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by Unknown

  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.

  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 pussy, 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 pussyflesh 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 inch-by-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 pussy’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.

  “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 pussy, and his dick 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 pussy 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!

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

  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 hea
d. 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.

  “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.

  “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.”

  “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 pussy?”

  “Ooooh, Pastor, should we really talk like that?” the girl asked.

  “Why not? It’s an honest word.”

  “Well… well… yes, my… my pussy 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?”

  “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 pec
ker — 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 pussy, 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 pussy, 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.

  “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.