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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 car full 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. She 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, but also being tired 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-nippled 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 humping 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, Edna went on to open his belt and the top of his trousers. She 
squatted and pulled his pants down, then she untied his shoes.

"Golly, I've never been treated like this before!" he said.

"I kind of figured you hadn't," Edna replied, removing his right shoe, then 
the left. She took his pants off.

By that time his cock had reasserted itself, rising in anticipation of what 
her squatting pose suggested.

She slapped lightly at the hump in his boxer shorts, and said, "I'll bet you 
don't get a hard-on this fast for Hazel."

"You're right," he admitted, and added dismally, "In fact, sometimes I don't 
get a hard-on at all."

"Tsk-tsk-tsk! And you want to rush back to that!" She yanked his shorts 
down, which left his pecker bobbing in the nude.

After he had stepped out of his underwear, and Edna had removed his socks, 
she settled more comfortably on her knees and stared at the not-bad-looking 
male organ which was tilted upward toward her face. While his cock wasn't as 
large as Thad's-few were-it nevertheless was larger than average. Edna had 
found that true of other small men she had known.

She leaned close and licked Harvey's prick while she slanted a foxy smile up 
at him.

"Oooh, God!" he exclaimed, trembling. His cockhead quivered against Edna's 
tongue. "I love it when you do that!"

"And how about this?" she asked. She continued to watch him as she took his 
throbbing, fat cockhead into her mouth.

"Ooooooh!" He shivered pleasurably.

It was great fun for Edna.

She pumped her mouth on the middle-aged man's stiff cock, her lips skidding 
silkily across the ridge of his corona. Suddenly she stopped, letting his 
organ leap free.

"Please!" he exclaimed, breathing hard. "Do some more of that!"

"We'll do it again later," Edna replied, springing to her feet. "Wouldn't 
you like to fuck me now?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Lie on your back on the bed," she instructed, and Harvey hurried to comply.

He watched her as she stripped off her blouse, liberating her shapely 
breasts with their' pale-pink, rigid nipples. She shucked down her pants and 
panties together and kicked them away.

"I never saw a real redhead before," Harvey said. "I mean, with her clothes 
off."

"Are you an eating man?" Edna asked, standing next to the bed with her legs 
planted apart.

"What? Oooh ... " He seemed nervous. "I've never ... tried it."

"Well, we can do that later, too. Let's fuck first!"

Edna swung a leg across his recumbent form and came to rest on the bed on 
her knees, straddling him. His cock twitched. She grasped his erection, 
shoved it straight up into her crotch, and stroked his rubbery glans along 
the lips which divided her fiery hair-patch.

"Uuuh ... yesss!" he panted. "Take it innn!"

Positioning his pillar just right, Edna screwed her snug cunt around the top 
of it, then slowly let herself down. She watched his mouth open and his eyes 
roll back as he received the wondrous thrill of his hardness gliding all the 
way up into her slick, muscular snatch.

She carefully removed his glasses, saying, "I don't think you'll be needing 
these," and placed them on the bedside table.

"You're so tight!" he said appreciatively.

"Tighter than Hazel?" Edna asked as she began to grind her hips, swirling 
her clasping cunt around his upthrust rod.

"Forget her!"

"That's the way, Harvey." Edna fucked him heatedly, her cunt grasping and 
tugging at his stalk with twisty, bobbing strokes. Her steady pumping rhythm 
increased his excitement until his ass was bouncing on the mattress and he 
was stabbing his prick upward into her.

Suddenly she stopped and pulled off him, leaving his wet red penis 
quivering, athrob with wild lust as it stuck straight up.

"God damn it!" Harvey cried. "What'd you do that for? I was about to ... "

He was hushed into silence as Edna turned onto her knees and chest, with her 
cute ass pointing skyward. Her knees were planted well apart, causing her 
buttocks to separate. This exposed the slitted dimple of her anus, with its 
converging pinkish puckers, as well as her rosy, gleaming-wet cuntfolds 
which flared for the reinsertion of Harvey's cock.

Though Edna's asshole offered a powerful enticement, even to a man as 
inexperienced and repressed as he, Harvey chose the easier and more 
conventional route: kneeling behind her, he rammed his prick up her 
marvelous, velvet-slick fuckway. Draping himself over her upturned rump, he 
screwed her as he hadn't screwed a woman in fifteen years-fiercely, without 
let-up, causing Edna to squeal and spasm before he finally spurted into her 
convulsing belly while her cunt-muscles rippled along his ecstatically 
twitching rod.

"Oooooooooooh!" he sighed deeply, lying heavily atop her as she settled 
against the bed. "That was ... great!"

"You know it, baby!" Edna purred. "You really made me come! Oooh, Harvey, we're 
gonna have such good times together!"

"Yeah ... yeah!" he panted and licked one of her dainty ears.

Again Edna smiled. Her plan was working perfectly.

But she was not one to take chances or engage in halfway measures when she 
had something really important on the fire. Anyway, Harvey was fun- and he 
had a lot of fire left in him, even at his age. He wasn't the equal of Thad, 
of course. No man whom Edna had ever met was, with that wickedly long prick 
of his and his commanding, dominating ways which she secretly enjoyed.

However, Harvey was the one who was with her now, and she felt she had to 
keep working on him, in order to make sure he didn't run off.

Accordingly he awoke in the middle of the night to find the moonlight from 
the undraped windows splashing over Edna's beautiful bottom as she knelt 
astride him, facing his feet. She was sucking his cock with long, loving 
slurps of her lips and tongue while her dimly illuminated lower region 
weaved before his face, offering him the delight of sixtynining. What man 
could resist? Not even one as conservative and staid as Harvey!

He grasped Edna's hips and hauled her pleasure-zone closer to his face as he 
arched his neck up from the pillow. His tongue came out, and he began to 
lick her lovelips, which were bordered by little red curlies.

His nose was scandalously close to her asshole, and, to Harvey's pleasant 
surprise, it smelled as fresh as her cunt tasted. (Unknown to him, she had 
arisen after he had dropped off to sleep and had bathed.) He sniffed her 
bottom as he licked her, even getting up the nerve to drive his tongue right 
up her velvety, elastic cunt. His nose was touching her anus by that time, 
and she wriggled and writhed, rubbing her asscheeks against his face.

Harvey couldn't resist licking along the inch or so of bridge to the 
puckered delight of her girlish asshole, and he madly licked that forbidden 
part of her body as she cocksucked him with long, clasping swoops of her hot 
mouth, taking his throbbing prickhead into her throat.

Harvey erupted, this time shooting his sperm directly into her gullet as she 
gurgled and gulped. His wetly sucking lips and the plunging tip of his 
tongue gave her an anal orgasm, so that they both were satisfied.

They slept like logs for the remainder of the impassioned night, and Harvey 
seemed to have forgotten his wife completely when they arose late the next 
morning, ready to resume their trip.

Chapter TEN

"Sister Marcella!" Thaddeus smilingly exclaimed as she ran with 
breast-bobbing eagerness to greet him at the front door of Floyd's 
farmhouse.

The gray-haired man, who had opened the door, backed up and stared with 
ill-disguised jealousy as Thad and Marcella clasped hands, looking warmly 
and deeply into each other's eyes.

"I'm so glad you've come!" Marcella said.

"Your Mailgram reached me at just the right moment," the pastor replied. 
"Things are stable in Centerville. It is time that we branched out."

He glanced at Floyd. "I want to express my sincere thanks to you, sir, for 
granting shelter to this lady and her children. Uh," he turned back to 
Marcella, "where are they, anyway?"

"Out playing," she replied, her brown eyes aglow.

Fuck me! was the message Thad read, and he .knew that the time to do it was 
right away. Strike while the cunt is hot, had always been one of his prime 
mottoes.

"There is much for you and me to talk about," he told Marcella as he entered 
the house and extended an arm around her waist, turning her away from the 
door.

"My room is right down the hall," she said eagerly, and led the way.

"Hey now!" Floyd exclaimed. "I ain't about to take in no more people!"

"Have no fear, my friend," was Thad's reply. "We shall both be moving out 
before nightfall."

"Well ... hellfire ... !" Floyd murmured. He hadn't wished to lose Marcella 
so soon.

She led the way into the small bedroom that she shared with her children. 
Thad followed and shut the door. She whirled next to the bed and, laughing, 
immediately pulled her dress up. She wore pink sleek panties and nothing 
else. Her large breasts bobbed.

"Marcella ... " Thad said softly, but with the rich vibrance that accounted 
for much of his persuasive power-both in the pulpit and in the bedroom.

He drew the buxom brunette into his arms. His hands spanned the bulging, 
panty-clad rondures of her ass as their mouths fused wetly and hotly. Their 
tongues played.

Thad's pecker rose.

"Ooooh, Thad ... wowwwww ... I've been wanting your big thing so much ... !" 
Marcella pantingly exclaimed as she sank to her knees in front of him.

"I presume you engaged in barter with Wilcox," he said as she unzipped his 
pants.

"Of course! I did just as you taught me-I listened to the Lord's guidance 
and followed it exactly. Floyd cooperated just as the Lord told me he 
 would." She pulled out Thad's erection. "Oooh, but Floyd doesn't have such 
a beautiful, long, stiff lovewand as yours!" she rhapsodized as she stroked 
it, over-emphasizing what difference there was between their sexual 
attributes because she liked Thad so much.

He understood and patiently let her pull his plum-headed phallus to her 
mouth. She held his stiff organ around the trunk and waggled its bulging 
knob against her hotly licking tongue. Then she pursed her lips around the 
end of his cock and commenced sucking as she glided her mouth forward, her 
lips widening to encompass the fattest part of his glans and to lock into 
the groove behind his horny ridge. She licked his cockhead while she sucked 
it, her foxy eyes rolling upward.

Thad smiled benignly down at her as if to say, Very good, sister.

She sucked him with eager plunges of her cock-hungry mouth. Her lips skidded 
wetly across the ridges formed by his bulgy blue veins. Her tongue cradled 
his cockhead, taking the dribbles of his pre-coital nectar, which she gulped 
down.

"Get on the bed and let me fuck you," Thad directed.

Always obedient to her spiritual leader, Marcella drew back, letting his 
8-inch wand flip to a high-standing thrust. She rose to her feet and lunged 
head-first across the bed, her abundant r asscheeks shaking her expanded 
silk panties.

She remained on her belly, moaning softly and wriggling her bottom, while 
Thad quickly kicked free of his pants and shorts. Shirt-tails flapping, he 
sprang onto the bed astride her and began kissing down her back, following 
the lazy S of her spine to the top elastic of her panties, which he caught 
in his teeth.

"Ooooooh, yesssss!" Marcella hissed as his mouth pulled her panties down.

His tongue flogged the satiny, curved slopes of her asscrack until he 
reached the bunched panties at her crotch. Then he clutched her hips, 
boosting them into the air and forcing her to draw her knees forward. He 
grasped the passion-moistened center of her panties and wrenched them down 
her plump thighs, past her knees and off.

He moved forward between her quickly spread knees and speared his eager 
prick into her lippy, wet slit. He sank all the way in a single thrust, 
causing Marcella to groan and shiver with delight.

He began to fuck her, driving his love machine with the full power of his 
lithe, woman-pleasing hips. Reaching underneath her torso, he grasped the 
quivery big bulges on her chest and squeezed them as he rode her writhing, 
receptively bucking rump.

"Ooooooh, GOD!" Marcella cried. "I feel your power!"

Thad knew she was speaking to the Lord and not to him. But that was all 
right, because it was Thad's power that she really felt.

Silly broads! he thought. It was a benevolent condemnation, at worst, 
because he knew that without them he would be out of business and out of 
pleasure both. They kept both his church and his sex juices going.

