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The juices in her cunt gushed. Her body throbbed. She sucked her
son’s erect heatedly, rubbing her fingers across her button and
between her slithering cuntlips. Good God! She knew it was a sin. She
knew it. But she couldn’t cease with her son’s honey,
unfermented body piercing her angle cried out for satisfaction.
had ever eaten her quite so well or so thoroughly or had seemed to
enjoy the feast quite so much.
Plummer, first deaconess of the Church of Holy and Mysterious
Revelation was on a mission to search of a site for a new
congregation assigned by her pastor, Thaddeus Polk.
series of somewhat fortunate events, she met a married middle-aged
farmer who freely 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.
Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at His
can you figure out what’s wicked with it?" twelve-year-old
Timmy asked as his mother inclined over the fender of their ancient
Ford and stared at the engine.
said the lad’s duplicate sis, Beth. "Let Mom think."
sensing the approach of a vehicle along the back-country road, bent a
bit farther and elevated her hips. The wind, which had been gusting
across the prairie, dipped underneath her loose skirt and billowed it
up above her bottom.
approaching utility got a sharp, surprising view of her benevolent
bum, which packed and dilated the transparent fabric of her pastel
panties. Her thighs gleamed, pale and beautify, above gartered
stockings. Rubber screeched.
waggled her bottom, causing her buttocks to wobble in her panties.
The pink nylon shimmered in the late-afternoon sun. The crotch bed of
her underpants pressed against the abundant softness of her ass.
she pushed her skirt downwards and turned to face the tenant in his
rattletrap truck which had descend to a skidding break beside her.
His grizzly eyes glinted and a grin came to his worn face as he gazed
at the pretty woman in her late twenties. She wore no makeup except
for a pinch of lipstick, and she had a sassy and nourishing dimension
that contrasted with her voluptuous figure. The breeze aroused her
auburn hair against a cheek as she smiled almost bashfully.
seem to have some car trouble," she said in a confectionery
expression. "I wonder ... ”
middle-aged farmer licked his cadaverous lips. "Want me to take
a look at it? I’m pretty great with engines."
would you? I’d be ever so glad!"
Just let me pull off the road."
guided his truck to a stop on the margin in front of the stalled car,
and he walked back, a lanky figure in bib overalls.
just stopped," Marcella said, and gave a minuscule shrug. The
bulky bulbs which filled her blouse shifted in a clear way, making it
abundantly clear that she wore no bra.
plump nipples imprinted themselves on the bare color fabric .
see now ..." the farmer said, and bent to look at the engine.
close to him, Marcella bent forward also. His corrupt side-glance
took in the gymnastics model of her breasts. She wriggled slightly,
exploiting her tittyflesh to shake.
farmer cleared his throat. A quick look told him that the woman’s
kids were playing at the back of the car and that there was no
traffic approaching on the road.
reached up underneath her skirt and grabbed a handful of her
acted as if nada had happened, except that there was a lean catch to
her voice as she asked hoarsely, "Can you tell... what’s
at her compensate view, he squeezed her left buttock, his fingers
lengthened along its quivery formation as his moulding pressed the
fabric of her panties into the crack of her ass. Marcella squirmed
more, making her overweight construction sway in his influence.
his remaining hand he pretended to experimenter with the engine. But
his bravery wasn’t in it.
fifty-five-year-old farmer had an iron-hard erection, such as he
hadn’t enjoyed in life.
quite figure what’s wrong," he said huskily as he fiddled
with the carburettor.
tips of his fingers coiled around the left leg whippy of the woman’s
thin underpants, and he stretched the elastic toward him, at the same
indication soaring his hand inside her panties. He felt her soft and
springy bottom, then let his fingers glide beneath her plump bum and
into her hairy crotch. Her cunt lips were moist and impressionable.
she acted as if he wasn’t doing anything to her, except that
she was breathing hard and continuing to squirm.
sensation told of an approaching automobile. The farmer dragged his
cunt moistened mid finger a short distance up the bare, abysmal
crack between the woman’s silky bum, and he concentrated on the
provocative wavy dimple that he felt there.
came closer. Too engaged in lust by that moment to free up his
lustful plan or plane to wait until the car had passed, the arcadian
deviant twisted his slithery finger at the woman’s
impermissible aperture and ... pop! Up her hot, clenched asshole his
impetuous penetration glided.
