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BB-6565 Deep Crotch Mother By Curt Aldrich

The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her
son's prick heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her clit and
between her slippery cuntlips.  Dear God! She knew it was a sin.
She knew it. But she couldn't stop playing with her son's dear,
sweet body while her crotch cried out for satisfaction.

Chapter ONE

"Mommy, can you figure out what's wrong with it?" twelve-year-old
Timmy asked as his mother bent over the fender of their ancient
Ford and stared at the engine.

"Quiet!" said the lad's twin sister, Beth. "Let Mama think."

Marcella, hearing the approach of a vehicle along the
back-country road, bent a bit farther and elevated her hips. The
breeze, which had been gusting across the prairie, dipped
underneath her light skirt and billowed it up above her bottom.

The approaching driver got a sudden, unexpected view of her
generous buttocks, which packed and expanded the filmy fabric of
her pastel panties. Her thighs gleamed, pale and smooth, above
gartered stockings.  Rubber screeched.

Marcella waggled her bottom, causing her buttocks to wobble in
her panties. The pink nylon shimmered in the late-afternoon
sunlight. The crotch seam of her briefs pressed against the lush
softness of her ass.

Finally she pushed her skirt down and turned to face the farmer
in his rattletrap truck which had come to a skidding stop beside
her. His gray eyes glinted and a grin came to his weathered face
as he gazed at the pretty woman in her late twenties. She wore no
makeup except for a touch of lipstick, and she had a fresh and
wholesome quality that contrasted with her voluptuous figure. The
breeze stirred her auburn hair against a cheek as she smiled
almost bashfully.

"I seem to have some car trouble," she said in a sweet voice. "I
wonder ... "

The middle-aged farmer licked his thin lips. "Want me to take a
look at it? I'm pretty good with engines."

"Oh, would you? I'd be ever so grateful!"

"Sure. Just let me pull off the road."

He guided his truck to a stop on the shoulder in front of the
stalled car, and he walked back, a lanky figure in bib overalls.

"It just stopped," Marcella said, and gave a little shrug. The
large bulbs which filled her blouse shifted in a liquid way,
making it abundantly clear that she wore no bra. Her plump
nipples imprinted themselves on the plain white fabric.

"Let's see now ... " the farmer said, and bent to look at the
engine.

Standing next to him, Marcella bent forward also. His sneaky
side-glance took in the tumbling beauty of her breasts. She
wriggled slightly, causing her tittyflesh to tremble.

The farmer cleared his throat. A quick look told him that the
woman's kids were playing at the rear of the car and that there
was no traffic approaching on the road. He reached up underneath
her skirt and grabbed a handful of her panty-sheathed bottom.

She acted as if nothing had happened, except that there was a
slight catch to her voice as she asked hoarsely, "Can you tell
... what's wrong?"

Standing at her right side, he squeezed her left buttock, his
fingers extended along its quivery flank as his thumb pressed the
fabric of her panties into the crack of her ass. Marcella
squirmed more, making her fleshy mound vibrate in his grasp.

With his other hand he pretended to tinker with the engine. But
his heart wasn't in it. The fifty-five-year-old farmer had an
iron-hard erection, such as he hadn't enjoyed in years.

"Can't quite figger what's wrong," he said huskily as he fiddled
with the carburetor.

The tips of his fingers curled around the left leg elastic of the
woman's flimsy briefs, and he stretched the elastic toward him,
at the same time gliding his hand inside her panties. He felt her
soft and springy bottom, then let his fingers glide below her
plump buttocks and into her hairy crotch. Her cunt lips were
moist and pliant.

Still she acted as if he wasn't doing anything to her, except
that she was breathing hard and continuing to squirm.

A sound told of an approaching automobile. The farmer dragged his
cunt-moistened middle finger a short distance up the narrow, deep
crevice between the woman's satiny buttocks, and he centered on
the intriguing crinkled dimple that he felt there. The car came
closer. Too involved in lust by that time to give up his
lascivious plan or even to delay it until the car had passed, the
rural lecher twisted his slippery finger at the woman's forbidden
aperture and ... pop! Up her hot, tight asshole his impetuous
probe glided.

"Ooooooo ... !" Marcella moaned, and she bumped her bottom
against his plunging finger, causing it to sink even deeper into
her ass.

The earful of teenagers who were approaching saw the couple bent
forward across the fender of the stalled car. The two boys and
their Saturday afternoon dates were curious and looked closely.
Though they approached the stalled car at forty miles an hour and
quickly swept by, the glimpse that they got of the man in
overalls and the youngish, well-built woman was frozen in their
minds and memories like a snapshot:

Her skirt hiked by the man's arm ... her pink panties askew, his
hand inside them ... his finger between her buttocks, the panties
having been stretched sideways enough to reveal the finger
sinking in as it twisted, going right up the lady's ass!

Not far down the road, the teenagers pulled off into a grove of
scrubby trees and made out, all four in the car together.

Meanwhile, back at the side of the highway, Marcella twisted her
ass while the farmer's finger corkscrewed in her delightfully
tight, elastic orifice. Her rubber ring clutched his finger and
rippled across his knuckles as he pumped in and out.

"Hellfire!" he finally said, and pulled his finger from her
asshole with a sucking pop. He let her panties snap back into
place, and her skirt fell to cover them. "I can't fix this
blinkin' car of yours, but I'll drive you into town."

"Thank you ... very much!" Marcella panted. Her face was flushed.

"Ride in the cab with me and let the kids get in the back of the
truck," he said, and hurried to his vehicle, keeping his front
turned away from her and the children so that they wouldn't see
the tent in his overalls.

He scrambled behind the steering wheel and, while waiting for
Marcella to join him, grasped himself through the loose-fitting
garment and happily stroked his vibrant bone, which made him feel
like a youth again. He stopped stroking, but still had a splendid
hard-on when the woman climbed into the cab.

He nervously put the truck into motion and gave her a
tobacco-stained grin. "You ain't from around these parts, are
you?" he asked.

"No. My children and I have been on the road, searching for a
sign from the Lord."

The farmer did a double take.

"I now believe I have the sign," Marcella added with a smile that
seemed to emanate from her deepest being. "What's the name of the
town just ahead?"

"Jasper Junction. Ain't much of a town, though."

"That's all right. It's where the Lord wants me to settle.
Otherwise He wouldn't have stopped my car."

"Funny, I didn't figger you for a religious woman," the farmer
said, and squirmed uncomfortably. His hard-on persisted.

"Religion is my whole life, Mister uuh ... "

"Floyd Wilcox."

"I'm Marcella Plummer, first deaconness of the Church of Holy and
Mysterious Revelation. Our founder and pastor, Thaddeus Polk,
sent me out in search of a site for a new congregation. He will
be happy to know that the Lord has pointed one out to me. Aren't
you happy also, Mr. Wilcox?" she exclaimed, and gripped his thigh
through his overalls.

He glanced quickly at her.

She maintained her grip, even inching it up his thigh a little,
yet she still appeared perfectly innocent as she smiled in her
childlike way and continued prattling about her religion.

His obvious confusion didn't keep Floyd from taking advantage of
what seemed like an invitation to have more fun with her. He
slipped his right hand between her legs.

"Yes, Lord!" Marcella exclaimed, shutting her eyes as she
wriggled.

So excited that he could scarcely keep his truck on a straight
course, the farmer felt his way up her stockings until he reached
her smooth, warm thighs above the gartered tops of her hose. She
gradually spread her legs wider apart, to grant him greater
access.

Floyd's pecker stuck straight up in his overalls as he petted the
pretty woman's cunt through her sleek silken pants.

"My children and I badly need a place to stay until our leader
gets here and makes arrangements for us," she said. "Do you
suppose that you and your wife ... that is, if you're married,
could see your way clear ... to take us in?" She was panting
heatedly by that time as she wriggled against the farmer's
intimate caress.

"Hellfire!" Floyd said again, and stretched the left elastic of
her panties once more, this time away from her cunt.

"Oooh, nooo-not hellfire!" she passionately corrected. "It is the
power of the Lord!"

Amazed by what he was hearing, but even more impressed by what he
felt, Floyd tickled her hairy cuntlips with his middle finger.

"Yessss!" she hissed hotly, and threw her hips forward with a
corkscrew twist.

The farmer's finger was entrapped-not as tightly as the finger of
his other hand had been, but tightly enough, as it sank deeply
into her moist, warm snatch.

Marcella bounced her bottom on the truck seat while he stroked
his upward-curling finger in and out of her slippery channel,
across the throbbing tip of her clit. From the corner of his
eyes, he looked down and watched the bobbing of the large, creamy
swells inside the neckline of her cotton blouse.

"Will you ... take me in ... Mr. Wilcox?" she asked gaspingly.

"I don't know ... " he said, breathing hard. "Ain't got much
room."

Marcella's hand moved to his lap and unzipped his overalls. Floyd
fought to keep the truck on the road as she pulled his erect,
heavily veined penis out of his pants and began to stroke the
throbbing column in the curve of her thumb and fingers.

Her hand felt delightful as it glided slowly up and down on his
cock. She gripped his shaft just hard enough, and his leathery
foreskin unrolled and rolled back again across the ridge and
bulbous swell of his corona. Each pumping, clasping stroke of her
loving hand gave him added pleasure, jacking him toward heights
of passion which he hadn't reached with his frumpy wife in years.

The plunging of his curled finger up into her crevice increased
in tempo, and she got slicker with every stroke until it felt to
him as if he were sticking his finger into a slushy, overripe
fruit which had been warmed by the sun. Her passionate writhing
had worked her skirt high on her lap, and he stole glances at her
lush thighs which were half-clad in sheer stockings. Her pale
skin was marvelously enticing above the brown, expanded
stockingtops. White garter straps pressed against her flesh. The
leg elastic of her pink panties bit into the back of his wrist as
his hand rapidly churned, hidden from view, obscenely stretching
her silk briefs as his finger plunged up and down inside her.

Just as stimulating to the middle-aged farmer was the sight of
his own prick standing proudly in the circle of the woman's
pumping hand. His veins throbbed with vitality which recalled his
youth, and his cockhead swelled like a ripe tomato.

"Uuuuh!" he rasped. "Yeah! Keep doing it!" he begged, fearing she
would stop just before he reached the payoff.

But Marcella didn't stop. Her pumping of his prick grew even
faster and more fervent, in time with his diddling of her flooded
twat.

She squirmed frantically, finally crying out, "Ooooh, Jesus!" and
her cunt seemed to gulp at the farmer's finger.

Floyd's cock, straining mightily, twitched in her tenacious
grasp. His bulbous knob pulsated, sending a geyser of thick,
whitish sperm spurting up past the steering column and all over
the dashboard of the truck. Floyd's garishly swollen cockhead
ballooned visibly again and again, spitting out the product of
his over-stimulated balls.

He groaned, his hands jerking as they gripped the wheel, and the
truck snaked back and forth across the white line of the highway.
Fortunately there was no other traffic.

"Goddamn!" Floyd said, still obviously finding it difficult to
believe what had happened to him out of a clear sky on that lazy
summer afternoon.

"You must not take the Lord's name in vain," Marcella cautioned
in full sincerity as she stuffed the farmer's softening sex organ
back into his clothes. "God is good. He reveals to us what we
should do and guides us in the completion of our work."

Floyd quickly zipped his fly and stared at her. "Did you mean it
about wantin' to move in with my wife and me?"

"Oh, I certainly did!"

"Okay. Sarah might have a fit, but I reckon I can handle her. But
I gotta warn you, we ain't got a very big house. It's gonna be
crowded."

"My children and I can sleep in the same bed," Marcella replied.

"Huh? Why, they's nearly teenaged, ain't they?"

"They're twin twelve-year-olds," Marcella said proudly.

"Well, ain't that a little old for a boy and girl to be bunkin'
together? Or for a boy to be bunkin' with his mama?"

"Mr. Wilcox, my children and I are pure in the sight of the
Lord."

"Yeah. Well, what do you figger the Lord would think about what
you and me just did?"

"Why, He wanted us to do that!"

Floyd blinked. "How do you know?"

"Because He told me so. I am in constant communication with Him."

"Hellfire ... " the farmer muttered to himself in consternation.

Chapter TWO

"So you see how the Lord constantly takes care of us?" Marcella
said to her children as she walked nearly naked across the guest
room that they occupied in the Wilcox farmhouse. "We had no
money, and no place to go, but the Lord directed this nice man to
take us in."

Timmy and Beth were already snuggled into bed, and they gazed at
their mother who strutted before them in her stockings, garters,
and pink pants. The lad's small cock was stiff as he stared at
his mother's bare titties. Perfect plump orbs they were, bulging
with bouncy firmness, their rosy nipples cocked.

Timmy wriggled beneath the covers, and his sister gave him an
inquisitive look. That funny thing, which she had noticed a few
times, was happening to him again, she suspected. It seemed to
happen when he looked at his mother, or at her, without their
clothes on.

Beth wondered what it was all about when her twin brother's
pee-pee stuck straight up against his belly, exposing the small
sac that hung at its base. She wondered what was in that sac and
why boys needed such a thing. Of course, Timmy's pee-pee was to
pee with, but she couldn't figure out why it sometimes stood up,
stiff as a stick. Their mother always noticed when it did that,
too, and she made little remarks about the Lord's power and
patted Timmy on the head.

Mama certainly has a big behind! young Beth thought as she
watched her mother standing before the dresser mirror, wiping off
the small amount of lipstick that she wore.

Marcella's ass, while undeniably large, was nonetheless firm and
shapely. Her panties were stretched to near bursting, the pink
nylon drawn taut and thin around her lush buttocks. The lower
portions of the pale hemispheres had escaped from her panty
elastics.

Her thighs, above her stockings, were wide, promising a warm
saddle for a man to sink into. But her children didn't think
anything about that, because they didn't know about such things.
Never having gone to public school or had any friends of their
own age, because they were constantly with their mother and had
spent their entire lives moving from place to place, they knew
only what she had taught them.

She turned to face them, stretched the waist elastic of her
panties, and stripped the pink silken undergarment down, exposing
her dark-brown, glossy muff.

Beth studied it with interest. Her mother had explained, in
response to her question some time ago, that Beth herself would
have hair down there when she got older. But she didn't know if
she really wanted to have any or not. It seemed kind of strange.
Her mother had said that Timmy would have hair around his
pee-pee, too.

