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BB-6565 Deep Crotch Mother
By Curt Aldrich
The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her son's
prick heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her clit and between her
slippery cuntlips. Dear God! She knew it was a sin. She knew it. But she
couldn't stop playing with her son's dear, sweet body while her crotch
cried out for satisfaction.
Chapter ONE
"Mommy, can you figure out what's wrong with it?" twelve-year-old Timmy
asked as his mother bent over the fender of their ancient Ford and stared
at the engine.
"Quiet!" said the lad's twin sister, Beth. "Let Mama think."
Marcella, hearing the approach of a vehicle along the back-country road,
bent a bit farther and elevated her hips. The breeze, which had been
gusting across the prairie, dipped underneath her light skirt and
billowed it up above her bottom.
The approaching driver got a sudden, unexpected view of her generous
buttocks, which packed and expanded the filmy fabric of her pastel
panties. Her thighs gleamed, pale and smooth, above gartered stockings.
Rubber screeched.
Marcella waggled her bottom, causing her buttocks to wobble in her
panties. The pink nylon shimmered in the late-afternoon sunlight. The
crotch seam of her briefs pressed against the lush softness of her ass.
Finally she pushed her skirt down and turned to face the farmer in his
rattletrap truck which had come to a skidding stop beside her. His gray
eyes glinted and a grin came to his weathered face as he gazed at the
pretty woman in her late twenties. She wore no makeup except for a touch
of lipstick, and she had a fresh and wholesome quality that contrasted
with her voluptuous figure. The breeze stirred her auburn hair against a
cheek as she smiled almost bashfully.
"I seem to have some car trouble," she said in a sweet voice. "I wonder
... "
The middle-aged farmer licked his thin lips. "Want me to take a look at
it? I'm pretty good with engines."
"Oh, would you? I'd be ever so grateful!"
"Sure. Just let me pull off the road."
He guided his truck to a stop on the shoulder in front of the stalled
car, and he walked back, a lanky figure in bib overalls.
"It just stopped," Marcella said, and gave a little shrug. The large
bulbs which filled her blouse shifted in a liquid way, making it
abundantly clear that she wore no bra. Her plump nipples imprinted
themselves on the plain white fabric.
"Let's see now ... " the farmer said, and bent to look at the engine.
Standing next to him, Marcella bent forward also. His sneaky side-glance
took in the tumbling beauty of her breasts. She wriggled slightly,
causing her tittyflesh to tremble.
The farmer cleared his throat. A quick look told him that the woman's
kids were playing at the rear of the car and that there was no traffic
approaching on the road. He reached up underneath her skirt and grabbed a
handful of her panty-sheathed bottom.
She acted as if nothing had happened, except that there was a slight
catch to her voice as she asked hoarsely, "Can you tell ... what's
wrong?"
Standing at her right side, he squeezed her left buttock, his fingers
extended along its quivery flank as his thumb pressed the fabric of her
panties into the crack of her ass. Marcella squirmed more, making her
fleshy mound vibrate in his grasp.
With his other hand he pretended to tinker with the engine. But his heart
wasn't in it. The fifty-five-year-old farmer had an iron-hard erection,
such as he hadn't enjoyed in years.
"Can't quite figger what's wrong," he said huskily as he fiddled with the
carburetor.
The tips of his fingers curled around the left leg elastic of the woman's
flimsy briefs, and he stretched the elastic toward him, at the same time
gliding his hand inside her panties. He felt her soft and springy bottom,
then let his fingers glide below her plump buttocks and into her hairy
crotch. Her cunt lips were moist and pliant.
Still she acted as if he wasn't doing anything to her, except that she
was breathing hard and continuing to squirm.
A sound told of an approaching automobile. The farmer dragged his cunt-
moistened middle finger a short distance up the narrow, deep crevice
between the woman's satiny buttocks, and he centered on the intriguing
crinkled dimple that he felt there. The car came closer. Too involved in
lust by that time to give up his lascivious plan or even to delay it
until the car had passed, the rural lecher twisted his slippery finger at
the woman's forbidden aperture and ... pop! Up her hot, tight asshole his
impetuous probe glided.
"Ooooooo ... !" Marcella moaned, and she bumped her bottom against his
plunging finger, causing it to sink even deeper into her ass.
The earful of teenagers who were approaching saw the couple bent forward
across the fender of the stalled car. The two boys and their Saturday
afternoon dates were curious and looked closely. Though they approached
the stalled car at forty miles an hour and quickly swept by, the glimpse
that they got of the man in overalls and the youngish, well-built woman
was frozen in their minds and memories like a snapshot:
Her skirt hiked by the man's arm ... her pink panties askew, his hand
inside them ... his finger between her buttocks, the panties having been
stretched sideways enough to reveal the finger sinking in as it twisted,
going right up the lady's ass!
Not far down the road, the teenagers pulled off into a grove of scrubby
trees and made out, all four in the car together.
Meanwhile, back at the side of the highway, Marcella twisted her ass
while the farmer's finger corkscrewed in her delightfully tight, elastic
orifice. Her rubber ring clutched his finger and rippled across his
knuckles as he pumped in and out.
"Hellfire!" he finally said, and pulled his finger from her asshole with
a sucking pop. He let her panties snap back into place, and her skirt
fell to cover them. "I can't fix this blinkin' car of yours, but I'll
drive you into town."
"Thank you ... very much!" Marcella panted. Her face was flushed.
"Ride in the cab with me and let the kids get in the back of the truck,"
he said, and hurried to his vehicle, keeping his front turned away from
her and the children so that they wouldn't see the tent in his overalls.
He scrambled behind the steering wheel and, while waiting for Marcella to
join him, grasped himself through the loose-fitting garment and happily
stroked his vibrant bone, which made him feel like a youth again. He
stopped stroking, but still had a splendid hard-on when the woman climbed
into the cab.
He nervously put the truck into motion and gave her a tobacco-stained
grin. "You ain't from around these parts, are you?" he asked.
"No. My children and I have been on the road, searching for a sign from
the Lord."
The farmer did a double take.
"I now believe I have the sign," Marcella added with a smile that seemed
to emanate from her deepest being. "What's the name of the town just
ahead?"
"Jasper Junction. Ain't much of a town, though."
"That's all right. It's where the Lord wants me to settle. Otherwise He
wouldn't have stopped my car."
"Funny, I didn't figger you for a religious woman," the farmer said, and
squirmed uncomfortably. His hard-on persisted.
"Religion is my whole life, Mister uuh ... "
"Floyd Wilcox."
"I'm Marcella Plummer, first deaconness of the Church of Holy and
Mysterious Revelation. Our founder and pastor, Thaddeus Polk, sent me out
in search of a site for a new congregation. He will be happy to know that
the Lord has pointed one out to me. Aren't you happy also, Mr. Wilcox?"
she exclaimed, and gripped his thigh through his overalls.
He glanced quickly at her.
She maintained her grip, even inching it up his thigh a little, yet she
still appeared perfectly innocent as she smiled in her childlike way and
continued prattling about her religion.
His obvious confusion didn't keep Floyd from taking advantage of what
seemed like an invitation to have more fun with her. He slipped his right
hand between her legs.
"Yes, Lord!" Marcella exclaimed, shutting her eyes as she wriggled.
So excited that he could scarcely keep his truck on a straight course,
the farmer felt his way up her stockings until he reached her smooth,
warm thighs above the gartered tops of her hose. She gradually spread her
legs wider apart, to grant him greater access.
Floyd's pecker stuck straight up in his overalls as he petted the pretty
woman's cunt through her sleek silken pants.
"My children and I badly need a place to stay until our leader gets here
and makes arrangements for us," she said. "Do you suppose that you and
your wife ... that is, if you're married, could see your way clear ... to
take us in?" She was panting heatedly by that time as she wriggled
against the farmer's intimate caress.
"Hellfire!" Floyd said again, and stretched the left elastic of her
panties once more, this time away from her cunt.
"Oooh, nooo-not hellfire!" she passionately corrected. "It is the power
of the Lord!"
Amazed by what he was hearing, but even more impressed by what he felt,
Floyd tickled her hairy cuntlips with his middle finger.
"Yessss!" she hissed hotly, and threw her hips forward with a corkscrew
twist.
The farmer's finger was entrapped-not as tightly as the finger of his
other hand had been, but tightly enough, as it sank deeply into her
moist, warm snatch.
Marcella bounced her bottom on the truck seat while he stroked his
upward-curling finger in and out of her slippery channel, across the
throbbing tip of her clit. From the corner of his eyes, he looked down
and watched the bobbing of the large, creamy swells inside the neckline
of her cotton blouse.
"Will you ... take me in ... Mr. Wilcox?" she asked gaspingly.
"I don't know ... " he said, breathing hard. "Ain't got much room."
Marcella's hand moved to his lap and unzipped his overalls. Floyd fought
to keep the truck on the road as she pulled his erect, heavily veined
penis out of his pants and began to stroke the throbbing column in the
curve of her thumb and fingers.
Her hand felt delightful as it glided slowly up and down on his cock. She
gripped his shaft just hard enough, and his leathery foreskin unrolled
and rolled back again across the ridge and bulbous swell of his corona.
Each pumping, clasping stroke of her loving hand gave him added pleasure,
jacking him toward heights of passion which he hadn't reached with his
frumpy wife in years.
The plunging of his curled finger up into her crevice increased in tempo,
and she got slicker with every stroke until it felt to him as if he were
sticking his finger into a slushy, overripe fruit which had been warmed
by the sun. Her passionate writhing had worked her skirt high on her lap,
and he stole glances at her lush thighs which were half-clad in sheer
stockings. Her pale skin was marvelously enticing above the brown,
expanded stockingtops. White garter straps pressed against her flesh. The
leg elastic of her pink panties bit into the back of his wrist as his
hand rapidly churned, hidden from view, obscenely stretching her silk
briefs as his finger plunged up and down inside her.
Just as stimulating to the middle-aged farmer was the sight of his own
prick standing proudly in the circle of the woman's pumping hand. His
veins throbbed with vitality which recalled his youth, and his cockhead
swelled like a ripe tomato.
"Uuuuh!" he rasped. "Yeah! Keep doing it!" he begged, fearing she would
stop just before he reached the payoff.
But Marcella didn't stop. Her pumping of his prick grew even faster and
more fervent, in time with his diddling of her flooded twat.
She squirmed frantically, finally crying out, "Ooooh, Jesus!" and her
cunt seemed to gulp at the farmer's finger.
Floyd's cock, straining mightily, twitched in her tenacious grasp. His
bulbous knob pulsated, sending a geyser of thick, whitish sperm spurting
up past the steering column and all over the dashboard of the truck.
Floyd's garishly swollen cockhead ballooned visibly again and again,
spitting out the product of his over-stimulated balls.
He groaned, his hands jerking as they gripped the wheel, and the truck
snaked back and forth across the white line of the highway. Fortunately
there was no other traffic.
"Goddamn!" Floyd said, still obviously finding it difficult to believe
what had happened to him out of a clear sky on that lazy summer
afternoon.
"You must not take the Lord's name in vain," Marcella cautioned in full
sincerity as she stuffed the farmer's softening sex organ back into his
clothes. "God is good. He reveals to us what we should do and guides us
in the completion of our work."
Floyd quickly zipped his fly and stared at her. "Did you mean it about
wantin' to move in with my wife and me?"
"Oh, I certainly did!"
"Okay. Sarah might have a fit, but I reckon I can handle her. But I gotta
warn you, we ain't got a very big house. It's gonna be crowded."
"My children and I can sleep in the same bed," Marcella replied.
"Huh? Why, they's nearly teenaged, ain't they?"
"They're twin twelve-year-olds," Marcella said proudly.
"Well, ain't that a little old for a boy and girl to be bunkin' together?
Or for a boy to be bunkin' with his mama?"
"Mr. Wilcox, my children and I are pure in the sight of the Lord."
"Yeah. Well, what do you figger the Lord would think about what you and
me just did?"
"Why, He wanted us to do that!"
Floyd blinked. "How do you know?"
"Because He told me so. I am in constant communication with Him."
"Hellfire ... " the farmer muttered to himself in consternation.
Chapter TWO
"So you see how the Lord constantly takes care of us?" Marcella said to
her children as she walked nearly naked across the guest room that they
occupied in the Wilcox farmhouse. "We had no money, and no place to go,
but the Lord directed this nice man to take us in."
Timmy and Beth were already snuggled into bed, and they gazed at their
mother who strutted before them in her stockings, garters, and pink
pants. The lad's small cock was stiff as he stared at his mother's bare
titties. Perfect plump orbs they were, bulging with bouncy firmness,
their rosy nipples cocked.
Timmy wriggled beneath the covers, and his sister gave him an inquisitive
look. That funny thing, which she had noticed a few times, was happening
to him again, she suspected. It seemed to happen when he looked at his
mother, or at her, without their clothes on.
Beth wondered what it was all about when her twin brother's pee-pee stuck
straight up against his belly, exposing the small sac that hung at its
base. She wondered what was in that sac and why boys needed such a thing.
Of course, Timmy's pee-pee was to pee with, but she couldn't figure out
why it sometimes stood up, stiff as a stick. Their mother always noticed
when it did that, too, and she made little remarks about the Lord's power
and patted Timmy on the head.
Mama certainly has a big behind! young Beth thought as she watched her
mother standing before the dresser mirror, wiping off the small amount of
lipstick that she wore.
Marcella's ass, while undeniably large, was nonetheless firm and shapely.
Her panties were stretched to near bursting, the pink nylon drawn taut
and thin around her lush buttocks. The lower portions of the pale
hemispheres had escaped from her panty elastics.
Her thighs, above her stockings, were wide, promising a warm saddle for a
man to sink into. But her children didn't think anything about that,
because they didn't know about such things. Never having gone to public
school or had any friends of their own age, because they were constantly
with their mother and had spent their entire lives moving from place to
place, they knew only what she had taught them.
She turned to face them, stretched the waist elastic of her panties, and
stripped the pink silken undergarment down, exposing her dark-brown,
glossy muff.
Beth studied it with interest. Her mother had explained, in response to
her question some time ago, that Beth herself would have hair down there
when she got older. But she didn't know if she really wanted to have any
or not. It seemed kind of strange. Her mother had said that Timmy would
have hair around his pee-pee, too.