He fucked Marcella faster and faster, pulling on her tits all the while, and 
she bawled like a breeded cow as she reached a mind-swirling climax. Her 
bottom bumped against Thad as he emptied into her body the spurting product 
of his inexhaustible balls.

"Yes, Lord ... yessss, Lord!" Marcella moaned as she flattened out. "Oooooh, 
I love you, God!"

"And God loves you, Sister Marcella!" Thad said, licking into her ear.

"So, what's our first move?" she asked as they lay side-by-side on the bed, 
their hands clasped, both looking up at the ceiling. Thad still wore his 
shirt and socks. His cock was limp.

"We must find a location, of course," he said.

"To live!" Marcella asked. "Together!"

"No! Certainly not. That would scandalize the town before we have a chance 
to get established."

"But you told Floyd ... "

"I will give you the money to rent a place for yourself and the children. I 
will take a room somewhere else."

"Not with another woman!" Marcella exclaimed, sitting up. Her titties 
flopped.

Thad squinted up at her, his eyes glinting. "Anything I may do will be for 
the church ... and for Him. I am surprised at you, Sister Marcella, for not 
understanding that."

"Well, I do understand, Thad ... " she purred, snuggling down next to him. 
"But I thought that, now that we're alone here together ... " She nibbled 
moistly at his lips.

"Nothing has changed," he said, moving her back a few inches. "I am very 
fond of you, Marcella. You are the first deaconess of the church and my most 
trusted worker for the Lord. But His will comes first. Whatever He commands, 
I must do. And so must you, also."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to get involved with other women."

"Perhaps it does."

"Oh." Marcella turned onto her back and pouted.

"Never mind," Thad said softly. "We will be very close." His fingertips 
ruffled the fur on her cunt.

"What am I going to do?"

"I will tell you when the time is right. For now, get your things packed." 
Thad hopped up from the bed. "Is there a bathroom in this place?"

"Yes. Across the hall."

Thad smiled, and Marcella watched him leave the room, his cock and balls 
swaying heavily.

Luckily neither the farmer nor his wife was in the hall when he crossed it 
to the John. He stood in front of the commode and vigorously pissed.

A cool shower cleansed him and put him in fine fettle so that, when he 
returned to Marcella's bedroom, with a towel wrapped about his lean form, 
his penis had returned to a state of near-turgidity, arching thickly and 
lengthily forward from his pendulous nuts.

She still lay on the bed, butt-naked, hoping no doubt for another romp. But 
he disappointed her, stepping immediately into his shorts.

"Is there a local newspaper?" he asked.

"I don't know, Thad," she replied, half-sulking.

"Well, if not, I'll see a real estate broker. There must be some suitable 
hall available, that we can rent for Sunday mornings. Otherwise we will buy 
a tent and pitch it on a vacant lot. That will suffice until we can float a 
loan and build our own edifice."

"Yes, Thad."

He reached into his pants, after pulling them on, and brought out a large 
roll of bills. Peeling off four fifties, he tossed them to Marcella.

"That ought to handle a month's rent and some food for you and the kiddies," 
he said. "Incidentally, how are they?"

"Oh, just fine."

"That sweet daughter of yours-what is her name again?"

"Beth."

"Ah, yes. Beth." He stepped to a mirror and combed his black hair. "She's 
about twelve years old, isn't she?"

"You know she is."

"Mmmmm. I never got to know your children well enough."

Marcella watched him. "If the Lord needs my help in arranging for a hall to 
rent ... "

"I will bear that in mind," Thad said with a smile as he turned to face her. 
"Now, you had better get dressed and go out looking for a place to live. 
Then come back here and I will be in touch with you before nightfall."

"Yes, Thad."

He left the room ... and the house. He headed his car toward town.

Chapter ELEVEN

Jasper Junction wasn't much of a place. It wasn't one which Thad would have 
chosen. But he had to indulge the whims of those who worked for him, to some 
extent, and if Marcella felt it was the location which the Lord had pointed 
out to her, he would make the most of it.

Any town in the Bible-belt offered an opportunity, he had learned.

He toured up and down the four-block stretch of Main Street, looking for a 
newspaper office. He found none. He stopped at the drug store and perused 
the stands in front of it. They bore city papers only. Jasper Junction was 
without its own periodical, it seemed.

Thad's next stop was a real estate office, which appeared to be the main-or 
perhaps the only- one in town. He opened the front door and walked in.

The little office was deserted.

Thad stood between two desks, one with papers on it and the other bare, and 
his nostrils flared. Like a wild animal sniffing the wind for evidence of 
possible prey, he detected something. It was not a smell, literally 
speaking, but an intuitive feeling. Thad's intuition, along certain lines, 
was highly developed.

He stepped to an open doorway at the rear of the office and found he was 
looking into the living quarters of the real estate broker. He boldly walked 
through the kitchen and into the bedroom beyond, his intuition giving 
positive guidance.

Another door stood partly open, a shaft of light slanting out. Thad stepped 
to that doorway and pushed the panel open fully.

He stared at a woman who was seated on a John, her skirt pulled up around 
her middle, baring gartered stockings and pale thighs. Blue panties were 
wound about her knees. She gasped.

"Oh," Thad smiled, "I beg your pardon!"

Just then a splash told him that the woman had deposited a turd into the 
toilet bowl. Blushing furiously, she quickly grasped the flush-handle and 
yanked it.

"How dare you walk in here!" she exclaimed, and pulled her dress down as far 
as she could. But the hem wouldn't quite reach to her expanded brown 
stockingtops which were pulled into peaks by her garters. Her briefs 
remained exposed.

"Sorry," Thad said easily, his confidence unshaken. "But the door to your 
apartment was open."

"Well, get out!" she cried angrily as the toilet gurgled.

"Wouldn't you rather have me help you?" Thad asked.

"What!"

The woman wasn't bad looking, though she was a bit older than Thad liked 
them-pushing forty, he judged, with hair that was dyed jet-black, heavily 
made up eyes, and false lashes. She was the vamp of Jasper Junction, he 
speculated-a widow or divorcee who had landed there in the hopes of using 
what was left of her physical appeal to charm the rubes into buying real 
estate from her.

"Stand up," he said, "and I'll wipe your bottom."

Her mouth dropped open and she stared speechlessly at him.

"I'll bet you've never had a man do that," he opined.

"You are something else!" she said, as if awestruck by his utter nerve.

"Mm-hmm. Stand up." Thad snatched some toilet paper off the roll.

The woman's knees seemed to tremble as she rose, her blue panties forming a 
silken figure-8 around them, and she held her skirt at her waist. Thad noted 
that her pubic hair wasn't as dark as the hair on her head, confirming the 
dye job.

"Bend forward," he instructed, "and stick your little po-po this way."

She did it. Her po-po wasn't little, especially when spread and thrust 
upward by her bent pose. It wasn't very dirty, denoting that she'd had a 
neat passage.

Thad wiped the crack of her ass, centering on her anus to remove all the 
brownish stain. He dropped the soiled paper and snatched some more.

"Use the Wet Ones in the cabinet," she said tensely.

Thad knew she was enjoying herself in a perverse way.

After wiping her cute little shit-hole for the second time with paper, and 
dropping the tissue into the pot, he found the moist wipes she had 
mentioned, yanked one from the receptacle, and set about to make her anus 
squeaky-clean.

"I like fastidious women!" he said, dropping the wet-wipe into the pot, then 
giving her a slap on one flank of her quivery rump.

She straightened and pulled up her panties. She was blushing intensely. But 
she also smiled.

"You're not from around here!" she said. "You couldn't be!"

"Right you are. Pastor Thaddeus Polk is the name, founder of the Church of 
Holy and Mysterious Revelation ... at your service."

"Well, I'll be damned!" She was no longer blushing so hard. Mostly she 
seemed amused ... and stimulated.

"Call me Thad. What do I call you?"

"Dotti. My name is Dorothy Fenster, like it says out front."

"You know, I didn't even notice the name. A sixth sense brought me to you. 
Do you believe that?"

"Ill believe anything now."

"If you want to go out front, we can talk some business," Thad suggested.

"I'll talk business," she replied, her dark eyes alight. "But not out there. 
Why don't you go lock the front door? Turn the sign around so that it says 
Closed."

Thad smiled and went on the errand. When he returned to the bedroom, he wasn't 
surprised to see Dotti standing in her stockings and blue underpants, next 
to the bed, her brown-nippled titties bare.

They weren't among the best tits he'd ever seen or played with. They were 
rather hangy, which was to be expected at her age. But they were full enough 
to give her a look of mature voluptuousness.

The rest of her wasn't bad-a trim waist, sleek white thighs, shapely legs in 
sheer nylons.

"Another thing I like about you is that you wear stockings and garters," 
Thad said. "I certainly prefer them to pantyhose."

"Don't all men?" she asked, batting her long lashes.

Thad began to take off his clothes.

"Are you doing any good with the shit-kickers around here?" he asked.

"You're remarkably earthy for a man of the cloth!" Her amusement obviously 
continued.

"I don't believe I have to put on an act with you," he said, stepping out of 
his pants.

Her smile faded. "I'm not sure I like that. I'm not trash."

"I didn't mean to imply you were," Thad said, unbuttoning his shirt. "But 
you're smart and sophisticated, and a man can come on straight with you, I 
judge. We've both been around enough to know what the world is like."

"That's true," she agreed, and stripped down her panties.

Thad removed his shorts.

"Ooooh, my!"

"Like it?" Thad asked brazenly as he lifted his lengthy, semi-firm sausage 
and waggled it at the lady broker.

"Let's just say that it looks like it can do the job."

"It can tickle your tonsils," Thad bragged.

"Do you need, uh, some special stimulation to get it up?" she asked, moving 
to him and raking her blood-red fingernails through the black hairs on his 
chest.

"No," Thad replied. "But if you enjoy sucking cock, don't let me discourage 
you."

"You have a way of laying things on the line," she said.

"I try to be honest-when I'm not preaching, that is."

"No kidding, are you really a minister?" Dotti asked, reaching down to 
fondle his cock.

"Yeah, and I'm looking for a location here. That's the business I wanted to 
discuss with you."

"Well, first things first, honey," she said, and sank to her knees.

His manly pride was half-elevated by that time and it waved twitchingly 
before her. Her red lips parted, and her rosy tongue came out.

Thad thought, as he frequently did at such times, about all the men in 
America who ached to have their cocks sucked but were married to women who 
wouldn't do it ... and he felt sorry for the women. He knew from experience 
that most women wanted to suck and only had to be given the right kind of 
encouragement, from a man who took charge. They had to be made to feel it 
was all right, that it was something taken for granted-no big thing. Then 
they would get down and love it.

Like Dotti was doing right then.

To be precise, she wasn't sucking Thad yet, but was licking him all over. 
Most women liked to do that too, like they enjoyed licking a lollipop or an 
ice cream cone. Dotti seemed to enjoy it especially, swirling her damp 
tongue around the mauve-colored crown of his upthrust, throbbing organ, then 
swabbing along his shaft. She licked all the way to his balls and went to 
work on those hair-enshrouded shapes in their velvety sac.

Thad petted her hair lightly and stood with all the patience in the world, 
letting her get her fill.

She seized a nut in her mouth and sucked it. She rolled her eyes upward, to 
read his response, and he smiled wanly ... approvingly.

"You're good, baby!" he said.

She spat his first nut out and captured the other one. The bulbous shape 
pulsated in her warm, liquid mouth. After letting it pop out, she went 
farther and licked underneath his nut-sac while his balls straddled her 
nose. He liked the looks of that. His pecker stuck out high and waggled.

Dotti grasped his shaft, tilted it down, and clasped his fat cockhead in her 
eager mouth. She sucked heatedly, letting her long dark lashes drop to touch 
the pale skin of her cheeks. She bobbed her head forward and back, gargling 
on his long bone.

It got to be a bore after awhile, and he said, "How do you want to take 
it-front or back, top or bottom?"

