by Unknown
“Wh-what will it mean, Pastor?” she asked innocently.
“Simply that you may not be as much in love with Johnny as you think you are — because if you loved him alone, you wouldn’t want another man to lick you between the legs.”
“Ooooh, Pastor!” She bashfully shut her eyes.
He bent close, lifting her spread legs high into the air, and she had to prop herself on her arms, lest she fall over. He held her behind her cute knees, letting her lower legs dangle loose. Her loafers hung from her toes.
First Thaddeus sniffed her pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy and circled the small mouth of her vaginal channel.
“Oooh, Pastor… wowww!” she exclaimed. “I’m hotter than ever!”
“And so am I, darling!” he said, rising to his feet, his rigid cock bobbing springily. “Get down! Do for me what I did for you — that is, if you want to.”
“Ooooh, yesss… yesss! I do want to!”
She slid forward off the desk and landed on her knees in front of the black-robed man. She clutched his bristling cock. Her mouth opened eagerly as she pulled his big pecker to her lips, and her pink little tongue leaped out.
The minister clenched his fists against the magnificent thrill that shook him as the innocent young girl began to lick the head of his prick.
She licked his cock-knob all over, going “uuhg” and “aaaahng”, and she flapped her tongue against the tip of his organ, making it bob up and down.
“Ooooh, I like to lick your pecker!” she gigglingly cried.
“Now, suck it!” he commanded, and grasped her around the back of her head, pulling her forward.
His cock split her pretty, pink-lipped mouth, spreading it into a wide “O” as the rock-hard shank of his penis became lodged between her lips. His glans pressed her cushiony, wet tongue.
Nancy’s eyes widened. Then she let her lashes drop. Her fair cheeks glowed as she began to suck on the long, tasty lollipop that the preacher had given her.
He stroked his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, and she soon picked up the rhythm, moving counter to his thrusts. She heatedly sucked and swallowed, her lips moving claspingly along his shaft. She champed on his big, spongy knob. Juice leaked from the tip of his sucked penis and trickled down her gulping throat.
The man reached and unfastened the back of her dress, lowering the zipper. He unfastened her light bra. Pushing the dress and bra down her arms, he uncovered her firm, pink-pointed tits. He pinched her hard nipples and tugged at them while she sucked him with greater ardor.
He kept stroking his stiff penis into the lovely girl’s face. She gulped and slurped, going wild over her first taste of oral love.
What a blessing she will be for the boys of this town! Thad mused in the heat of his passion. She’ll start sucking her way from one end of town to the other, satisfying them all, while she saves her precious virginity! Who says I don’t do good?
He petted her blonde head, urging her on, and she lunged at his stiff prick with utter abandon. Her clasping lips stripped it, gliding rapidly up and down across the ridge of his cockhead.
His balls churned. He felt the heat rising from them. Through his twitching, lip-encircled prick the fiery stream surged, and his glans ballooned blissfully against the girl’s lapping tongue.
Spurt!
Thad shot her mouth full of his bubbling, creamy sperm.
“AAAAWWWWGH!” she gagged, and tried to get away from him.
But he held her head firmly, with both hands.
He kept twitching and spurting into her mouth, and she was forced to swallow down his jism as she gurgled helplessly.
Only after he had ejaculated all the sperm that his balls had manufactured did he release his hold on Nancy, and she rocked backward, releasing his drippy-wet organ. White goo dribbled down her chin. Her lips were foam-flecked.
“Aaaaawww!” she said. “Why did you do thaaaat?” She spat the sperm off her lips and wiped her mouth and chin with her hand. She gazed at him bleary-eyed.
He smiled benignly as his cock slumped.
“That’s part of it,” he said. “When you suck a boy, you must always swallow what he gives you. And something else…” Thad added, lifting his slimy, soft penis by the stem, “you must lick him off afterward so that he doesn’t get his pants all soiled.”
“Ooooh, must I?” Nancy asked.
Thad nodded.
She bent obediently and swiped her tongue around his curved penis, bobbling its bluish head.
“The tip, also,” Thad told her, and she licked up the last bit of cream that oozed out.
He pushed his penis back inside his robes and zipped up. Then he helped Nancy to her feet.
She seemed woozy. “I don’t know if I liked that or not,” she said. “I still feel… funny.”
Thad guided her back onto the desk and knelt to fasten his moist lips around the tip of her diminutive clitty. He sucked and licked her clit-tip intensively until she bumped and cried, clutching him by the head.
“Now what do you think?” he asked, rising to his feet.
“I think it was… wonderful!” she exclaimed, still gasping.