Marcella bent forward, letting her breasts swoop and hang down while she
ungartered her stockings. Beth knew, from the commercials on television
and ads in the paper, that most women wore something called "pantyhose",
which came all the way up their legs and around their hips, in one piece.
She had asked her mother why she didn't wear pantyhose, and the answer
had been the same as her mother's answer to many other things: Because
the Lord wouldn't like it.
Beth couldn't quite figure out why the Lord cared what a woman wore
underneath her skirt. But it seemed that He cared about lots of things-
and what He wanted was what Beth's mother did.
Young Timmy had his own thoughts as he watched his pretty mama, bent
forward, unfastening the garters from her stockings. As she turned
slightly to reach the different snaps, and as she moved her arms, her
dangling, full breasts quivered. That made Timmy think about what a
thrill it was when she lay in bed beside him and pressed those soft,
smooth things against his face.
Sucking his mama's titties gave him more pleasure than anything else in
the world.
Marcella peeled her stockings down and off, hopping from one foot to the
other, her breasts bouncing. Then she took her garter belt away.
She turned off the lamp, opened the window drapes to let some fresh air
and moonlight into the room, and walked to the bed. She climbed in next
to Timmy, as always, so that the lad was sandwiched between her and his
twin sister.
The three of them had to lie very close to one another, since the bed had
been designed for only two persons. Timmy faced his mother, who faced
him, and Beth cuddled up to her brother's back.
"Isn't it wonderful," Marcella said, "to have a nice soft bed to lie down
in? We must thank the Lord for providing it."
They never went through the ritual of kneeling to pray before they went
to bed, because their religion taught that they should constantly express
their gratitude for God's blessing, no matter where they were or what
they were doing. And they should never ask for things. The Lord would
guide and provide in His own way, and they had only to read the signs He
gave them.
Timmy was grateful at that moment for the warm, soft breasts which were
pressed against him. His childish hand took hold of one of the satiny
masses and pulled its jutting rosy tip to his lips.
"Yes, darling ... " Marcella purred, petting her son's head. "Suck Mama's
titty like a nice boy."
His moist mouth surrounded his mother's plump nipple and drew at it. He
got no tangible sustenance, of course, but he enjoyed sucking on it just
the same. Marcella squirmed, vibrating her breastflesh against his lips,
obviously enjoying it, also.
Looking over her brother's shoulder, Beth watched what he was doing, and
she asked, as she had asked before, "Why can't I suck your titties,
Mama?"
She got the same answer as always: "Because the Lord doesn't like big
girls to do that."
This was something else that Beth didn't understand. If it was good for a
boy to suck his mama's titties, why wasn't it all right for a girl?
Marcella drew her moist nipple from Timmy's eager mouth and stuffed her
dry one in. She shut her eyes and squirmed voluptuously.
Her hand stole down underneath the bedclothes and found her young son's
cock, which was sticking out the front of his jammies. How stiff his
little pecker was! It stuck up much higher than a man's .
Timmy sucked all the harder at his mother's big, rubbery nipple as she
rolled his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his cock. He loved it
when she did that.
Marcella worked her other hand between her own wide thighs, and she
glided her middle finger between the already-lathered lips of her cunt.
The sawed her finger in and out, across the throbbing tip of her clitty,
while her son sucked and pawed at her breasts with unashamed ardor.
Beth rolled over and faced the other way, tired of watching her mother
and brother having fun with each other while she was left out in the
cold. She couldn't help feeling resentful. She felt kind of funny down
between her legs, also.
But, being tired, and it wasn't long before she dropped off to sleep.
Her mother and brother didn't notice. They were too engrossed with each
other, she slowly rolling and unrolling his snugly elastic foreskin along
his stubby, slender stalk while he sucked at her breasts as if he were an
infant once again. He champed noisily, tugging at and stretching first
one of her plump, lengthy nipples and then the other. His eyes were shut
in rapture.
Marcella lazily pumped two fingers in and out of her lathered cunt, not
wanting to rush to a climax but striving to keep the good sensations
going.
She murmured to her son, "What a beautiful, loving boy you are! You like
to suck Mama's titties, don't you? And Mama likes it, too. It's what you
are supposed to do, darling. It's part of the Lord's plan.
"Mmmmmm! Your little cock seems to be getting bigger every day. Soon
it'll start getting hair around it, and then Mama won't be able to pet
you like this any more. It wouldn't be right."
"Oooooh, Mama, never stop playing with my pecker!" Timmy begged as he
pulled his mouth from the big rosy nipple he'd been sucking. He stared at
the wetly gleaming stem of champable, suckable flesh, with the hairline
slit at the end of it. The stem was surrounded by a firm and pebbly disk
as rosy as the jutting part of the nipple.
"When you get a little older," Marcella purred, `You'll find a loving
girl who will play with your pecker for you. She'll let you put it into
her body, too, and pump it in and out until something really wonderful
happens. But you're too young for that now, and you could never do it
with your Mama, anyway, because it would be a sin."
Timmy didn't argue. He accepted his mother's word about everything. And
he was happy just to cap his eager mouth around her nipple once again and
resume sucking her firm, pleasure-giving titty while she stroked his
cock.
Since he was incapable of climax, his rapture spread throughout his body,
gradually drugging his nervous system until he was lulled into sleep.
Marcella's throbbing nipple slipped from his mouth, and his head sank
between the warm, soft pillows of her breasts. His cock remained rigid,
however, as she continued to hold and stroke it.
When she was certain that he was soundly asleep, and that his sister was
asleep, also, Marcella lay back the covers and glided downward along his
slim, young form. She gazed close-up at his redheaded little rod,
illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window, and her mouth
watered.
I hope this will give you sweet dreams, darling! she thought, and stuck
out her rosy, glistening tongue.
She licked the rounded head of her son's up-thrust penis, delighting in
the taste of it. Her fingers speed up their stroking in her cunt.
Her lips softly brushed the tip of his twelve-year-old pecker, then
widened and took the exquisite little knob between them. Her warm saliva
bathed her son's cockhead, which pressed her velvety tongue. She
tightened the circle of her loving lips around the rigid shank of her
organ ... and she began to suck.
Her mind went into a giddy swoon, helped by the now-rapid frigging of her
fingers in and out of her twat. She began to bob her head, taking the
lad's entire erection into her mouth with every lunge. She sucked his
delicious cock and swallowed frequently.
The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her son's
prick heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her clit and between her
slippery cuntlips until she was at the very verge of climax.
Then she jerked her mouth away from the child's penis, letting it slap
against his pajama-clad tummy, and she turned quickly onto her back to
take the hot orgasm which exploded in her body. She moaned and writhed as
the tentacles of fire reached along her churning legs and up to her
brain, giving her intense satisfaction. And it was all right, she
believed, because she was not climaxing with her son, but alone. The Lord
had told her this was permissible, and she always accepted His word.
She immediately lapsed into a deep sleep ...
Chapter THREE
Marcella arose when the first light of morning flooded into the room. Her
children were still sound asleep, and she shut the drape on the window so
that the light wouldn't disturb them. Wrapping a robe around her
nakedness, she went to the bathroom across the hall and relieved herself.
Then she brushed her teeth and combed her auburn hair, which tumbled in
glistening waves around her shoulders.
Floyd and his wife were having breakfast when she walked to the kitchen.
"Hmph!" was all the plump, dowdy, gray-haired woman said in response to
Marcella's cheery greeting, and she got up from the table to march out of
the room.
"I guess your wife resents my being here," Marcella observed sadly to the
farmer, who was stuffing eggs and fried potatoes into his mouth.
"Don't pay no mind to her," he replied, and wiped his lips on a napkin as
he stared at the enticing swells in the front of Marcella's robe.
"Well, I would feel better about everything if she liked me."
"You just concentrate on makin' me like you, honey," Floyd said, and
reached for her.
His arm looped around her middle and he drew her close to his chair. His
bony fingers parted the edges of her robe, spilling out her lush, rosy-
nip-pled breasts.
She had to hold onto the temporary home which the Lord had provided for
herself and her children. That was part of His plan. And so she let the
farmer clutch and lift one of her large, squidgy tits, directing its
nipple to his lips.
He groaned and fastened his hungry mouth around her inviting spigot. He
sucked much more strongly than Timmy had done.
"Unnnnnnh ... " Marcella breathed, annoyed because the farmer was so
demanding but she couldn't help enjoying the feel of his tugging lips and
lapping tongue.
His hand rolled her other breast and roughly bounced it up and down.
"Mr. Wilcox, it's ... uh ... early in the morning!" she said plaintively.
"I woke up with a hard-on!" he panted after pulling his mouth from her
breast. "I couldn't think about nothin' else but you!"
He pulled Marcella's robe open all the way down, and he stared at her
auburn muff. Groaning again, he bowed his shaggy gray head, driving his
face into the abundant hairy triangle at the base of her belly.
Marcella thought about his wife, who had gone back to the bedroom but
might return at any moment. However, if the Lord required that Marcella
submit to the woman's husband, in order to have a place for herself and
her children to stay, she was prepared to do so. Sometimes adultery was
permitted, the leader of her church had taught her, and this seemed to be
one of the times when the Lord was telling her it was all right.
She spread her legs and squatted slightly, making her warm, soft-lipped
cunt accessible to Floyd's demanding mouth. He plunged his tongue into
the meaty feast she offered, obviously preferring it to the eggs and
bacon on his plate.
"Ooooooh!" Marcella breathed heavily, and worked her hips in a circle
while still squatting. Floyd's tongue reamed her elastic orifice and drew
into his mouth the highly flavorful produce of several days' sexual
stimulation.
The middle-aged farmer got carried away, and he clutched the plump cheeks
of Marcella's ass, his hands underneath her robe. He yanked hard on her
spongy pillows and squeezed them, crushing her plushy, moist snatch
against his mouth. He shamelessly sucked and tongued her tangy-tasting
cunt.
Marcella began bumping uncontrollably, her bare knockers bobbling up and
down. She panted. Her spread-legged, bent-kneed pose was getting
uncomfortable, and she wished that Floyd would sit her on the table.
But either he didn't think of that or he didn't want to interrupt his
eating for even a moment. Marcella settled more and more into his hands
as he held the cheeks of her ass. His fingertips were between the spread,
satiny mounds, tickling very close to her anus. Marcella thought of how
he had stuck a finger right up her asshole while they were out on the
road, and she kind of wished he would do that again. But in the meantime,
his tongue in her cunny felt very good.
(The Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at His
direction.)
Floyd rotated his hoary head, his hair tickling the inner surfaces of her
smooth thighs. But she hardly noticed that, because of the wild things
his tongue was doing in her cunt. No man had ever eaten her quite so well
or so thoroughly or had seemed to enjoy the feast quite so much.
Just when she thought Floyd was through plunging his tongue deeply into
her snatch and slurping the rich juices out, because he had withdrawn his
tongue and was wiggling it through the lippy folds that surrounded her
fuckhole, he drove it back up her channel, causing her to yelp with joy.
Then out he went once more to lick through the curly hairs that covered
her large lovelips. He found her stiff, tingling clitty and poked his
tongue flutteringly at that. Again Marcella squealed. Now he sank his
oral probe up her steamy twat once more.
"Ooooooh ... God in HEAV-eeennnn!" she panted, clutching Floyd by the
head. "What are you doooooo-ing to meeee?!"
She bumped her cunt fuckingly against the man's face until she felt that
if he didn't let her set her ass on something solid she would collapse.
Floyd didn't, and she did. Her big bottom slipped from his hands and
landed on the linoleum floor with a smack!
"Hellfire!" he cried, and leaped to his feet, overturning his chair.
Marcella stared at the high-standing peak in his overalls, which was
right in front of her eyes. Her brain went into a dizzy swirl. She wanted
to free the farmer's long, stiff love maker, which she had masturbated to
a spurting climax yesterday-but she didn't like the idea of having the
thing rammed into her mouth, which was what she was afraid he might do,
considering the position she was in.
Sucking her son's little cockie was pleasurable, because it had a nice,
delicate taste and wasn't big enough to hurt her throat. But the large,
thrusting bones of grown men tasted much stronger, she had learned, and
she got scared sometimes when they stuck them into her mouth. Also, she
did have some pride, and the Lord had never come right out and told her
that she had to suck cock!
Her hesitation obviously frustrated Floyd, and he clawed at his fly,
ripping down the zipper.
"No!" she cried, and tried to struggle to her feet, her titties shaking.
But Floyd pushed on the top of her head with one hand while he liberated
his love tool with the other, and his eight-inch rod leaped out to stand
quiveringly in front of her face. He clutched the blue-veined shaft and
rolled back his foreskin, causing his lurid cock-knob to bulge while
giving off a raunchy aroma.
Marcella's eyes rolled. Her mouth went slack. She knew she was going to
get fucked in the mouth whether she wanted it or not.
But Floyd didn't push his prick right between her sensuous lips and start
humping as she had feared he would do. First he played another little
game:
Holding Marcella by the top of her head, with his fingers spread wide
apart, he squinched her down to provide a better alignment. Then,
gripping his tallywhacker in his other hand, he slapped the bulb-ended
truncheon back and forth across her face, literally clubbing her with the
wild-smelling thing.
She bleated in humiliation as his cock struck her cheeks and rubbed
across her face, right underneath her flared nostrils. Gusts of cock-
scent rose steamily up her nose, making her brain giddier than ever.
"Aaaaaaw ... nooooh ... yessss ... oooh, give it to me!" she panted.
Floyd pushed down on his springy rod and shoved it at her mouth. By then
she was ready, and she spread her lips into a wide, juicy O. When the
farmer sank his raunchy cock deep into her mouth, she glugged. Her lips
tightened around his hard column, and her tongue made a velvet cradle for
his cockhead as her throat flared open. Her eyes were shut. Her entire
body throbbed.
Floyd began to fuck his cock slowly in and out of the church-woman's
pretty face, and she responded by sucking heatedly on his randy-flavored
bone. She gulped down a mixture of her own saliva and his sex-juice.
Just then Floyd's frumpy wife appeared in the kitchen door. "Well, I
never ... !" she exclaimed, staring at the obscene sight.
"I know it, you prudish old hen!" her husband rasped. "Whenever I wanted
this kind of love, I had to buy it. But I'm gettin' it for free now, and
it's goddamn good!"
He drove his hips, plunging his prick more deeply into Marcella's mouth
... and into her clasping throat, as well! She shifted her eyes sideways
to look at the farmer's wife, then shut them in shame. If the Lord was
with her at that moment, she didn't hear His voice or feel His presence.