"You'll laugh," she said, rising to her feet.

"Nope. I aim to please."

"Well, lie down on your back and I'll show you." He followed directions.

"I like to mount this way," she said, turning her ass toward him as she 
swung astride his lanky, cock-bristling form. She reached underneath her 
crotch and held his pillar straight up. Grinding her hips, she screwed her 
cunt down onto him, gasping with pleasure.

"Now I like to lean way forward," she said, "and rub my clit hard against 
your cock and balls!"

"Fuck away, baby!" he told her.

"Oooh, yesssssss!" she breathed, and began bumping.

Thad watched her arched ass rise and fall, framed by her garter belt and 
stockingtops. Her cute asshole winked at him from between her quivering 
buttocks. Her pubic bump rubbed the underside of his shaft and, when she had 
him all the way in her, rubbed his balls, as well. She rotated her cunt as 
she pumped.

She wasn't the tightest. That had to do with her age, also, he realized, and 
forgave her for it. Anyway, the firm stroking pressure of her clit and mons 
against the sensitive underside of his cock more than made up for it, and he 
writhed pleasurably, jabbing up into her against her thrusts.

She grasped one of his feet and pulled it to her mouth. Her wet tongue 
brushed his toes, moving back and forth, her saliva trickling between them. 
Finally she clasped his big toe in her mouth and sucked on it while she 
fucked him hard.

Her ass bobbed with furious intensity before his eyes. He stroked his hands 
up and down the outside of her legs, across her stockingtops and along her 
garters. He slapped her shivery flanks.

All the while she rubbed rapidly up and down on his cock, grinding against 
his pulled-up, throbbing nuts, and her wet, hungry hole devoured his eight 
inches of bone-hard flesh.

She bore against the underside of his cock with even greater intensity, 
grinding and bumping ... panting ... yelping ... then letting out a squeal 
of delight as her bottom bounced up and down jerkily, quivering like Jell-o.

He spurted up into her, and his jism doused her flames.

"A church, huh?" she said, shuffling through her listings. "Well, the only 
place in town that would do is the hall where they hold the Farmers' League 
meetings. That will hold a couple of hundred people."

"I'll take it!" Thad said as he stood next to her desk and looked over her 
shoulder.

"It may not be so easy to get. It's owned by old Barnaby Rhodes, the richest 
man in town, and he's such a strong Baptist that I doubt if he'd let another 
congregation get started under his roof."

"Have you ever fucked him?"

"Hmmm?" Dotti looked up.

"Well, have you?"

"God, no! Old Barney must be at least sixty-five. I doubt if he has another 
fuck in him."

"No wonder you don't have a fancy office, honey, and all kinds of money in 
the bank! You've got a chicken streak!"

"Because I don't go around fucking everybody! Thad, this is a small town. I 
bat my lashes at them, and flash some thigh when I get the chance, but I don't 
dare come on like a ten-dollar whore!"

"Well, I've got a girl who can crumble Barney's cookies! Where can he be 
found?"

"Wait a minute! What is this about another girl?"

"She's a deaconess of the church," Thad said. "A very spiritual type."

"But she's going to make Barney?"

"Only if the Lord tells her to." Thad winked.

"You're not a preacher," Dotti said. "You're the devil himself!"

"How can you say that," he grinned, "when you never heard me preach?"

"Barney lives in a big white house, just off Main Street on First. I wish 
you and your deaconess luck!"

"Thanks, Dotti. Oh," he added, as if by afterthought, "you won't mind if I 
come back and bunk with you tonight, will you?"

She blinked. "From the way you talked about that deaconess, I figured you 
were living with her."

"No, she's got a couple of kids. Anyway, our relationship is on a very high 
plane."

"Bullshit!" Dotti said. But she laughed.

"Well? Can I come back tonight or not?"

"I suppose so. Drive down the alley, park in back, and use the rear door. 
For God's sake, make sure nobody sees you. I've got a reputation to 
 protect."

"Sure."

Dotti rose from her chair, and Thad drew her into his arms. They kissed, and 
her slippery tongue snaked its way into his mouth. He stroked her shivery 
buttocks.

She felt his cock tense against her, and she began to grind her hips. Thad 
pulled back.

"Let's do it again right now!" she said, her eyes hot.

"Easy ... " he cautioned. "We have the whole night."

"Well, don't forget to come back."

"Don't worry." Thad gave her a pat on the buttocks, then turned toward the 
door. "I'll see you at about eight. Have dinner ready."

"Dinner! Say, you do have your nerve!"

"You like my nerve, and don't deny it." He walked to the door.

She followed and whispered into his ear, "I like your big prick even 
 better!"

Thad walked out with a grin on his lean, craggy face.

Chapter TWELVE

"That's it!" Edna cried. "The name on the mailbox is Wilcox."

"You made a rhyme," Harvey said, and gave a chuckle as he put on the brakes. 
He kept his hand up between her legs, tickling the silken crotch of her 
panties.

"Cool it!" she advised, and pushed his hand down. "If you have a hard-on, 
you'd better get rid of it, because you might have to get out."

"Are you crazy?" he retorted, as he turned the car around. "I'm just going 
to drop you at the gate. I'll wait out here on the road."

"Chicken shit!" she accused.

"Well, heck-I don't want to get my head busted by that boy friend of yours!"

"What if I get my head busted, huh?"

"I wouldn't like that, of course," Harvey said, heading the car back toward 
the Wilcox driveway. "But it's your problem. I tried to talk you out of 
coming to see that guy. You'd be better off with me in California."

"Maybe," she admitted. "But there's something between Thad and me. I can't 
explain it. Maybe it's love."

"So, where does that leave me, huh?" Harvey asked plaintively.

"Just where you were before you met me. But a little wiser, I hope."

"Do you expect me to go back to Hazel, after all that's happened between 
 us?"

"What's happened?" she asked as he stopped the car. "We just messed around, 
that's all. Forget Hazel and go to California by yourself. You can find a 
woman out there to shack up with."

"I just might do that-right now!"

Edna grasped his penis through his pants ... and squeezed. "Not yet. Give me 
a chance to talk with Thad first. If I can't bring him around-if he's as 
mean and nasty as he was when I last saw him- well, I just might go with you 
to California after all."

"Really?"

"You're a pretty good hunk, Harvey!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Wait 
for me, hm?"

"Okay."

Edna got out of the car and walked up the driveway toward the weather-beaten 
house and barn. She had almost reached them when she heard a motor vehicle 
approaching behind her.

She thought, Good old Harvey! He decided to give me moral support, after 
all!

But when she turned to greet him, she stared at a rattletrap truck that 
squeaked to a dusty stop. A gray-haired man sat behind the wheel, but it was 
the woman beside him who attracted Edna's interest.

"Marcella Plummer!" she cried, her green eyes flashing.

"Why, Sister Savage!" Marcella replied. "What are you doing here?"

"Knock off that shit!" Edna said, stepping over to the truck. "Who's this 
guy?" She jerked a thumb toward Floyd.

"He owns the farm," Marcella replied. "Edna Savage, meet Mr. Floyd Wilcox."

Edna ignored him. "Where's Thad?"

"In town, I guess. He's making arrangements."

"Oh, yeah? For you and him to set up housekeeping, I suppose."

"Well ... " Marcella lowered her lashes demurely. "We can't do that right 
away, because the local folks might talk ... but if the Lord sees His way 
clear to let us, I'm sure that Thad and me will get married."

"In a pig's fat ass!" Edna cried. "Get outta that truck!"

"Why, Edna, I don't know why you're so uppity!" Marcella replied.

The redhead jerked the truck's door open, grasped the other woman by an arm, 
and yanked. Marcella tumbled from the truck, falling onto her side in the 
dirt of the driveway.

"Hey, now!" Floyd cried, and hopped from the truck on the other side.

By the time he had raced around to confront the two women, Edna was sitting 
astride Marcella's wriggling form, yanking her auburn hair. Edna's skirt had 
rucked high on her sleek bare thighs, and her breasts shook in her gaping 
blouse as she leaned forward.

Marcella was showing plenty, also, kicking as she squirmed and hollered. Her 
skirt had slid to her lap, exposing her pale wide thighs above the gartered 
tops of her nylons, and Floyd could see her pink panties.

He grinned perversely, and didn't make a move to break up the fight.

Marcella was a heavier woman than Edna. But the latter was lithe as a 
wildcat, and she had Marcella down. While tugging at her hair with one hand 
and making her squeal, Edna grasped the top of her dress with the other and 
ripped downward. Marcella's bobbling breasts spilled out.

Floyd had never witnessed such a scene in his life, and the wanton ferocity 
of it turned him on, especially since it was taking place in the broad light 
of day, right in front of his house. He should have been concerned with what 
the neighbors would think, but he already was too worked up for that. His 
cock was raising a tent in the front of his overalls.

"Hellfire!" he exclaimed hoarsely, and began to rub himself.

Edna backed up slightly to try to rip Marcella's dress all the way off, and 
the woman on the ground succeeded in squirming out from between Edna's legs. 
Marcella scrambled to her feet. Edna's snatching hand succeeded in grasping 
only Marcella's skirt as the latter started to run. The dress pulled off 
her, but Marcella stumbled forward.

Edna lunged to her feet and chased the other woman.

By that time Floyd's wife, Sarah, was watching, horror-stricken, from the 
house.

Marcella's cries also had attracted the attention of a farmer working in his 
field next door. He stared at the buxom brunette who was running across 
Floyd's front pasture, her big tits making milkshakes and her plump ass 
wiggling in pink panties. Her alabaster thighs flashed in the sun, her 
garter clasps glinting. Right behind her was a slim, pretty redhead, running 
as she held her skirt high on her bare legs. And Floyd was standing there 
staring at them, pulling at his pecker in his pants.

Edna dived, tackling Marcella, and the latter rolled in the soft grass. Edna 
scrambled astride her just as Marcella turned onto her back, breasts 
flopping. She clawed at Edna's face, but the latter grasped two squidgy 
handfuls of her bouncing boobs.

"Scratch me and I'll tear your tits off!" Edna yelled, loud enough for 
everyone to hear.

"Aaaw, shit!" Floyd chortled, stumbling closer, and he yanked down the 
zipper on his fly.

The farmer next door leaped from his tractor and ran closer. But, as if 
fearful of what was going on or of what it might lead to, he remained on his 
side of the line. When he saw Floyd pull out his erect penis and begin to 
pump it, he gave in and did the same.

The women squirmed and tussled on the ground, Edna squeezing and pulling at 
Marcella's breasts while the latter dug both hands into Edna's fluffy red 
hair. She yanked Edna's head down, mashing her face between the soft boobs 
she was gripping.

"Go to it, girlies!" Floyd husked, and stroked his prick like a moron, right 
in the center of his field.

But if he was mentally deficient, so was his neighbor, figuring that if 
Floyd could act that way, so could he. He tugged on his thrusting fuck-pole 
as he stared from the property line, his eyes bright and his mouth slack.

The harder Edna squeezed Marcella's tits, the more firmly Marcella yanked on 
her hair, holding her head between the bobbling globes. Edna felt the titty 
flesh vibrating against her cheeks, and her mind rocketed back in time to an 
incident that had occurred with another waitress in St. Joe, Missouri.

Edna got hot.

She only had to turn her head a little to one side, and her lips brushed one 
of Marcella's thrusting, plump nipples. She seized the nipple in her mouth 
and began sucking on it.

"Hellfire ... !" Floyd murmured when he saw what was happening. He stroked 
his cock harder.

The other farmer couldn't see well enough, and he finally crossed the 
property line, running up next to Floyd with his stiff cock in his hand.

"Well shit, Walter!" Floyd cried as he stared at his longtime friend jacking 
off.