...!" Marcella moaned, and she bumped her bottom against his
plunging fingerbreadth, causing it to settle even deeper into her
filled with teenagers who were approaching saw the duo bowed forward
across the fender of the stalled car. The two boys and their Saturday
farewell dates were nosey and looked intimately. Tho' they approached
the stalled car at forty miles an hour and speedily swept by, the
glimpse that they got of the man in overalls and the youngish,
well-built woman was rooted in their minds and memories similar to a
skirt hiked by the man’s arm... her pink panties askew, his
hand inside them... his finger between her bum, the panties having
been stretched obliquely enough to pass the finger sinking in as it
twisted, aiming straight up the lady’s ass!
down the road, the teenagers pulled off into a plantation of stunted
trees and made out, all four in the car unitedly.
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.
he finally said, and pulled his finger from her asshole with a
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.”
you ... very much!” Marcella panted. Her face was flushed.
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
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.
nervously put the truck into motion and gave her a tobacco-stained
grin. “You ain’t from around these parts, are you?”
My children and I have been on the road, searching for a sign from
farmer did a double take.
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.”
all right. It’s where the Lord wants me to settle. Otherwise He
wouldn’t have stopped my car.”
I didn’t figure you for a religious woman,” the farmer
said, and squirmed uncomfortably. His hard-on persisted.
is my whole life, Mister uuh...”
Marcella Plummer, first deaconess 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
glanced quickly at her.
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.
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.
Lord!” Marcella exclaimed, shutting her eyes as she wriggled.
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.
pecker stuck straight up in his overalls as he petted the pretty
woman’s cunt through her sleek silken pants.
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
Floyd said again, and stretched the left elastic of her panties once
more, this time away from her cunt.
nooo-not hellfire!” she passionately corrected. “It is
the power of the Lord!”
by what he was hearing, but even more impressed by what he felt,
Floyd tickled her hairy cuntlips with his middle finger.
she hissed hotly, and threw her hips forward with a corkscrew twist.
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.
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.
you ... take me in ... Mr. Wilcox?” she asked gaspingly.
don’t know ... “ he said, breathing hard. “Ain’t
got much room.”
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.
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.
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 marvellously enticing
above the brown, expanded stocking tops. 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.
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.
he rasped. “Yeah! Keep doing it!” he begged, fearing she
would stop just before he reached the payoff.
Marcella didn’t stop. Her pumping of his prick grew even faster
and more fervent, in time with his diddling of her flooded twat.
squirmed frantically, finally crying out, “Ooooh, Jesus!”
and her cunt seemed to gulp at the farmer’s finger.
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
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.
Floyd said, still obviously finding it difficult to believe what had
happened to him out of a clear sky on that lazy summer afternoon.
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
quickly zipped his fly and stared at her. “Did you mean it
about wantin’ to move in with my wife and me?”
I certainly did!”
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
children and I can sleep in the same bed,” Marcella replied.
Why, they’s nearly teenaged, ain’t they?”
twin twelve-year-olds,” Marcella said proudly.
ain’t that a little old for a boy and girl to be bunkin’
together? Or for a boy to be
with his mama?”
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?”
He wanted us to do that!”
blinked. “How do you know?” “Because He told me so.
I am in constant communication with Him.”
...“ the farmer muttered to himself in consternation.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
turned to face them, stretched the waist elastic of her panties, and
stripped the pink silken undergarment down, exposing her dark-brown,
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
his mama’s titties gave him more pleasure than anything else in
peeled her stockings down and off, hopping from one foot to the
other, her breasts bouncing. Then she took her garter belt away.
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.
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.
it wonderful,” Marcella said, “to have a nice soft bed to
lie down in? We must thank the Lord for providing it.”
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
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.