All she felt was the big, bulb-ended pecker that rammed into her throat
and held her lips wide apart as its veined, ridgy hardness stroked
steadily between them ... tickling and teasing her ... turning her on,
against her will.
She sucked gulpingly on the farmer's cock, her cheeks flushed, her eyes
remaining shut. She hunched against his rhythmic but not vicious plunges,
and she found that her throat could accommodate his cockhead quite well.
Sarah watched for several shocked moments, through eyes that were wide
open, then she turned and rushed back to the bedroom, sobbing in self-
pity over the way her husband of thirty years was "defiling" their home.
He seemed unconcerned about her attitude, concentrating on the pleasure
which Marcella lavished on his prick.
"Lick it now!" he told her and pulled his gleaming plunger from her mouth
with a lurid popping sound. It was jammed straight up in front of her
face as he yanked her close to him, her moist lips smacking the underside
of his shaft near the base. He reached into his overalls and brought his
hairy balls tumbling out against her chin.
By that time she was as sensuously involved as he, and of her own accord
she began to lick his velvety, big brown nuts, picking up a sharp tang of
perspiration. He shoved down not too roughly on the top of her head, and
her tongue dipped beneath his dangling gonads. As she ricked him down
there, his balls straddled her nose.
Breathing in the super-raunchy aroma of his sweaty crotch had the strange
effect of turning her on all the stronger, and she opened her wet mouth
to take in a testicle. As she let his throbby nut soak in her mouth, she
rolled her eyes upward to study in response.
The farmer had his eyes closed, and his mouth was agape. His upthrust
prick waggled like a semaphore across her forehead.
Marcella spit out his nut, licked his velvety sac some more, plastering
down some of the wispy hairs that curled around it, then warmly swabbed
her tongue up the underside of his cock until she reached the plump,
flavorful head. She licked around the groove behind his cock's ridgy
collar, then covered the plumlike knob, thoroughly re-coating it with her
wet, gleaming saliva. Her darting tongue took up some clear honey that
oozed from the slit at the tip of his organ.
"Aaaaahhhhhngh!" she said, clasping his plump peckerhead in her hot mouth
to suck some more.
She bobbed forward and back, entirely of her own accord, eagerly
fellating him.
"Aaaaw, hellfire ... !" Floyd croaked. "I've gotta fuck you!" Yes! Oh,
yes! she thought. Please fuck me! Fuck me good! I haven't had a real good
fucking in a long time, and I need it-even from an old codger like you!
PRAISE THE LORD!
She let his big prick snap free, and it swayed to and fro as he grasped
her underneath the arms and lifted. Her head lolled, like that of a
Raggedy Ann, and her legs felt rubbery when she put her weight on them.
Floyd stripped the open robe off her arms, her lush breasts bobbling, and
he shoved her backward onto the kitchen table. She sat in the middle of
his breakfast, his eggs and potatoes squishing into the crack of her ass.
The plate had tipped, but fortunately it didn't break under her weight,
and she reached behind her to yank it free and slide it across the table.
Floyd pulled her legs wide apart and jerked them forward a little, so
that her buttocks were perched on the edge of the table. This puckered
her cunt, and there it was, staring at him-a wet rosy hole surrounded by
a thick fringe of dark hair. He grasped his cock and moved up to her,
into the fleshy V of her thighs.
His bulbous cockhead socked into the circle of her cuntmouth, spreading
it, and Marcella moaned. Her cuntflesh crept claspingly forward to
embrace the fullness of his knob.
"Uuuuh!" she said as the rim of her vaginal mouth settled into the groove
behind his glans, and his bulb throbbed inside her.
"Ooooooohh!" she breathed heatedly as he shoved his cock deeper, sinking
it inch-by-inch into her fervid flesh until her vagina claimed his horny
length and she was plugged from clitoris to womb!
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... " she panted, half under her breath,
sounding not at all like a church-woman.
But as Floyd began to stroke his thick, long cock in and out of her, the
Divine voice seemed to speak and tell her it was all right. It was the
Lord's power moving in her, she convinced herself.
She raised her legs at either side of the skinny, middle-aged farmer,
bending them so that her bare feet swayed forward and back as she hunched
heatedly. She clutched Floyd around his scrawny neck, because he wasn't
supporting her back. Instead, his hands were full of her boobies,
squeezing and rolling the resilient masses of smooth, nipple-studded
titflesh.
He stroked forward and back, steadily and long, gliding his cockhead from
her cunt's mouth to the deepest part of her vagina. His jolts shook her
titties in his hands. His hard shaft rubbed her clit-tip exactly right.
"Ooooh Goddd ... oooh, glory!" she said fucking fervently with him.
He thumbed her bristling nipples, making them tingle wildly as they
snapped free. They swelled so ruddy full of warm blood that they looked
and felt as if they were about to burst.
The farmer kept pumping his lengthy hard-on in and out of her cunt, still
moving deliberately so that the strokes stropped her hot clit to a fare-
thee-well, while not giving her the rapid stimulation she would need in
order to get her rocks off. She moaned and wriggled, kicking her legs.
Her ass felt sticky from the eggs and potatoes, which by that time had
been ground into a mush.
"Oooooh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck me, you old fool!" she cried,
and the farmer loved it.
She lasciviously imagined his wife listening from down the hall.
Floyd's big prick felt better and better, ramming deep into her wet
vagina, its ridge and veins rippling her clasping cuntflesh. She hooked
her legs behind him so that she could hold on with them as well as with
her arms about his neck, and this let her bounce her fleshy asscheeks
right on the table's edge, without fear of falling.
The man had magnificent endurance, something she had discovered with
other older men, and she luxuriated in his ramming thrusts of passion.
She hoped the luscious fucking would last all day.
But Floyd wasn't that good a stud. He was already nearing the point where
he would have to go for his payoff.
Thinking about what had happened yesterday, he wanted something more
before he finished with this woman-something really rare and thrilling.
He didn't know if he would have another chance with the buxom female or
not.
He pulled out of her sucking, clutching cunt, and his cock flipped
straight up.
"Ooooh God ... NOOOH!" she cried. "Put it back INNNN!"
Floyd's answer was to give her flopping legs a twist, and she rolled
roughly onto her face on the table, her tits and tummy smearing through
his spilled breakfast.
"OOOOOH!" she moaned, writhing, her big asscheeks quivering before him.
She was a mess back there, and he snatched up his napkin to rub it
through the crack of her ass, wiping the eggs and potatoes away so that
he could see the little gathering of brownish puckers that marked the
spot where he had stuck his finger the day before.
"Oooooh, oooooh, please ... yes ... DOOOO it!" she panted, thinking he
was going to ram her throbbing cunt from the rear.
But he had something more exotic and even more stimulating in mind as he
directed his cum-coated, rigid pecker to the small depression between her
wobbly buttocks.
When Marcella felt his cock-tip touch the dimple of her ass, she caught
her breath.
Not that! she thought. Oh, God, I've never had it THERE!
A finger was all right-even fun-but a big, thick prick rammed up her anus
was bound to hurt!
However, Floyd was not about to be stopped. Throbbing with a greater lust
than he had known in years, the horny farmer twisted his slippery
cockhead against her crinkly nest of puckers and pushed forward.
She bawled with pain as her asshole was forced to spread-wide, wide,
wider than it had ever been stretched before. The man's cock was so
slippery, and he was pushing with such determination, that he quickly
achieved a penetration of her rear. The taut elastic rim of her anus felt
as if it was about to pop as it skiddingly encircled the fattest part of
his cockhead. Her asshole burned like a ring of fire.
Then Floyd's knob was IN her, settled snugly and hotly inside her lush
ass, and her rubber rim was allowed to relax just a trifle. This lessened
the painful pressure right there, and she focused on the fullness in her
rectum.
What a feeling that was! It was as if a flagpole, with a huge, bulging
knob on the end of it, was being forced up her backside.
"OOOOH ... AAAAH! PLEEEASE! OOOOH, GODDD!" the impaled woman cried.
But Floyd didn't stop pushing, and his cock sank twistingly, inch by
relentless inch, into her superheated, hotly clasping ass until she had
at least four rigid inches sticking up inside her ... the wrong way.
She bawled, the tears streaming down her cheeks, as Floyd began to
stroke, fucking her virgin ass with gusto. He didn't push too deeply. He
didn't have to, because he was getting the thrill he wanted as her
grippingly tight and slippery asshole rippled up and down across the
ridge of his cockhead and along two inches of his veined, rigid shaft.
He yanked her squidgy buttocks wide apart and watched her rosy rear-ring
claim his penetrating thrusts, folding outward as he withdrew and turning
inward with each plunge. He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and
enjoyed the sight of his poontanger sinking rhythmically between her
vibrating, creamy, curved asscheeks.
She clawed at the table and flopped her head from side to side. The
plunging pressure inside her was still intense, but she was getting used
to it some. And her anus didn't burn so much, although it remained
stretched wide around the man's stroking cock. What it did was to tickle
pretty good. And it tingled even better.
She writhed, rubbing her clit against the edge of the table as her legs
flopped in mid-air. Her buttocks vibrated wildly. Up and down between
them the man's long, stiff lovemaker pumped, sinking into her rectum
again and again.
Marcella's yelling had attracted the farmer's wife, and she appeared
fearfully in the kitchen doorway once again, to see what new fiendish act
her husband was committing. She saw. And her eyes registered at least as
much shock as before.
"You see this, old woman?" he rasped as he fucked their houseguest's hot
ass. "I'm givin' it to her right up the old dirt road! You'd never let me
do that to you, either."
"Oooh, you filthy man!" she screeched, and went scampering back up the
hall.
"Do you think I'm filthy-huh, Bible-thumpin' baby?" he asked Marcella as
he kept stroking his hot rod up her tail.
"Uuuuh! Ooooh! Yesss, you're so FILTHY! But I ... ooooh ... " She began
to bump. "I LOVE ITTT!"
She bumped her ass wildly as she clung to the edges of the table, and she
thrilled to the asshole-pleasing plunges of the man's thick, hard prick.
His eyes rolled upward in their sockets, and he flung back his head. He
fucked Marcella's ass with all the fervor he possessed and, when he heard
her squeal in frenzied climax and felt her asshole ripple spastically
around his rod, his fiery bulk jerked in her rectum. He poured gush after
spurting gush of thick, creamy cum into her bowels while she shook and
climaxed deliriously.
Later she used the telephone to send a mail-gram to the leader of her
religious cult, charging it to Floyd. The message read:
HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT
FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!
Chapter FOUR
The slim blonde girl knelt before the tall man in black robes, and she
looked up at him with her face aglow.
"Please help me find the right answer through prayer, Pastor!" she said.
"Should I run off with Johnny and become his wife, or should I give him
up just so I can finish high school? He won't wait for me. He's going to
leave tomorrow. And I love him so much!"
Thaddeus Polk looked down at her, and a smile of seeming compassion
wreathed his lean, almost gaunt face. His dark eyes burned fiercely.
"Are you a virgin, my child?" he asked, stroking her golden hair.
"Ooooh yes, Pastor!" Nancy Davis blushed.
"And how old are you?"
"I just turned seventeen."
"You say you love this lad Johnny, hmmm?"
"Very much!"
"But your parents don't approve of him?"
"No," she pouted. `They think he's unreliable."
"Mmmm. We will pray together. Please shut your eyes."
Nancy's long, silky lashes dropped, and Thad stared at her innocent
upturned face. She wore a skimpy summer dress that clung to the delicate
hillocks on her chest.
"Lord, give us a sign!" Thad intoned, continuing to look down at her.
`Tell us how this girl's love should be tested, to see if it is real-for,
if it is, she should surely run away with her young man, but, if it
isn't, she should let him go alone and forget him. Lord, Lord ... show us
please!"
Thad kept one hand on Nancy's soft, silken hair as he slipped his other
hand through the front opening in his robes. He silently lowered his
zipper.
"Lord, we are awaiting your sign!" he exclaimed, his tone trembling
rapturously as he removed his long, limber penis from his pants. He
fondled the smooth, ropelike shape and felt the sensitive ridge of his
bare cockhead.
Firmness came into his organ, thickening it and stretching it out. Its
purplish snout poked through the flap in his loose-fitting outer garments
and, as he continued stroking the shank, his knobby-ended wand assumed
upthrust rigidity before the naive teenager's face.
Her eyes remained shut.
"Yes, Lord!" Thaddeus cried, his voice vibrating with power. "Thank you,
Lord! Amen!" He stroked the girl's hair. "Nancy, we have our sign. You
may open your eyes now, my child."
Her lashes lifted slowly, and her blue eyes widened until they appeared
about to pop.
"Oooh, Pastor!" she cried. "Wh-what is that?" She was staring at his
erection, just inches in front of her face.
"It is the sign we asked for, my dear. The Lord gave it to me. Have you
ever seen such a thing before?"
"Why, yes ... yes ... " She blushed fiercely. "I've seen Johnny's. I know
it isn't nice for an unmarried young girl to look at a boy's thing, or to
touch it, but Johnny and I are so in love that he showed me his ... and I
did touch it ... b-but, Pastor ... why are you showing me YOURS? Is that
RIGHT?"
"I told you, child-it is the Lord's doing. He knows that you played with
your boyfriend's penis, so He felt it would not shock you if you saw
mine. And He wants to find out if you feel differently about mine. Or
does it fascinate you too, just like Johnny's?"
"Well ... I ... oooh, Pastor, you're making me so embarrassed!"
"Hush, my child!" he intoned, his cock sticking up very stiff before her
and quivering with the lustful power that bulged its veins and tissue.
"This is the Lord's doing, believe me." He held his erection around its
base and waggled it in front of her. "What do you call this-besides a
thing, I mean?"
"A pecker?" the conservative, smalltown girl said shyly. "At least,
that's what Johnny calls his."
"Very well. We'll call it a pecker. That's a good, old-fashioned name for
it. What do you think of my pecker, Nancy?"
"It's ... it's bigger than Johnny's!" the blushing teenager said.
"Is it? Do you think it's as good to look at?"
"Well, I don't know. Johnny has a skin around the outside of his, which
covers that knobby part- until I roll it back. Why don't you have a skin
like that on yours, Pastor?"
