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by Unknown

  “Let’s do it again right now!” she said, her eyes hot.

  “Easy…” he cautioned. “We have the whole night.”

  “Well, don’t forget to come back.”

  “Don’t worry.” Thad gave her a pat on the buttocks, then turned toward the door. “I’ll see you at about eight. Have dinner ready.”

  “Dinner! Say, you do have your nerve!”

  “You like my nerve, and don’t deny it.” He walked to the door.

  She followed and whispered into his ear, “I like your big prick even better!”

  Thad walked out with a grin on his lean, craggy face.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  “That’s it!” Edna cried. “The name on the mailbox is Wilcox.”

  “You made a rhyme,” Harvey said, and gave a chuckle as he put on the brakes. He kept his hand up between her legs, tickling the silken crotch of her panties.

  “Cool it!” she advised, and pushed his hand down. “If you have a hard-on, you’d better get rid of it, because you might have to get out.”

  “Are you crazy?” he retorted, as he turned the car around. “I’m just going to drop you at the gate. I’ll wait out here on the road.”

  “Chicken shit!” she accused.

  “Well, heck — I don’t want to get my head busted by that boy friend of yours!”

  “What if I get my head busted, huh?”

  “I wouldn’t like that, of course,” Harvey said, heading the car back toward the Wilcox driveway. “But it’s your problem. I tried to talk you out of coming to see that guy. You’d be better off with me in California.”

  “Maybe,” she admitted. “But there’s something between Thad and me. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s love.”

  “So, where does that leave me, huh?” Harvey asked plaintively.

  “Just where you were before you met me. But a little wiser, I hope.”

  “Do you expect me to go back to Hazel, after all that’s happened between us?”

  “What’s happened?” she asked as he stopped the car. “We just messed around, that’s all. Forget Hazel and go to California by yourself. You can find a woman out there to shack up with.”

  “I just might do that — right now!”

  Edna grasped his penis through his pants… and squeezed. “Not yet. Give me a chance to talk with Thad first. If I can’t bring him around — if he’s as mean and nasty as he was when I last saw him — well, I just might go with you to California after all.”

  “Really?”

  “You’re a pretty good hunk, Harvey!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Wait for me, hm?”

  “Okay.”

  Edna got out of the car and walked up the driveway toward the weather-beaten house and barn. She had almost reached them when she heard a motor vehicle approaching behind her.

  She thought, Good old Harvey! He decided to give me moral support, after all!

  But when she turned to greet him, she stared at a rattletrap truck that squeaked to a dusty stop. A gray-haired man sat behind the wheel, but it was the woman beside him who attracted Edna’s interest.

  “Marcella Plummer!” she cried, her green eyes flashing.

  “Why, Sister Savage!” Marcella replied. “What are you doing here?”

  “Knock off that shit!” Edna said, stepping over to the truck. “Who’s this guy?” She jerked a thumb toward Floyd.

  “He owns the farm,” Marcella replied. “Edna Savage, meet Mr. Floyd Wilcox.”

  Edna ignored him. “Where’s Thad?”

  “In town, I guess. He’s making arrangements.”

  “Oh, yeah? For you and him to set up housekeeping, I suppose.”

  “Well…” Marcella lowered her lashes demurely, “we can’t do that right away, because the local folks might talk… but if the Lord sees His way clear to let us, I’m sure that Thad and me will get married.”

  “In a pig’s fat ass!” Edna cried. “Get outta that truck!”

  “Why, Edna, I don’t know why you’re so uppity!” Marcella replied.

  The redhead jerked the truck’s door open, grasped the other woman by an arm, and yanked. Marcella tumbled from the truck, falling onto her side in the dirt of the driveway.

  “Hey, now!” Floyd cried, and hopped from the truck on the other side.

  By the time he had raced around to confront the two women, Edna was sitting astride Marcella’s wriggling form, yanking her auburn hair. Edna’s skirt had rucked high on her sleek bare thighs, and her breasts shook in her gaping blouse as she leaned forward.