“Then you don’t love Johnny. Let him go and forget him. The world is full of boys.”
“Yes! Yes! Thank you, Pastor!” she cried, and turned to hurry from the room, pulling up her dress as she went. His study opened on an alley, and she was gone.
He had no fear that she would tell on him. They never did. She would realize, of course, that she’d been taken. And that would shake her faith. But she was a wiser girl because of what had happened, and she would have her fun! What was more important than that?
Thaddeus picked up her posy-printed panties, which she had forgotten in her haste to leave. He pressed the delicate little garment to his face and inhaled the sweet, girlish scent that impregnated the silken fabric. He smiled.
Oh, Thaddeus, is there no end to your good works? he thought.
CHAPTER FIVE
Edna Savage had red hair… on her pussy 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 Polk’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 Polk’s large and growing flock weren’t listening. He had brought something new to the Bible Belt — amorality in religious trappings, with salvation thrown in — and his people loved it. They were so busy enjoying their own new indulgences that they didn’t begrudge the good pastor his.
Edna had been one of his first converts when he came to Centerville a little over a year ago. She had just drifted into town, having
walked out on a no-good husband in another state; she was feeling lonely, guilty, and lost. Thaddeus saved her. He took her out of the greasy-spoon cafe where she had been working, and put her in his own rented house. He made her think she was his special woman and would always be. He gave her the best fucking that she’d ever had.
She had fallen into the habit of dressing lightly around the house, because that stimulated Thaddeus, bringing his long rod up. She could not get enough of that magnificent tool!
So it was that when Thaddeus entered the house on this particular afternoon, he found Edna working at the sink, wearing pink-and-white polka dot panties and nothing else. Grinning, he sneaked quietly up behind her, reached forward at her sides, and wrapped both hands around her quivery, cupcake-sized tits.
She gasped, dropping the dish she had been washing. It fell into the sink and splashed water all over her.
“Ooooh, Thaddeus, you prick!” she exclaimed. But she was laughing happily by that time, her face aglow, and she twisted in his arms to press her hot, open mouth against his.
Their tongues writhed and stroked wetly as saliva flowed from one mouth to the other. Her nipples, stimulated by the coarse fabric of Thad’s shirt, stiffened against him, and he could feel them digging in. He felt her belly writhe, also. Gliding his large hands down her back, he took hold of her firm, twisty buttcheeks through her nylon pants and squeezed them, holding her lower body snugly against him until his rising cock demanded that they give it room.
“Mmmmm… wowww… ooh, baby, let’s see what you’ve got down here!” Edna said, and sank to her knees. Her tousled red hair received a shaft of late sunlight from the kitchen window and seemed to catch fire.
She unzipped her lover’s pants.
“Any mail?” he asked casually, because he had come to take Edna’s amorous assaults for granted. They had even gotten to be a bit boring.
“Just the usual shit,” she said as she snaked a white hand into his trousers. “Oooh, wait — there was a Mailgram.”
“From who?”
“How the fuck do I know, baby? Oooh, wow! This looks scrumptious!” She was holding Thad’s long woman pleaser by the stem and shaking it up and down. While the plumlike knob bobbed and swelled, the shaft gradually stiffened.
There was a faintly sardonic expression on Thad’s lean, craggy face as he looked down and watched the pretty woman lick his cockhead. He wondered if she could taste young Nancy’s saliva on it.
Apparently she couldn’t. Or else she didn’t mind. She quickly warmed to her pleasurable task and, after swirling her tongue wetly around the crown of Thad’s prick, then scurrying up and down the sides of his poker, she clasped his cockhead warmly in her mouth and began to suck. She bobbed her head rhythmically, gliding her “O”-shaped lips up and down on his bristling eight-inch pole.
He stroked his cock gently against her mouth-thrusts, fucking her willing face. Then, abruptly, he pulled free, turned, and paraded his naked prick into the living room.
“Come back here, Goddamn it!” Edna cried, staring after him.
“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain,” he cautioned as he continued through the house. “That is something you must never do!”
“I’m sorry!” Edna said, leaping to her feet to take after him.
He walked to his den, where the mail was stacked on his desk, and he picked up the Western Union envelope. Edna came tripping into the room, her titties jiggling, and she wedged herself between Thaddeus and the desk as he ripped the Mailgram envelope open. She sank to her knees once again, grasping the spear which stuck out and upward from his open fly. She resumed licking the rounded head of it while he read:
HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!
MARCELLA.
Thaddeus smiled. A new territory sounded good to him, after spending more than a year in one place. A flock of new women… all those mouths and cunts… and fresh money! Thad had skimmed most of the cream off of Centerville.