"Because it was cut off right after I was born. That's called
circumcision. Some males are circumcised and some are not. It makes
little difference. Tell me how you like my pecker, Nancy."
"It's ... it's long!" she said, still wide-eyed. "And it's certainly very
stiff! Oooh, my!"
"Do you want to touch it?"
She shifted her gaze just briefly to Thad's face. "Wouldn't that be
wrong?"
"No. The Lord is asking you if you're interested in this pecker of mine."
"But Johnny wouldn't like me to touch another man's pecker, I don't
think," Nancy said.
"The Lord says you should do so, if it interests you."
"Well ... it does kind of interest me a little," she said, staring right
at it. "It's sure a handsome, big old thing! It makes me feel funny to
look at it."
"Funny how, child?"
"Well, down between my legs, I'm getting ... kind of warm."
"You mean, in your cunt?"
"Ooooh, Pastor, should we really talk like that?" the girl asked.
"Why not? It's an honest word."
"Well ... well ... yes, my ... my cunt is hot! It's getting hotter! Oooh,
wowww!"
She reached out and clutched the pastor's naked prick.
"There!" he said vibrantly, and his hard-on throbbed in her grasp. "It
feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes!"
"Just like Johnny's?"
"I guess so. Only bigger!"
"You mean Johnny just has a teeny-weeny little pecker that you can hardly
get a good hold on?"
"Well, it's not so awfully little, but it's sure not as long as yours!
Wow!" The girl stroked her curled fingers up and down on his rod.
"You like mine, hmm?"
"Yes!"
"Tilt it down toward you."
Nancy tilted the preacher's hard-on so that it pointed directly at her
face.
"Is there anything else that you'd like to do with my pecker, Nancy?"
"Oooh, I couldn't even think about anything nasty like thaaaat!"
"Like what?" Thad asked gently.
"Like ... fucking?" She looked up at him, her cheeks aglow. "Is it all
right to say fucking, Pastor?"
"Of course, child!" He smiled reassuringly and patted her hair once
again. "But we don't have to fuck, Nancy. In fact, the Lord wouldn't let
me fuck you."
"Then what did you mean that we could do?" she asked him.
"There's a way to have fun," he said, "that's kind of like fucking, but
it isn't a sin. Do you want me to tell you about it?"
She nodded, and he gradually extended his fingers around the back of her
blonde head.
"You could lick my pecker, Nancy," he said. "That is, if you really want
to."
"Lick it?" she repeated, in obvious shock. "You ... you mean ... with my
... tongue?"
"Of course, with your tongue!" he said with a soft chuckle. "How else
would you lick a pecker, hmmm?"
"But isn't that nasty?"
"Oh, no. Not at all. I took a shower this morning."
"But you ... oooh, this is embarrassing! You ... you piss through your
pecker-don't you, Pastor?"
"Of course. But I always shake it clean afterward. I'll tell you-if I get
right down between your legs and lick your sweet little cunt, would you
think it's all right then to lick my pecker?"
"Oooh, Pastor, I think this is awfully wrong!"
"Shhh! You mustn't question the Lord! He has given us this test, don't
forget."
"You wouldn't mind ... licking my cunt, even though I piss with it?" she
asked.
"I wouldn't mind it at all!" Thad said, his cock twitching in the young
girl's grasp.
"Well, then I ... I guess ... I could let you," she said, looking shame-
faced as she got to her feet, "if you say it's all right."
"It isn't what I say," Thad reminded her. "It's what the Lord said to
me."
"Well, where ... how ... ?" Nancy seemed all aquiver as she looked about
the minister's study.
"Right there, on my desk," he told her. "Lift your skirt up and sit right
on your little panties."
"But shouldn't I take my ... my panties off?" Nancy asked.
"I will do that," Thad said.
She stepped tremblingly to his desk, turned around, and hiked her skirt.
The preacher's hard-on twitched again as he saw her slim golden thighs,
which widened nicely at their tops. They were encircled by the elastics
of white silken panties with pink and blue flowers on them.
She sat on her panty-seat on the edge of the pastor's desk.
"Ooooo, it's cold!" she said, still blushing strongly.
"That's only because your little ass is so warm," Thad said, moving up to
her. He ran his hands up the outside of her smooth, firm thighs, and he
clutched her bikini pants. Gathering the silky undergarment in his large
hands, he deftly tugged it out from underneath her bottom, down her
pretty legs, and off. He dropped her panties on a chair and spread her
knees wide apart.
"Ooooh, yesss!" he breathed softly as he stared at her girlish cunt.
Flossy tendrils of spun gold curled along the edges of her snug slit and
thickened to form a cute little pelt just above. Thaddeus sank to his
knees before her.
"Now if you like what I do next, it will mean something," he said.
"Wh-what will it mean, Pastor?" she asked innocently.
"Simply that you may not be as much in love with Johnny as you think you
are-because if you loved him alone, you wouldn't want another man to lick
you between the legs."
"Ooooh, Pastor!" She bashfully shut her eyes.
He bent close, lifting her spread legs high into the air, and she had to
prop herself on her arms, lest she fall over. He held her behind her cute
knees, letting her lower legs dangle loose. Her loafers hung from her
toes.
First Thaddeus sniffed her cunt expertly.
Yes! She smelled delightful, just like a young girl should.
The pastor stuck out his tongue, and he licked along one side of her
honeypot, causing her to exclaim, "Ooooh!"
He raised his head. "What's the matter?" he asked with a smile.
"It ... it feels funny!"
"Good funny?"
"Yessss!"
Thad licked the other side of her young, fragrant cunt.
She squirmed.
He kept licking the outside of her until all her little hairs were
plastered against the soft flesh. Then he poked his tongue at the slitted
center of her cunt and twisted, prying the snug lips apart. He tasted her
inner tangy sweetness.
Aaaaah!
"Oooh, Pastor, you're really making me feel funny now!" Nancy exclaimed.
He licked up and down her slippery little slit, flapping his tongue
across the tiny, rigid tip of her clitoris.
"Ooooh ... oooh ... oooh!" she cried, her bottom bouncing on the desk.
Thad had to hold her legs firmly to keep her from getting away from his
licking caresses. He sank his tongue deeper into her now-very-moist cunt
and circled the small mouth of her vaginal channel.
"Oooh, Pastor ... wowww!" she exclaimed. "I'm hotter than ever!"
"And so am I, darling!" he said, rising to his feet, his rigid cock
bobbing springily. "Get down! Do for me what I did for you-that is, if
you want to."
"Ooooh, yesss ... yesss! I do want to!"
She slid forward off the desk and landed on her knees in front of the
black-robed man. She clutched his bristling cock. Her mouth opened
eagerly as she pulled his big pecker to her lips, and her pink little
tongue leaped out.
The minister clenched his fists against the magnificent thrill that shook
him as the innocent young girl began to lick the head of his prick.
She licked his cock-knob all over, going "uuhg" and "aaaahng", and she
flapped her tongue against the tip of his organ, making it bob up and
down.
"Ooooh, I like to lick your pecker!" she gigglingly cried.
"Now, suck it!" he commanded, and grasped her around the back of her
head, pulling her forward.
His cock split her pretty, pink-lipped mouth, spreading it into a wide O
as the rock-hard shank of his penis became lodged between her lips. His
glans pressed her cushiony, wet tongue.
Nancy's eyes widened. Then she let her lashes drop. Her fair cheeks
glowed as she began to suck on the long, tasty lollipop that the preacher
had given her.
He stroked his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, and she soon picked
up the rhythm, moving counter to his thrusts. She heatedly sucked and
swallowed, her lips moving claspingly along his shaft. She champed on his
big, spongy knob. Juice leaked from the tip of his sucked penis and
trickled down her gulping throat.
The man reached and unfastened the back of her dress, lowering the
zipper. He unfastened her light bra. Pushing the dress and bra down her
arms, he uncovered her firm, pink-pointed tits. He pinched her hard
nipples and tugged at them while she sucked him with greater ardor.
He kept stroking his stiff penis into the lovely girl's face. She gulped
and slurped, going wild over her first taste of oral love.
What a blessing she will be for the boys of this town! Thad mused in the
heat of his passion. She'll start sucking her way from one end of town to
the other, satisfying them all, while she saves her precious virginity!
Who says I don't do good?
He petted her blonde head, urging her on, and she lunged at his stiff
prick with utter abandon. Her clasping lips stripped it, gliding rapidly
up and down across the ridge of his cockhead.
His balls churned. He felt the heat rising from them. Through his
twitching, lip-encircled prick the fiery stream surged, and his glans
ballooned blissfully against the girl's lapping tongue.
Spurt!
Thad shot her mouth full of his bubbling, creamy sperm.
"AAAAWWWWGH!" she gagged, and tried to get away from him.
But he held her head firmly, with both hands.
He kept twitching and spurting into her mouth, and she was forced to
swallow down his jism as she gurgled helplessly.
Only after he had ejaculated all the sperm that his balls had
manufactured did he release his hold on Nancy, and she rocked backward,
releasing his drippy-wet organ. White goo dribbled down her chin. Her
lips were foam-flecked.
"Aaaaawww!" she said. "Why did you do thaaaat?" She spat the sperm off
her lips and wiped her mouth and chin with her hand. She gazed at him
bleary-eyed.
He smiled benignly as his cock slumped.
"That's part of it," he said. "When you suck a boy, you must always
swallow what he gives you. And something else ... " Thad added, lifting
his slimy, soft penis by the stem, "you must lick him off afterward so
that he doesn't get his pants all soiled."
"Ooooh, must I?" Nancy asked.
Thad nodded.
She bent obediently and swiped her tongue around his curved penis,
bobbling its bluish head.
"The tip, also," Thad told her, and she licked up the last bit of cream
that oozed out.
He pushed his penis back inside his robes and zipped up. Then he helped
Nancy to her feet.
She seemed woozy. "I don't know if I liked that or not," she said. "I
still feel ... funny."
Thad guided her back onto the desk and knelt to fasten his moist lips
around the tip of her diminutive ditty. He sucked and licked her clit-tip
intensively until she bumped and cried, clutching him by the head.
"Now what do you think?" he asked, rising to his feet.
"I think it was ... wonderful!" she exclaimed, still gasping.
"Then you don't love Johnny. Let him go and forget him. The world is full
of boys."
"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Pastor!" she cried, and turned to hurry from the
room, pulling up her dress as she went. His study opened on an alley, and
she was gone.
He had no fear that she would tell on him. They never did. She would
realize, of course, that she'd been taken. And that would shake her
faith. But she was a wiser girl because of what had happened, and she
would have her fun! What was more important than that?
Thaddeus picked up her posy-printed panties, which she had forgotten in
her haste to leave. He pressed the delicate little garment to his face
and inhaled the sweet, girlish scent that impregnated the silken fabric.
He smiled.
Oh, Thaddeus, is there no end to your good works? he thought.
Chapter FIVE
Edna Savage had red hair ... on her cunt as well as on her head. And she
had a spirit to match.
She was twenty-nine years old, slender with enticing curves, and had a
sexy face. When she became Thaddeus Folk's housekeeper, there were those
in Centerville who started to talk. But the appeal of Pastor Polk and of
his oddly satisfying religion, which interpreted as the will of the Lord
just about anything that a body wanted to do, was such that the gossips
found they were talking only to themselves. Pastor Folk's large and
growing flock weren't listening. He had brought something new to the
Bible Belt-amorality in religious trappings, with salvation thrown in-and
his people loved it. They were so busy enjoying their own new indulgences
that they didn't begrudge the good pastor his.
Edna had been one of his first converts when he came to Centerville a
little over a year ago. She had just drifted into town, having walked out
on a no-good husband in another state; she was feeling lonely, guilty,
and lost. Thaddeus saved her. He took her out of the greasy-spoon cafe
where she had been working, and put her in his own rented house. He made
her think she was his special woman and would always be. He gave her the
best fucking that she'd ever had.
She had fallen into the habit of dressing lightly around the house,
because that stimulated Thaddeus, bringing his long rod up. She could not
get enough of that magnificent tool!
So it was that when Thaddeus entered the house on this particular
afternoon, he found Edna working at the sink, wearing pink-and-white
polka dot panties and nothing else. Grinning, he sneaked quietly up
behind her, reached forward at her sides, and wrapped both hands around
her quivery, cupcake-sized tits.
She gasped, dropping the dish she had been washing. It fell into the sink
and splashed water all over her.
"Ooooh, Thaddeus, you prick!" she exclaimed. But she was laughing happily
by that time, her face aglow, and she twisted in his arms to press her
hot, open mouth against his.
Their tongues writhed and stroked wetly as saliva flowed from one mouth
to the other. Her nipples, stimulated by the coarse fabric of Thad's
shirt, stiffened against him, and he could feel them digging in. He felt
her belly writhe, also. Gliding his large hands down her back, he took
hold of her firm, twisty buttcheeks through her nylon pants and squeezed
them, holding her lower body snugly against him until his rising cock
demanded that they give it room.
"Mmmmm ... wowww ... ooh, baby, let's see what you've got down here!"
Edna said, and sank to her knees. Her tousled red hair received a shaft
of late sunlight from the kitchen window and seemed to catch fire.
She unzipped her lover's pants.
"Any mail?" he asked casually, because he had come to take Edna's amorous
assaults for granted. They had even gotten to be a bit boring.
"Just the usual shit," she said as she snaked a white hand into his
trousers. "Oooh, wait-there was a Mailgram."
"From who?"
"How the fuck do I know, baby? Oooh, wow! This looks scrumptious!" She
was holding Thad's long woman pleaser by the stem and shaking it up and
down. While the plumlike knob bobbed and swelled, the shaft gradually
stiffened.
There was a faintly sardonic expression on Thad's lean, craggy face as he
looked down and watched the pretty woman lick his cockhead. He wondered
if she could taste young Nancy's saliva on it.
Apparently she couldn't. Or else she didn't mind. She quickly warmed to
her pleasurable task and, after swirling her tongue wetly around the
crown of Thad's prick, then scurrying up and down the sides of his poker,
she clasped his cockhead warmly in her mouth and began to suck. She
bobbed her head rhythmically, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on
his bristling eight-inch pole.
He stroked his cock gently against her mouth-thrusts, fucking her willing
face. Then, abruptly, he pulled free, turned, and paraded his naked prick
into the living room.
"Come back here, Goddamn it!" Edna cried, staring after him.
"Do not take the Lord's name in vain," he cautioned as he continued
through the house. "That is something you must never do!"
