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Deep Crotch Mother

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.

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She acted as if nothing had happened, except that there was a slight catch to her
voice as she asked hoarsely, “Can you tell ... what’s wrong?”
Standing at her right side, he squeezed her left buttock, his fingers extended along
its quivery flank as his thumb pressed the fabric of her panties into the crack of her
ass. Marcella squirmed more, making her fleshy mound vibrate in his grasp.
With his other hand he pretended to tinker with the engine. But his heart wasn’t in it.
The fifty-five-year-old farmer had an iron-hard erection, such as he hadn’t enjoyed in
years.
“Can’t quite figger what’s wrong,” he said huskily as he fiddled with the carburetor.
The tips of his fingers curled around the left leg elastic of the woman’s flimsy briefs,
and he stretched the elastic toward him, at the same time gliding his hand inside her
panties. He felt her soft and springy bottom, then let his fingers glide below her
plump buttocks and into her hairy crotch. Her cunt lips were moist and pliant.
Still she acted as if he wasn’t doing anything to her, except that she was breathing
hard and continuing to squirm.
A sound told of an approaching automobile. The farmer dragged his cunt-moistened
middle finger a short distance up the narrow, deep crevice between the woman’s
satiny buttocks, and he centered on the intriguing crinkled dimple that he felt there.
The car came closer. Too involved in lust by that time to give up his lascivious plan
or even to delay it until the car had passed, the rural lecher twisted his slippery finger
at the woman’s forbidden aperture and ... pop! Up her hot, tight asshole his
impetuous probe glided.
“Ooooooo ... !” Marcella moaned, and she bumped her bottom against his plunging
finger, causing it to sink even deeper into her ass.
The car full of teenagers who were approaching saw the couple bent forward across
the fender of the stalled car. The two boys and their Saturday afternoon dates were
curious and looked closely. Though they approached the stalled car at forty miles an
hour and quickly swept by, the glimpse that they got of the man in overalls and the
youngish, well-built woman was frozen in their minds and memories like a snapshot:
Her skirt hiked by the man’s arm ... her pink panties askew, his hand inside them ...
his finger between her buttocks, the panties having been stretched sideways enough
to reveal the finger sinking in as it twisted, going right up the lady’s ass!
Not far down the road, the teenagers pulled off into a grove of scrubby trees and
made out, all four in the car together.
Meanwhile, back at the side of the highway, Marcella twisted her ass while the
farmer’s finger corkscrewed in her delightfully tight, elastic orifice. Her rubber ring
clutched his finger and rippled across his knuckles as he pumped in and out.
“Hellfire!” he finally said, and pulled his finger from her asshole with a sucking pop.
He let her panties snap back into place, and her skirt fell to cover them. “I can’t fix
this blinkin’ car of yours, but I’ll drive you into town.”
“Thank you ... very much!” Marcella panted. Her face was flushed.
“Ride in the cab with me and let the kids get in the back of the truck,” he said, and
hurried to his vehicle, keeping his front turned away from her and the children so that
they wouldn’t see the tent in his overalls.
He scrambled behind the steering wheel and, while waiting for Marcella to join him,
grasped himself through the loose-fitting garment and happily stroked his vibrant
bone, which made him feel like a youth again. He stopped stroking, but still had a
splendid hard-on when the woman climbed into the cab.
He nervously put the truck into motion and gave her a tobacco-stained grin. “You
ain’t from around these parts, are you?” he asked.
“No. My children and I have been on the road, searching for a sign from the Lord.”
The farmer did a double take.
“I now believe I have the sign,” Marcella added with a smile that seemed to emanate
from her deepest being. “What’s the name of the town just ahead?”
“Jasper Junction. Ain’t much of a town, though.”
“That’s all right. It’s where the Lord wants me to settle. Otherwise He wouldn’t have
stopped my car.”
“Funny, I didn’t figger you for a religious woman,” the farmer said, and squirmed
uncomfortably. His hard-on persisted.
“Religion is my whole life, Mister uuh ... ”
“Floyd Wilcox.”
“I’m Marcella Plummer, first deaconness of the Church of Holy and Mysterious
Revelation. Our founder and pastor, Thaddeus Polk, sent me out in search of a site
for a new congregation. He will be happy to know that the Lord has pointed one out
to me. Aren’t you happy also, Mr. Wilcox?” she exclaimed, and gripped his thigh
through his overalls.