Edna had clasped his cock in her mouth by that time and was bobbing her head once again. Her lips felt very good, gliding silkily up and down on his quivering, iron-hard cock.
He would have to give her what she needed, he realized, but he would make it quick this time. He had plans to work out.
Grasping Edna by the shoulders, he lifted her, and his long prick whipped free.
“Fuck me, baby… oooh, please fuck me!” she begged.
She was tall and lithe, and that broadened the possibilities for copulation. As soon as she had stripped her panties down, kicking free of them, Thaddeus backed her up against a wall.
“Yes… yesss… oooh, yesss!” she hissed. “Ram me right here!”
She spread her legs, causing a lippy division to appear in her fiery fluff, and Thaddeus dropped his pants and shorts. He squatted just enough to nose his upward slanting erection into her crotch, and she clutched to guide it while she writhed. When the tip of his boner was positioned just right, he rose, boosting her at the same time. A thrust of his hips sent his plunger surging up inside her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pressed her against the wall.
He began to do a springy dance, all the action in his knees, while Edna squirmed voluptuously. Her titties jiggled against his shirt. Her warm, wet pussy 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 pussy, and moistened his bouncing balls.
Her tits shook up and down against his shirt-front. Her fingers clawed the back of his neck. Her heels kicked him. She squealed.
Thad’s geysering ejaculation rounded off her quaking, cock-wrenching orgasm… and he regretted, for a moment, that he might not be fucking Edna any more.
“So, what was that all about?” she asked a few moments later, after they had calmed down and he had picked the Mailgram off the floor, where he had dropped it as the excitement had mounted.
“Oh, nothing important.” He stuffed it into his pocket. “Edna?”
“Yes, you beautiful fucker…” she purred, standing behind him with just her panties on, and squeezing him around the middle.
“I’m going to be leaving town.”
There was silence for several moments. No motion, either. Then Edna abruptly disengaged and backed up. Thad turned to face her.
He smiled disarmingly. “Nothing personal. You’ve been great to me. You’ve made me very happy. But my work demands that I move on.”
Edna glared at him, her green eyes glinting. “This is something about that Mailgram, isn’t it? Who was it from?”
“Now, that’s personal business,” Thad replied gently. “You know I never discuss personal business with anyone.”
“Well, your business is my business, baby!” she snapped, the pet name having a sharp edge this time. “I don’t just give myself casually, you know. I’m no slut!”
“Who said you were? But I’m sure you’ve gotten as much pleasure from our sexual relationship as I have. And as for keeping house for me — well, it was better than work
ing in Joe’s Diner, wasn’t it?”
She glared at him for several more seconds, then smiled suddenly and pressed her nearly nude body against him. She squirmed, making him feel her tits.
“Don’t tell me you can just walk off,” she said, “after all the good times we’ve had together! I know you can’t do that. You’re just teasing me — huh, Thad? Just teasing me to see if I give a damn?”
“No, Edna.” He gently dislodged her hold on him and backed her up. “I’ve got to go. Of course, I won’t be leaving for a day or two, because I have arrangements to make. I must make certain that the church here is in good hands.”
“Bullshit!”
“What?” Thad tried to maintain a tolerant smile.
“I said, bullshit!” Edna repeated, even more forcefully. “You don’t give a fart about the silly church, and you know it! It’s some woman you’re chasing! Oooh, how I wish I could see that mother-fucking Mailgram!”
“Edna… how you talk!” he said a bit sadly.
“You’re not above using four-letter words yourself, so don’t give me that holier-than-thou shit! I’m an ordinary person, who’s been knocking around all my life, and so are you. Your religious make-believe doesn’t fool me.”
“It isn’t make-believe, my dear,” Thad replied. “You see, you don’t understand either me or our religion, even after all this time.”
“Hypocrite! Tell me who the woman is!” Edna demanded, her eyes shooting sparks.
“The world is full of women.”
“Don’t I know it! And that’s just the trouble, you prick! You don’t care who you stick it into, do you? Oooh, don’t worry — I know you’ve been screwing all the women of the congregation, while I’ve been at home, keeping house for you.”
“Edna, I’m afraid there is nothing more to be said,” he stated, turning away.
“Oooh, yes there is!” she railed at his back. “I’m not going to let you do this to me! I don’t mind you tomcatting around, as long as you come home to me! But when you talk about walking out, that’s another kettle of beans, Mister!”
He strode from the room.
Edna followed, her pert breasts jiggling in the nude. “I’ll ruin you! I’ll find out where you’re going, and I’ll tell them what a sonofabitch you are! You won’t get started building up another church!”