by Unknown
“Wh-where do you want me to drive you?” Harvey asked, still in a blissful stupor.
“Ever heard of a town called Jasper Junction? It’s across the state line.”
“What?” Harvey came back to life, sitting straight up and staring at her.
“If you don’t know where it is, well stop at a gas station and ask the way.” She shook the pink panties he had purchased and stuck her feet into them.
“But I can’t drive you to the next state!”
“Sure you can!” Edna pulled the panties up, twisting on the seat. Her tits jiggled.
“But my wife…!”
Edna leaned and kissed him on the mouth, her moist tongue slithering between his lips. She licked sensuously in and out of his mouth while squirming against him, letting him feel her active, stiff-nippled breasts.
When she took her lips from his, she murmured, “Harvey, we’ll have a great time! Well fuck and fuck! Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“God, yes!” he exclaimed.
“Then drive me to Jasper Junction.”
Harvey was caught on the horns of the greatest dilemma that had faced him in a long time. If he had been a little younger, or possibly a little older, he would have resolved it by tossing Edna out of the car and returning to his wife and her mother. But he was at the “dangerous” age, conscious of all he had missed and aware that time was fleeting. And he could still feel the vacuum of Edna’s warm, clasping lips around the head of his cock, giving him a kind of pleasure he had never known before. He wanted to experience it again… and more besides.
While she squirmed into her new pants and blouse, he started the car and drove to the exit of the parking lot.
“I think there’s a gas station just down the street,” he said.
Edna smiled.
CHAPTER NINE
“I wonder what my wife and Mother Frisbee are thinking,” Harvey fretted as his car hurtled along the interstate highway, Edna comfortably cuddled at his side.
“Forget them,” she advised. “You’re entitled to do what you want.”
“Yes, but what if they notify the police? They’re liable to put out one of those APB’s. And when I go back to my wife, what can I tell her?”
Edna yawned and ran her fingers through her red hair. “Do like they do in the movies — pretend you had amnesia.”
“You think that would work?” he asked anxiously as he looked at her in the dim glow from the instrument panel.
“How the shit do I know?” Edna replied, and changed the subject. “Are we getting close to a town?”
“The last mileage sign said there’s a town about ten miles ahead.”
“Let’s stop there for the night.”
Harvey squirmed. “I ought to drive you, straight through.”
“But you’d rather stop at the motel, wouldn’t you?” she asked, enjoying the situation again.
“Sure.” He gave her a shy grin. She couldn’t shake the notion that he was a balding, bespectacled, 45-year-old kid who, though he’d been married for twenty-five years, didn’t know much about girls. That was some kind of tribute to his wife, Edna mused wryly.
She patted him on the thigh. “Don’t worry about what you’re going to tell the little woman. After we’ve been together for a few days, you just may decide to tell her to get lost.”
“B-but I’m only going to drive you to Jasper Junction. Even if we stay at a motel for the rest of the night, I’ll have you there by the middle of the day tomorrow, and I’ll be back in Centerville tomorrow night.”
“Oh, will you?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Say, what have you got in mind?” Harvey seemed afraid of her again. “Don’t you have a husband or a boyfriend or anything?”
“I’ve got a man. I told you that. But he’s in Centerville.”
“So why do you want to go to Jasper Junction?”
“Because that’s where he’s going — but not for a couple of days.”
“And in the meantime?”
“It’s you and me, Harvey. That is, if you decide you like what happens tonight.”
“Now, wait a minute. I can’t stay away from Hazel for several days!”
“Harvey and Hazel. That really fits, y’know?”
“I mean it! I’m just going to take you to Jasper Junction, and that’ll be it.”
“But you know I don’t have any money,” Edna pointed out. “I can’t take care of myself until my guy shows up.”
“I’m sorry, but I’ll have to get back to Centerville.”
“We’ll see,” Edna said, watching him with a wise look in her eyes.
They had no sooner entered the motel room before she was in his arms, rubbing against him and finding his lips with her hot mouth. She used her slippery tongue. Her braless breasts teased him, her nipples firming to make themselves felt through her blouse and his shirt.
She backed up and began to open the buttons down his chest.
He didn’t resist. He just kept giving her a foolish grin, having obviously forgotten about Hazel for the time being, at least.
As soon as his shirt was gone, baring his unimpressive, lightly fuzzed chest, Edna went on to open his belt and the top of his trousers. She squatted and pulled his pants down, then she untied his shoes.
“Golly, I’ve never been treated like this before!” he said.
“I kind of figured you hadn’t,” Edna replied, removing his right shoe, then the left. She took his pants off.
By that time his cock had reasserted itself, rising in anticipation of what her squatting pose suggested.
She slapped lightly at the hump in his boxer shorts, and said, “I’ll bet you don’t get a hard-on this fast for Hazel.”
“You’re right,” he admitted, and added dismally, “In fact, sometimes I don’t get a hard-on at all.”
“Tsk-tsk-tsk! And you want to rush back to that!” She yanked his shorts down, which left his pecker bobbing in the nude.