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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.

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“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.

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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 peepee
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.

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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
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This was something else that Beth didn’t understand. If it was good for a boy to suck
his mama’s titties, why wasn’t it all right for a girl?
Marcella drew her moist nipple from Timmy’s eager mouth and stuffed her dry one
in. She shut her eyes and squirmed voluptuously.
Her hand stole down underneath the bedclothes and found her young son’s cock,
which was sticking out the front of his jammies. How stiff his little pecker was! It stuck
up much higher than a man’s .
Timmy sucked all the harder at his mother’s big, rubbery nipple as she rolled his
foreskin up and down across the ridge of his cock. He loved it when she did that.
Marcella worked her other hand between her own wide thighs, and she glided her
middle finger between the already-lathered lips of her cunt. She sawed her finger in
and out, across the throbbing tip of her clitty, while her son sucked and pawed at her
breasts with unashamed ardor.
Beth rolled over and faced the other way, tired of watching her mother and brother
having fun with each other while she was left out in the cold. She couldn’t help
feeling resentful. She felt kind of funny down between her legs, but also being tired it
wasn’t long before she dropped off to sleep.
Her mother and brother didn’t notice. They were too engrossed with each other, she
slowly rolling and unrolling his snugly elastic foreskin along his stubby, slender stalk
while he sucked at her breasts as if he were an infant once again. He champed
noisily, tugging at and stretching first one of her plump, lengthy nipples and then the
other. His eyes were shut in rapture.
Marcella lazily pumped two fingers in and out of her lathered cunt, not wanting to
rush to a climax but striving to keep the good sensations going.
She murmured to her son, “What a beautiful, loving boy you are! You like to suck
Mama’s titties, don’t you? And Mama likes it, too. It’s what you are supposed to do,
darling. It’s part of the Lord’s plan.
“Mmmmmm! Your little cock seems to be getting bigger every day. Soon it’ll start
getting hair around it, and then Mama won’t be able to pet you like this any more. It
wouldn’t be right.”
“Oooooh, Mama, never stop playing with my pecker!” Timmy begged as he pulled his
mouth from the big rosy nipple he’d been sucking. He stared at the wetly gleaming
stem of champable, suckable flesh, with the hairline slit at the end of it. The stem
was surrounded by a firm and pebbly disk as rosy as the jutting part of the nipple.

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“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 ...

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Chapter THREE

Marcella arose when the first light of morning flooded into the room. Her children
were still sound asleep, and she shut the drape on the window so that the light
wouldn’t disturb them. Wrapping a robe around her nakedness, she went to the
bathroom across the hall and relieved herself. Then she brushed her teeth and
combed her auburn hair, which tumbled in glistening waves around her shoulders.
Floyd and his wife were having breakfast when she walked to the kitchen.
“Hmph!” was all the plump, dowdy, gray-haired woman said in response to
Marcella’s cheery greeting, and she got up from the table to march out of the room.
“I guess your wife resents my being here,” Marcella observed sadly to the farmer,
who was stuffing eggs and fried potatoes into his mouth.
“Don’t pay no mind to her,” he replied, and wiped his lips on a napkin as he stared at
the enticing swells in the front of Marcella’s robe.
“Well, I would feel better about everything if she liked me.”
“You just concentrate on makin’ me like you, honey,” Floyd said, and reached for
her.
His arm looped around her middle and he drew her close to his chair. His bony
fingers parted the edges of her robe, spilling out her lush, rosy-nippled breasts.
She had to hold onto the temporary home which the Lord had provided for herself
and her children. That was part of His plan. And so she let the farmer clutch and lift
one of her large, squidgy tits, directing its nipple to his lips.
He groaned and fastened his hungry mouth around her inviting spigot. He sucked
much more strongly than Timmy had done.
“Unnnnnnh ... “ Marcella breathed, annoyed because the farmer was so demanding
but she couldn’t help enjoying the feel of his tugging lips and lapping tongue.
His hand rolled her other breast and roughly bounced it up and down.
“Mr. Wilcox, it’s ... uh ... early in the morning!” she said plaintively.

