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“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.

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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 mauvecolored
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.

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“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 pulledup,
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?”

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“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.”

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“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.

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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.