Marcella bent forward, letting her breasts swoop and hang down
while she ungartered her stockings. Beth knew, from the
commercials on television and ads in the paper, that most women
wore something called "pantyhose", which came all the way up
their legs and around their hips, in one piece. She had asked her
mother why she didn't wear pantyhose, and the answer had been the
same as her mother's answer to many other things: Because the
Lord wouldn't like it.

Beth couldn't quite figure out why the Lord cared what a woman
wore underneath her skirt. But it seemed that He cared about lots
of things-and what He wanted was what Beth's mother did.

Young Timmy had his own thoughts as he watched his pretty mama,
bent forward, unfastening the garters from her stockings. As she
turned slightly to reach the different snaps, and as she moved
her arms, her dangling, full breasts quivered. That made Timmy
think about what a thrill it was when she lay in bed beside him
and pressed those soft, smooth things against his face.

Sucking his mama's titties gave him more pleasure than anything
else in the world.

Marcella peeled her stockings down and off, hopping from one foot
to the other, her breasts bouncing. Then she took her garter belt
away.

She turned off the lamp, opened the window drapes to let some
fresh air and moonlight into the room, and walked to the bed. She
climbed in next to Timmy, as always, so that the lad was
sandwiched between her and his twin sister.

The three of them had to lie very close to one another, since the
bed had been designed for only two persons. Timmy faced his
mother, who faced him, and Beth cuddled up to her brother's back.

"Isn't it wonderful," Marcella said, "to have a nice soft bed to
lie down in? We must thank the Lord for providing it."

They never went through the ritual of kneeling to pray before
they went to bed, because their religion taught that they should
constantly express their gratitude for God's blessing, no matter
where they were or what they were doing. And they should never
ask for things. The Lord would guide and provide in His own way,
and they had only to read the signs He gave them.

Timmy was grateful at that moment for the warm, soft breasts
which were pressed against him. His childish hand took hold of
one of the satiny masses and pulled its jutting rosy tip to his
lips.

"Yes, darling ... " Marcella purred, petting her son's head.
"Suck Mama's titty like a nice boy."

His moist mouth surrounded his mother's plump nipple and drew at
it. He got no tangible sustenance, of course, but he enjoyed
sucking on it just the same. Marcella squirmed, vibrating her
breastflesh against his lips, obviously enjoying it, also.

Looking over her brother's shoulder, Beth watched what he was
doing, and she asked, as she had asked before, "Why can't I suck
your titties, Mama?"

She got the same answer as always: "Because the Lord doesn't like
big girls to do that."

This was something else that Beth didn't understand. If it was
good for a boy to suck his mama's titties, why wasn't it all
right for a girl?

Marcella drew her moist nipple from Timmy's eager mouth and
stuffed her dry one in. She shut her eyes and squirmed
voluptuously.

Her hand stole down underneath the bedclothes and found her young
son's cock, which was sticking out the front of his jammies. How
stiff his little pecker was! It stuck up much higher than a man's
.

Timmy sucked all the harder at his mother's big, rubbery nipple
as she rolled his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his
cock. He loved it when she did that.

Marcella worked her other hand between her own wide thighs, and
she glided her middle finger between the already-lathered lips of
her cunt. The sawed her finger in and out, across the throbbing
tip of her clitty, while her son sucked and pawed at her breasts
with unashamed ardor.

Beth rolled over and faced the other way, tired of watching her
mother and brother having fun with each other while she was left
out in the cold. She couldn't help feeling resentful. She felt
kind of funny down between her legs, also.

But, being tired, and it wasn't long before she dropped off to
sleep.

Her mother and brother didn't notice. They were too engrossed
with each other, she slowly rolling and unrolling his snugly
elastic foreskin along his stubby, slender stalk while he sucked
at her breasts as if he were an infant once again. He champed
noisily, tugging at and stretching first one of her plump,
lengthy nipples and then the other. His eyes were shut in
rapture.

Marcella lazily pumped two fingers in and out of her lathered
cunt, not wanting to rush to a climax but striving to keep the
good sensations going.

She murmured to her son, "What a beautiful, loving boy you are!
You like to suck Mama's titties, don't you? And Mama likes it,
too. It's what you are supposed to do, darling. It's part of the
Lord's plan.

"Mmmmmm! Your little cock seems to be getting bigger every day.
Soon it'll start getting hair around it, and then Mama won't be
able to pet you like this any more. It wouldn't be right."

"Oooooh, Mama, never stop playing with my pecker!" Timmy begged
as he pulled his mouth from the big rosy nipple he'd been
sucking. He stared at the wetly gleaming stem of champable,
suckable flesh, with the hairline slit at the end of it. The stem
was surrounded by a firm and pebbly disk as rosy as the jutting
part of the nipple.

"When you get a little older," Marcella purred, `You'll find a
loving girl who will play with your pecker for you. She'll let
you put it into her body, too, and pump it in and out until
something really wonderful happens. But you're too young for that
now, and you could never do it with your Mama, anyway, because it
would be a sin."

Timmy didn't argue. He accepted his mother's word about
everything. And he was happy just to cap his eager mouth around
her nipple once again and resume sucking her firm,
pleasure-giving titty while she stroked his cock.

Since he was incapable of climax, his rapture spread throughout
his body, gradually drugging his nervous system until he was
lulled into sleep.

Marcella's throbbing nipple slipped from his mouth, and his head
sank between the warm, soft pillows of her breasts. His cock
remained rigid, however, as she continued to hold and stroke it.

When she was certain that he was soundly asleep, and that his
sister was asleep, also, Marcella lay back the covers and glided
downward along his slim, young form. She gazed close-up at his
redheaded little rod, illuminated by the moonlight coming through
the window, and her mouth watered.

I hope this will give you sweet dreams, darling! she thought, and
stuck out her rosy, glistening tongue.

She licked the rounded head of her son's up-thrust penis,
delighting in the taste of it. Her fingers speed up their
stroking in her cunt.

Her lips softly brushed the tip of his twelve-year-old pecker,
then widened and took the exquisite little knob between them. Her
warm saliva bathed her son's cockhead, which pressed her velvety
tongue. She tightened the circle of her loving lips around the
rigid shank of her organ ... and she began to suck.

Her mind went into a giddy swoon, helped by the now-rapid
frigging of her fingers in and out of her twat. She began to bob
her head, taking the lad's entire erection into her mouth with
every lunge. She sucked his delicious cock and swallowed
frequently.

The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her
son's prick heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her clit and
between her slippery cuntlips until she was at the very verge of
climax.

Then she jerked her mouth away from the child's penis, letting it
slap against his pajama-clad tummy, and she turned quickly onto
her back to take the hot orgasm which exploded in her body. She
moaned and writhed as the tentacles of fire reached along her
churning legs and up to her brain, giving her intense
satisfaction. And it was all right, she believed, because she was
not climaxing with her son, but alone. The Lord had told her this
was permissible, and she always accepted His word.

She immediately lapsed into a deep sleep ...

Chapter THREE

Marcella arose when the first light of morning flooded into the
room. Her children were still sound asleep, and she shut the
drape on the window so that the light wouldn't disturb them.
Wrapping a robe around her nakedness, she went to the bathroom
across the hall and relieved herself. Then she brushed her teeth
and combed her auburn hair, which tumbled in glistening waves
around her shoulders.

Floyd and his wife were having breakfast when she walked to the
kitchen.

"Hmph!" was all the plump, dowdy, gray-haired woman said in
response to Marcella's cheery greeting, and she got up from the
table to march out of the room.

"I guess your wife resents my being here," Marcella observed
sadly to the farmer, who was stuffing eggs and fried potatoes
into his mouth.

"Don't pay no mind to her," he replied, and wiped his lips on a
napkin as he stared at the enticing swells in the front of
Marcella's robe.

"Well, I would feel better about everything if she liked me."

"You just concentrate on makin' me like you, honey," Floyd said,
and reached for her.

His arm looped around her middle and he drew her close to his
chair. His bony fingers parted the edges of her robe, spilling
out her lush, rosy-nip-pled breasts.

She had to hold onto the temporary home which the Lord had
provided for herself and her children. That was part of His plan.
And so she let the farmer clutch and lift one of her large,
squidgy tits, directing its nipple to his lips.

He groaned and fastened his hungry mouth around her inviting
spigot. He sucked much more strongly than Timmy had done.

"Unnnnnnh ... " Marcella breathed, annoyed because the farmer was
so demanding but she couldn't help enjoying the feel of his
tugging lips and lapping tongue.

His hand rolled her other breast and roughly bounced it up and
down.

"Mr. Wilcox, it's ... uh ... early in the morning!" she said
plaintively.

"I woke up with a hard-on!" he panted after pulling his mouth
from her breast. "I couldn't think about nothin' else but you!"

He pulled Marcella's robe open all the way down, and he stared at
her auburn muff. Groaning again, he bowed his shaggy gray head,
driving his face into the abundant hairy triangle at the base of
her belly.

Marcella thought about his wife, who had gone back to the bedroom
but might return at any moment. However, if the Lord required
that Marcella submit to the woman's husband, in order to have a
place for herself and her children to stay, she was prepared to
do so. Sometimes adultery was permitted, the leader of her church
had taught her, and this seemed to be one of the times when the
Lord was telling her it was all right.

She spread her legs and squatted slightly, making her warm,
soft-lipped cunt accessible to Floyd's demanding mouth. He
plunged his tongue into the meaty feast she offered, obviously
preferring it to the eggs and bacon on his plate.

"Ooooooh!" Marcella breathed heavily, and worked her hips in a
circle while still squatting. Floyd's tongue reamed her elastic
orifice and drew into his mouth the highly flavorful produce of
several days' sexual stimulation.

The middle-aged farmer got carried away, and he clutched the
plump cheeks of Marcella's ass, his hands underneath her robe. He
yanked hard on her spongy pillows and squeezed them, crushing her
plushy, moist snatch against his mouth. He shamelessly sucked and
tongued her tangy-tasting cunt.

Marcella began bumping uncontrollably, her bare knockers bobbling
up and down. She panted. Her spread-legged, bent-kneed pose was
getting uncomfortable, and she wished that Floyd would sit her on
the table.

But either he didn't think of that or he didn't want to interrupt
his eating for even a moment. Marcella settled more and more into
his hands as he held the cheeks of her ass. His fingertips were
between the spread, satiny mounds, tickling very close to her
anus. Marcella thought of how he had stuck a finger right up her
asshole while they were out on the road, and she kind of wished
he would do that again. But in the meantime, his tongue in her
cunny felt very good.

(The Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at
His direction.)

Floyd rotated his hoary head, his hair tickling the inner
surfaces of her smooth thighs. But she hardly noticed that,
because of the wild things his tongue was doing in her cunt. No
man had ever eaten her quite so well or so thoroughly or had
seemed to enjoy the feast quite so much.

Just when she thought Floyd was through plunging his tongue
deeply into her snatch and slurping the rich juices out, because
he had withdrawn his tongue and was wiggling it through the lippy
folds that surrounded her fuckhole, he drove it back up her
channel, causing her to yelp with joy. Then out he went once more
to lick through the curly hairs that covered her large lovelips.
He found her stiff, tingling clitty and poked his tongue
flutteringly at that. Again Marcella squealed. Now he sank his
oral probe up her steamy twat once more.

"Ooooooh ... God in HEAV-eeennnn!" she panted, clutching Floyd by
the head. "What are you doooooo-ing to meeee?!"

She bumped her cunt fuckingly against the man's face until she
felt that if he didn't let her set her ass on something solid she
would collapse. Floyd didn't, and she did. Her big bottom slipped
from his hands and landed on the linoleum floor with a smack!

"Hellfire!" he cried, and leaped to his feet, overturning his
chair.

Marcella stared at the high-standing peak in his overalls, which
was right in front of her eyes. Her brain went into a dizzy
swirl. She wanted to free the farmer's long, stiff love maker,
which she had masturbated to a spurting climax yesterday-but she
didn't like the idea of having the thing rammed into her mouth,
which was what she was afraid he might do, considering the
position she was in.

Sucking her son's little cockie was pleasurable, because it had a
nice, delicate taste and wasn't big enough to hurt her throat.
But the large, thrusting bones of grown men tasted much stronger,
she had learned, and she got scared sometimes when they stuck
them into her mouth. Also, she did have some pride, and the Lord
had never come right out and told her that she had to suck cock!

Her hesitation obviously frustrated Floyd, and he clawed at his
fly, ripping down the zipper.

"No!" she cried, and tried to struggle to her feet, her titties
shaking.

But Floyd pushed on the top of her head with one hand while he
liberated his love tool with the other, and his eight-inch rod
leaped out to stand quiveringly in front of her face. He clutched
the blue-veined shaft and rolled back his foreskin, causing his
lurid cock-knob to bulge while giving off a raunchy aroma.

Marcella's eyes rolled. Her mouth went slack. She knew she was
going to get fucked in the mouth whether she wanted it or not.

But Floyd didn't push his prick right between her sensuous lips
and start humping as she had feared he would do. First he played
another little game:

Holding Marcella by the top of her head, with his fingers spread
wide apart, he squinched her down to provide a better alignment.
Then, gripping his tallywhacker in his other hand, he slapped the
bulb-ended truncheon back and forth across her face, literally
clubbing her with the wild-smelling thing.

She bleated in humiliation as his cock struck her cheeks and
rubbed across her face, right underneath her flared nostrils.
Gusts of cock-scent rose steamily up her nose, making her brain
giddier than ever.

"Aaaaaaw ... nooooh ... yessss ... oooh, give it to me!" she
panted.

Floyd pushed down on his springy rod and shoved it at her mouth.
By then she was ready, and she spread her lips into a wide, juicy
O. When the farmer sank his raunchy cock deep into her mouth, she
glugged. Her lips tightened around his hard column, and her
tongue made a velvet cradle for his cockhead as her throat flared
open. Her eyes were shut. Her entire body throbbed.

Floyd began to fuck his cock slowly in and out of the
church-woman's pretty face, and she responded by sucking heatedly
on his randy-flavored bone. She gulped down a mixture of her own
saliva and his sex-juice.

Just then Floyd's frumpy wife appeared in the kitchen door.
"Well, I never ... !" she exclaimed, staring at the obscene
sight.

"I know it, you prudish old hen!" her husband rasped. "Whenever I
wanted this kind of love, I had to buy it. But I'm gettin' it for
free now, and it's goddamn good!"