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.
darling ...“ Marcella purred, petting her son’s head.
“Suck Mama’s titty like a nice boy.”
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.
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?”
the same answer as always: “Because the Lord doesn’t like
big girls to do that.”
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?
drew her moist nipple from Timmy’s eager mouth and stuffed her
dry one in. She shut her eyes and squirmed voluptuously.
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 .
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
murmured to her son, “What a beautiful, loving boy you are! You
like to suck
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
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 anymore. It wouldn’t be right.”
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
surrounded by a firm and pebbly disk as rosy as the jutting part of
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.”
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.
he was incapable of climax, his rapture spread throughout his body,
gradually drugging his nervous system until he was lulled into sleep.
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.
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.
gazed close-up at his redheaded little rod, illuminated by the
moonlight coming through the window, and her mouth watered.
this will give you sweet dreams, darling! she thought, and stuck out
her rosy, glistening tongue.
licked the rounded head of her son’s up-thrust penis,
delighting in the taste of it.
fingers speed up their stroking in her cunt.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
immediately lapsed into a deep sleep...
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.
and his wife were having breakfast when she walked to the kitchen.
was all the plump, dowdy, gray-haired woman said in response to
cheery greeting, and she got up from the table to march out of the
guess your wife resents my being here,” Marcella observed sadly
to the farmer, who was stuffing eggs and fried potatoes into his
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
I would feel better about everything if she liked me.”
just concentrate on makin’ me like you, honey,” Floyd
said, and reached for her.
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,
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.
groaned and fastened his hungry mouth around her inviting spigot. He
sucked much more strongly than Timmy had done.
... “ Marcella breathed, annoyed because the farmer was so
demanding but she couldn’t help enjoying the feel of his
tugging lips and lapping tongue.
hand rolled her other breast and roughly bounced it up and down.
Wilcox, it’s ... uh ... early in the morning!” she said
woke up with a hard-on!” he panted after pulling his mouth from
her breast. “I couldn’t think about nothin’ else
pulled Marcella’s robe open all the way down, and he stared at
her auburn muff.
again, he bowed his shaggy gray head, driving his face into the
abundant hairy triangle at the base of her belly.
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.
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.
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’
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
began humping uncontrollably, her bare knockers bobbling up and down.
panted. Her spread-legged, bent-kneed pose was getting uncomfortable,
and she wished that Floyd would sit her on the table.
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.
Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at His
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
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
... God in HEAV-eeennnn!” she panted, clutching Floyd by the
are you doooooo-ing to meeee?!”
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.
bottom slipped from his hands and landed on the linoleum floor with a
he cried, and leaped to his feet, overturning his chair.
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.
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!
hesitation obviously frustrated Floyd, and he clawed at his fly,
ripping down the zipper.
she cried, and tried to struggle to her feet, her titties shaking.
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.
eyes rolled. Her mouth went slack. She knew she was going to get
fucked in the mouth whether she wanted it or not.
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
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 tally hacker in his other hand, he slapped the bulb-ended
truncheon back and forth across her face, literally clubbing her with
the wild-smelling thing.
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
... nooooh ... yessss ... oooh, give it to me!” she panted.
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.
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
then Floyd’s frumpy wife appeared in the kitchen door. “Well,
I never ...!” she exclaimed, staring at the obscene sight.
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!”
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.
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
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”
seemed unconcerned about her attitude, concentrating on the pleasure
lavished on his prick.
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.
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.
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.
let his throbby nut soak in her mouth, she rolled her eyes upward to
study in response.
farmer had his eyes closed, and his mouth was agape. His upthrust
prick waggled like a semaphore across her forehead.
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.
she said, clasping his plump peckerhead in her hot mouth to suck some
bobbed forward and back, entirely of her own accord, eagerly
hellfire ...!” Floyd croaked. “I’ve gotta fuck
you!” Yes! Oh, yes! she thought.
fuck me! Fuck me good! I haven’t had a real good fucking in a
long time, and
it-even from an old codger like you! PRAISE THE LORD!
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
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
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.