"I'm sorry!" Edna said, leaping to her feet to take after him.
He walked to his den, where the mail was stacked on his desk, and he
picked up the Western Union envelope. Edna came tripping into the room,
her titties jiggling, and she wedged herself between Thaddeus and the
desk as he ripped the Mailgram envelope open. She sank to her knees once
again, grasping the spear which stuck out and upward from his open fly.
She resumed licking the rounded head of it while he read:
HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT
FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!
MARCELLA.
Thaddeus smiled. A new territory sounded good to him, after spending more
than a year in one place. A flock of new women ... all those mouths and
cunts ... and fresh money! Thad had skimmed most of the cream off of
Centerville.
Edna had clasped his cock in her mouth by that time and was bobbing her
head once again. Her lips felt very good, gliding silkily up and down on
his quivering, iron-hard cock.
He would have to give her what she needed, he realized, but he would make
it quick this time. He had plans to work out.
Grasping Edna by the shoulders, he lifted her, and his long prick whipped
free.
"Fuck me, baby ... oooh, please fuck me!" she begged.
She was tall and lithe, and that broadened the possibilities for
copulation. As soon as she had stripped her panties down, kicking free of
them, Thaddeus backed her up against a wall.
"Yes ... yesss ... oooh, yesss!" she hissed. "Ram me right here!"
She spread her legs, causing a lippy division to appear in her fiery
fluff, and Thaddeus dropped his pants and shorts. He squatted just enough
to nose his upward slanting erection into her crotch, and she clutched to
guide it while she writhed. When the tip of his boner was positioned just
right, he rose, boosting her at the same time. A thrust of his hips sent
his plunger surging up inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs
around him as he pressed her against the wall.
He began to do a springy dance, all the action in his knees, while Edna
squirmed voluptuously. Her titties jiggled against his shirt. Her warm,
wet cunt was a ravenous beast as it devoured his upward cock-thrusts.
Her serpentine legs skidded against his back and sides. Her arms were
looped around his neck. Her back rubbed against the wall.
Up and down in her twisting, rippling cunny his splendid pecker stroked,
stropping the red-hot tip of her very responsive clitoris.
"Oooh God ... yessss!" she cried. "Ooooh, glory! Wow, can you really
screw!"
He grunted, and rammed upward harder into her slippery hole, which was
very open as she "sat" in midair, with legs spread. His jolts shook the
wall and jiggled Edna erotically from hips to head. He thought he could
hear her teeth rattle.
But most of what he heard were her lascivious cries, as she voluptuously
squirmed:
"Go at it! Yesss, baby! Get it! Get it! Screw me! FUCK MEEE! UUUUUHHH!"
She began to bounce up and down, swinging on Thad's neck and middle,
while his plunger stroked rapidly inside her. His prick throbbed with
pleasure as her cunt all but ate it alive. Juice dribbled down his rod,
from her salivating cunt, and moistened his bouncing balls.
Her tits shook up and down against his shirt-front. Her fingers clawed
the back of his neck. Her heels kicked him. She squealed.
Thad's geysering ejaculation rounded off her quaking, cock-wrenching
orgasm ... and he regretted, for a moment, that he might not be fucking
Edna any more.
"So, what was that all about?" she asked a few moments later, after they
had calmed down and he had picked the Mailgram off the floor, where he
had dropped it as the excitement had mounted.
"Oh, nothing important." He stuffed it into his pocket. "Edna?"
"Yes, you beautiful fucker ... " she purred, standing behind him with
just her panties on, and squeezing him around the middle.
"I'm going to be leaving town."
There was silence for several moments. No motion, either. Then Edna
abruptly disengaged and backed up. Thad turned to face her.
He smiled disarmingly. "Nothing personal. You've been great to me. You've
made me very happy. But my work demands that I move on."
Edna glared at him, her green eyes glinting. "This is something about
that Mailgram, isn't it? Who was it from?"
"Now, that's personal business," Thad replied gently. "You know I never
discuss personal business with anyone."
"Well, your business is my business, baby!" she snapped, the pet name
having a sharp edge this time. "I don't just give myself casually, you
know. I'm no slut!"
"Who said you were? But I'm sure you've gotten as much pleasure from our
sexual relationship as I have. And as for keeping house for me-well, it
was better than working in Joe's Diner, wasn't it?"
She glared at him for several more seconds, then smiled suddenly and
pressed her nearly nude body against him. She squirmed, making him feel
her tits.
"Don't tell me you can just walk off," she said, "after all the good
times we've had together! I know you can't do that. You're just teasing
me- huh, Thad? Just teasing me to see if I give a damn?"
"No, Edna." He gently dislodged her hold on him and backed her up. "I've
got to go. Of course, I won't be leaving for a day or two, because I have
arrangements to make. I must make certain that the church here is in good
hands."
"Bullshit!"
"What?" Thad tried to maintain a tolerant smile.
"I said, bullshit!" Edna repeated, even more forcefully. "You don't give
a fart about the silly church, and you know it! It's some woman you're
chasing! Oooh, how I wish I could see that mother-fucking Mailgram!"
"Edna ... how you talk!" he said a bit sadly.
"You're not above using four-letter words yourself, so don't give me that
holier-than-thou shit! I'm an ordinary person, who's been knocking around
all my life, and so are you. Your religious make-believe doesn't fool
me."
"It isn't make-believe, my dear," Thad replied. "You see, you don't
understand either me or our religion, even after all this time."
"Hypocrite! Tell me who the woman is!" Edna demanded, her eyes shooting
sparks.
"The world is full of women."
"Don't I know it! And that's just the trouble, you prick\ You don't care
who you stick it into, do you? Oooh, don't worry-I know you've been
screwing all the women of the congregation, while I've been at home,
keeping house for you."
"Edna, I'm afraid there is nothing more to be said," he stated, turning
away.
"Oooh, yes there is!" she railed at his back. "I'm not going to let you
do this to me! I don't mind you tomcatting around, as long as you come
home to me! But when you talk about walking out, that's another kettle of
beans, mister!"
He strode from the room.
Edna followed, her pert breasts jiggling in the nude. "I'll ruin you!
I'll find out where you're going, and I'll tell them what a sonofabitch
you are! You won't get started building up another church!"
He stopped, spun around, and slapped her so viciously across the face
that he knocked her off her feet. She landed hard on her panties on the
floor.
"OOOOOOH!" she wailed, as much from rage and frustration as from physical
hurt.
Thaddeus stomped from the house. He got into his car and began to drive,
having no fixed destination at first, but then realizing that he would
have to see Len Carpenter, who was the assistant pastor and the logical
choice to take over the congregation.
In his travels, which had begun in his home state of Tennessee a dozen
years ago, Thad had established branches of his church in several states.
A couple had since broken away, but the rest had remained loyal, because
he had called back on them frequently, and they continued to send him a
small percentage of their financial proceeds. It was a good racket, not
calculated to make a man wealthy, but permitting him to live the good
life and keep moving. That was what Thad required. If he ever were to
settle down, he firmly believed, he would die.
The Carpenters lived in a modest house on the edge of town. Len was an
insurance agent, in addition to working in the church. His wife was a
stay-at-home woman who gave the impression of being very devout. She
doted on the fundamentalist aspects of the religion without practicing
its libertarian concepts-except with Thad. He had gotten to her, of
course, and had found her a hell of a screw.
The beauty of Thad's religion was that its precepts were sufficiently
elastic to cover just about anything a person wanted to do, while giving
them a sense of security and sanctification, also. He emphasized the
free-wheeling aspects of the faith only when it served his personal
purposes to do so, or when a "sinning" church-member came to him in
guilty torment and sought absolution. He made them feel a lot better,
whether he fucked them or not. Not all of the enthusiastic adherents to
the faith were female and, of those, certainly not all were attractive.
Thad made them all feel good, when they really needed it, and that was
one of the reasons that his church was so popular.
He had removed the masochism from religion and set the people free. In so
doing, he truly believed that he was serving God.
He parked in front of the Carpenters' house, got out, and walked up the
cracked strip of concrete to the front door. A little girl came bounding
off the porch to greet him.
"Hello, Cindy!" he said with a big smile. "Are your mommy and daddy
home?"
"My mommy is, Pastor Polk!" the six-year-old replied.
"Well, good! I'll just walk right in and have a talk with her, if I may."
All good homemakers were preparing dinner at that hour, and Mae Carpenter
was no exception. The buxom blonde was busy at the stove when Thad walked
up behind her. But she-unlike Edna a little while ago-was fully dressed.
Thad was out of gas, anyway.
"Hello, Mae," he said, and she jumped.
"Oooh, my Lord!" she exclaimed. "Thaddeus, you nearly frightened me out
of a year's growth!"
He chuckled and sat on a kitchen chair.
Mae made a few quick adjustments at the range, then looked around
anxiously. "Well, uh, Len will be home in a little while ... "
"That's okay," Thad smiled. "I'm in no big hurry to see him."
It was a perfectly innocent remark, as far as Thaddeus was concerned. For
once, he had no ulterior motive. But Mae didn't take it that way.
A smile wreathing her round, doll-like face, she hurried to him and
plumped herself onto his lap. She unzipped her dress-front, reached
inside, and brought out a full, quivering breast.
"Wouldn't you like an appetizer before dinner?" she asked.
Chapter SIX
The pastor stared at Mac's milk-white tit with its jutting pink nipple,
and he touched his lips with his tongue. Still, he hesitated.
"Well, don't make me feel cheap, Thaddeus!" she said, a blush coming to
her face.
He bowed his head slightly, tilting it to the side, and he licked the
rigid, pale-pink protrusion on the rounded, trembling titty that she
held.
"Ooooh, that makes my day!" she exclaimed, lowering her lashes sensuously
and keeping her moist, pouty lips apart. She rotated her rich titty,
dragging the super-stiff nipple all around Thad's tongue.
"Suck it!" she finally ordered, and he opened his mouth to take her
nipple in.
His lips drew at the tasty titbit, finally stretching it well out, then
letting it snap free. The nipple nodded on its bouncy base, gleaming
wetly with his saliva.
"Try the other one!" Mae lasciviously invited, and pulled her second eye-
popper out.
Thad sucked that breast, also. Soon he was turning from one to the other,
using a large hand to squeeze whichever luscious orb he wasn't sucking,
and his penis hardened against the woman's warm lap.
"We've got time for a quickie before Len gets home," she said, wriggling
against his risen cock.
"Does he ... know about us yet?" Thad asked, breathing hard after the
strenuous sucking.
"Yes, I told him," she replied, surprising Thad. She twisted her
shoulders, gently slapping her lush titties against the minister's
cheeks. "I thought it was only right and proper to do that and ... " She
giggled. " ... he didn't seem to mind! In fact, he wanted to know all the
details. He even said he wished he could watch us some time!"
"Ooooh, shit!" Thaddeus groaned, and sucked a big titty into his mouth
once again. He rolled his eyes toward the kitchen door as his lips and
tongue pulled at Mac's nipple.
Again he let the goody pop free. "Your little girl might come in."
"No. I sent her to the store for ice cream. She won't be back for ten
minutes."
"That doesn't ... give us much time!" Thaddeus said between sucks.
"Well, listen ... if you promise we can do it later, when Len's here ...
" the woman said, a hoarseness creeping into her voice, "I'll let you go
now. Stay and have dinner with us. I'll put Cindy to bed early."
Thad looked up at her flushed, excited face. "Mae, you surprise me!"
"Well, you said it was all right for us to do it. You said it was the
Lord's will for me to have that experience and it would make my marriage
stronger. And it has! Sex has been so good with Len and me lately that he
asked me how come I changed, and I had to tell him, being an honest, God-
fearing woman. You know I never lie."
"Yes, Mae, but ... "
"Len said he sure wished he could watch, and I want him to!"
"Are you sure he meant it?"
"Yes! Oooh, you should have seen his cock quiver when we talked about
it." She giggled. "Just like yours is quivering now."
"Well, put your tits away, and it will stop."
"You know," she remarked, tucking in first one titty, then the other,
"that kind of talk used to make me ashamed, whenever I heard it. But it
don't any more. Why, shoot, I even say things like fuck and titties and
cock myself-and I know it's not wrong, because you said the Lord loves
honesty. Right?" She zipped up her dress.
"That's right, Mae."
"And you ought to see how Len acts when I talk to him that way in bed."
She smiled happily. "It really turns him on!"
She exuberantly jumped up, and the large, shapely mounds in her dress-
front quivered. "Like me without a bra?" she asked, noting the direction
of Thad's gaze. "I've quit wearing `em."
"Looks like you're liberated," he said with some misgivings.
He was half-afraid that, after he left, she might go all the way and
start peddling her cunt around town. That wouldn't be good for the
church.
"Well, the Lord wants us to be liberated, don't He?" Mae earnestly asked.
"That's what you always told me."
"It's true. But He wants us to do His work, also. You and Len are going
to have a special chance to do that. We'll discuss it later. Don't you
think you'd better check on dinner?"
"Oh." She turned to the stove. "I guess I had."
Thad got up, his penis having relaxed. He wasn't sure he was going to
enjoy what Mae had in mind for the evening. And, despite what she had
said, he wasn't sure Len would like it, either.
Watching another man fuck his wife?
That was strong stuff.
Thad thought of an alternative. What if he just sort of worked Mae up,
got her corpuscles perking and her cunt all wet, then turned her over to
her husband? That might be the best way to handle the situation. There
were a half dozen places where Thad could go in town to get his own gun
off, without risking the future of the congregation by involving the
minister-to-be and his wife in a game of menage a trois.
Still, the prospect tickled Thad in a lascivious way, and he reserved a
decision until after Len came home. He would verbally feel Len out, he
decided, before committing himself.
The assistant pastor was of medium height, chunky, and wore glasses. He
had a ready smile and a friendly manner. He grinned warmly when he saw
Thaddeus sitting in the kitchen, watching Mae cook.
"Well, hello, Thad!" he said. "It's good to see you. Will you stay and
have dinner with us?"
"I already invited him, darling," Mae said as Len came up behind her and
gave her a kiss on the neck.
"And I accepted with thanks," Thad put in. "Mae's the best cook in town."
"Well, maybe not tonight," she said, and glanced at the pastor. "I seem
to have neglected the dinner a bit."