He drove his hips, plunging his prick more deeply into Marcella's
mouth ... and into her clasping throat, as well! She shifted her
eyes sideways to look at the farmer's wife, then shut them in
shame. If the Lord was with her at that moment, she didn't hear
His voice or feel His presence. All she felt was the big,
bulb-ended pecker that rammed into her throat and held her lips
wide apart as its veined, ridgy hardness stroked steadily between
them ... tickling and teasing her ... turning her on, against her
will.

She sucked gulpingly on the farmer's cock, her cheeks flushed,
her eyes remaining shut. She hunched against his rhythmic but not
vicious plunges, and she found that her throat could accommodate
his cockhead quite well.

Sarah watched for several shocked moments, through eyes that were
wide open, then she turned and rushed back to the bedroom,
sobbing in self-pity over the way her husband of thirty years was
"defiling" their home.

He seemed unconcerned about her attitude, concentrating on the
pleasure which Marcella lavished on his prick.

"Lick it now!" he told her and pulled his gleaming plunger from
her mouth with a lurid popping sound. It was jammed straight up
in front of her face as he yanked her close to him, her moist
lips smacking the underside of his shaft near the base. He
reached into his overalls and brought his hairy balls tumbling
out against her chin.

By that time she was as sensuously involved as he, and of her own
accord she began to lick his velvety, big brown nuts, picking up
a sharp tang of perspiration. He shoved down not too roughly on
the top of her head, and her tongue dipped beneath his dangling
gonads. As she ricked him down there, his balls straddled her
nose.

Breathing in the super-raunchy aroma of his sweaty crotch had the
strange effect of turning her on all the stronger, and she opened
her wet mouth to take in a testicle. As she let his throbby nut
soak in her mouth, she rolled her eyes upward to study in
response.

The farmer had his eyes closed, and his mouth was agape. His
upthrust prick waggled like a semaphore across her forehead.

Marcella spit out his nut, licked his velvety sac some more,
plastering down some of the wispy hairs that curled around it,
then warmly swabbed her tongue up the underside of his cock until
she reached the plump, flavorful head. She licked around the
groove behind his cock's ridgy collar, then covered the plumlike
knob, thoroughly re-coating it with her wet, gleaming saliva. Her
darting tongue took up some clear honey that oozed from the slit
at the tip of his organ.

"Aaaaahhhhhngh!" she said, clasping his plump peckerhead in her
hot mouth to suck some more.

She bobbed forward and back, entirely of her own accord, eagerly
fellating him.

"Aaaaw, hellfire ... !" Floyd croaked. "I've gotta fuck you!"
Yes! Oh, yes! she thought. Please fuck me! Fuck me good! I
haven't had a real good fucking in a long time, and I need
it-even from an old codger like you! PRAISE THE LORD!

She let his big prick snap free, and it swayed to and fro as he
grasped her underneath the arms and lifted. Her head lolled, like
that of a Raggedy Ann, and her legs felt rubbery when she put her
weight on them.

Floyd stripped the open robe off her arms, her lush breasts
bobbling, and he shoved her backward onto the kitchen table. She
sat in the middle of his breakfast, his eggs and potatoes
squishing into the crack of her ass.

The plate had tipped, but fortunately it didn't break under her
weight, and she reached behind her to yank it free and slide it
across the table.

Floyd pulled her legs wide apart and jerked them forward a
little, so that her buttocks were perched on the edge of the
table. This puckered her cunt, and there it was, staring at him-a
wet rosy hole surrounded by a thick fringe of dark hair. He
grasped his cock and moved up to her, into the fleshy V of her
thighs.

His bulbous cockhead socked into the circle of her cuntmouth,
spreading it, and Marcella moaned. Her cuntflesh crept claspingly
forward to embrace the fullness of his knob.

"Uuuuh!" she said as the rim of her vaginal mouth settled into
the groove behind his glans, and his bulb throbbed inside her.

"Ooooooohh!" she breathed heatedly as he shoved his cock deeper,
sinking it inch-by-inch into her fervid flesh until her vagina
claimed his horny length and she was plugged from clitoris to
womb!

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... " she panted, half under her
breath, sounding not at all like a church-woman.

But as Floyd began to stroke his thick, long cock in and out of
her, the Divine voice seemed to speak and tell her it was all
right. It was the Lord's power moving in her, she convinced
herself.

She raised her legs at either side of the skinny, middle-aged
farmer, bending them so that her bare feet swayed forward and
back as she hunched heatedly. She clutched Floyd around his
scrawny neck, because he wasn't supporting her back. Instead, his
hands were full of her boobies, squeezing and rolling the
resilient masses of smooth, nipple-studded titflesh.

He stroked forward and back, steadily and long, gliding his
cockhead from her cunt's mouth to the deepest part of her vagina.
His jolts shook her titties in his hands. His hard shaft rubbed
her clit-tip exactly right.

"Ooooh Goddd ... oooh, glory!" she said fucking fervently with
him.

He thumbed her bristling nipples, making them tingle wildly as
they snapped free. They swelled so ruddy full of warm blood that
they looked and felt as if they were about to burst.

The farmer kept pumping his lengthy hard-on in and out of her
cunt, still moving deliberately so that the strokes stropped her
hot clit to a fare-thee-well, while not giving her the rapid
stimulation she would need in order to get her rocks off. She
moaned and wriggled, kicking her legs. Her ass felt sticky from
the eggs and potatoes, which by that time had been ground into a
mush.

"Oooooh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck me, you old fool!" she
cried, and the farmer loved it.

She lasciviously imagined his wife listening from down the hall.

Floyd's big prick felt better and better, ramming deep into her
wet vagina, its ridge and veins rippling her clasping cuntflesh.
She hooked her legs behind him so that she could hold on with
them as well as with her arms about his neck, and this let her
bounce her fleshy asscheeks right on the table's edge, without
fear of falling.

The man had magnificent endurance, something she had discovered
with other older men, and she luxuriated in his ramming thrusts
of passion. She hoped the luscious fucking would last all day.

But Floyd wasn't that good a stud. He was already nearing the
point where he would have to go for his payoff.

Thinking about what had happened yesterday, he wanted something
more before he finished with this woman-something really rare and
thrilling. He didn't know if he would have another chance with
the buxom female or not.

He pulled out of her sucking, clutching cunt, and his cock
flipped straight up.

"Ooooh God ... NOOOH!" she cried. "Put it back INNNN!"

Floyd's answer was to give her flopping legs a twist, and she
rolled roughly onto her face on the table, her tits and tummy
smearing through his spilled breakfast.

"OOOOOH!" she moaned, writhing, her big asscheeks quivering
before him.

She was a mess back there, and he snatched up his napkin to rub
it through the crack of her ass, wiping the eggs and potatoes
away so that he could see the little gathering of brownish
puckers that marked the spot where he had stuck his finger the
day before.

"Oooooh, oooooh, please ... yes ... DOOOO it!" she panted,
thinking he was going to ram her throbbing cunt from the rear.

But he had something more exotic and even more stimulating in
mind as he directed his cum-coated, rigid pecker to the small
depression between her wobbly buttocks.

When Marcella felt his cock-tip touch the dimple of her ass, she
caught her breath.

Not that! she thought. Oh, God, I've never had it THERE!

A finger was all right-even fun-but a big, thick prick rammed up
her anus was bound to hurt!

However, Floyd was not about to be stopped. Throbbing with a
greater lust than he had known in years, the horny farmer twisted
his slippery cockhead against her crinkly nest of puckers and
pushed forward.

She bawled with pain as her asshole was forced to spread-wide,
wide, wider than it had ever been stretched before. The man's
cock was so slippery, and he was pushing with such determination,
that he quickly achieved a penetration of her rear. The taut
elastic rim of her anus felt as if it was about to pop as it
skiddingly encircled the fattest part of his cockhead. Her
asshole burned like a ring of fire.

Then Floyd's knob was IN her, settled snugly and hotly inside her
lush ass, and her rubber rim was allowed to relax just a trifle.
This lessened the painful pressure right there, and she focused
on the fullness in her rectum.

What a feeling that was! It was as if a flagpole, with a huge,
bulging knob on the end of it, was being forced up her backside.

"OOOOH ... AAAAH! PLEEEASE! OOOOH, GODDD!" the impaled woman
cried.

But Floyd didn't stop pushing, and his cock sank twistingly, inch
by relentless inch, into her superheated, hotly clasping ass
until she had at least four rigid inches sticking up inside her
... the wrong way.

She bawled, the tears streaming down her cheeks, as Floyd began
to stroke, fucking her virgin ass with gusto. He didn't push too
deeply. He didn't have to, because he was getting the thrill he
wanted as her grippingly tight and slippery asshole rippled up
and down across the ridge of his cockhead and along two inches of
his veined, rigid shaft.

He yanked her squidgy buttocks wide apart and watched her rosy
rear-ring claim his penetrating thrusts, folding outward as he
withdrew and turning inward with each plunge. He let her buttocks
slap against his pole, and enjoyed the sight of his poontanger
sinking rhythmically between her vibrating, creamy, curved
asscheeks.

She clawed at the table and flopped her head from side to side.
The plunging pressure inside her was still intense, but she was
getting used to it some. And her anus didn't burn so much,
although it remained stretched wide around the man's stroking
cock. What it did was to tickle pretty good. And it tingled even
better.

She writhed, rubbing her clit against the edge of the table as
her legs flopped in mid-air. Her buttocks vibrated wildly. Up and
down between them the man's long, stiff lovemaker pumped, sinking
into her rectum again and again.

Marcella's yelling had attracted the farmer's wife, and she
appeared fearfully in the kitchen doorway once again, to see what
new fiendish act her husband was committing. She saw. And her
eyes registered at least as much shock as before.

"You see this, old woman?" he rasped as he fucked their
houseguest's hot ass. "I'm givin' it to her right up the old dirt
road! You'd never let me do that to you, either."

"Oooh, you filthy man!" she screeched, and went scampering back
up the hall.

"Do you think I'm filthy-huh, Bible-thumpin' baby?" he asked
Marcella as he kept stroking his hot rod up her tail.

"Uuuuh! Ooooh! Yesss, you're so FILTHY! But I ... ooooh ... " She
began to bump. "I LOVE ITTT!"

She bumped her ass wildly as she clung to the edges of the table,
and she thrilled to the asshole-pleasing plunges of the man's
thick, hard prick. His eyes rolled upward in their sockets, and
he flung back his head. He fucked Marcella's ass with all the
fervor he possessed and, when he heard her squeal in frenzied
climax and felt her asshole ripple spastically around his rod,
his fiery bulk jerked in her rectum. He poured gush after
spurting gush of thick, creamy cum into her bowels while she
shook and climaxed deliriously.

Later she used the telephone to send a mail-gram to the leader of
her religious cult, charging it to Floyd. The message read:

HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY
SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!

Chapter FOUR

The slim blonde girl knelt before the tall man in black robes,
and she looked up at him with her face aglow.

"Please help me find the right answer through prayer, Pastor!"
she said. "Should I run off with Johnny and become his wife, or
should I give him up just so I can finish high school? He won't
wait for me. He's going to leave tomorrow. And I love him so
much!"

Thaddeus Polk looked down at her, and a smile of seeming
compassion wreathed his lean, almost gaunt face. His dark eyes
burned fiercely.

"Are you a virgin, my child?" he asked, stroking her golden hair.

"Ooooh yes, Pastor!" Nancy Davis blushed.

"And how old are you?"

"I just turned seventeen."

"You say you love this lad Johnny, hmmm?"

"Very much!"

"But your parents don't approve of him?"

"No," she pouted. `They think he's unreliable."

"Mmmm. We will pray together. Please shut your eyes."

Nancy's long, silky lashes dropped, and Thad stared at her
innocent upturned face. She wore a skimpy summer dress that clung
to the delicate hillocks on her chest.

"Lord, give us a sign!" Thad intoned, continuing to look down at
her. `Tell us how this girl's love should be tested, to see if it
is real-for, if it is, she should surely run away with her young
man, but, if it isn't, she should let him go alone and forget
him. Lord, Lord ... show us please!"

Thad kept one hand on Nancy's soft, silken hair as he slipped his
other hand through the front opening in his robes. He silently
lowered his zipper.

"Lord, we are awaiting your sign!" he exclaimed, his tone
trembling rapturously as he removed his long, limber penis from
his pants. He fondled the smooth, ropelike shape and felt the
sensitive ridge of his bare cockhead.

Firmness came into his organ, thickening it and stretching it
out. Its purplish snout poked through the flap in his
loose-fitting outer garments and, as he continued stroking the
shank, his knobby-ended wand assumed upthrust rigidity before the
naive teenager's face.

Her eyes remained shut.

"Yes, Lord!" Thaddeus cried, his voice vibrating with power.
"Thank you, Lord! Amen!" He stroked the girl's hair. "Nancy, we
have our sign. You may open your eyes now, my child."

Her lashes lifted slowly, and her blue eyes widened until they
appeared about to pop.

"Oooh, Pastor!" she cried. "Wh-what is that?" She was staring at
his erection, just inches in front of her face.

"It is the sign we asked for, my dear. The Lord gave it to me.
Have you ever seen such a thing before?"

"Why, yes ... yes ... " She blushed fiercely. "I've seen
Johnny's. I know it isn't nice for an unmarried young girl to
look at a boy's thing, or to touch it, but Johnny and I are so in
love that he showed me his ... and I did touch it ... b-but,
Pastor ... why are you showing me YOURS? Is that RIGHT?"

"I told you, child-it is the Lord's doing. He knows that you
played with your boyfriend's penis, so He felt it would not shock
you if you saw mine. And He wants to find out if you feel
differently about mine. Or does it fascinate you too, just like
Johnny's?"

"Well ... I ... oooh, Pastor, you're making me so embarrassed!"

"Hush, my child!" he intoned, his cock sticking up very stiff
before her and quivering with the lustful power that bulged its
veins and tissue. "This is the Lord's doing, believe me." He held
his erection around its base and waggled it in front of her.
"What do you call this-besides a thing, I mean?"

"A pecker?" the conservative, smalltown girl said shyly. "At
least, that's what Johnny calls his."

"Very well. We'll call it a pecker. That's a good, old-fashioned
name for it. What do you think of my pecker, Nancy?"

"It's ... it's bigger than Johnny's!" the blushing teenager said.

"Is it? Do you think it's as good to look at?"

"Well, I don't know. Johnny has a skin around the outside of his,
which covers that knobby part- until I roll it back. Why don't
you have a skin like that on yours, Pastor?"