"Shit yourself!" Walter retorted, and rhythmically rolled his rubbery 
foreskin back and forward, causing his purplish-pink peckerhead to swell.

Marcella was the most dismayed of all-except for Sarah, who was still 
staring from her living room window at the shockingly obscene spectacle. One 
minute Marcella had been struggling with Edna-for her very life, it had 
seemed-and the next, Edna was sucking her titty while she made gurgly sounds 
like an infant and sent radiations of surprising pleasure coursing through 
Marcella's body.

"Nooooo!" she breathed, pushing at Edna's head. "Stop it!"

But she didn't push very hard. What Edna was doing to her felt too 
good-especially after Edna jammed a hand into her wide-open crotch and 
rubbed her tingling cunt through the thin silken shield of her panties.

"Will you look at that, Walter?" Floyd husked as both men stroked their 
pricks. "The redhead's hot for the other gal!"

"Aaaw shit, yeah!" Walter rasped. "And the other one's likin' it! Look at 
how her tongue's comin' out, and she's lickin' her lips! Her eyes are gettin' 
wild!"

"Ooooh, pull my pants off, Edna!" Marcella moaned.

The redhead wasted no time in removing Marcella's panties, then immediately 
hunkered down between her thighs. Marcella began to hump her belly, causing 
her tits to bounce up and down. Edna grasped them again-but this time not 
punishingly. She lovingly stroked and rolled the bobbling orbs and plucked 
at Marcella's stretchy nipples as she plowed her tasty love-pasture with an 
adoring tongue.

Marcella had never been with another woman before, and she was amazed that 
she enjoyed what was happening. The tongue that slithered between her 
slippery, velvet lovelips might have been a man's-but it wasn't! The hands 
that pleasured her titties might have been a man's, too. But she could see 
that the fingers were delicate and slender, tipped with lacquer, and she 
could watch Edna's bobbing feminine head between her wideflung thighs.

Mostly she just felt the magnificent thrill of the tongue that plunged into 
her cunt, licking across the red-hot tip of her clitoris and along her 
crotch to circle her spasming cunt-mouth. Marcella bounced her asscheeks on 
the ground and moaned heatedly. She tossed her head from side to side. Her 
eyes gaped, but they saw nothing-not even the men who were standing nearby, 
jacking off. She feverishly licked her lips.

Edna's head reeled from the taste of the other woman's juice-exuding cunt 
.... the slippery feel of her unfurled, palpitating cunt ... and the steamy 
scent of feminine arousal that gushed up Edna's flared nostrils. The redhead 
was getting so hot that she required reciprocation from the other female.

Suddenly she raised her head from between Marcella's thighs, and she 
squirmed out of her own clothes, which consisted of only three 
pieces-blouse, skirt, and panties. As Marcella continued to writhe against 
the ground, moaning softly, Edna turned and straddled her, facing south.

Now Marcella was faced with a whole new thing altogether: Another woman's 
wide-open crotch, poised before her face ... curly little red hairs lining a 
lurid wet slit ... an asshole staring at her!

Edna didn't give her much time to look. She backed up quickly and sat on 
Marcella's face, then dug her tongue once more into Marcella's flesh-pudding 
and slurped greedily.

Marcella was afraid to breathe, with her nose sunk between the other woman's 
asscheeks as she throbbed and tingled from head to toe. Edna's cunt was 
smack against her lips, crosswise, and the other girl's juices dribbled into 
her mouth!

When Marcella had first had a cock pressed against her lips, she had sucked 
it. She had never been sorry. Now, with a cunt in the same position, she 
reacted in the same way ... except that more sucking wasn't all that was 
required. She had to use her tongue, as well.

Into Edna's cunny she thrust her slippery oral instrument, and her brain 
swirled giddily as she got her first rich taste of another woman. She also 
drew a heady, somewhat earthy scent when she was forced to draw a deep 
breath between Edna's buttocks.

She didn't care about that. Edna's tongue in her cunt felt too good, and 
Edna's velvet snatch felt good to her tongue, also. She ate, while Edna ate 
her. They clutched each other, bumping and writhing in the grass.

The men who stood beside them pulled at their throbbing pricks, and both 
shot off at the same time. Spurts of creamy sperm looped into the air and 
splattered down on the women's squirming forms. The men groaned.

Edna and Marcella came.

There was no fight left in either of them as they disentangled and stood up.

Walter shoved his soft penis into his pants and slinked away from the lurid, 
lascivious scene in his neighbor's pasture. Floyd returned to his truck.

"Where are my panties?" Marcella asked dizzily. "And, oh God, where's my 
dress?"

She stumbled about, titties shaking, as she searched for her clothes. Edna 
was getting into hers.

Finally the women returned to the truck, Marcella holding her ripped dress 
together, and they piled in next to Floyd.

"Hellfire ... " he murmured, and started the truck's engine.

"Hellfire is right!" Marcella remarked in dismay. `The devil must have been 
here with us!"

"Forget that crap!" Edna said. "What I want to know is, what are we going to 
do about Thad?"

"Huh?" Marcella stared blankly at her. "Ooh, him! Goodness, I don't know."

"Well, I do! He's got something coming. Hey! I left a guy parked out by the 
mailbox."

She craned her neck to look for Harvey, but he had driven off.

"Let him go back to his frigid Hazel!" she said. "He didn't have the guts to 
go to California with me, anyway."

"What?" Marcella didn't know what the other woman was talking about.

"Never mind. Can you put me up for the night?"

"No," Marcella said. "I'm moving out. I just came from renting a place in 
town."

"And Thad?"

"He's gonna get his own place. That's what he's doing now."

"I'll put you up, honey," Floyd offered as he stopped the truck in front of 
the house.

"You're kidding!" Edna said as she stared at the white-haired farmer.

"Floyd's a good man!" Marcella spoke up. "His wife isn't too friendly, 
though."

"Oh shit, let me out of here!" Edna said, and leaped from the truck.

She began to run toward the road.

Once there, she sighted up the narrow strip of asphalt and saw a car parked 
about a quarter-mile away, next to some trees.

Harvey! she thought. That chicken-shit didn't have the guts to stay or the 
guts to leave, either. But one thing he does have is money. He's got a wad 
of traveler's checks that would choke a mule!

She set out walking toward his car.

Chapter THIRTEEN

Marcella acted funny tonight! Thad thought as he drove away from the old 
house where she had rented quarters for herself and her children. When I 
told her about Barnaby Rhodes, she didn't seem sure if she would help me 
with him or not. Well, I guess she needs some more loving from the master 
hand of yours truly. Too bad she has those kids with her or I would have 
spent the night there, and the devil with Dotti! I don't need her any more.

That cute little Beth! he mused with a glint in his dark, satanic eyes. Now 
she would be some fucking! I'll bet she doesn't even have hair on her cute 
cunt yet! She has hardly any tits-just bee-stings starting to push out. What 
I'd give to be able to show her what it's all about!

He squirmed behind the steering wheel, getting a hard-on just from thinking 
about being with Marcella's twelve-year-old daughter.

He turned into the alley that ran next to the real estate office and parked 
in the back, as Dotti had directed. Glancing about, he saw no one. He got 
out of the car, walked to Dotti's back door, and let himself into her 
apartment.

"Dotti?" he called.

"I'm here in the kitchen!"

Good girl! Thad thought. She's fixing dinner for us, just as I told her to 
do!

But when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised-and also stimulated-by the 
scene that met his eyes: Wearing just a garter belt and black nylons, Dotti 
was perched on the kitchen table, with her legs spread. She smiled warmly at 
him.

"How about some antipasto?" she invited, opening her cuntal labia with her 
fingertips.

Since Thad smelled spaghetti cooking on the stove, he didn't mind fooling 
around a little first. Grinning, he pulled a chair up to the table and bent 
between Dotti's thighs.

"Ooooh, you horny preacher, you!" she exclaimed, and wrapped her 
stocking-clad legs around his head as he began to eat her cunt.

Thad didn't slight her just because she had offered herself as a joke, even 
though he was hungry for more substantial fare. The tang of cunt whetted his 
appetite. As an antipasto, it wasn't half bad.

His tongue wiggled up one set of Dotti's cunt-folds and down the other, 
working in and out of all the soft, velvety convolutions. Her flavor tickled 
his tastebuds, and her steamy scent soon overrode the aroma of the bubbling 
spaghetti sauce. He worked his tongue deeper into her warm, tantalizing hors 
d'oeuvres and slurped up the juice which was now gushing. He teased the 
turgid little pebble of her clit, causing her to bump her bare ass on the 
table and smear her cunt lavishly against his nose and open mouth.

Finally he wrenched himself free from her serpentine, silken-sheathed legs 
and lifted his head, panting for fresh air. He rose and stood before her, 
his hand moving to the zipper on his pants.

"The antipasto was delicious," he said. "Now how about a breadstick?"

He popped it out, and it stood stiffly quivering.

"Jesus, that's a whole loaf!" Dotti groaned, and slid forward off the table.

Thad wouldn't let her kneel yet. "Wouldn't you like to spread something on 
it?" he asked. "How about some cream cheese?"

"Yes ... yes ... !"

She hurried to the refrigerator, and he watched her ass quiver. Bending 
forward, she let him peep at her black-haired, saliva-moistened cunt from 
between the tops of her pale thighs while she looked into the fridge.

"I don't have any cream cheese!" she said. "Let's try this!" She pulled out 
a jar of mayonnaise.

She uncapped it as she carried it to him, and he took it from her. Guiding 
his prick with his other hand, he stuck his hotly throbbing shaft deep into 
the cool, gooshy substance in the jar. It came out gobbed with the creamy 
stuff.

"Oooh, you've flavored the whole fucking jar for me!" she cried. "I'll think 
of you every time I have a salad or a sandwich!"

"Well, think of me right now, why don't you?"

She knelt before him and began to lick the thick, rich mayonnaise off his 
turgid cock. Her tongue gradually replaced the coolness of the refrigerated 
dressing with the warmth of her clear, glistening saliva, and she had cream 
all around her red mouth by the time she was finished.

That sight was so erotically stimulating that Thad forcefully grasped her by 
the head and speared his prick into her mouth. She glugged, and her eyes 
widened when she had her mouth stuffed by his thick, throbbing cock. 
Nevertheless she began to suck on it.

The gentle stroking motions of her o-shaped lips across the ridge of his 
glans and along his slippery shaft were not good enough to suit Thad, as 
wild as he felt right then. He grasped her by the ears and painfully jerked 
her head forward and back as he fucked her red mouth rapidly.

She gurgled and groaned in protest, but he didn't let up. He kept staring at 
the mayonnaise that ringed her mouth as his prick pumped in and out through 
the slippery, silken circle of her lips. He wanted to add to the cream on 
her face. He wanted to give her a lot more.

His balls churned heatedly as he yanked Dotti's ears harder and faster. The 
jerky motions of her body caused her titties to flop. Her eyes were wide and 
wild. She groaned ever louder, but the sound was muffled by Thad's plugging 
prick.

He felt the heat rise from his nuts, and his shaft quivered between Dotti's 
lips. Suddenly he let go of her ears, and she rocked backward, releasing his 
twitching, hard-throbbing cock. He held the shaft, pointing it directly at 
her, and his blast caught her full in the face:

Splat!

Thick, gooey cream struck her nose and cheeks. She shut her eyes just in 
time to protect them, and Thad's second blast hit her eyelids, washing down 
through her long dark lashes. He struck her the third time on the mouth, 
adding immensely to the creamy ring she'd already had.

By the time he was through spurting, the woman had sperm dribbling from her 
eyelids, nose, cheeks and lips. The goo dripped off the point of her chin.

Thad smiled sardonically.

Dotti was furious, sputtering and moaning. She began to paw blindly at her 
face. Thad grabbed a napkin from the table and handed it to her.