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“I woke up with a hard-on!” he panted after pulling his mouth from her breast. “I
couldn’t think about nothin’ else but you!”
He pulled Marcella’s robe open all the way down, and he stared at her auburn muff.
Groaning again, he bowed his shaggy gray head, driving his face into the abundant
hairy triangle at the base of her belly.
Marcella thought about his wife, who had gone back to the bedroom but might return
at any moment. However, if the Lord required that Marcella submit to the woman’s
husband, in order to have a place for herself and her children to stay, she was
prepared to do so. Sometimes adultery was permitted, the leader of her church had
taught her, and this seemed to be one of the times when the Lord was telling her it
was all right.
She spread her legs and squatted slightly, making her warm, soft-lipped cunt
accessible to Floyd’s demanding mouth. He plunged his tongue into the meaty feast
she offered, obviously preferring it to the eggs and bacon on his plate.
“Ooooooh!” Marcella breathed heavily, and worked her hips in a circle while still
squatting. Floyd’s tongue reamed her elastic orifice and drew into his mouth the
highly flavorful produce of several days’ sexual stimulation.
The middle-aged farmer got carried away, and he clutched the plump cheeks of
Marcella’s ass, his hands underneath her robe. He yanked hard on her spongy
pillows and squeezed them, crushing her plushy, moist snatch against his mouth. He
shamelessly sucked and tongued her tangy-tasting cunt.
Marcella began humping uncontrollably, her bare knockers bobbling up and down.
She panted. Her spread-legged, bent-kneed pose was getting uncomfortable, and
she wished that Floyd would sit her on the table.
But either he didn’t think of that or he didn’t want to interrupt his eating for even a
moment. Marcella settled more and more into his hands as he held the cheeks of her
ass. His fingertips were between the spread, satiny mounds, tickling very close to
her anus. Marcella thought of how he had stuck a finger right up her asshole while
they were out on the road, and she kind of wished he would do that again. But in the
meantime, his tongue in her cunny felt very good.
(The Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at His direction.)
Floyd rotated his hoary head, his hair tickling the inner surfaces of her smooth
thighs. But she hardly noticed that, because of the wild things his tongue was doing
in her cunt. No man had ever eaten her quite so well or so thoroughly or had seemed
to enjoy the feast quite so much.

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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:

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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.

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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.

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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 inchby-
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.

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“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!

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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 midair.
Her buttocks vibrated wildly. Up and down between them the man’s long, stiff
lovemaker pumped, sinking into her rectum again and again.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.”

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“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?”

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“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.

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“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 arebecause
if you loved him alone, you wouldn’t want another man to lick you between
the legs.”
“Ooooh, Pastor!” She bashfully shut her eyes.

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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!”

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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 rockhard
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.

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His balls churned. He felt the heat rising from them. Through his twitching, lipencircled
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.

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“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!

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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.

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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, ironhard
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

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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.”

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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-thanthou
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.”

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'Indian Wife Auction for Good Cause' is an original work, that was never completed as far as I know. The story was posted in multiple forums but is incomplete evrywhere.

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“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
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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.

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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.”
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“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.”

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“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.

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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 ... ”

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“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 smalltown
religious zealot.

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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
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“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 threeinch
advantage. He took pleasure in realizing that he had pushed far deeper into
Mae’s man-loving cunt than her husband had ever gone.

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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 twathuh,
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!”

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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 rosyknobbed
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 ...

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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 itand
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.

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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.
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“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
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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 loudlywhether
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,
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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.

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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.

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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
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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 tonguestroked
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!”

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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!”

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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!”

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“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!”

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“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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.”

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“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.”

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“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’sfew
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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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 illdisguised
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.

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“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, pantyclad
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.

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“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!”

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“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.

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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.

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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.”

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“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 thempushing
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.

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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.