After he had stepped out of his underwear, and Edna had removed his socks, she settled more comfortably on her knees and stared at the not-bad-looking male organ which was tilted upward toward her face. While his cock wasn’t as large as Thad’s — few were — it nevertheless was larger than average. Edna had found that true of other small men she had known.
She leaned close and licked Harvey’s prick while she slanted a foxy smile up at him.
“Oooh, God!” he exclaimed, trembling. His cockhead quivered against Edna’s tongue. “I love it when you do that!”
“And how about this?” she asked. She continued to watch him as she took his throbbing, fat cockhead into her mouth.
“Ooooooh!” He shivered pleasurably.
It was great fun for Edna.
She pumped her mouth on the middle-aged man’s stiff dick, her lips skidding silkily across the ridge of his corona. Suddenly she stopped, letting his organ leap free.
“Please!” he exclaimed, breathing hard. “Do some more of that!”
“We’ll do it again later,” Edna replied, springing to her feet. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck me now?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Lie on your back on the bed,” she instructed, and Harvey hurried to comply.
He watched her as she stripped off her blouse, liberating her shapely breasts with their pale-pink, rigid nipples. She shucked down her pants and panties together and kicked them away.
“I never saw a real redhead before,” Harvey said. “I mean, with her clothes off.”
“Are you an eating man?” Edna asked, standing next to the bed with her legs planted apart.
“What? Oooh…” He seemed nervous. “I’ve never… tried it.”
“Well, we can do that later, too. Let’s fuck first!”
Edna swung a leg across his recumbent form and came to rest on the bed on her knees, straddling him. His cock twitched. She grasped his erection, shoved it straight up into her crotch, and stroked his rubbery glans along the lips which divided her fiery ha
ir-patch.
“Uuuh… yesss!” he panted. “Take it innn!”
Positioning his pillar just right, Edna screwed her snug pussy 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 pussy around his upthrust rod.
“Forget her!”
“That’s the way, Harvey.” Edna fucked him heatedly, her cunt grasping and tugging at his stalk with twisty, bobbing strokes. Her steady pumping rhythm increased his excitement until his ass was bouncing on the mattress and he was stabbing his prick upward into her.
Suddenly she stopped and pulled off him, leaving his wet red penis quivering, athrob with wild lust as it stuck straight up.
“God damn it!” Harvey cried. “What’d you do that for? I was about to…”
He was hushed into silence as Edna turned onto her knees and chest, with her cute ass pointing skyward. Her knees were planted well apart, causing her buttocks to separate. This exposed the slitted dimple of her anus, with its converging pinkish puckers, as well as her rosy, gleaming-wet cuntfolds which flared for the reinsertion of Harvey’s cock.
Though Edna’s asshole offered a powerful enticement, even to a man as inexperienced and repressed as he, Harvey chose the easier and more conventional route: kneeling behind her, he rammed his prick up her marvelous, velvet-slick fuckway. Draping himself over her upturned rump, he screwed her as he hadn’t screwed a woman in fifteen years — fiercely, without let-up, causing Edna to squeal and spasm before he finally spurted into her convulsing belly while her cunt-muscles rippled along his ecstatically twitching rod.
“Oooooooooooh!” he sighed deeply, lying heavily atop her as she settled against the bed. “That was… great!”
“You know it, baby!” Edna purred. “You really made me come! Oooh, Harvey, we’re gonna have such good times together!”
“Yeah… yeah!” he panted and licked one of her dainty ears.
Again Edna smiled. Her plan was working perfectly.
But she was not one to take chances or engage in halfway measures when she had something really important on the fire. Anyway, Harvey was fun — and he had a lot of fire left in him, even at his age. He wasn’t the equal of Thad, of course. No man whom Edna had ever met was, with that wickedly long prick of his and his commanding, dominating ways which she secretly enjoyed.
However, Harvey was the one who was with her now, and she felt she had to keep working on him, in order to make sure he didn’t run off.
Accordingly he awoke in the middle of the night to find the moonlight from the undraped windows splashing over Edna’s beautiful bottom as she knelt astride him, facing his feet. She was sucking his cock with long, loving slurps of her lips and tongue while her dimly illuminated lower region weaved before his face, offering him the delight of sixtynining. What man could resist? Not even one as conservative and staid as Harvey!
He grasped Edna’s hips and hauled her pleasure-zone closer to his face as he arched his neck up from the pillow. His tongue came out, and he began to lick her lovelips, which were bordered by little red curlies.
His nose was scandalously close to her asshole, and, to Harvey’s pleasant surprise, it smelled as fresh as her pussy tasted. (Unknown to him, she had arisen after he had dropped off to sleep and had bathed.) He sniffed her bottom as he licked her, even getting up the nerve to drive his tongue right up her velvety, elastic cunt. His nose was touching her anus by that time, and she wriggled and writhed, rubbing her asscheeks against his face.
Harvey couldn’t resist licking along the inch or so of bridge to the puckered delight of her girlish asshole, and he madly licked that forbidden part of her body as she cocksucked him with long, clasping swoops of her hot mouth, taking his throbbing prickhead into her throat.