"You lousy son of a bitch!" she said when she finally rose to her feet, 
still spitting and sputtering. "Just for that, I shouldn't serve you any 
supper."

Thad drew her into his arms. "I'll make up for it later," he promised.

"Yeah?"

"You can depend on it."

Thad was as good as his word, most of the time, and this was no exception. 
Two hours later, after a satisfying meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine 
and enough cuddling and sweet talk to make Dotti feel appreciated again ... 
he ended up on top of her in bed.

His prick was like a locomotive driveshaft, working tirelessly and steadily 
.... stroking deeply and forcefully through the slippery, hair-fringed hole 
between her legs. In and out, in and out, he fucked her as the minutes 
passed. Dotti reached height after height.

Thad kept going, twisting his head from time to time and swooping to seize a 
dancing brown nipple which he stretched upward, shaking her tit. He let the 
nipple go with a tingling snap and kept stroking ... stroking ... stroking 
into her man-hungry cunt.

Finally, as she begged for mercy, he reached underneath her, squeezed her 
asscheeks together, and fucked furiously, giving her the best orgasm of all 
as he spurted twitchingly in her hot box ... putting out the flames of her 
passion for a few hours, at least.

In the early morning he awoke with her astride him, in her favorite posture, 
pumping her voracious cunt on his slick pole as he gazed at her bobbing ass 
in the moonlight.

And they finished as they had begun.

Chapter FOURTEEN

"Oh, I don't know, Thad," Marcella said, obviously troubled. `The Lord doesn't 
seem to be speaking to me now. When I don't hear His voice, I don't know 
what to do."

"But I'm telling you what to do," Thad insisted. "The Lord has told me we 
must lease that hall which Barnaby Rhodes owns, and you are the only one who 
can persuade Barnaby to lease it to us. You see, he is a Baptist. He has yet 
to reach an exalted state of awareness."

Marcella turned away. "Perhaps I'm no longer in an exalted state myself. I 
did something wrong, and I believe the Lord has abandoned me to the devil."

"Sister Marcella! Such a thing cannot happen. The Lord doesn't abandon his 
own. Uh, just what did you do that was so bad?"

She faced Thad. "I had sex with a woman."

"Shit!"

"Why did you say that?"

Thad forced a smile.- "I was merely surprised. I'm sorry. What woman were 
you with-your new landlady?"

"No," Marcella replied matter-of-factly. "It was your housekeeper-Edna."

"You mean, back in Centerville? Before you left?"

"No, right here. Yesterday. Edna came to Floyd's ranch, looking for you."

"SHIT!"

"Well, it's not that I'm jealous, Thad. I realize jealousy is a sin."

He grasped her by the shoulders and shook her. "Why didn't you tell me that 
cunt was in town?"

Marcella stared at him, wide-eyed. "Oooh, please don't use such filthy 
language! And y-you're hurting me!"

He let her go. "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

"I was confused and upset. I didn't want to talk about what happened. But 
now I realize I must face it and admit I did wrong."

"Why in the world did you have sex with Edna?"

"It just sort of happened. She attacked me and threw me onto the ground. She 
sat on me and ripped my dress. And then, before I knew it, she was sucking 
one of my nipples and ... and ... I liked it! Oooh, Thad, I climaxed with 
her so strong! But that wasn't the power of the Lord that was working. It 
was the devil that had hold of me. I'm afraid that the Lord has given me up 
and that the devil owns me now!"

"Mama, what's the matter?" young Beth asked as she entered the room. "What 
are you yelling about?"

"It's nothing, dear," Marcella said, seeking to reassure the child. "Now 
just go back to your game with Timmy."

Thad suddenly got an idea, one of the most wicked that his devilish mind had 
ever conceived, and he smiled broadly.

"How would you like to go for a ride with me, Beth?" he invited.

"Oh, yes!" the twelve-year-old cried. "Mama, may I?"

Marcella turned questioning eyes to the pastor.

"I want to take a little tour of the area," he told her. "I realize that you're 
busy, getting settled in this apartment. Your children and I should get 
better acquainted, anyway."

"Yes, of course. Perhaps Timmy would like to go, also."

"Some other time," Thad said quickly. "Come on, Beth. I'll have her home in 
a couple of hours," he added over his shoulder as he ushered the child out.

If Marcella won't help me with old Barnaby, I'll get her daughter to do so, 
he was thinking. A man of Barnaby's age would probably appreciate some real 
young stuff.

Too many years of playing God had pushed Thad over the line into madness. He 
was able to justify in his own mind anything he wanted to do, however 
capricious or outlandish, regardless of whom it hurt.

His penis twitched in his trousers as he guided young Beth to his car. He 
was threatening to get a hard-on even before he began with her.

He was so intent upon his perverse plan that he didn't notice the car parked 
mid-way up the block, a man and woman seated inside it. The woman's red hair 
would have attracted his attention if he had glanced that way, and he would 
have recognized her immediately.

The other car pulled away from the curb and followed him as he drove toward 
the outskirts of town ...

Marcella felt desolate. She couldn't shake the notion that she had fallen 
from grace with the Lord. If the devil now owned her, she had no guidelines 
to follow any more.

She strolled listlessly into the next room, where her twelve-year-old son 
was seated at a gameboard, waiting for his twin sister to return.

"Mama, where's Beth?" he asked, turning his bright, boyish face in his 
mother's direction.

"She went out for a ride with Pastor Polk," Marcella replied. "They'll be 
back in awhile."

"But we didn't finish our game!" the lad protested. "And just when I was 
winning!"

Marcella moved up beside his chair. "Well, maybe I can finish the game for 
her. How do you play it, anyway?"

She leaned forward to look at the game-board as her son started to explain 
the moves. Inadvertently she allowed a braless breast to rub against the lad's 
shoulder.

He turned his head and gazed into the valley between his mother's tits. The 
dangling globes, which were very white and soft, were visible nearly to the 
rims of her nipples.

"Mama, I don't feel like playing the game any more," Timmy said.

"Well, what would you like to do, dear?" Marcella innocently inquired.

"I'd like to suck your titties."

She had let Timmy do that when they were in bed, never at any other time. 
And she had permitted it only because the Lord had told her it was all 
right. Wasn't it natural for a child to suckle at his mother's breasts?

A surge of forbidden excitement coursed through Marcella, because the fact 
was that she enjoyed very much the feeling and sight of her son's mouth 
tugging at her nipples. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to let him do it right 
now, she thought.

Why am I even thinking about good and bad any more, she mused, now that the 
Lord has abandoned me?

She unbuttoned the top of her dress and let a full, luscious titty pop out. 
Her son's eyes widened with fascination, and he clutched her exposed, 
quivery breast. Pulling the pliant mound to his innocent young face, he 
clamped his lips around her rosy nipple.

Marcella shut her eyes in rapture as her son began to suck her tit. She had 
to remain leaning forward, her titty dangling somewhat. As she squirmed, the 
soft flesh shook liquidly against Timmy's mouth. He tugged on her nipple 
harder and made a muffled moaning sound.

Marcella released her other breast from confinement, so that both her soft 
white beauties hung before the child's face. She slowly shook them to and 
fro, dragging one stiff nipple from his mouth and shoving the other in. The 
lurid sound of the lad suckling at her nipples, and the warm, loving feel of 
it, thrilled Marcella.

She became very hot.

As was her custom when she and Timmy were in bed together, she reached into 
the lad's lap and freed his young penis from his clothes. Of course, it was 
very stiff. Marcella began to stroke her son's adorable upthrust rod, 
gliding his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans.

She got hotter and hotter.

The old restraint, which had kept her from going beyond a certain point with 
Timmy because the Lord wouldn't have approved, no longer applied; the Lord 
didn't approve of her anyway. She no longer felt she was one of His chosen 
people.

Giving free rein to the incestuous passion that she felt, Marcella clutched 
her son's free hand-the one that wasn't holding the plump breast he was 
sucking-and she directed that hand up underneath her skirt.

Obviously delighted, his little pecker quivering in his mother's grasp, 
Timmy wedged his hand between her warm, satiny thighs and he felt the 
enticing softness of her cunt through the sleek nylon that cuddled it.

Marcella's cunt throbbed. Her knees turned weak. She could no longer remain 
standing, bent forward as she was. She would have to lie down ...

It was but a small additional step to take Timmy to bed, and she did that, 
wrapping the youth's slender body in her arms and hugging him against her 
soft, bare tits. She wiggled her abundant warm flesh against his face, and 
his eager mouth chased her nipples.

Of his own accord, the lad re-placed his hand between his mother's legs, and 
she squirmed heatedly as he found her cunt once again. She hated the sleek, 
thinly stretched nylon that separated his groping fingers from the throbby, 
fast-moistening crevice of her cunt, and she wriggled more actively, hoping 
her son would get the idea and extend his youthful fingers underneath her 
panties.

He was hesitant, however. Or else he simply didn't know what to do. But he 
was busy enough, getting his pecker stroked by his mother's warm, loving 
hand while he sucked a titty and pawed the other bobbly globe with one hand, 
continuing to tease and tickle her sleek panty-crotch with the other.

Sticky, warm juice began to seep through the nylon, and it dampened the boy's 
fingers. Timmy seemed surprised by that, and he drew his hand back.

Giving a groan, Marcella rolled atop him. Straddling his childish form, 
supporting her weight on her elbows and knees so as not to crush him, she 
worked her hips hotly, grinding her pleasure zone against the youth's prick, 
which was sandwiched upward between their bodies. This activity caused her 
dangling tits to drag to and fro across his face, her stiff nipples jumping 
in and out of his mouth.

"Oooh, my sweet, darling Timmy!" Marcella moaned. "Mama loves you so much!"

"And I love you, Mama!" he groaned in reply. "Gosh, this is great!"

His hands found their way to her wriggling, writhing bottom which was 
scarcely covered by her skirt, and the lad boldly flipped her skirt up to 
the small of her back. This exposed his mother's panty-clad curves, and he 
wrapped his boyish hands around her vibrating mounds, squeezing them through 
the filmy nylon.

"Pull Mama's panties down!" she begged, continuing to grind against him. Her 
heart was thumping madly, and her throat was dry.

Down between her legs, however, she had turned into a swamp. As her son 
dutifully lowered her underpants, his fingertips touched the gooey-wet inner 
surface of her panty crotch. She kicked to help him pull her panties all the 
way off, then spread her legs even wider and smacked her sopped cunt against 
his quivering, bone-hard little penis.

"Ooooh, Mama!" he cried and, acting apparently on instinct alone, because he'd 
had no experience along this line, he started bumping his hips, as if to ram 
his prick up into his mother's hair-fringed hole.

There was only one problem: His cock stood against his clothed belly and, 
while it tickled her clit ecstatically as he rubbed and bumped against her, 
his rod wouldn't go up her channel.

She got a hand down between them to solve the dilemma, and she raised her 
hips sufficiently to let her stand her son's cock at right angles to his 
body. With a deft twist of her lower region, she caught his pecker's tip 
between her passion-flared labia, then voluptuously let her snatch down, 
enfolding his small prick completely in her slippery warmth.

The thrill that went through her at that moment was impossible to measure. 
It was the greatest burst of excitement she had ever known. Moaning and 
panting, she began to rotate her slippery, heated cunt around her son's 
little rod.

"Mama, that's the greatest!" he cried, and resumed bumping, this time 
stroking his cock up and down in her pleasure-giving hole.

"Yesss ... yesss ... yesss!" she hissed. "Oooh, Timmmmm-eeeee!"

She fucked him wildly, turning off her thought processes and stifling her 
conscience utterly as she concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her son's 
little cock, pumping inside her body. More than compensating for the 
smallness of his sexual equipment was the fact that his rod was super-stiff 
and, by bearing down as she worked, Marcella was able to achieve delirious 
friction on the tip of her clitty.