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.
bulbous cockhead socked into the circle of her cuntmouth, spreading
moaned. Her cuntflesh crept claspingly forward to embrace the
fullness of his knob.
she said as the rim of her vaginal mouth settled into the groove
and his bulb throbbed inside her.
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!
me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... “ she panted, half under her
breath, sounding not at all like a church-woman.
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.
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.
his hands were full of her boobies, squeezing and rolling the
resilient masses of smooth, nipple-studded titflesh.
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.
Goddd ... oooh, glory!” she said fucking fervently with him.
thumbed her bristling nipples, making them tingle wildly as they
swelled so ruddy full of warm blood that they looked and felt as if
they were about to burst.
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.
fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck me, you old fool!” she cried,
and the farmer loved it.
lasciviously imagined his wife listening from down the hall.
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.
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.
Floyd wasn’t that good a stud. He was already nearing the point
where he would have to go for his payoff.
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.
pulled out of her sucking, clutching cunt, and his cock flipped
God ... NOOOH!” she cried. “Put it back INNNN!”
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
she moaned, writhing, her big asscheeks quivering before him.
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, please ... yes ... DOOOO it!” she panted,
thinking he was going to ram her throbbing cunt from the rear.
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.
Marcella felt his cock-tip touch the dimple of her ass, she caught
that! she thought. Oh, God, I’ve never had it THERE!
finger was all right-even fun-but a big, thick prick rammed up her
anus was bound to hurt!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
... AAAAH! PLEEEASE! OOOOH, GODDD!” the impaled woman
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
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.
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.
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.
writhed, rubbing her clit against the edge of the table as her legs
flopped in midair.
buttocks vibrated wildly. Up and down between them the man’s
long, stiff lovemaker pumped, sinking into her rectum again and
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.
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.”
you filthy man!” she screeched, and went scampering back up the
you think I’m filthy-huh, Bible-thumpin’ baby?” he
asked Marcella as he kept stroking his hot rod up her tail.
Ooooh! Yesss, you’re so FILTHY! But I ... ooooh ...“ She
began to bump. “I
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.
she used the telephone to send a mail-gram to the leader of her
religious cult, charging it to Floyd. The message read:
FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT
FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!
slim blonde girl knelt before the tall man in black robes, and she
looked up at him with her face aglow.
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
Polk looked down at her, and a smile of seeming compassion wreathed
his lean, almost gaunt face. His dark eyes burned fiercely.
you a virgin, my child?” he asked, stroking her golden hair.
yes, Pastor!” Nancy Davis blushed.
how old are you?”
just turned seventeen.”
say you love this lad Johnny, hmmm?”
your parents don’t approve of him?”
she pouted. ‘They think he’s unreliable.”
We will pray together. Please shut your eyes.”
long, silky lashes dropped, and Thad stared at her innocent upturned
wore a skimpy summer dress that clung to the delicate hillocks on her
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
... show us please!”
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.
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, rope like shape and felt the sensitive ridge of
his bare cockhead.
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 up thrust rigidity before the naive teenager’s
eyes remained shut.
Lord!” Thaddeus cried, his voice vibrating with power. “Thank
He stroked the girl’s hair. “Nancy, we have our sign. You
may open your eyes now, my child.”
lashes lifted slowly, and her blue eyes widened until they appeared
about to pop.
Pastor!” she cried. “Wh-what is that?” She was
staring at his erection, just inches in front of her face.
is the sign we asked for, my dear. The Lord gave it to me. Have you
ever seen such a thing before?”
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
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
... I ... oooh, Pastor, you’re making me so embarrassed!”
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,
me.” He held his erection around its base and waggled it in
front of her.
do you call this-besides a thing, I mean?”
pecker?” the conservative, small-town 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 bigger than Johnny’s!” the blushing
it? Do you think it’s as good to look at?”
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?”
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 long!” she said, still wide-eyed. “And it’s
certainly very stiff! Oooh, my!”
you want to touch it?”
shifted her gaze just briefly to Thad’s face. “Wouldn’t
that be wrong?”