"Because it was cut off right after I was born. That's called
circumcision. Some males are circumcised and some are not. It
makes little difference. Tell me how you like my pecker, Nancy."

"It's ... it's long!" she said, still wide-eyed. "And it's
certainly very stiff! Oooh, my!"

"Do you want to touch it?"

She shifted her gaze just briefly to Thad's face. "Wouldn't that
be wrong?"

"No. The Lord is asking you if you're interested in this pecker
of mine."

"But Johnny wouldn't like me to touch another man's pecker, I
don't think," Nancy said.

"The Lord says you should do so, if it interests you."

"Well ... it does kind of interest me a little," she said,
staring right at it. "It's sure a handsome, big old thing! It
makes me feel funny to look at it."

"Funny how, child?"

"Well, down between my legs, I'm getting ... kind of warm."

"You mean, in your cunt?"

"Ooooh, Pastor, should we really talk like that?" the girl asked.

"Why not? It's an honest word."

"Well ... well ... yes, my ... my cunt is hot! It's getting
hotter! Oooh, wowww!"

She reached out and clutched the pastor's naked prick.

"There!" he said vibrantly, and his hard-on throbbed in her
grasp. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Just like Johnny's?"

"I guess so. Only bigger!"

"You mean Johnny just has a teeny-weeny little pecker that you
can hardly get a good hold on?"

"Well, it's not so awfully little, but it's sure not as long as
yours! Wow!" The girl stroked her curled fingers up and down on
his rod.

"You like mine, hmm?"

"Yes!"

"Tilt it down toward you."

Nancy tilted the preacher's hard-on so that it pointed directly
at her face.

"Is there anything else that you'd like to do with my pecker,
Nancy?"

"Oooh, I couldn't even think about anything nasty like thaaaat!"

"Like what?" Thad asked gently.

"Like ... fucking?" She looked up at him, her cheeks aglow. "Is
it all right to say fucking, Pastor?"

"Of course, child!" He smiled reassuringly and patted her hair
once again. "But we don't have to fuck, Nancy. In fact, the Lord
wouldn't let me fuck you."

"Then what did you mean that we could do?" she asked him.

"There's a way to have fun," he said, "that's kind of like
fucking, but it isn't a sin. Do you want me to tell you about
it?"

She nodded, and he gradually extended his fingers around the back
of her blonde head.

"You could lick my pecker, Nancy," he said. "That is, if you
really want to."

"Lick it?" she repeated, in obvious shock. "You ... you mean ...
with my ... tongue?"

"Of course, with your tongue!" he said with a soft chuckle. "How
else would you lick a pecker, hmmm?"

"But isn't that nasty?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I took a shower this morning."

"But you ... oooh, this is embarrassing! You ... you piss through
your pecker-don't you, Pastor?"

"Of course. But I always shake it clean afterward. I'll tell
you-if I get right down between your legs and lick your sweet
little cunt, would you think it's all right then to lick my
pecker?"

"Oooh, Pastor, I think this is awfully wrong!"

"Shhh! You mustn't question the Lord! He has given us this test,
don't forget."

"You wouldn't mind ... licking my cunt, even though I piss with
it?" she asked.

"I wouldn't mind it at all!" Thad said, his cock twitching in the
young girl's grasp.

"Well, then I ... I guess ... I could let you," she said, looking
shame-faced as she got to her feet, "if you say it's all right."

"It isn't what I say," Thad reminded her. "It's what the Lord
said to me."

"Well, where ... how ... ?" Nancy seemed all aquiver as she
looked about the minister's study.

"Right there, on my desk," he told her. "Lift your skirt up and
sit right on your little panties."

"But shouldn't I take my ... my panties off?" Nancy asked.

"I will do that," Thad said.

She stepped tremblingly to his desk, turned around, and hiked her
skirt. The preacher's hard-on twitched again as he saw her slim
golden thighs, which widened nicely at their tops. They were
encircled by the elastics of white silken panties with pink and
blue flowers on them.

She sat on her panty-seat on the edge of the pastor's desk.

"Ooooo, it's cold!" she said, still blushing strongly.

"That's only because your little ass is so warm," Thad said,
moving up to her. He ran his hands up the outside of her smooth,
firm thighs, and he clutched her bikini pants. Gathering the
silky undergarment in his large hands, he deftly tugged it out
from underneath her bottom, down her pretty legs, and off. He
dropped her panties on a chair and spread her knees wide apart.

"Ooooh, yesss!" he breathed softly as he stared at her girlish
cunt.

Flossy tendrils of spun gold curled along the edges of her snug
slit and thickened to form a cute little pelt just above.
Thaddeus sank to his knees before her.

"Now if you like what I do next, it will mean something," he
said.

"Wh-what will it mean, Pastor?" she asked innocently.

"Simply that you may not be as much in love with Johnny as you
think you are-because if you loved him alone, you wouldn't want
another man to lick you between the legs."

"Ooooh, Pastor!" She bashfully shut her eyes.

He bent close, lifting her spread legs high into the air, and she
had to prop herself on her arms, lest she fall over. He held her
behind her cute knees, letting her lower legs dangle loose. Her
loafers hung from her toes.

First Thaddeus sniffed her cunt expertly.

Yes! She smelled delightful, just like a young girl should.

The pastor stuck out his tongue, and he licked along one side of
her honeypot, causing her to exclaim, "Ooooh!"

He raised his head. "What's the matter?" he asked with a smile.

"It ... it feels funny!"

"Good funny?"

"Yessss!"

Thad licked the other side of her young, fragrant cunt.

She squirmed.

He kept licking the outside of her until all her little hairs
were plastered against the soft flesh. Then he poked his tongue
at the slitted center of her cunt and twisted, prying the snug
lips apart. He tasted her inner tangy sweetness.

Aaaaah!

"Oooh, Pastor, you're really making me feel funny now!" Nancy
exclaimed.

He licked up and down her slippery little slit, flapping his
tongue across the tiny, rigid tip of her clitoris.

"Ooooh ... oooh ... oooh!" she cried, her bottom bouncing on the
desk.

Thad had to hold her legs firmly to keep her from getting away
from his licking caresses. He sank his tongue deeper into her
now-very-moist cunt and circled the small mouth of her vaginal
channel.

"Oooh, Pastor ... wowww!" she exclaimed. "I'm hotter than ever!"

"And so am I, darling!" he said, rising to his feet, his rigid
cock bobbing springily. "Get down! Do for me what I did for
you-that is, if you want to."

"Ooooh, yesss ... yesss! I do want to!"

She slid forward off the desk and landed on her knees in front of
the black-robed man. She clutched his bristling cock. Her mouth
opened eagerly as she pulled his big pecker to her lips, and her
pink little tongue leaped out.

The minister clenched his fists against the magnificent thrill
that shook him as the innocent young girl began to lick the head
of his prick.

She licked his cock-knob all over, going "uuhg" and "aaaahng",
and she flapped her tongue against the tip of his organ, making
it bob up and down.

"Ooooh, I like to lick your pecker!" she gigglingly cried.

"Now, suck it!" he commanded, and grasped her around the back of
her head, pulling her forward.

His cock split her pretty, pink-lipped mouth, spreading it into a
wide O as the rock-hard shank of his penis became lodged between
her lips. His glans pressed her cushiony, wet tongue.

Nancy's eyes widened. Then she let her lashes drop. Her fair
cheeks glowed as she began to suck on the long, tasty lollipop
that the preacher had given her.

He stroked his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, and she soon
picked up the rhythm, moving counter to his thrusts. She heatedly
sucked and swallowed, her lips moving claspingly along his shaft.
She champed on his big, spongy knob. Juice leaked from the tip of
his sucked penis and trickled down her gulping throat.

The man reached and unfastened the back of her dress, lowering
the zipper. He unfastened her light bra. Pushing the dress and
bra down her arms, he uncovered her firm, pink-pointed tits. He
pinched her hard nipples and tugged at them while she sucked him
with greater ardor.

He kept stroking his stiff penis into the lovely girl's face. She
gulped and slurped, going wild over her first taste of oral love.

What a blessing she will be for the boys of this town! Thad mused
in the heat of his passion. She'll start sucking her way from one
end of town to the other, satisfying them all, while she saves
her precious virginity! Who says I don't do good?

He petted her blonde head, urging her on, and she lunged at his
stiff prick with utter abandon. Her clasping lips stripped it,
gliding rapidly up and down across the ridge of his cockhead.

His balls churned. He felt the heat rising from them. Through his
twitching, lip-encircled prick the fiery stream surged, and his
glans ballooned blissfully against the girl's lapping tongue.

Spurt!

Thad shot her mouth full of his bubbling, creamy sperm.

"AAAAWWWWGH!" she gagged, and tried to get away from him.

But he held her head firmly, with both hands.

He kept twitching and spurting into her mouth, and she was forced
to swallow down his jism as she gurgled helplessly.

Only after he had ejaculated all the sperm that his balls had
manufactured did he release his hold on Nancy, and she rocked
backward, releasing his drippy-wet organ. White goo dribbled down
her chin. Her lips were foam-flecked.

"Aaaaawww!" she said. "Why did you do thaaaat?" She spat the
sperm off her lips and wiped her mouth and chin with her hand.
She gazed at him bleary-eyed.

He smiled benignly as his cock slumped.

"That's part of it," he said. "When you suck a boy, you must
always swallow what he gives you. And something else ... " Thad
added, lifting his slimy, soft penis by the stem, "you must lick
him off afterward so that he doesn't get his pants all soiled."

"Ooooh, must I?" Nancy asked.

Thad nodded.

She bent obediently and swiped her tongue around his curved
penis, bobbling its bluish head.

"The tip, also," Thad told her, and she licked up the last bit of
cream that oozed out.

He pushed his penis back inside his robes and zipped up. Then he
helped Nancy to her feet.

She seemed woozy. "I don't know if I liked that or not," she
said. "I still feel ... funny."

Thad guided her back onto the desk and knelt to fasten his moist
lips around the tip of her diminutive ditty. He sucked and licked
her clit-tip intensively until she bumped and cried, clutching
him by the head.

"Now what do you think?" he asked, rising to his feet.

"I think it was ... wonderful!" she exclaimed, still gasping.

"Then you don't love Johnny. Let him go and forget him. The world
is full of boys."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Pastor!" she cried, and turned to hurry
from the room, pulling up her dress as she went. His study opened
on an alley, and she was gone.

He had no fear that she would tell on him. They never did. She
would realize, of course, that she'd been taken. And that would
shake her faith. But she was a wiser girl because of what had
happened, and she would have her fun! What was more important
than that?

Thaddeus picked up her posy-printed panties, which she had
forgotten in her haste to leave. He pressed the delicate little
garment to his face and inhaled the sweet, girlish scent that
impregnated the silken fabric. He smiled.

Oh, Thaddeus, is there no end to your good works? he thought.

Chapter FIVE

Edna Savage had red hair ... on her cunt as well as on her head.
And she had a spirit to match.

She was twenty-nine years old, slender with enticing curves, and
had a sexy face. When she became Thaddeus Folk's housekeeper,
there were those in Centerville who started to talk. But the
appeal of Pastor Polk and of his oddly satisfying religion, which
interpreted as the will of the Lord just about anything that a
body wanted to do, was such that the gossips found they were
talking only to themselves. Pastor Folk's large and growing flock
weren't listening. He had brought something new to the Bible
Belt-amorality in religious trappings, with salvation thrown
in-and his people loved it. They were so busy enjoying their own
new indulgences that they didn't begrudge the good pastor his.

Edna had been one of his first converts when he came to
Centerville a little over a year ago. She had just drifted into
town, having walked out on a no-good husband in another state;
she was feeling lonely, guilty, and lost. Thaddeus saved her. He
took her out of the greasy-spoon cafe where she had been working,
and put her in his own rented house. He made her think she was
his special woman and would always be. He gave her the best
fucking that she'd ever had.

She had fallen into the habit of dressing lightly around the
house, because that stimulated Thaddeus, bringing his long rod
up. She could not get enough of that magnificent tool!

So it was that when Thaddeus entered the house on this particular
afternoon, he found Edna working at the sink, wearing
pink-and-white polka dot panties and nothing else. Grinning, he
sneaked quietly up behind her, reached forward at her sides, and
wrapped both hands around her quivery, cupcake-sized tits.

She gasped, dropping the dish she had been washing. It fell into
the sink and splashed water all over her.

"Ooooh, Thaddeus, you prick!" she exclaimed. But she was laughing
happily by that time, her face aglow, and she twisted in his arms
to press her hot, open mouth against his.

Their tongues writhed and stroked wetly as saliva flowed from one
mouth to the other. Her nipples, stimulated by the coarse fabric
of Thad's shirt, stiffened against him, and he could feel them
digging in. He felt her belly writhe, also. Gliding his large
hands down her back, he took hold of her firm, twisty buttcheeks
through her nylon pants and squeezed them, holding her lower body
snugly against him until his rising cock demanded that they give
it room.

"Mmmmm ... wowww ... ooh, baby, let's see what you've got down
here!" Edna said, and sank to her knees. Her tousled red hair
received a shaft of late sunlight from the kitchen window and
seemed to catch fire.

She unzipped her lover's pants.

"Any mail?" he asked casually, because he had come to take Edna's
amorous assaults for granted. They had even gotten to be a bit
boring.

"Just the usual shit," she said as she snaked a white hand into
his trousers. "Oooh, wait-there was a Mailgram."

"From who?"

"How the fuck do I know, baby? Oooh, wow! This looks
scrumptious!" She was holding Thad's long woman pleaser by the
stem and shaking it up and down. While the plumlike knob bobbed
and swelled, the shaft gradually stiffened.

There was a faintly sardonic expression on Thad's lean, craggy
face as he looked down and watched the pretty woman lick his
cockhead. He wondered if she could taste young Nancy's saliva on
it.

Apparently she couldn't. Or else she didn't mind. She quickly
warmed to her pleasurable task and, after swirling her tongue
wetly around the crown of Thad's prick, then scurrying up and
down the sides of his poker, she clasped his cockhead warmly in
her mouth and began to suck. She bobbed her head rhythmically,
gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on his bristling eight-inch
pole.

He stroked his cock gently against her mouth-thrusts, fucking her
willing face. Then, abruptly, he pulled free, turned, and paraded
his naked prick into the living room.

"Come back here, Goddamn it!" Edna cried, staring after him.

"Do not take the Lord's name in vain," he cautioned as he
continued through the house. "That is something you must never
do!"