Thad averted his eyes and changed the subject, explaining to Len and his
wife that he was getting ready to leave town. Len was impressed by the
pastor's offer to turn over the congregation to him, and he accepted with
enthusiasm.
The discussion continued over dinner, with Mae saying little. Mostly she
was watching Thad. He noticed that she squirmed from time to time on her
chair, as if her ass were hot.
Little Cindy was bored by the dinner table conversation and seemed
willing to go to bed early, though it wasn't yet dark. She kissed her
daddy and mommy in turn, said good night to the pastor, and trotted
upstairs.
"Beautiful child," Thaddeus said. "You have a fine family, Len."
"Yes, I know that!" he replied, and glanced fondly at his wife.
She blushed a bit and looked down.
It was beginning to look to Thad as if there would be nothing doing. That
was just as well, he judged, though there was a pang of disappointment.
"Dear ... " Mae said as she walked toward the living room, her husband's
arm around her, "I discussed with Thad that matter we talked about
before."
Thad tensed.
Len didn't withdraw his arm from his wife's waist. "Wh-what matter was
that?"
"You know. We talked about it in bed."
At that point, he drew his arm back and turned uncertainly to glance at
Thad, without seeming angry.
Thad gave him a half-apologetic smile and shrugged, as if to say, It
wasn't my doing.
Len, however, was interested. "Do you want to?" he asked.
"Well ... " Thad cleared his throat and glanced at Len's blonde wife.
"Let's!" she said firmly.
Thad had to congratulate himself on drawing Mae out of the psychological
shell in which she had lived before he got to know her.
"Is it all right?" Len asked the parson earnestly. "I mean, in the eyes
of God?"
Thad felt like squirming. But he didn't. Lust was in the saddle by that
time. "Yes, it's all right," he declared, "so long as each of us
maintains the proper attitude toward what is happening. The Lord wants us
to broaden and fulfill ourselves in all ways. This will be an experience-
a quest for understanding. Adultery is committed in the heart and not
with the body-the Bible makes that clear-therefore as long as our hearts
are pure ... "
"Oooooh, Thad!" Mae exclaimed, and rushed to him, pressing her warm
softness against his tall, lean form.
He grasped her by the arms and shoved her backward. "Mae!" he cautioned,
glancing quickly at her husband. "You must be entirely detached in a
spiritual sense, as I will be and as Len must be, also. That is the only
basis on which we can continue."
"Yes ... yes ... I understand!" the woman said anxiously.
"And you, Len?" Thad asked.
"Yeah." He had tensed up, and he nervously nodded his head.
"Then we may proceed," Thad declared, inwardly gloating. He took a chair.
"Len, I suggest you sit down, also."
The assistant parson took a chair across from Thad, while Mae remained
standing between them.
"Take off your clothes," Thad told her. "Very slowly. Walk around while
you do it. Show yourself off."
"Ooooh, my goodness!" she exclaimed, blushing, and she pressed her hands
against her cheeks. "I didn't think you would want me to do thaaaat!"
"You would like to do it, wouldn't you?" Thad asked her.
She looked from him to her husband. "Well, I don't know ... " she said.
But her blue eyes sparkled. She looked as giddy as a schoolgirl.
"Of course you would," Thad said reassuringly. "All women have a secret
urge to show off. You must have thought about it. Well, now is the time
to let that urge out." He shut his eyes. "The Lord is speaking! Can't you
hear Him? STRIP, MAE!"
It was preposterous, of course. But Thad had learned long ago that human
nature required only the flimsiest of sanctions to do what it wished to
do anyway, and his position permitted him to convey those sanctions.
Len stared through his horned-rim glasses, obviously excited. Mae was all
fluttery as she smiled through her blush. She shut her eyes and began to
turn, sensuously weaving her voluptuous body, which was more suited to a
stripper than to a small-town religious zealot.
Thad watched with satisfaction as she unzipped the front of her
housedress.
Her breasts bobbled out, big and creamy, her pink nipples perkily erect.
"Your wife has great tits, Len," Thad said, being deliberately crude. The
situation seemed to call for it, and it gave him pleasure.
It obviously pleased Len, also, as he chortled, "She sure has, hasn't
she? I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates them."
"On the contrary," Thad said. "They made my eyes pop as soon as I saw
her, and I said to myself, Man, you're going to have to suck those
titties!"
"Have you sucked Mae's titties, Thad?" her husband asked eagerly as both
men watched her twist and turn, her eyes still shut and her cheeks rosily
glowing. She was pushing her housedress down off her widely rounded hips.
"I certainly have!" Thad replied, squirming on his chair, because he was
already getting a hard-on. "I've sawed my prick right up and down between
`em, too! Mae really likes to get her tits fucked!"
"Sheee-it!" Len exclaimed, and laughed excitedly. "Is that right, Mae?
Tell me, baby! Tell both of us!"
"Ooooh, yessss!" she said in a richly sensuous voice as her dress dropped
to the floor, leaving her in pink underpants. She brought her hands up
underneath her breasts and grasped the full, squidgy mounds. "I just love
to feel a long, bone-hard cock stroking up and down between my titties!
And to see it, also-surging right toward my face-while the man is sitting
on me!"
"Damn!" Len croaked, squirming in his chair and grinning. "Oooh, hell!
Keep goin', baby! This is great!"
Mae squeezed her plump breasts, rubbing them together, and her nipples
bulged so far forward that they looked as if they were about to jet from
their circular pink launching pads. Thad visually stroked her rounded
tummy, which was covered by her full-sized briefs. Her navel peeped
hazily through the filmy, peach-colored nylon, just beneath the waist
elastic of her panties. Lower, where the silken fabric clung to the
secondary curve of her mons, a faint shadow of blonde cunt-fluff could be
seen.
Her thighs were full but smooth, the color of rich cream.
She turned, and Thad ogled her ass. He liked women's asses in panties,
especially asses like Mae's, which were well-rounded and firmly aquiver.
"Ooooh, I feel so looooose!" she said, and shook her tits at her husband.
Her buttocks wobbled in the flimsy pants that didn't quite contain all
their bulgy roundness.
"You are not loose!" Thad spoke up. "And you are not wicked! You merely
are expressing your natural sensuousness, sharing it with both Len and
me."
"Yessss!" she steamed. "I want to give myself to both of you!"
She faced Thad once again, and her eyes were open, smoldering. Her moist
lips were parted. Gazing full at the parson, she curled her thumbs around
the elastic band at the top of her panties and slowly stripped the pink
nylon down, gathering it in her hands. Her pale tummy peeped out, crowned
by a cute belly button. She lowered her panties further, showing the top
of her asscrack to her husband and the curly upper edge of her cuntal
fluff to Thad.
"Which part of her would you rather look at, Len?" he asked. "Her
beautiful backside or her blonde cunt?"
"Oh, I like everything she's got, Thad!" her husband said exultantly,
obviously getting keen perverse pleasure out of discussing his near-naked
wife with the other man. Mae seemed to enjoy it, also, as she writhed,
stripping her stretchy, inside-out panties down her thighs.
"Doesn't she have the prettiest cunt you ever saw?" Len continued. "But
she's gotta be spread out on her back for you to really appreciate it,
with those goldie curls along the edge of her slit and her pink lips all
wet and open!"
"Do you eat that sweet cunt of hers, Len?" the pastor asked.
"Damn, I've sure wanted to! But I never had the nerve!"
"Ooooo!" Mae squealed sensuously, and tossed her pink panties at Thad.
They struck him in the face, and he grasped them to hold them there.
"These smell delicious!" he said, his rich voice somewhat muffled by the
nylon of her panties. He sniffed audibly. "Yessss, their crotch is all
perfumed by her cunt!"
"Aaaaw, maaaan!" her husband croaked, and unzipped his trousers.
Mae turned her wide, pleasure-filled eyes his way as he pulled out his
rigid penis and began to stroke it.
Thad could see right away why she had taken to his cock so eagerly when
she had first seen it. Len had a short one, only about five inches, which
gave Thad a three-inch advantage. He took pleasure in realizing that he
had pushed far deeper into Mae's man-loving cunt than her husband had
ever gone.
She turned to Thad. "Darling, take out your cock, please!" she panted.
"Don't call me `darling'," he scolded as he rose. "Your husband is your
darling. You and I are only friends."
"All right!" she smoldered. "But please take out your prick! No!" she
added by way of afterthought. "Let me do it!"
"Mae, I didn't realize you knew those dirty words!" Len said, stroking
himself as he remained in his chair.
"They are not dirty," Thad said, feeling he had to fulfill his role as
counselor, even in these circumstances. "They are an honest expression of
feeling."
Mae knelt before him to pull down his pants and shorts.
He had taught her to suck cock, but he guessed she had not gotten up the
nerve to do it with her husband. For some reason, Thad didn't want her to
reveal this delightful perversion to her husband yet, and he pushed her
back as soon as his lengthy prick whipped free. He kicked off his shoes,
trousers and shorts, then stripped his shirt off. Naked except for his
socks, he took Mae's panties and draped them over his rod as he walked
around.
She laughed merrily. Len stared, his mouth slack, and kept jacking off.
"Spread out, baby!" Thad said to Mae. "Right on the floor!"
"Yes, Thad! Oooh, yessss!"
The buxom blonde flopped onto her back, careful to point her crotch at
her husband, and she raised her fleshy legs into the air, crooking them
at the knees and spreading them wide apart.
"There it is!" Len husked, stroking his up-thrust prick faster. "Look at
that wet, pink beauty with all the blonde curls around it! Have you ever
seen a hotter-looking twat-huh, Thad?"
"Never!" Thad agreed, as he knelt before Mae's female shrine.
"Ooooh, yeah!" her husband rasped. "Eat the son of a bitch! Stick your
tongue in it! Let me watch!"
Thad was careful to approach Mae's luscious cunt from the side, his cheek
stroking one of her uplifted thighs, and he stuck his tongue out.
"Aaaaah!" Len said hoarsely when the quivering tip of Thad's tongue
touched his wife's cuntal folds, and he had to let go of his pecker lest
it shoot off. The rosy-knobbed erection twitched in midair.
Thad licked sensuously up one side of Mae's lippy sexual slit, then down
the other. She cooed and bumped her hips.
"You see, Len?" she panted. "See how ... hot it ... makes me?"
"Ooooh wow, do I see!" he replied. "Keep lickin' it, Thad! Get right in
there!"
Getting a special pleasure himself out of showing off with Mae in front
of her husband, Thad fluttered his tongue-tip against her prominent,
erected clitty. Her bottom bounced on the floor. Her legs flexed wide
apart in the air.
Thad glided his tongue down her soft, tasty groove, licked the open,
throbbing mouth of her vagina, then shoved his tongue into her hole.
"Ooooh, sweet Jeeee-zusss!" the assistant pastor cried, and clutched his
twitching, upthrust cock once again. But he had more sense than to stroke
it, while he was so intensely aroused, because he didn't want his fun to
end prematurely.
Thad fucked his thick, meaty tongue in and out of Mae's spasming cunt-
hole, and he could feel her come. He grasped her bouncy breasts and
squeezed them. He kept pumping his tongue in her cunt, rounding off her
kicking, gasping orgasm. Then he lifted his head.
"Why don't you try it, Len?" he suggested.
"Ooooh, wowww!" the other man panted. "Should I?"
"YESSSS, Len!" his wife cried. "Ooooh God, YESSS! You can make me come
again, before Thad gets his cock in me! PLEEAASSE!"
Thad stepped back, and Len scrambled from his chair. He awkwardly
stripped his clothes off, throwing them in all directions, then sprawled
onto the rug between his wife's legs.
Thad watched in sardonic amusement as he drove his rounded, pudgy face
into the V of Mae's thighs. The pastor lightly fingered his own long,
uplifted rod ...
Chapter SEVEN
Mae gazed up at the preacher's towering prick and at his exposed, hairy
balls while her husband nuzzled her cunt. She got the idea that perhaps
he had lost his nerve, now that he was down in cunt-licking position.
Perhaps the rich, womanly scent of her cunt was giving him pause.
If she had known Thad was going to come over, and that it would lead to a
rollicking session for the three of them, she would have taken an
afternoon bath. But her lack of recent cleansing hadn't seemed to bother
Thad. It never did. In fact, he had once told her that he liked her to
smell like a woman rather than a bar of soap.
She felt the same way about him. Looking up at his splendid penis,
standing in full salute above her, she wanted to take the juicy thing
into her mouth and suck on it-and she didn't care if he hadn't bathed
since that morning or even the day before.
She squirmed, wishing that Len would quit tickling her cunt-hairs with
his hot breath and get down to business.
"Lick me, darlinnnng!" she said with sweet urgency, and bumped her cunt
at him.
He licked it. At first Mae felt just the touch of his tongue, applied
with trembling hesitation and quickly withdrawn. But then, as if the
initial taste had whetted his appetite-or at least had gotten him over
his funk-he swabbed his tongue right up her gaping slit.
"OOOOOOH!" she bawled. "That's IT, Len lover ... ooooh, daaaar-linnnnng!"
She clutched his head, mashing his face against her wet fuck-zone, and he
slurped noisily, gurgling and groaning. He writhed, rubbing his upward-
sandwiched hard cock against the bristly rug.
Thad knelt next to Mae's head, and she quickly turned toward him, eagerly
clutching his long pecker. She tilted it down to her lips. Thad let her
lick him.
Len was so deeply engrossed between his wife's thighs that he didn't
realize it when Thad shoved his prick into her mouth, spreading her sweet
lips with the bulbous knob. Her lips locked around his shaft as his
cockhead soaked in her warm saliva. She sucked the juice from his small
hole.
Abruptly he pulled back, taking his prick from her mouth. Her lips made a
lurid smacking sound as they left his plum-colored knob, and his cock
whipped upward to bob springily above her face.
She grasped his balls.
He wiggled closer and let his nuts settle against her lips so that she
could lick them. She didn't even mind the heady tang of his perspiration.
Len was digging into her clam-dip by that time, slurping up its rich
flavor. He breathed hard as he twisted his head between her thighs.
Thad stood up. "Why don't you let me fuck her now?" he suggested to the
other man.
Len lifted his head. His eyes were a little bleary, and his mouth was
wet.
"Fuck her between the titties first!" he rasped.
"Yesss ... oooh, yesssss!" Mae hissed hotly. "Fuck my big tits!"
Thad swung astride her middle. She grasped her breasts at their outer
sides, lifting the nipple-studded billows and making a deep, inviting
cleft between them.