Her tits tossed wantonly against the lad's face as she screwed like a 
frenzied mink. Her son gasped and gurgled, clutching the soft, wobbly cheeks 
of her ass. His balls assumed a tightness he had never felt in them before, 
and he realized that something new and wonderful was going to happen to him.

His body began shaking, and his penis twitched in the fleshy, wet grasp of 
his mother's cunt. Feeling him climax, Marcella was so thrilled that she 
finished, also, and her vibrating contractions around his cock heightened 
his own bliss which was almost unbearable as he spurted out his first few 
drops of immature sperm.

His mother wrapped him warmly in her arms and legs, rocking his youthful 
body from side to side beneath her.

"Ooooh, that was wonderful, darling!" she gushed. "Didn't you just love it?"

"Yeah, Mama!" the lad replied, gasping for breath. "Wowww! I never ... felt 
anything ... like that before!"

"You're going to feel it a lot from now on."

"Does the Lord say that's all right?"

"Hush!" Marcella exclaimed, feeling a sharp pang. "You just do what your 
Mama says and never mind anything else!"

If Marcella had felt she was in bad standing with the Lord before, she was 
certain of it now. But she felt so good, after the frenzied lovemaking with 
her son, that she didn't care.

It was possible to live without the Lord, after all. Look at all the sinners 
who got away with it!

Chapter FIFTEEN

"Why are we stopping here, Pastor Polk?" twelve-year-old Beth asked as Thad 
pulled off the road and parked his car in a grove of trees.

"It's such a wonderful day, I thought it would be nice to walk down by the 
river," he replied. "Don't you think so?"

"That sounds great!" the little girl with the dark bobbed hair exclaimed, 
and she jumped out of the car.

Thad followed her through the trees down to the riverbank. They had the spot 
to themselves.

"Can we wade out into the water?" Beth inquired earnestly.

"Why sure, honey!" Thad replied. "Why not?"

He watched, a strange glint in his eyes, as she bent to take off her shoes. 
He quickly did the same, and he removed his socks, as well. He rolled up his 
trousers as he followed Beth to the water's edge.

She began to wade into the shallow, slow-moving current.

"Better lift your dress up!" Thad warned as the water rose to her knees.

"Oooh, yes! I guess I'd better!"

Beth raised her light skirt on her slim, little-girlish thighs, and the 
pastor nearly acquired a hard-on as he watched, following her toward the 
center of the river.

Moving cautiously, to make sure she was on firm bottom, Beth got in deeper 
and deeper until she had to lift her skirt almost up to her panties. 
Following closely, Thad got his pantlegs wet, but he didn't care.

He kept watching the delightful child, thinking all the time of what a treat 
she would be for a jaded old man like Barnaby Rhodes. Of course, in order to 
condition her for Barnaby's pleasure, Thad would have to break her in. That 
was the thought which threatened to make his prick stand up before he even 
got started.

Beth was laughing and splashing one hand in the water while she held up her 
skirt with the other. "Oooh, this is fun!" she cried. "But I think I've gone 
far enough! The current's getting really strong!"

"Careful that you don't fall over!" Thad yelled above the rushing sound of 
the river as he inched closer to her.

"Okay! I'm coming back!"

She turned, and Thad extended his hand to her. As soon as she had grasped 
it, he gave a yank, pretending to have lost his balance. Screaming, Beth 
plunged forward, into the water.

"I'm sorry!" Thad exclaimed, and quickly grasped her lithe, young form, 
pulling her head above the current. He swung her up in his arms, 
dripping-wet, and carried her to the shore.

"Ooooh, Pastor, what am I going to doooo?" she asked, shaking her head and 
blinking the water out of her eyes. "I can't go home like this!"

"Of course you can't," he said, carrying her up onto the riverbank. "You'll 
have to take those wet things off and hang them up to dry. How clumsy it was 
of me to lose my footing and make you fall, when you were doing so well!"

She stared at him as he set her onto her feet. "I can't take my clothes off 
in front of you!" she said.

He smiled reassuringly. "Why not? I'm your pastor. I know what God expects 
of me ... and of everyone."

"Well, yes ... I guess so." She was glancing about as her wet clothing clung 
to her. "Maybe I could just step behind those bushes."

"I would be really offended if you were to do that," Thad said. "It would be 
like saying you don't trust me."

"Ooooh, Pastor, I do trust you!" the twelve-year-old replied. "It's just 
that I'm kind of bashful." She blushed.

"Of course, darling. But there's really nothing to be bashful about. Your 
body was made by the Lord, and it is beautiful in His sight."

"Well ... "

"Take your little dress off," Thad urged.

The young girl obviously was embarrassed, because she never had revealed 
herself to a man before. But she hadn't been taught to fear or be suspicious 
of men, either, having been brought up in the quite permissive atmosphere of 
her mother's religion.

Though her cheeks turned pink, and she didn't look directly at him, she 
followed his instruction, first unfastening her dress, then drawing it up 
her body and over her head.

Thad caught his breath as he gazed at her slim, childish form which was clad 
in posy-patterned panties and nothing else. She didn't have a training bra, 
because her breasts were only starting to emerge. Her tiny nipples were 
erect and were of a delicate pale-pink hue.

"Hang your dress on that tree-limb, dear," Thad said, his voice acquiring a 
trace of huskiness despite his best efforts. Something else was happening 
despite his best efforts, also: His long, flaccid cock was beginning to 
thicken and firm out, its bald knob pushing against the interior of his 
shorts.

Beth turned in the direction he was pointing, and he gazed at her cute 
little bottom, in the flowered briefs, as she hung her dress over a low 
limb.

"Take off your panties, too," he said.

"Oooh, must I?" she asked, over her shoulder.

"They're wet, aren't they?"

"Yes."

"Then, by all means, take them off."

"All right," young Beth murmured and, continuing to face away from the 
preacher, she bashfully stripped her panties down, exposing her baby-smooth 
bottom.

How trim and firm her little asscheeks were!

Thad's cock mounted higher, so that, by the time she turned to face him, the 
monstrous erection made a tent in the front of his trousers.

The little girl's gaze centered on the amazing protrusion of the pastor's 
pants, and her babyish mouth dropped open.

The same thing happened to him that happens to Timmy sometimes, when Mama 
walks around with her titties bare! she thought. His THING is sticking up! 
But the pastor's thing must be a lot bigger than Timmy's, because his pants 
are standing way out, I wonder why the pee-pees of boys and men get all 
stiff like that. And why did the pastor's pee-pee get stiff from looking at 
ME? I don't have any titties yet-at least, not much of any.

Thad's eyes at that moment were not focused on the little girl's nearly 
non-existent tits, but had centered on the junction of her belly and thighs 
where her hairless mons was divided by a neat, tight slit that curved out of 
sight.

"I ... I must take off my trousers and dry them ... " Thad mumbled, more 
nervous than he had ever been with a female before. But he had never been 
with a female like this sweet, young thing.

He dropped his trousers and, as he hopped from one foot to the other to take 
the pants off, his erection skidded to the gaping fly of his shorts and 
suddenly speared out to stand in naked, eight-inch splendor before the 
awestruck eyes of the little girl.

"Ooooh, Pastor!" she cried. "Your thing is so ... big!"

He smiled as she stared at it, making no move to put it away. In fact, he 
curled his thumb and forefinger as far as they would go around the base of 
his monstrous stalk and waggled the organ to and fro.

"You talk as if you know about things like this," he said.

"Well, I've only seen my brother's," the little girl replied. "And it's a 
lot smaller."

"Of course," Thad said, walking closer. His up-thrust cock, sticking out 
through the fly of his shorts, quivered. "Would you like to touch mine, 
Beth?"

"Ooooh, Pastor, I never touched one!" the pink-cheeked girl exclaimed.

"Then it's time you did. Come on. It won't bite you. Just curl your little 
hand around it."

Beth reached out hesitantly. When her fingers first touched the pastor's 
very stiff erection, she recoiled, as if it was hot.

"What's the matter?" he asked, chuckling tensely.

"It ... it feels funny, like a bone with skin wrapped around it."

"Touch it again. And take hold of it this time."

Beth followed directions, blushing stronger. She looked up into the preacher's 
face as she clutched his immense tool.

"Wowww ... !" she breathed. "It sure is haaaard! How come it gets all hard 
like that?"

"It's a secret. But I'll tell you, Beth, as long as you promise not to tell 
anyone we talked about it or that I showed it to you."

"I promise," she said willingly.

"Well, my cock gets hard because-that's what it's called, incidentally, a 
cock. Say it."

"Cock," the young girl repeated, and the pastor's hard-on twitched in her 
grasp.

"There are other names for it, too-prick, cock and pecker."

Beth giggled. "I've heard Mama call Timmy's thing a pecker sometimes. That's 
a funny name for it! I just call it a pee-pee."

"Well, call mine a cock," Thad instructed.

"All right."

"And what you have is a cunt."

Beth giggled again. "That's funny, too."

"Well, anyway, my cock gets hard and sticks up whenever I see a woman or a 
pretty little girl like you with her clothes off. I can't help it, so you 
see there's nothing bad about it. It's just natural."

"But I still don't understand why," Beth persisted.

"That's where the real secret comes in." Thad began to slowly bump his hips, 
causing his cock to stroke forward and back through the C-shaped curve of 
Beth's little hand. "A man's cock gets hard so that he can push it into a 
woman's body. That's the way people fuck."

"Ooooh, I've heard about fucking!" Beth replied. "I mean, I've heard the 
word, but I didn't know what it meant. How does a man's cock push into a 
woman's body? Where does it go?"

"Through that little slit you've got between your legs," Thad said. "Your 
cunt."

"My, that must hurt!" she exclaimed.

"Just at first. Then it feels very good. I can show you if you like."

"Is it ... all right?" Beth asked innocently.

"Of course. It happens to every girl sooner or later. But we won't do it 
just yet. First, I'd like to have you get to know my cock better. Wouldn't 
you like that?"

"Well, I don't know," she said, slowly taking her hand away from his rod. "I 
feel kind of funny about this. Are you sure it's all right, Pastor?"

"Trust me. Now, Beth, get down on your knees so you can look at my cock 
closely."

"All right." The little girl sank to a kneeling position in front of Thad, 
and his huge erection pointed directly at her face.

"Lean closer," he directed, his voice husking up.

Beth complied, until her sweet, childish face was just an inch or two from 
the large, purplish bulb of his prick.

"I can ... smell it!" she reported.

"But it doesn't smell bad, does it?"

"No. Just funny."

"You'll get to like that. All girls do. Girls like the way a cock tastes, 
also."

"Reeeeeally?"

"Sure. Why don't you see what it's like? Just stick out your tongue and run 
it over the knob of my cock."

"Ooooh, Pastor!"

"Come on, now. If it wasn't a nice thing to do, I wouldn't ask you to do 
 it."

"Well ... "

"Come on, Beth."

She opened her mouth, and her trembly little tongue appeared, glistening and 
pink. She leaned a bit closer, and her tongue touched the bulging head of 
the pastor's erect penis. His organ inadvertently twitched with excitement, 
and the delightful contact was broken quickly.

"Lick it some more!" he husked.

"I ... don't know if I ... like the taste of it," Beth remarked, working her 
mouth.

"You must try again. Get more of the flavor this time. Hold my cock by the 
stem so that it won't bob away from you."

Beth hesitantly took hold of his penis, causing it to throb some more. This 
time when she touched his knob with her tongue, she glided the wet caress 
around the bulge. She licked it again, this time at the tip.

"Mmmm," she said.

Thad smiled. "You like it, don't you?"

"Well, it's not too bad."

Beth held his prick higher and began to lick up and down its sides. Thad 
knotted his fists against the luscious thrills that rolled through him.

"Now put your mouth around the end of my cock!" he exclaimed lustfully. 
"Suck me!"