"I'm sorry!" Edna said, leaping to her feet to take after him.

He walked to his den, where the mail was stacked on his desk, and
he picked up the Western Union envelope. Edna came tripping into
the room, her titties jiggling, and she wedged herself between
Thaddeus and the desk as he ripped the Mailgram envelope open.
She sank to her knees once again, grasping the spear which stuck
out and upward from his open fly. She resumed licking the rounded
head of it while he read:

HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY
SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!

MARCELLA.

Thaddeus smiled. A new territory sounded good to him, after
spending more than a year in one place. A flock of new women ...
all those mouths and cunts ... and fresh money! Thad had skimmed
most of the cream off of Centerville.

Edna had clasped his cock in her mouth by that time and was
bobbing her head once again. Her lips felt very good, gliding
silkily up and down on his quivering, iron-hard cock.

He would have to give her what she needed, he realized, but he
would make it quick this time. He had plans to work out.

Grasping Edna by the shoulders, he lifted her, and his long prick
whipped free.

"Fuck me, baby ... oooh, please fuck me!" she begged.

She was tall and lithe, and that broadened the possibilities for
copulation. As soon as she had stripped her panties down, kicking
free of them, Thaddeus backed her up against a wall.

"Yes ... yesss ... oooh, yesss!" she hissed. "Ram me right here!"

She spread her legs, causing a lippy division to appear in her
fiery fluff, and Thaddeus dropped his pants and shorts. He
squatted just enough to nose his upward slanting erection into
her crotch, and she clutched to guide it while she writhed. When
the tip of his boner was positioned just right, he rose, boosting
her at the same time. A thrust of his hips sent his plunger
surging up inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around
him as he pressed her against the wall.

He began to do a springy dance, all the action in his knees,
while Edna squirmed voluptuously. Her titties jiggled against his
shirt. Her warm, wet cunt was a ravenous beast as it devoured his
upward cock-thrusts.

Her serpentine legs skidded against his back and sides. Her arms
were looped around his neck. Her back rubbed against the wall.

Up and down in her twisting, rippling cunny his splendid pecker
stroked, stropping the red-hot tip of her very responsive
clitoris.

"Oooh God ... yessss!" she cried. "Ooooh, glory! Wow, can you
really screw!"

He grunted, and rammed upward harder into her slippery hole,
which was very open as she "sat" in midair, with legs spread. His
jolts shook the wall and jiggled Edna erotically from hips to
head. He thought he could hear her teeth rattle.

But most of what he heard were her lascivious cries, as she
voluptuously squirmed:

"Go at it! Yesss, baby! Get it! Get it! Screw me! FUCK MEEE!
UUUUUHHH!"

She began to bounce up and down, swinging on Thad's neck and
middle, while his plunger stroked rapidly inside her. His prick
throbbed with pleasure as her cunt all but ate it alive. Juice
dribbled down his rod, from her salivating cunt, and moistened
his bouncing balls.

Her tits shook up and down against his shirt-front. Her fingers
clawed the back of his neck. Her heels kicked him. She squealed.

Thad's geysering ejaculation rounded off her quaking,
cock-wrenching orgasm ... and he regretted, for a moment, that he
might not be fucking Edna any more.

"So, what was that all about?" she asked a few moments later,
after they had calmed down and he had picked the Mailgram off the
floor, where he had dropped it as the excitement had mounted.

"Oh, nothing important." He stuffed it into his pocket. "Edna?"

"Yes, you beautiful fucker ... " she purred, standing behind him
with just her panties on, and squeezing him around the middle.

"I'm going to be leaving town."

There was silence for several moments. No motion, either. Then
Edna abruptly disengaged and backed up. Thad turned to face her.

He smiled disarmingly. "Nothing personal. You've been great to
me. You've made me very happy. But my work demands that I move
on."

Edna glared at him, her green eyes glinting. "This is something
about that Mailgram, isn't it? Who was it from?"

"Now, that's personal business," Thad replied gently. "You know I
never discuss personal business with anyone."

"Well, your business is my business, baby!" she snapped, the pet
name having a sharp edge this time. "I don't just give myself
casually, you know. I'm no slut!"

"Who said you were? But I'm sure you've gotten as much pleasure
from our sexual relationship as I have. And as for keeping house
for me-well, it was better than working in Joe's Diner, wasn't
it?"

She glared at him for several more seconds, then smiled suddenly
and pressed her nearly nude body against him. She squirmed,
making him feel her tits.

"Don't tell me you can just walk off," she said, "after all the
good times we've had together! I know you can't do that. You're
just teasing me- huh, Thad? Just teasing me to see if I give a
damn?"

"No, Edna." He gently dislodged her hold on him and backed her
up. "I've got to go. Of course, I won't be leaving for a day or
two, because I have arrangements to make. I must make certain
that the church here is in good hands."

"Bullshit!"

"What?" Thad tried to maintain a tolerant smile.

"I said, bullshit!" Edna repeated, even more forcefully. "You
don't give a fart about the silly church, and you know it! It's
some woman you're chasing! Oooh, how I wish I could see that
mother-fucking Mailgram!"

"Edna ... how you talk!" he said a bit sadly.

"You're not above using four-letter words yourself, so don't give
me that holier-than-thou shit! I'm an ordinary person, who's been
knocking around all my life, and so are you. Your religious
make-believe doesn't fool me."

"It isn't make-believe, my dear," Thad replied. "You see, you
don't understand either me or our religion, even after all this
time."

"Hypocrite! Tell me who the woman is!" Edna demanded, her eyes
shooting sparks.

"The world is full of women."

"Don't I know it! And that's just the trouble, you prick\ You
don't care who you stick it into, do you? Oooh, don't worry-I
know you've been screwing all the women of the congregation,
while I've been at home, keeping house for you."

"Edna, I'm afraid there is nothing more to be said," he stated,
turning away.

"Oooh, yes there is!" she railed at his back. "I'm not going to
let you do this to me! I don't mind you tomcatting around, as
long as you come home to me! But when you talk about walking out,
that's another kettle of beans, mister!"

He strode from the room.

Edna followed, her pert breasts jiggling in the nude. "I'll ruin
you! I'll find out where you're going, and I'll tell them what a
sonofabitch you are! You won't get started building up another
church!"

He stopped, spun around, and slapped her so viciously across the
face that he knocked her off her feet. She landed hard on her
panties on the floor.

"OOOOOOH!" she wailed, as much from rage and frustration as from
physical hurt.

Thaddeus stomped from the house. He got into his car and began to
drive, having no fixed destination at first, but then realizing
that he would have to see Len Carpenter, who was the assistant
pastor and the logical choice to take over the congregation.

In his travels, which had begun in his home state of Tennessee a
dozen years ago, Thad had established branches of his church in
several states. A couple had since broken away, but the rest had
remained loyal, because he had called back on them frequently,
and they continued to send him a small percentage of their
financial proceeds. It was a good racket, not calculated to make
a man wealthy, but permitting him to live the good life and keep
moving. That was what Thad required. If he ever were to settle
down, he firmly believed, he would die.

The Carpenters lived in a modest house on the edge of town. Len
was an insurance agent, in addition to working in the church. His
wife was a stay-at-home woman who gave the impression of being
very devout. She doted on the fundamentalist aspects of the
religion without practicing its libertarian concepts-except with
Thad. He had gotten to her, of course, and had found her a hell
of a screw.

The beauty of Thad's religion was that its precepts were
sufficiently elastic to cover just about anything a person wanted
to do, while giving them a sense of security and sanctification,
also. He emphasized the free-wheeling aspects of the faith only
when it served his personal purposes to do so, or when a
"sinning" church-member came to him in guilty torment and sought
absolution. He made them feel a lot better, whether he fucked
them or not. Not all of the enthusiastic adherents to the faith
were female and, of those, certainly not all were attractive.
Thad made them all feel good, when they really needed it, and
that was one of the reasons that his church was so popular.

He had removed the masochism from religion and set the people
free. In so doing, he truly believed that he was serving God.

He parked in front of the Carpenters' house, got out, and walked
up the cracked strip of concrete to the front door. A little girl
came bounding off the porch to greet him.

"Hello, Cindy!" he said with a big smile. "Are your mommy and
daddy home?"

"My mommy is, Pastor Polk!" the six-year-old replied.

"Well, good! I'll just walk right in and have a talk with her, if
I may."

All good homemakers were preparing dinner at that hour, and Mae
Carpenter was no exception. The buxom blonde was busy at the
stove when Thad walked up behind her. But she-unlike Edna a
little while ago-was fully dressed. Thad was out of gas, anyway.

"Hello, Mae," he said, and she jumped.

"Oooh, my Lord!" she exclaimed. "Thaddeus, you nearly frightened
me out of a year's growth!"

He chuckled and sat on a kitchen chair.

Mae made a few quick adjustments at the range, then looked around
anxiously. "Well, uh, Len will be home in a little while ... "

"That's okay," Thad smiled. "I'm in no big hurry to see him."

It was a perfectly innocent remark, as far as Thaddeus was
concerned. For once, he had no ulterior motive. But Mae didn't
take it that way.

A smile wreathing her round, doll-like face, she hurried to him
and plumped herself onto his lap. She unzipped her dress-front,
reached inside, and brought out a full, quivering breast.

"Wouldn't you like an appetizer before dinner?" she asked.

Chapter SIX

The pastor stared at Mac's milk-white tit with its jutting pink
nipple, and he touched his lips with his tongue. Still, he
hesitated.

"Well, don't make me feel cheap, Thaddeus!" she said, a blush
coming to her face.

He bowed his head slightly, tilting it to the side, and he licked
the rigid, pale-pink protrusion on the rounded, trembling titty
that she held.

"Ooooh, that makes my day!" she exclaimed, lowering her lashes
sensuously and keeping her moist, pouty lips apart. She rotated
her rich titty, dragging the super-stiff nipple all around Thad's
tongue.

"Suck it!" she finally ordered, and he opened his mouth to take
her nipple in.

His lips drew at the tasty titbit, finally stretching it well
out, then letting it snap free. The nipple nodded on its bouncy
base, gleaming wetly with his saliva.

"Try the other one!" Mae lasciviously invited, and pulled her
second eye-popper out.

Thad sucked that breast, also. Soon he was turning from one to
the other, using a large hand to squeeze whichever luscious orb
he wasn't sucking, and his penis hardened against the woman's
warm lap.

"We've got time for a quickie before Len gets home," she said,
wriggling against his risen cock.

"Does he ... know about us yet?" Thad asked, breathing hard after
the strenuous sucking.

"Yes, I told him," she replied, surprising Thad. She twisted her
shoulders, gently slapping her lush titties against the
minister's cheeks. "I thought it was only right and proper to do
that and ... " She giggled. " ... he didn't seem to mind! In
fact, he wanted to know all the details. He even said he wished
he could watch us some time!"

"Ooooh, shit!" Thaddeus groaned, and sucked a big titty into his
mouth once again. He rolled his eyes toward the kitchen door as
his lips and tongue pulled at Mac's nipple.

Again he let the goody pop free. "Your little girl might come
in."

"No. I sent her to the store for ice cream. She won't be back for
ten minutes."

"That doesn't ... give us much time!" Thaddeus said between
sucks.

"Well, listen ... if you promise we can do it later, when Len's
here ... " the woman said, a hoarseness creeping into her voice,
"I'll let you go now. Stay and have dinner with us. I'll put
Cindy to bed early."

Thad looked up at her flushed, excited face. "Mae, you surprise
me!"

"Well, you said it was all right for us to do it. You said it was
the Lord's will for me to have that experience and it would make
my marriage stronger. And it has! Sex has been so good with Len
and me lately that he asked me how come I changed, and I had to
tell him, being an honest, God-fearing woman. You know I never
lie."

"Yes, Mae, but ... "

"Len said he sure wished he could watch, and I want him to!"

"Are you sure he meant it?"

"Yes! Oooh, you should have seen his cock quiver when we talked
about it." She giggled. "Just like yours is quivering now."

"Well, put your tits away, and it will stop."

"You know," she remarked, tucking in first one titty, then the
other, "that kind of talk used to make me ashamed, whenever I
heard it. But it don't any more. Why, shoot, I even say things
like fuck and titties and cock myself-and I know it's not wrong,
because you said the Lord loves honesty. Right?" She zipped up
her dress.

"That's right, Mae."

"And you ought to see how Len acts when I talk to him that way in
bed." She smiled happily. "It really turns him on!"

She exuberantly jumped up, and the large, shapely mounds in her
dress-front quivered. "Like me without a bra?" she asked, noting
the direction of Thad's gaze. "I've quit wearing `em."

"Looks like you're liberated," he said with some misgivings.

He was half-afraid that, after he left, she might go all the way
and start peddling her cunt around town. That wouldn't be good
for the church.

"Well, the Lord wants us to be liberated, don't He?" Mae
earnestly asked. "That's what you always told me."

"It's true. But He wants us to do His work, also. You and Len are
going to have a special chance to do that. We'll discuss it
later. Don't you think you'd better check on dinner?"

"Oh." She turned to the stove. "I guess I had."

Thad got up, his penis having relaxed. He wasn't sure he was
going to enjoy what Mae had in mind for the evening. And, despite
what she had said, he wasn't sure Len would like it, either.

Watching another man fuck his wife?

That was strong stuff.

Thad thought of an alternative. What if he just sort of worked
Mae up, got her corpuscles perking and her cunt all wet, then
turned her over to her husband? That might be the best way to
handle the situation. There were a half dozen places where Thad
could go in town to get his own gun off, without risking the
future of the congregation by involving the minister-to-be and
his wife in a game of menage a trois.

Still, the prospect tickled Thad in a lascivious way, and he
reserved a decision until after Len came home. He would verbally
feel Len out, he decided, before committing himself.

The assistant pastor was of medium height, chunky, and wore
glasses. He had a ready smile and a friendly manner. He grinned
warmly when he saw Thaddeus sitting in the kitchen, watching Mae
cook.

"Well, hello, Thad!" he said. "It's good to see you. Will you
stay and have dinner with us?"

"I already invited him, darling," Mae said as Len came up behind
her and gave her a kiss on the neck.

"And I accepted with thanks," Thad put in. "Mae's the best cook
in town."

"Well, maybe not tonight," she said, and glanced at the pastor.
"I seem to have neglected the dinner a bit."