Thad gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and shot it between her tits.
"Ooooooo!" Mae said, enjoying the cool wetness of his saliva, and she
rubbed her tits together, getting their inner sides well lubricated.
Then Thad lay his cock between them and, while he hunched, she rubbed her
springy, slippery-smooth breasts against his stroking rod.
"Heyyyyy, that's all right!" her husband said with a grin as he watched.
The purplish-pink knob of Thad's cock kept rising from between Mae's
titties, thrusting right at her head, which she tilted forward. Her lips
lolled juicily. Her tongue appeared.
"YEEEEAAAH!" her husband rasped. "LICK HIS PECKER! Ooooh, SHIT!"
Thad shoved farther forward, and both men watched as Mae's pink tongue
struck at the gaping slit at his prick's tip. She managed only some very
quick touches, which were agonizingly frustrating to all concerned, until
Thad clutched her around the head and yanked her farther forward. His
bulging, juicy plum sank into her mouth, and he thought that Len would go
ape as he watched his wife suck it.
Her eyes were shut in rapture, her cheeks appealingly flushed, while she
cocksucked the pastor. He crawled farther forward, letting her breasts
fall away, and he poised himself right above her face so that he could
plunge his prick straight downward into her mouth and throat. He fucked
her sweet face while he looked at her husband.
Len's tongue lolled as he stroked his cock rapidly.
"Easy, man!" Thad advised. "We've got along way to go yet!"
"Shit, I know it!" the assistant pastor replied. "But I never saw ...
such an exciting thing ... !"
He let his prick go, and the knob-ended, stubby pole jerked twitchingly.
His eyes were bulging behind his glasses, and he licked his flabby lips.
"She likes it ... she really likes it!" he panted.
"Oooh shit, yes!" Thad replied. "Your wife is one of the best little
cocksuckers in town!"
"She ... she never sucked mine!" he said plaintively.
"She will, after tonight."
"Damn, I sure hope so! Fuck her now! I can't wait!"
Thad backed off, and Mae writhed voluptuously, tossing her blonde head
from side to side. She sent both hands down between her splayed, tilted
thighs and rubbed the soft, furry edges of her twat.
"Yes, fuck meeee!" she moaned. "Please fuck me! I need your big prick!"
He knelt between Mae's thighs, grasped his bone-hard rod, and tilted it
down so that it was perfectly aligned with her writhing, wet, open cunt.
He moved forward. Len avidly watched as the other man's plug sank into
his wife's meaty socket, to be followed by inch after inch of veined,
ridgy shaft until Thad's balls slapped snugly into her crotch.
"I didn't think a woman could take that much!" Len said, now kneeling
behind Thad, with his head very low, intent upon watching all the action.
So as not to obstruct his friend's line of vision, Thad kept his thighs
spread as he stroked his long, hard cock slowly in and out of Len's wife.
She bumped and twisted. She moaned.
Her cunt reached for each thrust of Thad's horny organ, seeming to gulp
at it and pull it deeply into her rippling flesh. He increased the tempo
of his strokes.
"Man, that's fucking!" Len cried, giggling obscenely as he pulled at his
own stubby cock.
Thad rammed Len's wife so fiercely that the jolts made her tits shake
like satin sacks filled with pudding. She moaned and squirmed. She clawed
at Thad's back.
He rocked her to a throbbing, panting orgasm, then pulled his wet prick
free. He hadn't come yet.
After helping the groggy woman to her feet, he gave her a shove and she
pitched forward across the arm of an upholstered chair. Her big ass stuck
into the air, quivering.
Thad yanked her buttocks apart and swabbed his wet cockhead up and down
the groove between the lush mounds, across the brown, crinkly indentation
of her anus.
"Not there!" Len cried, staring. "You'll HURT her!"
"Oh shit, no!" Thad replied. "She loves to get her ass screwed! Don't
you, baby?"
"Yes, I love it!" Mae said, her voice partially muffled by the chair-
seat. "Stick your cock up my asshole! NOWWWW!"
Clutching the trunk of his cock with one hand while he held her buttocks
apart with the tips of his other fingers, he let her husband watch while
he twisted his wet, bulging glans against her converging anal puckers.
"Oooooh, God!" Len moaned, as if in religious rapture. "I never hoped to
see this!"
He watched his wife's asshole blossom to the thrust of Thad's prick. A
rim of rosy inner membrane was exposed, spreading wider and wider, and
she moaned loudly-whether in pain or in lust, the men couldn't tell;
perhaps it was both. Her asshole seemed to gobble up Thad's relentlessly
penetrating cockhead until, unbelievably to Len, she had warmly enveloped
the entire knob.
Thad bared his teeth and grunted as he pushed deeper into her ass.
"Ooooh, sweet mother of God!" Len groaned, stroking his own pecker wildly
as he watched Thad's rod sink inch by inch into Mae's rectum.
After Thad had given her about half his length, he began to stroke. He
continued to hold her buttocks apart as he pumped slowly in and out of
her anus, moving only an inch or so each way. Her rosy ring unfurled each
time he withdrew, then rolled inward with his thrusts.
He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and he spanked their flanks
lightly, chuckling, as he fucked up and down in between her vibrating
mounds.
"AAAARRRRGH!" Len rasped, and his prick spurted in the circle of his
hand, sending long arcs of semen looping into the air to splatter down
onto the rug.
Thad fucked Mae's asshole faster. Her bottom bobbed above the chair's arm
as she writhed and moaned heatedly. Thad reached underneath his stroking
rod to fondle the hard protrusion of her clit.
"OOOOH ... OOOOH ... FUCK MY FILTHY ASS!" she cried, and came.
Thad pulled his stained prick from her. It flipped straight up and shot
towering spurts of joy-juice into the air. They dropped wetly onto Mae's
back and onto her blonde head, while she kept writhing and moaning,
rubbing her tingling clit against the arm of the chair.
Only Thad could see the huddled figure of the Carpenters' child, peeping
at the lascivious scene from the stair landing. It pleased him to think
that she had watched it all. Education of all kinds was good for
children, he believed.
"Do you really have to leave town? " Len asked him later, as they stood
with Mae at the front door.
"Yes, I must. The cause of our church must be advanced, and Sister
Marcella has found a new location for us. I must join her and make the
arrangements."
"You mean, make her, don't you?" Mae challenged, sounding no longer like
the strait-laced, pious prude she had been when Thad had come to town.
"Mae, you know better than to speak in those terms," he said stiffly. "We
don't make one another in this faith."
Her only reply was a jealous pout.
"Aaw, honey, we can get along just fine now!" her husband opined,
nibbling at her ear.
"That's the idea," Thad said, and smiled. "I'll see you at the church
tomorrow, Len, and well put the books and papers in order. But for now,
why don't you and Mae trot on upstairs and have yourselves a good, old-
fashioned fuck?"
"It will be good," Len promised, "but it won't be old-fashioned. No, sir.
Never again."
As Thad turned to leave, Mae pressed against him. "Thanks, Thad," she
murmured into his ear. "And I'm sorry for what I just said."
He gave her an affectionate pat on the bottom.
He felt proud of himself as he drove home.
Chapter EIGHT
Thad entered his house quietly, hoping not to rouse Edna. He'd had enough
fucking for one day-and he didn't want to fight, either.
He undressed in the dark living room and crept silently to the bedroom
which he and Edna shared. It was his hope, however, that their bad scene
that afternoon had caused her to move to the guest room-or, better yet,
had prompted her to walk out.
But he had no such luck.
He saw the outline of her form in his bed as he approached it. He stood
for a few moments, looking down at her, the moonlight touching her soft
cheek and imparting to her red hair an even more delicate, silken quality
than usual. Her eyes were shut as she lay partially curled on her side.
It was evident that she wore nothing under the sheet.
Thad circled the bed soundlessly, lay the sheet back with care, and
hesitated. Edna's titties looked particularly luscious lying one atop the
other. The red curls at the base of her belly were barely visible as she
had her knees raised.
Thad took hold of his cock. It was soft as an oyster.
No, he assured himself, I DON'T want to wake her up. We've had our last
tussle, Edna and I.
But the bed creaked as he climbed into it, and he had scarcely pulled the
sheet up before she awoke. "So you came home to me ... " she murmured,
and snuggled up to him.
Why can't she still be mad? he thought.
Her hand found his penis and curled warmly around the soft shape.
"Damn it, Edna, I'm tired!" he told her.
"From what?" she asked, her tone innocent enough. But he knew what she
suspected, and he decided that was just as well. In fact, he would tell
her the truth.
"Okay, so I was with another woman," he said. "Now, go back to sleep."
"The hell I will!" she said, and sat up. "When the day comes that another
woman can take all the starch out of you, and I can't put it back, I'll
turn in my membership card as a female!"
"Ooh, for God's sake, Edna!" he groaned.
Undaunted, she swung astride him and smiled down. Her hair was sexily
mussed. "Who was it this time, baby?" she asked, wiggling her cunt
against his flaccid cock and balls.
"You know I never tell tales."
"But you fuck tails, don't you?" she lewdly retorted.
"Damned right!" he snapped, angry now. "And you should have seen me
tonight, girl! I fucked that hot bitch up one side and then the other! I
made her come three times!"
"You devil!" Edna obviously was trying hard not to get mad.
"The reason I did it was because you started giving me a bad time. I
don't take that from any woman. Now get off!"
"I want you, Thad," she murmured.
"Well, you can feel I've got nothing."
"I know how to work miracles," she said, and backed up.
"Even your hot mouth won't do it this time, baby! I'm bushed!"
Sitting astride his legs, Edna bent forward, letting her titties hang in
the moonlight. She bent farther, all the way down, obscuring her breasts
from his view. He watched her lift his soft penis and saw her glistening
rosy tongue come out.
"Please, Edna, for God's sake!" he begged.
As if she hadn't even heard him, she began to lick his cock.
It would have served her right if I hadn't washed after I got out of Mae,
he thought. The taste of shit would have turned her off.
But maybe not, he mused, recalling the many times she had licked his
asshole. He wondered if she would do it now.
He squirmed, flopping his penis away from her mouth, and rolled onto his
belly.
"So you want a little of that-huh, mister?" she purred. "Well, I'm not
too proud! You know that, darling."
She stretched his buttocks apart and pressed her face between them. As
her tongue began to swab his sensitive anus, trickling saliva into it,
Thad became afraid that he couldn't hold out.
He shoved his ass upward and wiggled it, grinding his asshole against her
hot tongue. She pushed, breaking through the elastic ring, and her tongue
slithered in and out of his aperture.
His cock began to harden against the bed.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "If you have to lick something, go back to my
pecker!"
Edna raised her head. "Your ass tastes so good, I don't want to leave it!
You must have just shitted, huh?"
"It was several hours ago," he said. "But," he added, remembering, "the
John was short of paper."
"Well, you're pretty clean now!" Edna announced proudly.
He rolled onto his back and stared up at her.
"Ah-ha!" she said, grasping his cock. "You've got lead in your pencil,
after all!"
"Edna, we're through, damn it! Can't you get that into your fuck-crazy
head?"
"We'll never be through," she told him. "You just think on that,
Thaddeus!"
She bowed her red head and began to suck his bristling cock.
He lay back and tried to enjoy it. He didn't have to try very hard.
Edna's encircling lips, which glided silkily up and down on his rod along
with her stroking tongue, reminded him that she was the best cocksucker
he had come across in Centerville. She made an art out of it, which put
her a notch above Mae and the others.
She bobbed her head slowly, enveloping his cock until her mouth was very
low on his shaft, then she stroked her encircling lips all the way up
across his corona, reversed directions, and dived again. Steadily,
relentlessly, she sucked and tongue-stroked his quivering prick until he
couldn't think about anything except how wonderful it felt.
Finally she raised her head all the way and smiled at him in the dim
light. "Take me with you, Thad," she said.
"I can't!"
"You can if you want to ... and I know you really want to. You're just
fucking stubborn, that's all. Well, baby, I can be stubborn, too!"
She bowed her head once again and resumed sucking his cock.
"Edna, cut it out!" he rasped.
She kept slowly pumping her mouth up and down on his rod.
He slapped her.
She raised her head and blinked at him, her cheek turning rosy. "Don't do
that!" she said, and her eyes flashed.
"Then leave me the hell alone."
"But you've got a goddamned hard-on!"
"So what? It'll relax when I fall asleep."
"Sleep? You could sleep now?"
"Just try me."
"Well, shirt" she said.
"Yeah."
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Edna cried.
"Get it out of your system."
"Oh, how I wish I could!" she told him hatefully. "I wish I could shit
all over you!"
She climbed off the bed and went padding through the dark house-looking
for a drink, Thad assumed. He had known her to hit the bottle when things
went wrong.
He grasped his hard cock and stroked it a few times, wondering if he
should jack off. But he was too tired. He turned onto his side and tried
to relax.
Edna came running back into the room.
"Marcella, huh?" she cried, waving the Mail-gram at him. She had found it
in his pants, which he carelessly had left in the living room.
"Give me that!" he demanded, leaping from the bed.
"Sure!" Edna threw it at him. "I read the name of the town where she is,
and the name of the people she's staying with! If you go to her, I'll
find you!"
"You fucking bitch!" he snarled. "Don't you have any pride at all?"
"Not where you're concerned," she said, and dropped to her knees before
him. "I just love this big, long cock of yours!" she whined, and grasped
it. It was still hard.
She caught the knob in her mouth and began to pump her head forward and
back.
What in God's name am I going to do with her? Thad wondered. If he were a
praying man, he would have prayed right then. But that was for suckers.
Not only did he not believe in prayer, he didn't believe in God, either.
He only believed in good works. He was sincere about that. But he had
worked long enough with Edna.
He slapped her again-so hard that he knocked her off his cock and sent
her sprawling onto her back.
"Oooooh, you broke my goddamned jaw!" she moaned.
"Shit!" he said, and stepped over her. He strode to the kitchen where he
kept a bottle.
He tilted the jug in the darkness and drank down several ounces. He wiped
his mouth as his throat burned.
She knows where I'm going, he thought. That means she can make all kinds
of trouble unless I fix her good!
Murder flashed through his mind.
No, he decided. Too risky. Anyway, I don't want to kill the bitch!
Buy her off?
In a pig's ass!
SCARE her.
Mmmmm.
"Edna?" he called.