Beth pursed her lips around the snout of his organ. Looking down at the 
lovely little girl, while she kissed his prick that way, Thad feared for an 
instant that he might shoot immediately. But he gained control of himself 
and pushed forward, ever so gently, causing her lips to spread.

His slow thrust widened her lips more and more until they seemed stretched 
to the maximum. Still the fattest part of his prick hadn't passed through. 
Anxious that the little girl might draw back, he wrapped his hands around 
her head and twisted gently as he rammed forward the final fraction of an 
inch.

His cockhead popped into her hot little mouth, filling it completely, and 
her eyes widened as she gazed up at him. It was at once the sweetest and 
most obscene sight he had ever seen, as his long, thick rod stuck into the 
twelve-year-old girl's face.

"Ghhhawwwngh ... ghawwww ... " she said, and he thought she might be 
gagging. But then she started to suck on his immense penis as she cradled 
its underside with her tongue.

He bent, grasped one of her hands, and carried it into his shorts. She 
blindly explored his balls, then brought them tumbling out.

He began to stroke, slowly and carefully, between her stretched lips, 
guiding her head forward and back at the same time. Her mouth could 
accommodate less than an inch of his shaft along with his huge glans. But 
that provided enough stroking to thrill him to the tips of his toes.

He got very hot very quickly, and he pulled his prick from the child's face.

"Ooooh, wowwww!" she breathed. "That was wild!"

"Get down! Get down! Stretch out!"

"What are you going to do now, Pastor?" Beth asked.

"I'm going to fuck you!" he said.

"Ooooh, Pastor, NOOOOH!" she cried. "Your cock's too big! It'll HUUUURT 
meeee!"

"GET DOWN!"

Thad was beside himself with lust. If he didn't have the sweet, young girl 
he would go berserk.

Frightened but unable to resist him, Beth stretched out as he had demanded, 
and he dropped between her legs, wrenching them so wide apart that she 
gasped, then uttered a little cry.

He stared at her babyish cunt.

Without a hair near it, her slit remained snugly shut. Thad pressed his 
thumbs next to her cunt and stretched the very tight labia open. Their inner 
sides were a pale, delicate pink. Thad bent closer and stuck out his tongue.

"Ooooh, Pastor, what are you going to do to meee?" Beth asked excitedly.

Then she let out a yelp as he replied by placing his tongue between her 
immature cuntlips. She whined and cooed pleasurably as he licked up and down 
her tasty, young slit, causing her hips to bob and her legs to kick, wide 
apart.

She was beginning to moisten some. Thad detected that. It also seemed to him 
that her labia was puffing and flaring a bit. He licked the very small mouth 
of her vagina and knew he would have to go very easy in order to avoid 
hurting her.

He couldn't wait a moment longer.

Raising his head, he took a grip on his monstrous rod and moved closer on 
his knees. He rubbed the spongy head of his cock up and down the girl's 
slit, wiggling her labia.

"Ooooh, Pastor ... wowww ... that feels so funnn-eeeee!"

"It will feel very good," he husked. "Now just relax. Let me do all the 
work."

He began to push his prick against the opening into her childish belly, and 
he watched her eyes widen, then darken with pain. Her features contorted. 
She cried out.

Thad kept pushing, feeling not an iota of mercy, commanded only by the mad 
lust that possessed him. Clutching the upraised thighs of the young girl, as 
if they comprised a wishbone that he was about to snap, he twisted his great 
cock forward ... finally spreading her childish cunt wide and ramming into 
it, ripping her hymen in two.

She shrieked.

Thad didn't let up. He ground his prick deeper into her tightly clasping 
channel, and his cockhead felt like a huge rock in her belly. She writhed, 
trying in vain to get away from his brutal impalement, but he only pushed 
deeper into her until she had at least half his shaft in addition to his 
huge glans.

He pulled back and commenced pumping while the girl cried and bicycled her 
legs in his grasp.

"Ooooh, Pastor ... NOOOOH! Oooh, you're KILLLLL-ING meeee! I don't want to 
do it any more!"

Still, he kept fucking the sweet, innocent child, his eyes wild and his 
black hair falling across his forehead. He bared his teeth and growled like 
an animal.

Beth felt as if she were being split in two by the cruel thrusts of his 
massive phallus. She prayed for the torture to end.

Thad stroked faster. His brain turned light as he neared the delirious point 
of climax. He fucked the twelve-year-old as rapidly as he could make his 
cock go.

Suddenly his tool twitched inside her, and he felt a magnificent burst of 
pleasure as his prick spurted in Beth's tight, young cunt.

"You dirty, lousy son of a bitch!" a woman's voice cried, and he jerked his 
head to the side.

Edna stood there, clicking a camera. It belonged to Harvey. Being on 
vacation, he had been carrying it in the glove compartment of his car. 
Luckily, it was loaded with fresh film.

Enraged, Thad pulled out of the sobbing little girl and leaped toward Edna. 
But she was already on the run, holding her skirt up around her middle so 
that she could take long strides, her rounded buttocks quivering in her silk 
panties.

When she lunged into Harvey's car, Thad, his erect penis waving, was just a 
step behind. She yanked the door as he was about to leap in on top of her. 
But the door wouldn't shut.

Thad howled. He fell back, his face a mask of horror, and Edna saw what had 
happened: She had slammed the door on his cock!

"Oh, my God!" she cried. "I've crippled his pecker!"

Harvey gunned the car.

"You should have seen it!" Edna went on. "It was all mangled and bloody. 
Hell never fuck with that son of a bitch again!"

Harvey gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead.

"Well, I'm not sorry!" Edna continued. "He deserved what he got. And that 
isn't all that's going to happen to him, either! Wait until I turn my 
picture over to the local cops!

"I told you it'd be worthwhile to watch that house where Marcella moved in. 
I knew Thad would show up there. And it was a good thing I waited instead of 
barging right in on them. My idea was to give them a chance to get cozy. I 
didn't figure Thad had his eye on Marcella's little girl all the time. 
Jesus, that poor kid! Maybe I should have broken the thing up before Thad 
popped her cherry, but I couldn't resist the chance to get a good shot."

While she was rattling on, Harvey hadn't said a word. He hadn't even looked 
at her. He was driving like a maniac, his eyes riveted on the road and his 
knuckles white as he clutched the steering wheel.

"Well, you can slow down now," she told him. "Thad's not about to come after 
us, in his condition. Hey! What's wrong with you, anyway?"

"I ... I ... ooooh, I'm ashamed to tell you!" the little man moaned.

Edna sniffed. She thought she had detected a suspicious odor.

"You didn't ... ?" she asked, and her eyes began to twinkle.

"Yes, God damn it!" Harvey groaned. "I shitted my pants!"

Chapter SIXTEEN

Thad went to the local hospital. And from there, he went to jail. His plans 
to open a church in Jasper Junction were destroyed, and his existing 
religious empire began to topple.

Marcella didn't care. She was too concerned for the welfare of her young 
daughter. Rest and attentive mothering cured the child's physical hurt, but 
her psychological wound would take longer to heal.

On top of this problem, Marcella had to think about supporting her family. 
She had ripped up her roots in Centerville. There was no going back. Since 
she didn't have money to travel on, she seemed to be stuck in Jasper 
Junction.

She discussed this with Edna. The two had become friends.

"There's an opportunity in this town for an ambitious female," Edna said, 
"but I don't know if I have the business sense to take advantage of it. Hey, 
you used to run a little business back in Centerville, didn't you?"

"Yes," Marcella replied. "A dry cleaning shop. But this town is so small, I 
don't think it could support one. Anyway, there are mostly farmers around 
here, and they don't wear business suits ... "

"Yeah, mostly farmers with frumpy wives!" Edna said. "And horny young 
farmhands who've got no place to go to get their rocks off!"

"What have you got in mind?" Marcella asked.

"What this town needs is a whorehouse! Think you could run one?"

"Oooh shit, Edna!" Marcella said, and laughed.

"I'm serious. There's a lot of money in that line. Look, I'll help you. I'll 
be one of your girls. But I don't have a business head-just a head for head, 
and things like that." She giggled.

"What a switch!" Marcella mused. "I came to town thinking Thad and I were 
going to open a church. And you want me to end up with a ... a whorehouse?"

"There isn't all that much difference between the two," her friend said 
wryly, "at least, as far as Thad ran his religion. You're fucking the public 
one way or the other."

"I guess you're right. You know, religion used to mean a lot to me, but it 
all vanished one day, like a bubble bursting. I just don't care any more."

"Honey, you never knew real religion. What Thad practiced was phony!"

"I realize that now."

"So, what do you say?" Edna asked brightly. "Are you game to go into the 
girl business?"

"Well, maybe. But what'll we use for money? We'd have to rent a location and 
get it fitted up."

"I've still got old Harvey on the string," Edna said, her eyes twinkling 
wisely.

"You mean, he's not going back to his wife?"

"Are you kidding? After a week with me, he'd never settle for Hazel again! 
And you know something? The old fox is pretty well off."

"Do you think he would lend us enough to get started?" Marcella asked, 
picking up on the idea by that time.

"He will, after I work him over a bit. Ill tell him that after we open up 
shop, he can hang around and be our bouncer." She laughed. "Of course, what 
hell really be is a pimp. He can work the truck stops and the farmers' 
hangouts and send the trade to us."

"You know, you've got some brains in that dizzy red head of yours!"

"And you thought I was good for only one thing!" Edna said, giving the other 
woman a quick kiss.

"Hey, look out or you'll get me hot!"

"That's not a bad idea. But let's lay our plans first."

"Listen, you've just proved to me that you are a businesswoman, after all. 
How come you don't want to run the house, hm?"

"Because I've got to be footloose. I'll hang in with you for a while. But I 
don't want anything tying me down. When I've had enough of this town-and of 
Harvey-I want to be free to split."

"I don't like the sound of that," Marcella said seriously.

"Honey, after you get that house going, and start hiring gorgeous young 
chicks to take care of the customers, you're going to be having eyes for 
them yourself. I got you started on a whole new kick, and it'll take you as 
far as you want to go."

"Hmmmm." Marcella's brown eyes brightened.

"So let's plan, shall we?" Edna asked.

"Right on!" her friend replied ... and winked.

The plans worked out better than either woman had hoped. Not only was Jasper 
Junction a fertile field for sexual exploitation, but the local powers 
seemed to have nothing against it ... so long as Marcella and Edna dispensed 
a few favors to them on the side.

For instance, the mayor was the town's only banker, and he held mortgages on 
most everything in sight. Nobody dared oppose him.

He had a fondness for big asses. For screwing big, soft, bouncy, feminine 
asses. Marcella was made to order for him.

"Ooooh, honey, do you really want to give it to me thaaaat way?" she asked 
on their second bed-date, as he rolled her onto her belly.

"I'd like nothing better!" he replied lustfully as he gazed at her rounded, 
shapely backside.

"Well ... go easy," she murmured, looking at him over her shoulder.

The banker hopped around and knelt behind her, boosting her bottom into the 
air. He was a thick-set man, but still agile ... and, though fifty, he had 
young ideas.

He spread Marcella's buttocks with his hands and watched her asshole 
contract and expand playfully. He chuckled and bowed his head.

It was intensely pleasurable to the liberated woman as she felt his damp 
tongue stroke, then circle in her anal dimple. She relaxed her muscle and 
let his tongue break through her rubbery ring.

It isn't every woman who advances far enough in life to get her asshole 
licked by a banker! she thought whimsically.

But rather than think about it, she preferred just to enjoy the slithery 
sensation as he pumped his tongue in and out of her spasming, warmly 
clasping shit-chute. He was getting her all ready for the sodomistic thrust 
of his horny cock, and the more she thought about it, the better the whole 
idea seemed.

By the time he had gotten his fill of licking and sucking at her ass, she 
was palpitating with fuck-hungry excitement.