Thad averted his eyes and changed the subject, explaining to Len
and his wife that he was getting ready to leave town. Len was
impressed by the pastor's offer to turn over the congregation to
him, and he accepted with enthusiasm.

The discussion continued over dinner, with Mae saying little.
Mostly she was watching Thad. He noticed that she squirmed from
time to time on her chair, as if her ass were hot.

Little Cindy was bored by the dinner table conversation and
seemed willing to go to bed early, though it wasn't yet dark. She
kissed her daddy and mommy in turn, said good night to the
pastor, and trotted upstairs.

"Beautiful child," Thaddeus said. "You have a fine family, Len."

"Yes, I know that!" he replied, and glanced fondly at his wife.

She blushed a bit and looked down.

It was beginning to look to Thad as if there would be nothing
doing. That was just as well, he judged, though there was a pang
of disappointment.

"Dear ... " Mae said as she walked toward the living room, her
husband's arm around her, "I discussed with Thad that matter we
talked about before."

Thad tensed.

Len didn't withdraw his arm from his wife's waist. "Wh-what
matter was that?"

"You know. We talked about it in bed."

At that point, he drew his arm back and turned uncertainly to
glance at Thad, without seeming angry.

Thad gave him a half-apologetic smile and shrugged, as if to say,
It wasn't my doing.

Len, however, was interested. "Do you want to?" he asked.

"Well ... " Thad cleared his throat and glanced at Len's blonde
wife.

"Let's!" she said firmly.

Thad had to congratulate himself on drawing Mae out of the
psychological shell in which she had lived before he got to know
her.

"Is it all right?" Len asked the parson earnestly. "I mean, in
the eyes of God?"

Thad felt like squirming. But he didn't. Lust was in the saddle
by that time. "Yes, it's all right," he declared, "so long as
each of us maintains the proper attitude toward what is
happening. The Lord wants us to broaden and fulfill ourselves in
all ways. This will be an experience-a quest for understanding.
Adultery is committed in the heart and not with the body-the
Bible makes that clear-therefore as long as our hearts are pure
... "

"Oooooh, Thad!" Mae exclaimed, and rushed to him, pressing her
warm softness against his tall, lean form.

He grasped her by the arms and shoved her backward. "Mae!" he
cautioned, glancing quickly at her husband. "You must be entirely
detached in a spiritual sense, as I will be and as Len must be,
also. That is the only basis on which we can continue."

"Yes ... yes ... I understand!" the woman said anxiously.

"And you, Len?" Thad asked.

"Yeah." He had tensed up, and he nervously nodded his head.

"Then we may proceed," Thad declared, inwardly gloating. He took
a chair. "Len, I suggest you sit down, also."

The assistant parson took a chair across from Thad, while Mae
remained standing between them.

"Take off your clothes," Thad told her. "Very slowly. Walk around
while you do it. Show yourself off."

"Ooooh, my goodness!" she exclaimed, blushing, and she pressed
her hands against her cheeks. "I didn't think you would want me
to do thaaaat!"

"You would like to do it, wouldn't you?" Thad asked her.

She looked from him to her husband. "Well, I don't know ... " she
said. But her blue eyes sparkled. She looked as giddy as a
schoolgirl.

"Of course you would," Thad said reassuringly. "All women have a
secret urge to show off. You must have thought about it. Well,
now is the time to let that urge out." He shut his eyes. "The
Lord is speaking! Can't you hear Him? STRIP, MAE!"

It was preposterous, of course. But Thad had learned long ago
that human nature required only the flimsiest of sanctions to do
what it wished to do anyway, and his position permitted him to
convey those sanctions.

Len stared through his horned-rim glasses, obviously excited. Mae
was all fluttery as she smiled through her blush. She shut her
eyes and began to turn, sensuously weaving her voluptuous body,
which was more suited to a stripper than to a small-town
religious zealot.

Thad watched with satisfaction as she unzipped the front of her
housedress.

Her breasts bobbled out, big and creamy, her pink nipples perkily
erect.

"Your wife has great tits, Len," Thad said, being deliberately
crude. The situation seemed to call for it, and it gave him
pleasure.

It obviously pleased Len, also, as he chortled, "She sure has,
hasn't she? I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates them."

"On the contrary," Thad said. "They made my eyes pop as soon as I
saw her, and I said to myself, Man, you're going to have to suck
those titties!"

"Have you sucked Mae's titties, Thad?" her husband asked eagerly
as both men watched her twist and turn, her eyes still shut and
her cheeks rosily glowing. She was pushing her housedress down
off her widely rounded hips.

"I certainly have!" Thad replied, squirming on his chair, because
he was already getting a hard-on. "I've sawed my prick right up
and down between `em, too! Mae really likes to get her tits
fucked!"

"Sheee-it!" Len exclaimed, and laughed excitedly. "Is that right,
Mae? Tell me, baby! Tell both of us!"

"Ooooh, yessss!" she said in a richly sensuous voice as her dress
dropped to the floor, leaving her in pink underpants. She brought
her hands up underneath her breasts and grasped the full, squidgy
mounds. "I just love to feel a long, bone-hard cock stroking up
and down between my titties! And to see it, also-surging right
toward my face-while the man is sitting on me!"

"Damn!" Len croaked, squirming in his chair and grinning. "Oooh,
hell! Keep goin', baby! This is great!"

Mae squeezed her plump breasts, rubbing them together, and her
nipples bulged so far forward that they looked as if they were
about to jet from their circular pink launching pads. Thad
visually stroked her rounded tummy, which was covered by her
full-sized briefs. Her navel peeped hazily through the filmy,
peach-colored nylon, just beneath the waist elastic of her
panties. Lower, where the silken fabric clung to the secondary
curve of her mons, a faint shadow of blonde cunt-fluff could be
seen.

Her thighs were full but smooth, the color of rich cream.

She turned, and Thad ogled her ass. He liked women's asses in
panties, especially asses like Mae's, which were well-rounded and
firmly aquiver.

"Ooooh, I feel so looooose!" she said, and shook her tits at her
husband. Her buttocks wobbled in the flimsy pants that didn't
quite contain all their bulgy roundness.

"You are not loose!" Thad spoke up. "And you are not wicked! You
merely are expressing your natural sensuousness, sharing it with
both Len and me."

"Yessss!" she steamed. "I want to give myself to both of you!"

She faced Thad once again, and her eyes were open, smoldering.
Her moist lips were parted. Gazing full at the parson, she curled
her thumbs around the elastic band at the top of her panties and
slowly stripped the pink nylon down, gathering it in her hands.
Her pale tummy peeped out, crowned by a cute belly button. She
lowered her panties further, showing the top of her asscrack to
her husband and the curly upper edge of her cuntal fluff to Thad.

"Which part of her would you rather look at, Len?" he asked. "Her
beautiful backside or her blonde cunt?"

"Oh, I like everything she's got, Thad!" her husband said
exultantly, obviously getting keen perverse pleasure out of
discussing his near-naked wife with the other man. Mae seemed to
enjoy it, also, as she writhed, stripping her stretchy,
inside-out panties down her thighs.

"Doesn't she have the prettiest cunt you ever saw?" Len
continued. "But she's gotta be spread out on her back for you to
really appreciate it, with those goldie curls along the edge of
her slit and her pink lips all wet and open!"

"Do you eat that sweet cunt of hers, Len?" the pastor asked.

"Damn, I've sure wanted to! But I never had the nerve!"

"Ooooo!" Mae squealed sensuously, and tossed her pink panties at
Thad. They struck him in the face, and he grasped them to hold
them there.

"These smell delicious!" he said, his rich voice somewhat muffled
by the nylon of her panties. He sniffed audibly. "Yessss, their
crotch is all perfumed by her cunt!"

"Aaaaw, maaaan!" her husband croaked, and unzipped his trousers.

Mae turned her wide, pleasure-filled eyes his way as he pulled
out his rigid penis and began to stroke it.

Thad could see right away why she had taken to his cock so
eagerly when she had first seen it. Len had a short one, only
about five inches, which gave Thad a three-inch advantage. He
took pleasure in realizing that he had pushed far deeper into
Mae's man-loving cunt than her husband had ever gone.

She turned to Thad. "Darling, take out your cock, please!" she
panted.

"Don't call me `darling'," he scolded as he rose. "Your husband
is your darling. You and I are only friends."

"All right!" she smoldered. "But please take out your prick! No!"
she added by way of afterthought. "Let me do it!"

"Mae, I didn't realize you knew those dirty words!" Len said,
stroking himself as he remained in his chair.

"They are not dirty," Thad said, feeling he had to fulfill his
role as counselor, even in these circumstances. "They are an
honest expression of feeling."

Mae knelt before him to pull down his pants and shorts.

He had taught her to suck cock, but he guessed she had not gotten
up the nerve to do it with her husband. For some reason, Thad
didn't want her to reveal this delightful perversion to her
husband yet, and he pushed her back as soon as his lengthy prick
whipped free. He kicked off his shoes, trousers and shorts, then
stripped his shirt off. Naked except for his socks, he took Mae's
panties and draped them over his rod as he walked around.

She laughed merrily. Len stared, his mouth slack, and kept
jacking off.

"Spread out, baby!" Thad said to Mae. "Right on the floor!"

"Yes, Thad! Oooh, yessss!"

The buxom blonde flopped onto her back, careful to point her
crotch at her husband, and she raised her fleshy legs into the
air, crooking them at the knees and spreading them wide apart.

"There it is!" Len husked, stroking his up-thrust prick faster.
"Look at that wet, pink beauty with all the blonde curls around
it! Have you ever seen a hotter-looking twat-huh, Thad?"

"Never!" Thad agreed, as he knelt before Mae's female shrine.

"Ooooh, yeah!" her husband rasped. "Eat the son of a bitch! Stick
your tongue in it! Let me watch!"

Thad was careful to approach Mae's luscious cunt from the side,
his cheek stroking one of her uplifted thighs, and he stuck his
tongue out.

"Aaaaah!" Len said hoarsely when the quivering tip of Thad's
tongue touched his wife's cuntal folds, and he had to let go of
his pecker lest it shoot off. The rosy-knobbed erection twitched
in midair.

Thad licked sensuously up one side of Mae's lippy sexual slit,
then down the other. She cooed and bumped her hips.

"You see, Len?" she panted. "See how ... hot it ... makes me?"

"Ooooh wow, do I see!" he replied. "Keep lickin' it, Thad! Get
right in there!"

Getting a special pleasure himself out of showing off with Mae in
front of her husband, Thad fluttered his tongue-tip against her
prominent, erected clitty. Her bottom bounced on the floor. Her
legs flexed wide apart in the air.

Thad glided his tongue down her soft, tasty groove, licked the
open, throbbing mouth of her vagina, then shoved his tongue into
her hole.

"Ooooh, sweet Jeeee-zusss!" the assistant pastor cried, and
clutched his twitching, upthrust cock once again. But he had more
sense than to stroke it, while he was so intensely aroused,
because he didn't want his fun to end prematurely.

Thad fucked his thick, meaty tongue in and out of Mae's spasming
cunt-hole, and he could feel her come. He grasped her bouncy
breasts and squeezed them. He kept pumping his tongue in her
cunt, rounding off her kicking, gasping orgasm. Then he lifted
his head.

"Why don't you try it, Len?" he suggested.

"Ooooh, wowww!" the other man panted. "Should I?"

"YESSSS, Len!" his wife cried. "Ooooh God, YESSS! You can make me
come again, before Thad gets his cock in me! PLEEAASSE!"

Thad stepped back, and Len scrambled from his chair. He awkwardly
stripped his clothes off, throwing them in all directions, then
sprawled onto the rug between his wife's legs.

Thad watched in sardonic amusement as he drove his rounded, pudgy
face into the V of Mae's thighs. The pastor lightly fingered his
own long, uplifted rod ...

Chapter SEVEN

Mae gazed up at the preacher's towering prick and at his exposed,
hairy balls while her husband nuzzled her cunt. She got the idea
that perhaps he had lost his nerve, now that he was down in
cunt-licking position. Perhaps the rich, womanly scent of her
cunt was giving him pause.

If she had known Thad was going to come over, and that it would
lead to a rollicking session for the three of them, she would
have taken an afternoon bath. But her lack of recent cleansing
hadn't seemed to bother Thad. It never did. In fact, he had once
told her that he liked her to smell like a woman rather than a
bar of soap.

She felt the same way about him. Looking up at his splendid
penis, standing in full salute above her, she wanted to take the
juicy thing into her mouth and suck on it-and she didn't care if
he hadn't bathed since that morning or even the day before.

She squirmed, wishing that Len would quit tickling her cunt-hairs
with his hot breath and get down to business.

"Lick me, darlinnnng!" she said with sweet urgency, and bumped
her cunt at him.

He licked it. At first Mae felt just the touch of his tongue,
applied with trembling hesitation and quickly withdrawn. But
then, as if the initial taste had whetted his appetite-or at
least had gotten him over his funk-he swabbed his tongue right up
her gaping slit.

"OOOOOOH!" she bawled. "That's IT, Len lover ... ooooh,
daaaar-linnnnng!"

She clutched his head, mashing his face against her wet
fuck-zone, and he slurped noisily, gurgling and groaning. He
writhed, rubbing his upward-sandwiched hard cock against the
bristly rug.

Thad knelt next to Mae's head, and she quickly turned toward him,
eagerly clutching his long pecker. She tilted it down to her
lips. Thad let her lick him.

Len was so deeply engrossed between his wife's thighs that he
didn't realize it when Thad shoved his prick into her mouth,
spreading her sweet lips with the bulbous knob. Her lips locked
around his shaft as his cockhead soaked in her warm saliva. She
sucked the juice from his small hole.

Abruptly he pulled back, taking his prick from her mouth. Her
lips made a lurid smacking sound as they left his plum-colored
knob, and his cock whipped upward to bob springily above her
face.

She grasped his balls.

He wiggled closer and let his nuts settle against her lips so
that she could lick them. She didn't even mind the heady tang of
his perspiration.

Len was digging into her clam-dip by that time, slurping up its
rich flavor. He breathed hard as he twisted his head between her
thighs.

Thad stood up. "Why don't you let me fuck her now?" he suggested
to the other man.

Len lifted his head. His eyes were a little bleary, and his mouth
was wet.

"Fuck her between the titties first!" he rasped.

"Yesss ... oooh, yesssss!" Mae hissed hotly. "Fuck my big tits!"

Thad swung astride her middle. She grasped her breasts at their
outer sides, lifting the nipple-studded billows and making a
deep, inviting cleft between them.