After a few moments, she appeared in the kitchen doorway, sniveling. She
could rail, and she could cry. She could run the gamut.
She was like him-determined to get what she wanted.
But he was tougher, he believed.
He took a bread knife from a drawer, and its blade glinted in the pale
light coming in through the window. "How'd you like to have your throat
cut?" he asked.
"Thad!" Her eyes widened. "You don't mean that!"
"Maybe if I were to cut off just one titty ... " he suggested. The liquor
was beginning to take hold of him strongly, tired as he was, and it
showed in his eyes, making him look wild.
"You're crazy!" Edna said, backing off as if she really believed it.
He advanced on her, holding the big knife in front of him. "Maybe I am."
She turned and ran through the house to the front door. Thad followed.
She yanked the door open and, streaked, butt-naked, into the night.
Thad shut the door and locked it. He sat down, with his back to the door,
and laughed.
Crazy, he wasn't. But a little drunk, he was. And he thought, in his
inebriated condition, that he had gotten rid of the woman. He returned
the knife to the kitchen and went back to bed.
Edna stood in the street without a stitch of clothes on and wondered what
she was going to do. She didn't dare return to Thad-not now, at least,
while he was so wild. He might really cut off her tit-or worse, if
anything could be worse than for a young, pretty woman to lose one of her
titties.
She looked around. There was no one in sight.
She had friends in town, but they were all on the square side, and she
wasn't sure they would help her if she were to arrive naked at their door
around midnight.
The cops? Forget it, Charley! They would simply throw her into the
slammer ... after they had helped themselves to her goodies, of course.
She wasn't against the idea of swapping her ass to a stranger for
assistance. But she wasn't about to give up her sweet ass and her
freedom, too.
Headlights appeared down the street, and Edna froze. She breathed hard,
her nerves tense.
Take a chancel she decided. That was what she would have to do. But she
would wait and make sure it wasn't a cop car.
She scurried in back of some bushes and watched the car approach. As soon
as it got close enough to assure her there was no shape of cop-lights on
the roof, she ran out.
The driver put on his brakes.
"For God's sake!" a man's white face said through the window.
He was middle-aged and mousy-looking, with rimless glasses and not much
hair. There was nobody else in the car.
Edna smiled. "I need help," she said simply.
The man's eyes flicked up and down her nude form. He didn't say anything.
He looked scared.
"Well, will you help me or not?" she asked amiably.
"Wh-what's the matter?"
"My man threw me out."
"Just like that?"
"You can see, can't you?"
"Yeah, I can see all right," he said, and a little gleam came to his
eyes.
"Do you like me?" Edna asked, deciding to play her top card.
Fear arose again. "Lady, I'm a married man!"
"Shit, what difference does that make?" she asked.
"G-get in."
Edna ran around to the other side of the car and slid in beside the mousy
fellow. Right up against him, in fact. She put her hand in his crotch.
His throat made a rattling sound.
"Well, drive!" Edna demanded.
"Yeah. I guess I'd better." His voice was already getting raspy with
lust. And that wasn't the only symptom that appeared. His cock was
stiffening, also.
Edna unzipped his pants.
"Ooh, God ... don't!" he bleated. "Not right here ... while we're ...
driiiiiivinnnnng!"
His cock was sticking up nude, and she was stroking it. The car weaved,
threatening to run onto a sidewalk.
Edna took her hand away from him. "Watch where you're going, for Christ's
sake!"
"Well, then ... don't ... don't ... do what you were doing."
Edna giggled. "You've got a pretty sensitive pecker."
He groaned again, writhing, and she thought he might shoot off. But he
didn't.
"Do you live here in town?" Edna asked.
"No. My wife and I are visiting her mother. We're on vacation."
"Shit, that's some lousy vacation-visiting your mother-in-law!"
"I know it," he said.
"Well, let's see if we can't liven your vacation up a little." Edna was
beginning to enjoy the situation. The guy was such a square! It would be
fun to play with him and watch his eyes pop. It would be a good way to
get back at Thad, also.
"There's an all-night store over on Center Street," Edna said.
"Yeah, that's where I'm coming from. Mother Frisbee needed some warm milk
to put her to sleep."
Edna laughed. "No shit! And you got dressed to go out and get it? I don't
believe you, Fred!"
"My name is Harvey."
"I'm Edna. Turn around and go back to that store, will you?"
"Why?" He blinked at her, trying not to look at her bare breasts.
"Because I need some clothes-or hadn't you noticed? They sell blouses and
pants there. Oh, and get me some panties too, will you? I don't wear a
bra."
"I ... I can't walk into a store and ask for girls' panties!"
"You don't have to ask for them! Just pick them up. Pink ... blue ...
white ... any color's okay." Her eyes twinkled.
"B-but what will the clerk think of me, buying girls' stuff?"
"Hell think you're a swinger, Harvey! Now wouldn't you like that?"
He slowed the car to a crawl. "Where are we going?"
"To the fucking store, Harvey!" she snapped.
"Ooh, I've never heard a girl use words like that!" he said, his cock
twitching. It remained super-stiff.
"Say, how long since you've had a good piece?" Edna asked.
"I ... well ... my wife and I do it."
"Is it good?" Edna purred, cuddling him.
"No!" he blurted.
"I'll give it to you good," she promised.
"Where?" he begged.
"Get the clothes first."
Harvey turned the car around.
"My wife and Mother Frisbee are expecting me," he said, worried.
"Fuck them!" Edna replied.
"The way you talk!"
"Don't you think you'd better stuff your cock back into your pants?" Edna
suggested. "I'd do it, except I'm afraid it would make you too excited."
"It ... it's still stiff!" Harvey moaned, glancing down.
"Why is that? I'm not doing anything to it."
"Yes, but you're naked!"
"And naked girls really turn you on, hmmm?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Well, think pure thoughts, because you're going to have to get out of
the car in a minute. And park somewhere in back, where it's dark. But I
guess I don't have to tell you that."
He drove to the far side of the store's parking lot and stopped where a
large tree shielded the car from the only overhead light. No other cars
were parked nearby at that late hour.
Harvey wrestled his penis back into his clothes, though it remained
pretty stiff. He squirmed uncomfortably and said, "This is embarrassing."
"Don't take all day in the store," Edna said. "If a cop car comes around,
I'll get busted for sure."
"Okay ... okay." Harvey started to get out, then stopped. "A blouse,
pants and panties. What sizes?"
Edna told him.
For a second time he started to get out and stopped. "Hey, wait a minute!
I'm going to have to pay for those clothes."
"Afraid so, Harvey. I don't have any money on me."
"Well ... heck! That's going to be eight or ten dollars, maybe more."
"I'll make it worth your while," Edna promised.
He looked into her green eyes. "Really?" Though he was in his mid-
forties, he seemed as insecure as a high school sophomore.
"Yes! Really! Now get the lead out, will you?"
He got out of the car, took a step away and turned back. Edna had the
feeling that he was worried about leaving her in his car, for fear she
might drive off with it. He had put the keys in his pocket, though.
Maybe, she speculated whimsically, he was afraid to let her out of his
sight, for fear he might wake up and never see her again.
Without saying anything, he turned back toward the store and walked to
it. Edna did some serious thinking while he was gone. By the time he
returned, she had a scheme mapped out.
Slightly red-faced, Harvey handed the store bag to her. "I never want to
go through that again!" he said as he got into the car. "Buying girls'
panties! You should have seen the way that kid looked at me!"
"Thanks, Harvey."
"The stuff came to thirteen ninety-five."
"Thanks, again." Edna threw the bag onto the back seat.
"Well, aren't you going to put the clothes on?"
"Not quite yet." She snuggled up to Harvey.
"Heyyyy ... " he protested huskily. But he didn't push her away.
"You were afraid about not getting your money's worth," she said. "Do you
figure a blow job is worth thirteen dollars? "
"A b-blow job?" he echoed stupidly, as if he didn't know what she meant.
Could he be that dumb? Yes, he could be, Edna decided.
"I'm offering to suck your cock," she whispered in his ear.
"Okay!" he responded eagerly. "But we can't do it here! You said yourself
that the cops might come around."
"You can keep watch for them while my head is down," Edna replied, and
she unzipped his trousers once more.
She found his organ semi-hard when she hauled it out and a few quick
strokes of her hand completed the process. He watched her titties
tremble.
"Ooh, God!" he husked, squirming. "My wife never did that, even when we
were first married."
"What? Give you a blow job?"
"No! Play with me the way you're doing."
"But she does give you blow jobs, huh?" Edna's eyes sparkled in the dim
light.
"Are you kidding? I n-never had my ... cock ... sucked by anyone!"
"Oooooh, poor baby ... !" Edna cooed, and wriggled sensuously as she
bowed her head to his lap.
"Aaaaah!" he exhaled sharply when her tongue touched his prick.
She chuckled softly and licked all over the quivering pinkish bulb of his
pecker.
"Keep watching for the cops now, Harvey," she warned, her lips brushing
his slippery glans.
He didn't say anything. He was holding his breath.
When Edna clasped the knob of his penis in her warm, wet mouth, he
audibly exhaled again. One of his hands went into her tousled red hair
and the other reached underneath her bent body to grasp a soft, springy-
firm breast. She began to suck him while slowly bobbing her head.
"Aaaaw ... gosh!" he exclaimed, again acting like a sixteen-year-old.
Edna pumped her sucking mouth more rapidly on his dong, not wishing to
prolong the act. He writhed excitedly and began bouncing on the car-seat.
Edna's head bumped the steering wheel, but she kept going. She sucked his
cock as heatedly as she could and was not surprised that in less than ten
seconds his firm tube quivered between her lips.
"AAAWWWGH!" he rasped pleasurably, and his spasming glans jetted man-
cream along her tongue and into her throat.
She gulped and gurgled, continuing to suck him, and he spurted again and
again. One of his hands continued to clutch her head, the other her
titty. Her nipple was firm against his palm.
As soon as she was sure he was through shooting, she swallowed the last
of his jism, raised her head a little, and licked his penis clean. Then
she sat up and smiled.
Harvey leaned back against the car seat, his mouth open and his eyes
shut. He was breathing hard.
"Was that good?" she asked unnecessarily.
"Wowww!" he said.
"All right. Now let's drive."
Edna reached over the seat for the bag of clothes, her tits trembling.
"Wh-where do you want me to drive you?" Harvey asked, still in a blissful
stupor.
"Ever heard of a town called Jasper Junction? It's across the state
line."
"What?" Harvey came back to life, sitting straight up and staring at her.
"If you don't know where it is, well stop at a gas station and ask the
way." She shook the pink panties he had purchased and stuck her feet into
them.
"But I can't drive you to the next state!"
"Sure you can!" Edna pulled the panties up, twisting on the seat. Her
tits jiggled.
"But my wife ... !"
Edna leaned and kissed him on the mouth, her moist tongue slithering
between his lips. She licked sensuously in and out of his mouth while
squirming against him, letting him feel her active, stiff-nippled
breasts.
When she took her lips from his, she murmured, "Harvey, we'll have a
great time! Well fuck and fuck! Don't you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes!" he exclaimed.
"Then drive me to Jasper Junction."
Harvey was caught on the horns of the greatest dilemma that had faced him
in a long time. If he had been a little younger, or possibly a little
older, he would have resolved it by tossing Edna out of the car and
returning to his wife and her mother. But he was at the "dangerous" age,
conscious of all he had missed and aware that time was fleeting. And he
could still feel the vacuum of Edna's warm, clasping lips around the head
of his cock, giving him a kind of pleasure he had never known before. He
wanted to experience it again ... and more besides.
While she squirmed into her new pants and blouse, he started the car and
drove to the exit of the parking lot.
"I think there's a gas station just down the street," he said.
Edna smiled.
Chapter NINE
"I wonder what my wife and Mother Frisbee are thinking," Harvey fretted
as his car hurtled along the interstate highway, Edna comfortably cuddled
at his side.
"Forget them," she advised. "You're entitled to do what you want."
"Yes, but what if they notify the police? They're liable to put out one
of those APB's. And when I go back to my wife, what can I tell her?"
Edna yawned and ran her fingers through her red hair. "Do like they do in
the movies-pretend you had amnesia."
"You think that would work?" he asked anxiously as he looked at her in
the dim glow from the instrument panel.
"How the shit do I know?" Edna replied, and changed the subject: "Are we
getting close to a town?"
"The last mileage sign said there's a town about ten miles ahead."
"Let's stop there for the night."
Harvey squirmed. "I ought to drive you, straight through."
"But you'd rather stop at the motel, wouldn't you?" she asked, enjoying
the situation again.
"Sure." He gave her a shy grin. She couldn't shake the notion that he was
a balding, bespectacled, 45-year-old kid who, though he'd been married
for twenty-five years, didn't know much about girls. That was some kind
of tribute to his wife, Edna mused wryly.
She patted him on the thigh. "Don't worry about what you're going to tell
the little woman. After we've been together for a few days, you just may
decide to tell her to get lost."
"B-but I'm only going to drive you to Jasper Junction. Even if we stay at
a motel for the rest of the night, I'll have you there by the middle of
the day tomorrow, and I'll be back in Centerville tomorrow night."
"Oh, will you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Say, what have you got in mind?" Harvey seemed afraid of her again.
"Don't you have a husband or a boyfriend or anything?"
"I've got a man. I told you that. But he's in Centerville."
"So why do you want to go to Jasper Junction?"
"Because that's where he's going-but not for a couple of days."
"And in the meantime?"
"It's you and me, Harvey. That is, if you decide you like what happens
tonight."
"Now, wait a minute. I can't stay away from Hazel for several days!"
"Harvey and Hazel. That really fits, y'know?"
"I mean it! I'm just going to take you to Jasper Junction, and that'll be
it."
"But you know I don't have any money," Edna pointed out. "I can't take
care of myself until my guy shows up."
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to get back to Centerville."
"We'll see," Edna said, watching him with a wise look in her eyes.
They had no sooner entered the motel room before she was in his arms,
rubbing against him and finding his lips with her hot mouth. She used her
slippery tongue. Her braless breasts teased him, her nipples firming to
make themselves felt through her blouse and his shirt.
She backed up and began to open the buttons down his chest.
He didn't resist. He just kept giving her a foolish grin, having
obviously forgotten about Hazel for the time being, at least.
As soon as his shirt was gone, baring his unimpressive, lightly fuzzed
chest