"Hurry up!" she smoldered, weaving her big bottom at him.

He moved to her, his gun at the ready, and he nuzzled its muzzle against her 
tingling, wet anal opening. She helped. With a push, he sank several inches 
of hard, throbbing cock up her rear, and Marcella moaned with delight.

"Ooooh, fuck my asshole, baby!" she purred hotly. "Really burn it! Churn up 
all the shit in my bowels!"

"You dirty whore!" the banker said, and began to stroke, gliding his rod in 
and out of the elastically tight brown hole between her buttocks.

Falling forward atop her, the banker reached underneath and plucked at her 
nipples. He rolled her big boobs as he fucked her hot asshole with glee.

"Finger my ... clitty ... !" she whimpered between passionate gasps.

He glided a hand down her belly, found the slit in her curly fur, and teased 
the bump at the top of it until it was sticking out. He rolled it firmly 
with the tip of his finger while he pumped more vigorously in her warm, 
man-pleasing ass.

Glancing in the dresser mirror across the room, he watched his prick spear 
rhythmically into the cleft between her shivering buttocks.

"I haven't gotten a good ass-fuck in this town in years!"

"Well, baby, you've got one now!" Marcella replied. "Oooooo, I feel as if I've 
got a fencepost ramming up my rear!"

He pinched her clit and fucked her asshole faster. His belly slapped noisily 
against her buttocks. Her hips bobbed. She moaned.

"AAAAAHHHHHGH!" he rasped, and his prick twitched in the grip of her anal 
muscle, which rippled around him.

She came, spasming and groaning, as he emptied the product of his overheated 
balls into her rectum.

She knew she could stay in that town as long as she wanted-and she might 
want to stay for a long time, indeed!

Chapter SEVENTEEN

The police chief was a string-bean type who ran a gas station on the side. 
It was that kind of town. Chief Slagg took his orders from the mayor, but 
Marcella and Edna knew they had to keep him happy, as well.

Homer Slagg had an oral fixation, which his wife had steadfastly refused to 
gratify. Edna had no such compunction. In fact, if there was anything she 
enjoyed more than sucking cocks, she hadn't discovered it yet.

Homer had a beauty. It was almost as long as Thad's, before he'd gotten his 
ruined.

Edna had first become interested in him when she had stopped at his station 
one day for a tank of gas and had found the place deserted. Spying a door 
ajar at the side of the building, she had boldly pushed it open without 
bothering to notice the word painted on it: MEN.

Her green eyes widened as she watched Homer hold his long, limber penis 
while it drilled a hard stream of piss into a urinal.

She didn't suck him off right then, of course. But she made a mental note 
about what a well-hung stud he was as she beat a silent retreat, not letting 
him know she had peeped at him.

When she found out later that he was The Law in Jasper Junction, she 
returned to his station with lascivious intent. This time she found him 
greasing a car. After a few minutes of banter, accompanied by the batting of 
her eyes, she led him behind a stack of oil cases and unzipped his pants.

"Holy Christ!" he exclaimed. "What if a customer should come?"

"I'll see if I can't make you come first," Edna said, and dropped to her 
knees.

She didn't waste time licking his cock, but just took the wiggly soft thing 
into her mouth. His stem stiffened between her sucking lips, and his glans 
ballooned against her lapping tongue.

She bobbed her red head as she sucked his lengthy cock, her lips skidding 
silkily around his iron-hard shaft.

"Sweet mother of pearl!" he groaned, and petted her busy head.

A customer drove in. Homer could see the fellow over the oil cartons, and 
the man saw him.

"Hey, you old pirate!" the man, who knew him well, yelled. "Are you gonna 
come out here and give me some service or not?"

"Why don't ... you come back here, Harry ... ?" was Homer's panting reply. 
"Maybe you can get ... some service that you'll like better."

Edna didn't mind.

As Harry moved up next to Homer and eagerly unlimbered his rod, she turned 
to him and licked his cock to rigid hardness. Then she returned to Homer for 
a few gliding sucks. She turned and sucked Harry heatedly until he was 
writhing with joy.

She made the men shove their cocks together, and she mouthed both organs at 
the same time. It was amazing how she could stretch her lips around both 
pulsating prickheads, pumping them to the point of eruption.

But she was afraid that if she took both bursts in her mouth at once, she 
might choke. So she let Harry's pecker ooze out and concentrated on Homer 
with her lips while she jacked the other man off by hand.

At the moment that Homer spurted into her throat, coating her tonsils with 
his rich, tasty cream, Harry blasted into her face. His sperm splashed 
against her cute nose and smooth cheeks, dribbling down while she gulped and 
gurgled.

It was good fun!

After that, Edna wasted no opportunity to keep Homer feeling good, and Harry 
became one of her regular customers at The House. Being something of a 
businesswoman, despite what she had said to Marcella, she didn't believe in 
giving away too many free samples.

Even what she gave to Homer wasn't free. In return, she got all the 
high-test gasoline that she could burn up.

She sucked him at the station or at her place of business, whenever he 
happened by. Once she spied him in a local bar and sneaked into the men's 
room with him, where she sucked him off while sitting on the John. Then she 
held his hose while he pissed.

Was it any wonder that The House wasn't busted?

Marcella tried to shield her kids from the business as much as she could, 
instructing them to remain in the upstairs apartment.

Now that Beth had learned what a pee-pee was for, she was curious to see 
whether Timmy's small one worked like the huge, cunt-stuffing rod that 
Pastor Polk had rammed painfully into her. She had the feeling that her 
brother's little gadget wouldn't cause pain. It might even give her some 
pleasure, she dared to hope.

Timmy was hurting for action, since his mother had been holding him at arm's 
length lately. So when his twin sister made her move, the lad eagerly 
accepted.

They both took their clothes off, and she lay on the bed. He had sprouted a 
few little hairs around the base of his pecker, and his adolescent pride 
stood at rigid attention as Beth eyed it.

"Well, it's kind of small," she said, "but maybe it will be all right."

"What the heck do you want," Timmy retorted, "a big old whang like those 
guys downstairs have got?"

"What do you know about them?" his sister asked.

"Don't worry, I've peeked at what goes on down there! Haven't you?"

Beth giggled. "Sure! Now come here and fuck me!"

Timmy sprang atop his sister. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in 
youthful enthusiasm. Beth loved it when he speared his little hard-on into 
her snug cunt.

"Wow!" he exclaimed as he began to fuck her. "You're sure a lot tighter than 
Mama!"

"What?" Beth cried, staring up at him. "You've fucked Mama!"

He stopped stroking, and looked a bit ashamed. "I guess I shouldn't have 
said that, huh?"

"Ooooooh shit, Timmy, just screw meeeee!" his 12-year-old sister moaned, and 
she wrapped her arms and legs around his lean form.

He hunched rapidly, driving his little cock up and down in her slippery, 
small hole. She flopped her head from side to side.

Oh, yes! she discovered. This IS fun! It feels wonderful!

She pumped rapidly with her twin brother, and they made the bed creak. The 
floorboards of the house creaked, also, and Edna, who was stretched out on 
her bed in the room below,-heard and recognized the sound.

She happened to be alone at the moment and, amazed that there was fucking 
going on upstairs, she raced from her room and up the staircase, her robe 
flapping about her naked thighs. She burst into the children's room and 
caught them going at it.

"Why you little brats!" she exclaimed, shocked.

Timmy turned his head, but he was so caught up in the heat of lust that he 
couldn't stop screwing his sister. In fact, he drove his cock into her all 
the faster and harder until she squealed, cumming ... and he came 
twitchingly right afterwards, giving her only a tiny spurt or two of cream, 
which was all his young balls could muster.

"I don't believe it!" Edna cried, staring at them. "Why, you're not old 
enough!"

"Oh, no?" Timmy challenged cockily as he pulled out of Beth and confronted 
the grown woman, his half-hard prick dripping.

"Oooooooooooh, daaaaaaar-ling ... sweetheart ... feoy-beeeeee!" Edna gushed. 
"What an adorable little cock!"

She dropped to her knees before Timmy and, as her tits jiggled out of her 
robe, she bowed her head and began to lick the tasty juices off the little 
boy's cock. He quickly got hard again. Beth watched goggle-eyed from the bed 
as Edna began pumping her warm, sucking mouth on Timmy's dong.

After watching for a few moments, she hopped from the bed and sank onto her 
knees, next to the redhead. Edna saw her from the corner of her eye, and she 
backed up to let Beth have a go at her brother's dong.

The young girl followed Edna's example perfectly, clasping Timmy's pecker in 
her small, loving mouth. She pumped her dark head furiously, causing her 
brother to writhe.

He reached out and grasped one of Edna's titties. She stood and shoved the 
ripe tit into his mouth. He sucked the woman's rigid nipple as Beth sucked 
his cock.

"Edna, are you up here?" Marcella cried, bursting into the room. `There's a 
customer downstairs asking for youuuuuuuu ... "

"Join the party," was all the redhead could think of to say.

It was a crucial point in the relationship of the two women, and in the 
course of their business, as well. Everything could have been blown 
sky-high. But, as it happened, Marcella gave in to the surge of lust that 
overwhelmed her. Her children hadn't exactly been innocent, so how could she 
blame Edna? And as long as the fun and games were kept in the family, so to 
speak, what harm was done? Actually, her discovery of the kids having fun 
together, and with Edna, assuaged her own smoldering guilt for having 
screwed Timmy.

She hurried over and offered a plump breast to Edna's lips while Timmy kept 
on pleasuring himself with one of the redhead's boobs. Beth continued to bob 
her head, pumping her mouth on her brother's cock.

The foursome gravitated to the bed.

After awhile the floorboards resumed creaking as Marcella drew her young 
daughter to a sitting position on her face and Edna plunged between Marcella's 
thighs. This left the redhead's bottom sticking up in the air-a perfect 
invitation to Timmy.

The lad was momentarily confused, however. He saw not one hole, but two. The 
one with the red, curly hairs around it would be perfect for fucking, he 
realized-but how about the tiny, puckered hole between Edna's buttocks? That 
might be even better for a small cock like his.

He sprang upon the grown woman and speared his little cock between her 
quivery white ass-cheeks.

"OOOOOOOOH!" she bellowed in surprise and momentary pain as she raised her 
face from Marcella's cunt.

But then the pain turned to pleasure as Timmy's slender prick began to pump 
rapidly in her asshole. She wrigglingly returned to licking her girl friend's 
rich-tasting cunt while Timmy had the time of his young life, stroking his 
pecker up and down in her rear.

Beth enjoyed herself also, writhing astride her mother's face while the 
latter used her talented tongue to caress the young girl's hairless cunt and 
pry sensuously into her snug snatch. She tasted the cream which Timmy had 
deposited there and stroked her daughter's clit with fluttery, delightful 
strokes.

Edna slurped greedily into Marcella's twat, rubbing her cheeks against the 
brunette's muff.

Timmy hunched like mad, driving his boyish cock to its full length into Edna's 
rippling ass.

The room pulsated with waves of pleasure as Jasper Junction's first family 
of fun enjoyed one another and let the business go hang.

Beth came, bouncing atop her mother's face. Girlish moisture dribbled into 
Marcella's mouth, and she greedily gulped it down. It was only a trickle 
compared to the gush of womanly goo that spread over Edna's tongue as she 
flogged Marcella's cunt to thrilling orgasm.

Edna achieved her climax as Timmy reached a pumping finale in her tight, 
rippling asshole. The lad spurted more this time. He was growing up.

If the Plummer family suffered from a lack of religion in their lives, they 
gave no sign of it. And if the town suffered from their presence, it gave no 
sign of it, either.

In fact, everyone seemed better off now that they had gotten rid of Pastor 
Polk and his Church of Holy and Mysterious Revelation.

Perhaps the Lord's will had been done after all.

The End




 

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