Thad gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and shot it between her
tits.

"Ooooooo!" Mae said, enjoying the cool wetness of his saliva, and
she rubbed her tits together, getting their inner sides well
lubricated.

Then Thad lay his cock between them and, while he hunched, she
rubbed her springy, slippery-smooth breasts against his stroking
rod.

"Heyyyyy, that's all right!" her husband said with a grin as he
watched.

The purplish-pink knob of Thad's cock kept rising from between
Mae's titties, thrusting right at her head, which she tilted
forward. Her lips lolled juicily. Her tongue appeared.

"YEEEEAAAH!" her husband rasped. "LICK HIS PECKER! Ooooh, SHIT!"

Thad shoved farther forward, and both men watched as Mae's pink
tongue struck at the gaping slit at his prick's tip. She managed
only some very quick touches, which were agonizingly frustrating
to all concerned, until Thad clutched her around the head and
yanked her farther forward. His bulging, juicy plum sank into her
mouth, and he thought that Len would go ape as he watched his
wife suck it.

Her eyes were shut in rapture, her cheeks appealingly flushed,
while she cocksucked the pastor. He crawled farther forward,
letting her breasts fall away, and he poised himself right above
her face so that he could plunge his prick straight downward into
her mouth and throat. He fucked her sweet face while he looked at
her husband.

Len's tongue lolled as he stroked his cock rapidly.

"Easy, man!" Thad advised. "We've got along way to go yet!"

"Shit, I know it!" the assistant pastor replied. "But I never saw
... such an exciting thing ... !"

He let his prick go, and the knob-ended, stubby pole jerked
twitchingly. His eyes were bulging behind his glasses, and he
licked his flabby lips.

"She likes it ... she really likes it!" he panted.

"Oooh shit, yes!" Thad replied. "Your wife is one of the best
little cocksuckers in town!"

"She ... she never sucked mine!" he said plaintively.

"She will, after tonight."

"Damn, I sure hope so! Fuck her now! I can't wait!"

Thad backed off, and Mae writhed voluptuously, tossing her blonde
head from side to side. She sent both hands down between her
splayed, tilted thighs and rubbed the soft, furry edges of her
twat.

"Yes, fuck meeee!" she moaned. "Please fuck me! I need your big
prick!"

He knelt between Mae's thighs, grasped his bone-hard rod, and
tilted it down so that it was perfectly aligned with her
writhing, wet, open cunt. He moved forward. Len avidly watched as
the other man's plug sank into his wife's meaty socket, to be
followed by inch after inch of veined, ridgy shaft until Thad's
balls slapped snugly into her crotch.

"I didn't think a woman could take that much!" Len said, now
kneeling behind Thad, with his head very low, intent upon
watching all the action.

So as not to obstruct his friend's line of vision, Thad kept his
thighs spread as he stroked his long, hard cock slowly in and out
of Len's wife. She bumped and twisted. She moaned.

Her cunt reached for each thrust of Thad's horny organ, seeming
to gulp at it and pull it deeply into her rippling flesh. He
increased the tempo of his strokes.

"Man, that's fucking!" Len cried, giggling obscenely as he pulled
at his own stubby cock.

Thad rammed Len's wife so fiercely that the jolts made her tits
shake like satin sacks filled with pudding. She moaned and
squirmed. She clawed at Thad's back.

He rocked her to a throbbing, panting orgasm, then pulled his wet
prick free. He hadn't come yet.

After helping the groggy woman to her feet, he gave her a shove
and she pitched forward across the arm of an upholstered chair.
Her big ass stuck into the air, quivering.

Thad yanked her buttocks apart and swabbed his wet cockhead up
and down the groove between the lush mounds, across the brown,
crinkly indentation of her anus.

"Not there!" Len cried, staring. "You'll HURT her!"

"Oh shit, no!" Thad replied. "She loves to get her ass screwed!
Don't you, baby?"

"Yes, I love it!" Mae said, her voice partially muffled by the
chair-seat. "Stick your cock up my asshole! NOWWWW!"

Clutching the trunk of his cock with one hand while he held her
buttocks apart with the tips of his other fingers, he let her
husband watch while he twisted his wet, bulging glans against her
converging anal puckers.

"Oooooh, God!" Len moaned, as if in religious rapture. "I never
hoped to see this!"

He watched his wife's asshole blossom to the thrust of Thad's
prick. A rim of rosy inner membrane was exposed, spreading wider
and wider, and she moaned loudly-whether in pain or in lust, the
men couldn't tell; perhaps it was both. Her asshole seemed to
gobble up Thad's relentlessly penetrating cockhead until,
unbelievably to Len, she had warmly enveloped the entire knob.

Thad bared his teeth and grunted as he pushed deeper into her
ass.

"Ooooh, sweet mother of God!" Len groaned, stroking his own
pecker wildly as he watched Thad's rod sink inch by inch into
Mae's rectum.

After Thad had given her about half his length, he began to
stroke. He continued to hold her buttocks apart as he pumped
slowly in and out of her anus, moving only an inch or so each
way. Her rosy ring unfurled each time he withdrew, then rolled
inward with his thrusts.

He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and he spanked their
flanks lightly, chuckling, as he fucked up and down in between
her vibrating mounds.

"AAAARRRRGH!" Len rasped, and his prick spurted in the circle of
his hand, sending long arcs of semen looping into the air to
splatter down onto the rug.

Thad fucked Mae's asshole faster. Her bottom bobbed above the
chair's arm as she writhed and moaned heatedly. Thad reached
underneath his stroking rod to fondle the hard protrusion of her
clit.

"OOOOH ... OOOOH ... FUCK MY FILTHY ASS!" she cried, and came.

Thad pulled his stained prick from her. It flipped straight up
and shot towering spurts of joy-juice into the air. They dropped
wetly onto Mae's back and onto her blonde head, while she kept
writhing and moaning, rubbing her tingling clit against the arm
of the chair.

Only Thad could see the huddled figure of the Carpenters' child,
peeping at the lascivious scene from the stair landing. It
pleased him to think that she had watched it all. Education of
all kinds was good for children, he believed.

"Do you really have to leave town? " Len asked him later, as they
stood with Mae at the front door.

"Yes, I must. The cause of our church must be advanced, and
Sister Marcella has found a new location for us. I must join her
and make the arrangements."

"You mean, make her, don't you?" Mae challenged, sounding no
longer like the strait-laced, pious prude she had been when Thad
had come to town.

"Mae, you know better than to speak in those terms," he said
stiffly. "We don't make one another in this faith."

Her only reply was a jealous pout.

"Aaw, honey, we can get along just fine now!" her husband opined,
nibbling at her ear.

"That's the idea," Thad said, and smiled. "I'll see you at the
church tomorrow, Len, and well put the books and papers in order.
But for now, why don't you and Mae trot on upstairs and have
yourselves a good, old-fashioned fuck?"

"It will be good," Len promised, "but it won't be old-fashioned.
No, sir. Never again."

As Thad turned to leave, Mae pressed against him. "Thanks, Thad,"
she murmured into his ear. "And I'm sorry for what I just said."

He gave her an affectionate pat on the bottom.

He felt proud of himself as he drove home.

Chapter EIGHT

Thad entered his house quietly, hoping not to rouse Edna. He'd
had enough fucking for one day-and he didn't want to fight,
either.

He undressed in the dark living room and crept silently to the
bedroom which he and Edna shared. It was his hope, however, that
their bad scene that afternoon had caused her to move to the
guest room-or, better yet, had prompted her to walk out.

But he had no such luck.

He saw the outline of her form in his bed as he approached it. He
stood for a few moments, looking down at her, the moonlight
touching her soft cheek and imparting to her red hair an even
more delicate, silken quality than usual. Her eyes were shut as
she lay partially curled on her side. It was evident that she
wore nothing under the sheet.

Thad circled the bed soundlessly, lay the sheet back with care,
and hesitated. Edna's titties looked particularly luscious lying
one atop the other. The red curls at the base of her belly were
barely visible as she had her knees raised.

Thad took hold of his cock. It was soft as an oyster.

No, he assured himself, I DON'T want to wake her up. We've had
our last tussle, Edna and I.

But the bed creaked as he climbed into it, and he had scarcely
pulled the sheet up before she awoke. "So you came home to me ...
" she murmured, and snuggled up to him.

Why can't she still be mad? he thought.

Her hand found his penis and curled warmly around the soft shape.

"Damn it, Edna, I'm tired!" he told her.

"From what?" she asked, her tone innocent enough. But he knew
what she suspected, and he decided that was just as well. In
fact, he would tell her the truth.

"Okay, so I was with another woman," he said. "Now, go back to
sleep."

"The hell I will!" she said, and sat up. "When the day comes that
another woman can take all the starch out of you, and I can't put
it back, I'll turn in my membership card as a female!"

"Ooh, for God's sake, Edna!" he groaned.

Undaunted, she swung astride him and smiled down. Her hair was
sexily mussed. "Who was it this time, baby?" she asked, wiggling
her cunt against his flaccid cock and balls.

"You know I never tell tales."

"But you fuck tails, don't you?" she lewdly retorted.

"Damned right!" he snapped, angry now. "And you should have seen
me tonight, girl! I fucked that hot bitch up one side and then
the other! I made her come three times!"

"You devil!" Edna obviously was trying hard not to get mad.

"The reason I did it was because you started giving me a bad
time. I don't take that from any woman. Now get off!"

"I want you, Thad," she murmured.

"Well, you can feel I've got nothing."

"I know how to work miracles," she said, and backed up.

"Even your hot mouth won't do it this time, baby! I'm bushed!"

Sitting astride his legs, Edna bent forward, letting her titties
hang in the moonlight. She bent farther, all the way down,
obscuring her breasts from his view. He watched her lift his soft
penis and saw her glistening rosy tongue come out.

"Please, Edna, for God's sake!" he begged.

As if she hadn't even heard him, she began to lick his cock.

It would have served her right if I hadn't washed after I got out
of Mae, he thought. The taste of shit would have turned her off.

But maybe not, he mused, recalling the many times she had licked
his asshole. He wondered if she would do it now.

He squirmed, flopping his penis away from her mouth, and rolled
onto his belly.

"So you want a little of that-huh, mister?" she purred. "Well,
I'm not too proud! You know that, darling."

She stretched his buttocks apart and pressed her face between
them. As her tongue began to swab his sensitive anus, trickling
saliva into it, Thad became afraid that he couldn't hold out.

He shoved his ass upward and wiggled it, grinding his asshole
against her hot tongue. She pushed, breaking through the elastic
ring, and her tongue slithered in and out of his aperture.

His cock began to harden against the bed.

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "If you have to lick something, go
back to my pecker!"

Edna raised her head. "Your ass tastes so good, I don't want to
leave it! You must have just shitted, huh?"

"It was several hours ago," he said. "But," he added,
remembering, "the John was short of paper."

"Well, you're pretty clean now!" Edna announced proudly.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at her.

"Ah-ha!" she said, grasping his cock. "You've got lead in your
pencil, after all!"

"Edna, we're through, damn it! Can't you get that into your
fuck-crazy head?"

"We'll never be through," she told him. "You just think on that,
Thaddeus!"

She bowed her red head and began to suck his bristling cock.

He lay back and tried to enjoy it. He didn't have to try very
hard. Edna's encircling lips, which glided silkily up and down on
his rod along with her stroking tongue, reminded him that she was
the best cocksucker he had come across in Centerville. She made
an art out of it, which put her a notch above Mae and the others.

She bobbed her head slowly, enveloping his cock until her mouth
was very low on his shaft, then she stroked her encircling lips
all the way up across his corona, reversed directions, and dived
again. Steadily, relentlessly, she sucked and tongue-stroked his
quivering prick until he couldn't think about anything except how
wonderful it felt.

Finally she raised her head all the way and smiled at him in the
dim light. "Take me with you, Thad," she said.

"I can't!"

"You can if you want to ... and I know you really want to. You're
just fucking stubborn, that's all. Well, baby, I can be stubborn,
too!"

She bowed her head once again and resumed sucking his cock.

"Edna, cut it out!" he rasped.

She kept slowly pumping her mouth up and down on his rod.

He slapped her.

She raised her head and blinked at him, her cheek turning rosy.
"Don't do that!" she said, and her eyes flashed.

"Then leave me the hell alone."

"But you've got a goddamned hard-on!"

"So what? It'll relax when I fall asleep."

"Sleep? You could sleep now?"

"Just try me."

"Well, shirt" she said.

"Yeah."

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Edna cried.

"Get it out of your system."

"Oh, how I wish I could!" she told him hatefully. "I wish I could
shit all over you!"

She climbed off the bed and went padding through the dark
house-looking for a drink, Thad assumed. He had known her to hit
the bottle when things went wrong.

He grasped his hard cock and stroked it a few times, wondering if
he should jack off. But he was too tired. He turned onto his side
and tried to relax.

Edna came running back into the room.

"Marcella, huh?" she cried, waving the Mail-gram at him. She had
found it in his pants, which he carelessly had left in the living
room.

"Give me that!" he demanded, leaping from the bed.

"Sure!" Edna threw it at him. "I read the name of the town where
she is, and the name of the people she's staying with! If you go
to her, I'll find you!"

"You fucking bitch!" he snarled. "Don't you have any pride at
all?"

"Not where you're concerned," she said, and dropped to her knees
before him. "I just love this big, long cock of yours!" she
whined, and grasped it. It was still hard.

She caught the knob in her mouth and began to pump her head
forward and back.

What in God's name am I going to do with her? Thad wondered. If
he were a praying man, he would have prayed right then. But that
was for suckers. Not only did he not believe in prayer, he didn't
believe in God, either. He only believed in good works. He was
sincere about that. But he had worked long enough with Edna.

He slapped her again-so hard that he knocked her off his cock and
sent her sprawling onto her back.

"Oooooh, you broke my goddamned jaw!" she moaned.

"Shit!" he said, and stepped over her. He strode to the kitchen
where he kept a bottle.

He tilted the jug in the darkness and drank down several ounces.
He wiped his mouth as his throat burned.

She knows where I'm going, he thought. That means she can make
all kinds of trouble unless I fix her good!

Murder flashed through his mind.

No, he decided. Too risky. Anyway, I don't want to kill the
bitch!

Buy her off?

In a pig's ass!

SCARE her.

Mmmmm.

"Edna?" he called.

