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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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