Harvey erupted, this time shooting his sperm directly into her gullet as she gurgled and gulped. His wetly sucking lips and the plunging tip of his tongue gave her an anal orgasm, so that they both were satisfied.
They slept like logs for the remainder of the impassioned night, and Harvey seemed to have forgotten his wife completely when they arose late the next morning, ready to resume their trip.
CHAPTER TEN
“Sister Marcella!” Thaddeus smilingly exclaimed as she ran with breast-bobbing eagerness to greet him at the front door of Floyd’s farmhouse.
The gray-haired man, who had opened the door, backed up and stared with ill-disguised jealousy as Thad and Marcella clasped hands, looking warmly and deeply into each other’s eyes.
“I’m so glad you’ve come!” Marcella said.
“Your Mailgram reached me at just the right moment,” the pastor replied. “Things are stable in Centerville. It is time that we branched out.”
He glanced at Floyd. “I want to express my sincere thanks to you, sir, for granting shelter to this lady and her children. Uh,” he turned back to Marcella, “where are they, anyway?”
“Out playing,” she replied, her brown eyes aglow.
Fuck me! was the message Thad read, and he knew that the time to do it was right away. Strike while the cunt is hot, had always been one of his prime mottoes.
“There is much for you and me to talk about,” he told Marcella as he entered the house and extended an arm around her waist, turning her away from the door.
“My room is right down the hall,” she said eagerly, and led the way.
“Hey now!” Floyd exclaimed. “I ain’t about to take in no more people!”
“Have no fear, my friend,” was Thad’s reply. “We shall both be moving out before nightfall.”
“Well… hellfire…!” Floyd murmured. He hadn’t wished to lose Marcella so soon.
She led the way into the small bedroom that she shared with her children. Thad followed and shut the door. She whirled next to the bed and, laughing, immediately pulled her dress up. She wore pink sleek panties and nothing else. Her large breasts bobbed.
“Marcella…” Thad said softly, but with the rich vibrance that accounted for much of his persuasive power — both in the pulpit and in the bedroom.
He drew the buxom brunette into his arms. His hands spanned the bulging, panty-clad rondures of her ass as their mouths fused wetly and hotly. Their tongues played.
Thad’s pecker rose.
“Ooooh, Thad… wowwwww… I’ve been wanting your big thing so much…!” Marcella pantingly exclaimed as she sank to her knees in front of him.
“I presume you engaged in barter with Wilcox,” he said as she unzipped his pants.
“Of course! I did just as you taught me — I listened to the Lord’s guidance and followed it exactly. Floyd cooperated just as the Lord told me he would.” She pulled out Thad’s erection. “Oooh, but Floyd doesn’t have such a beautiful, long, stiff lovewand as yours!” she rhapsodized as she stroked it, over-emphasizing what difference there was between their sexual attributes because she liked Thad so much.
He understood and patiently let her pull his plum-headed phallus to her mouth. She held his stiff organ around the trunk and waggled its bulging knob against her hotly licking tongue. Then she pursed her lips around the end of his cock and commenced sucking as she glided her mouth forward, her lips widening to encompass the fattest part of his glans and to lock into the groove behind his horny ridge. She licked his cockhead while she sucked it, her foxy eyes rolling upward.
Thad smiled benignly down at her as if to say, Very good, sister.
She sucked him with eager plunges of her cock-hungry mouth. Her lips skidded wetly across the ridges formed by his bulgy blue veins. Her tongue cradled his cockhead, taking the dribbles of his pre-coital nec
tar, 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 asscheeks shaking her expanded silk panties.
She remained on her belly, moaning softly and wriggling her bottom, while Thad quickly kicked free of his pants and shorts. Shirt-tails flapping, he sprang onto the bed astride her and began kissing down her back, following the lazy “S” of her spine to the top elastic of her panties, which he caught in his teeth.
“Ooooooh, yesssss!” Marcella hissed as his mouth pulled her panties down.
His tongue flogged the satiny, curved slopes of her asscrack until he reached the bunched panties at her crotch. Then he clutched her hips, boosting them into the air and forcing her to draw her knees forward. He grasped the passion-moistened center of her panties and wrenched them down her plump thighs, past her knees and off.
He moved forward between her quickly spread knees and speared his eager prick into her lippy, wet slit. He sank all the way in a single thrust, causing Marcella to groan and shiver with delight.
He began to fuck her, driving his love machine with the full power of his lithe, woman-pleasing hips. Reaching underneath her torso, he grasped the quivery big bulges on her chest and squeezed them as he rode her writhing, receptively bucking rump.
“Ooooooh, GOD!” Marcella cried. “I feel your power!”
Thad knew she was speaking to the Lord and not to him. But that was all right, because it was Thad’s power that she really felt.
Silly broads! he thought. It was a benevolent condemnation, at worst, because he knew that without them he would be out of business and out of pleasure both. They kept both his church and his sex juices going.
He fucked Marcella faster and faster, pulling on her tits all the while, and she bawled like a breeded cow as she reached a mind-swirling climax. Her bottom bumped against Thad as he emptied into her body the spurting product of his inexhaustible balls.