After a few moments, she appeared in the kitchen doorway,
sniveling. She could rail, and she could cry. She could run the
gamut.

She was like him-determined to get what she wanted.

But he was tougher, he believed.

He took a bread knife from a drawer, and its blade glinted in the
pale light coming in through the window. "How'd you like to have
your throat cut?" he asked.

"Thad!" Her eyes widened. "You don't mean that!"

"Maybe if I were to cut off just one titty ... " he suggested.
The liquor was beginning to take hold of him strongly, tired as
he was, and it showed in his eyes, making him look wild.

"You're crazy!" Edna said, backing off as if she really believed
it.

He advanced on her, holding the big knife in front of him. "Maybe
I am."

She turned and ran through the house to the front door. Thad
followed. She yanked the door open and, streaked, butt-naked,
into the night.

Thad shut the door and locked it. He sat down, with his back to
the door, and laughed.

Crazy, he wasn't. But a little drunk, he was. And he thought, in
his inebriated condition, that he had gotten rid of the woman. He
returned the knife to the kitchen and went back to bed.

Edna stood in the street without a stitch of clothes on and
wondered what she was going to do. She didn't dare return to
Thad-not now, at least, while he was so wild. He might really cut
off her tit-or worse, if anything could be worse than for a
young, pretty woman to lose one of her titties.

She looked around. There was no one in sight.

She had friends in town, but they were all on the square side,
and she wasn't sure they would help her if she were to arrive
naked at their door around midnight.

The cops? Forget it, Charley! They would simply throw her into
the slammer ... after they had helped themselves to her goodies,
of course.

She wasn't against the idea of swapping her ass to a stranger for
assistance. But she wasn't about to give up her sweet ass and her
freedom, too.

Headlights appeared down the street, and Edna froze. She breathed
hard, her nerves tense.

Take a chancel she decided. That was what she would have to do.
But she would wait and make sure it wasn't a cop car.

She scurried in back of some bushes and watched the car approach.
As soon as it got close enough to assure her there was no shape
of cop-lights on the roof, she ran out.

The driver put on his brakes.

"For God's sake!" a man's white face said through the window.

He was middle-aged and mousy-looking, with rimless glasses and
not much hair. There was nobody else in the car.

Edna smiled. "I need help," she said simply.

The man's eyes flicked up and down her nude form. He didn't say
anything. He looked scared.

"Well, will you help me or not?" she asked amiably.

"Wh-what's the matter?"

"My man threw me out."

"Just like that?"

"You can see, can't you?"

"Yeah, I can see all right," he said, and a little gleam came to
his eyes.

"Do you like me?" Edna asked, deciding to play her top card.

Fear arose again. "Lady, I'm a married man!"

"Shit, what difference does that make?" she asked.

"G-get in."

Edna ran around to the other side of the car and slid in beside
the mousy fellow. Right up against him, in fact. She put her hand
in his crotch.

His throat made a rattling sound.

"Well, drive!" Edna demanded.

"Yeah. I guess I'd better." His voice was already getting raspy
with lust. And that wasn't the only symptom that appeared. His
cock was stiffening, also.

Edna unzipped his pants.

"Ooh, God ... don't!" he bleated. "Not right here ... while we're
... driiiiiivinnnnng!"

His cock was sticking up nude, and she was stroking it. The car
weaved, threatening to run onto a sidewalk.

Edna took her hand away from him. "Watch where you're going, for
Christ's sake!"

"Well, then ... don't ... don't ... do what you were doing."

Edna giggled. "You've got a pretty sensitive pecker."

He groaned again, writhing, and she thought he might shoot off.
But he didn't.

"Do you live here in town?" Edna asked.

"No. My wife and I are visiting her mother. We're on vacation."

"Shit, that's some lousy vacation-visiting your mother-in-law!"

"I know it," he said.

"Well, let's see if we can't liven your vacation up a little."
Edna was beginning to enjoy the situation. The guy was such a
square! It would be fun to play with him and watch his eyes pop.
It would be a good way to get back at Thad, also.

"There's an all-night store over on Center Street," Edna said.

"Yeah, that's where I'm coming from. Mother Frisbee needed some
warm milk to put her to sleep."

Edna laughed. "No shit! And you got dressed to go out and get it?
I don't believe you, Fred!"

"My name is Harvey."

"I'm Edna. Turn around and go back to that store, will you?"

"Why?" He blinked at her, trying not to look at her bare breasts.

"Because I need some clothes-or hadn't you noticed? They sell
blouses and pants there. Oh, and get me some panties too, will
you? I don't wear a bra."

"I ... I can't walk into a store and ask for girls' panties!"

"You don't have to ask for them! Just pick them up. Pink ... blue
... white ... any color's okay." Her eyes twinkled.

"B-but what will the clerk think of me, buying girls' stuff?"

"Hell think you're a swinger, Harvey! Now wouldn't you like
that?"

He slowed the car to a crawl. "Where are we going?"

"To the fucking store, Harvey!" she snapped.

"Ooh, I've never heard a girl use words like that!" he said, his
cock twitching. It remained super-stiff.

"Say, how long since you've had a good piece?" Edna asked.

"I ... well ... my wife and I do it."

"Is it good?" Edna purred, cuddling him.

"No!" he blurted.

"I'll give it to you good," she promised.

"Where?" he begged.

"Get the clothes first."

Harvey turned the car around.

"My wife and Mother Frisbee are expecting me," he said, worried.

"Fuck them!" Edna replied.

"The way you talk!"

"Don't you think you'd better stuff your cock back into your
pants?" Edna suggested. "I'd do it, except I'm afraid it would
make you too excited."

"It ... it's still stiff!" Harvey moaned, glancing down.

"Why is that? I'm not doing anything to it."

"Yes, but you're naked!"

"And naked girls really turn you on, hmmm?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, think pure thoughts, because you're going to have to get
out of the car in a minute. And park somewhere in back, where
it's dark. But I guess I don't have to tell you that."

He drove to the far side of the store's parking lot and stopped
where a large tree shielded the car from the only overhead light.
No other cars were parked nearby at that late hour.

Harvey wrestled his penis back into his clothes, though it
remained pretty stiff. He squirmed uncomfortably and said, "This
is embarrassing."

"Don't take all day in the store," Edna said. "If a cop car comes
around, I'll get busted for sure."

"Okay ... okay." Harvey started to get out, then stopped. "A
blouse, pants and panties. What sizes?"

Edna told him.

For a second time he started to get out and stopped. "Hey, wait a
minute! I'm going to have to pay for those clothes."

"Afraid so, Harvey. I don't have any money on me."

"Well ... heck! That's going to be eight or ten dollars, maybe
more."

"I'll make it worth your while," Edna promised.

He looked into her green eyes. "Really?" Though he was in his
mid-forties, he seemed as insecure as a high school sophomore.

"Yes! Really! Now get the lead out, will you?"

He got out of the car, took a step away and turned back. Edna had
the feeling that he was worried about leaving her in his car, for
fear she might drive off with it. He had put the keys in his
pocket, though.

Maybe, she speculated whimsically, he was afraid to let her out
of his sight, for fear he might wake up and never see her again.

Without saying anything, he turned back toward the store and
walked to it. Edna did some serious thinking while he was gone.
By the time he returned, she had a scheme mapped out.

Slightly red-faced, Harvey handed the store bag to her. "I never
want to go through that again!" he said as he got into the car.
"Buying girls' panties! You should have seen the way that kid
looked at me!"

"Thanks, Harvey."

"The stuff came to thirteen ninety-five."

"Thanks, again." Edna threw the bag onto the back seat.

"Well, aren't you going to put the clothes on?"

"Not quite yet." She snuggled up to Harvey.

"Heyyyy ... " he protested huskily. But he didn't push her away.

"You were afraid about not getting your money's worth," she said.
"Do you figure a blow job is worth thirteen dollars? "

"A b-blow job?" he echoed stupidly, as if he didn't know what she
meant.

Could he be that dumb? Yes, he could be, Edna decided.

"I'm offering to suck your cock," she whispered in his ear.

"Okay!" he responded eagerly. "But we can't do it here! You said
yourself that the cops might come around."

"You can keep watch for them while my head is down," Edna
replied, and she unzipped his trousers once more.

She found his organ semi-hard when she hauled it out and a few
quick strokes of her hand completed the process. He watched her
titties tremble.

"Ooh, God!" he husked, squirming. "My wife never did that, even
when we were first married."

"What? Give you a blow job?"

"No! Play with me the way you're doing."

"But she does give you blow jobs, huh?" Edna's eyes sparkled in
the dim light.

"Are you kidding? I n-never had my ... cock ... sucked by
anyone!"

"Oooooh, poor baby ... !" Edna cooed, and wriggled sensuously as
she bowed her head to his lap.

"Aaaaah!" he exhaled sharply when her tongue touched his prick.

She chuckled softly and licked all over the quivering pinkish
bulb of his pecker.

"Keep watching for the cops now, Harvey," she warned, her lips
brushing his slippery glans.

He didn't say anything. He was holding his breath.

When Edna clasped the knob of his penis in her warm, wet mouth,
he audibly exhaled again. One of his hands went into her tousled
red hair and the other reached underneath her bent body to grasp
a soft, springy-firm breast. She began to suck him while slowly
bobbing her head.

"Aaaaw ... gosh!" he exclaimed, again acting like a
sixteen-year-old.

Edna pumped her sucking mouth more rapidly on his dong, not
wishing to prolong the act. He writhed excitedly and began
bouncing on the car-seat.

Edna's head bumped the steering wheel, but she kept going. She
sucked his cock as heatedly as she could and was not surprised
that in less than ten seconds his firm tube quivered between her
lips.

"AAAWWWGH!" he rasped pleasurably, and his spasming glans jetted
man-cream along her tongue and into her throat.

She gulped and gurgled, continuing to suck him, and he spurted
again and again. One of his hands continued to clutch her head,
the other her titty. Her nipple was firm against his palm.

As soon as she was sure he was through shooting, she swallowed
the last of his jism, raised her head a little, and licked his
penis clean. Then she sat up and smiled.

Harvey leaned back against the car seat, his mouth open and his
eyes shut. He was breathing hard.

"Was that good?" she asked unnecessarily.

"Wowww!" he said.

"All right. Now let's drive."

Edna reached over the seat for the bag of clothes, her tits
trembling.

"Wh-where do you want me to drive you?" Harvey asked, still in a
blissful stupor.

"Ever heard of a town called Jasper Junction? It's across the
state line."

"What?" Harvey came back to life, sitting straight up and staring
at her.

"If you don't know where it is, well stop at a gas station and
ask the way." She shook the pink panties he had purchased and
stuck her feet into them.

"But I can't drive you to the next state!"

"Sure you can!" Edna pulled the panties up, twisting on the seat.
Her tits jiggled.

"But my wife ... !"

Edna leaned and kissed him on the mouth, her moist tongue
slithering between his lips. She licked sensuously in and out of
his mouth while squirming against him, letting him feel her
active, stiff-nippled breasts.

When she took her lips from his, she murmured, "Harvey, we'll
have a great time! Well fuck and fuck! Don't you want to fuck
me?"

"God, yes!" he exclaimed.

"Then drive me to Jasper Junction."

Harvey was caught on the horns of the greatest dilemma that had
faced him in a long time. If he had been a little younger, or
possibly a little older, he would have resolved it by tossing
Edna out of the car and returning to his wife and her mother. But
he was at the "dangerous" age, conscious of all he had missed and
aware that time was fleeting. And he could still feel the vacuum
of Edna's warm, clasping lips around the head of his cock, giving
him a kind of pleasure he had never known before. He wanted to
experience it again ... and more besides.

While she squirmed into her new pants and blouse, he started the
car and drove to the exit of the parking lot.

"I think there's a gas station just down the street," he said.

Edna smiled.

Chapter NINE

"I wonder what my wife and Mother Frisbee are thinking," Harvey
fretted as his car hurtled along the interstate highway, Edna
comfortably cuddled at his side.

"Forget them," she advised. "You're entitled to do what you
want."

"Yes, but what if they notify the police? They're liable to put
out one of those APB's. And when I go back to my wife, what can I
tell her?"

Edna yawned and ran her fingers through her red hair. "Do like
they do in the movies-pretend you had amnesia."

"You think that would work?" he asked anxiously as he looked at
her in the dim glow from the instrument panel.

"How the shit do I know?" Edna replied, and changed the subject:
"Are we getting close to a town?"

"The last mileage sign said there's a town about ten miles
ahead."

"Let's stop there for the night."

Harvey squirmed. "I ought to drive you, straight through."

"But you'd rather stop at the motel, wouldn't you?" she asked,
enjoying the situation again.

"Sure." He gave her a shy grin. She couldn't shake the notion
that he was a balding, bespectacled, 45-year-old kid who, though
he'd been married for twenty-five years, didn't know much about
girls. That was some kind of tribute to his wife, Edna mused
wryly.

She patted him on the thigh. "Don't worry about what you're going
to tell the little woman. After we've been together for a few
days, you just may decide to tell her to get lost."

"B-but I'm only going to drive you to Jasper Junction. Even if we
stay at a motel for the rest of the night, I'll have you there by
the middle of the day tomorrow, and I'll be back in Centerville
tomorrow night."

"Oh, will you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Say, what have you got in mind?" Harvey seemed afraid of her
again. "Don't you have a husband or a boyfriend or anything?"

"I've got a man. I told you that. But he's in Centerville."

"So why do you want to go to Jasper Junction?"

"Because that's where he's going-but not for a couple of days."

"And in the meantime?"

"It's you and me, Harvey. That is, if you decide you like what
happens tonight."

"Now, wait a minute. I can't stay away from Hazel for several
days!"

"Harvey and Hazel. That really fits, y'know?"

"I mean it! I'm just going to take you to Jasper Junction, and
that'll be it."

"But you know I don't have any money," Edna pointed out. "I can't
take care of myself until my guy shows up."

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to get back to Centerville."

"We'll see," Edna said, watching him with a wise look in her
eyes.

They had no sooner entered the motel room before she was in his
arms, rubbing against him and finding his lips with her hot
mouth. She used her slippery tongue. Her braless breasts teased
him, her nipples firming to make themselves felt through her
blouse and his shirt.

She backed up and began to open the buttons down his chest.

He didn't resist. He just kept giving her a foolish grin, having
obviously forgotten about Hazel for the time being, at least.

As soon as his shirt was gone, baring his unimpressive, lightly
fuzzed chest, 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
bump 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 rough 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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