  Marcella was showing plenty, also, kicking as she squirmed and hollered. Her skirt had slid to her lap, exposing her pale wide thighs above the gartered tops of her nylons, and Floyd could see her pink panties.

  He grinned perversely, and didn’t make a move to break up the fight.

  Marcella was a heavier woman than Edna. But the latter was lithe as a wildcat, and she had Marcella down. While tugging at her hair with one hand and making her squeal, Edna grasped the top of her dress with the other and ripped downward. Marcella’s bobbling breasts spilled out.

  Floyd had never witnessed such a scene in his life, and the wanton ferocity of it turned him on, especially since it was taking place in the broad light of day, right in front of his house. He should have been concerned with what the neighbors would think, but he already was too worked up for that. His cock was raising a tent in the front of his overalls.

  “Hellfire!” he exclaimed hoarsely, and began to rub himself.

  Edna backed up slightly to try to rip Marcella’s dress all the way off, and the woman on the ground succeeded in squirming out from between Edna’s legs. Marcella scrambled to her feet. Edna’s snatching hand succeeded in grasping only Marcella’s skirt as the latter started to run. The dress pulled off her, but Marcella stumbled forward.

  Edna lunged to her feet and chased the other woman.

  By that time Floyd’s wife, Sarah, was watching, horror-stricken, from the house.

  Marcella’s cries also had attracted the attention of a farmer working in his field next door. He stared at the buxom brunette who was running across Floyd’s front pasture, her big tits making milkshakes and her plump ass wiggling in pink panties. Her alabaster thighs flashed in the sun, her garter clasps glinting. Right behind her was a slim, pretty redhead, running as she held her skirt high on her bare legs. And Floyd was standing there staring at them, pulling at his pecker in his pants.

  Edna dived, tackling Marcella, and the latter rolled in the soft grass. Edna scrambled astride her just as Marcella turned onto her back, breasts flopping. She clawed at Edna’s face, but the latter grasped two squidgy handfuls of her bouncing boobs.

  “Scratch me and I’ll tear your tits off!” Edna yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear.

  “Aaaw, shit!” Floyd chortled, stumbling closer, and he yanked down the zipper on his fly.

  The farmer next door leaped from his tractor and ran closer. But, as if fearful of what was going on or of what it might lead to, he remained on his side of the line. When he saw Floyd pull out his erect penis and begin to pump it, he gave in and did the same.

  The women squirmed and tussled on the ground, Edna squeezing and pulling at Marcella’s breasts while the latter dug both hands into Edna’s fluffy red hair. She yanked Edna’s head down, mashing her face between the soft boobs she was gripping.

  “Go to it, girlies!” Floyd husked, and stroked his prick like a moron, right in the center of his field.

  But if he was mentally deficient, so was his neighbor, figuring that if Floyd could act that way, so could he. He tugged on his thrusting fuck-pole as he stared from the property line, his eyes bright and his mouth slack.

  The harder Edna squeezed Marcella’s tits, the more firmly Marcella yanked on her hair, holding her head between the bobbling globes. Edna felt the titty flesh vibrating against her cheeks, and her mind rocketed back in time to an incident that had occurred with another waitress in St. Joe, Missouri.

 
; Edna got hot.

  She only had to turn her head a little to one side, and her lips brushed one of Marcella’s thrusting, plump nipples. She seized the nipple in her mouth and began sucking on it.

  “Hellfire…!” Floyd murmured when he saw what was happening. He stroked his cock harder.

  The other farmer couldn’t see well enough, and he finally crossed the property line, running up next to Floyd with his stiff cock in his hand.

  “Well shit, Walter!” Floyd cried as he stared at his longtime friend jacking off.

  “Shit yourself!” Walter retorted, and rhythmically rolled his rubbery foreskin back and forward, causing his purplish-pink peckerhead to swell.

  Marcella was the most dismayed of all — except for Sarah, who was still staring from her living room window at the shockingly obscene spectacle. One minute Marcella had been struggling with Edna — for her very life, it had seemed — and the next, Edna was sucking her titty while she made gurgly sounds like an infant and sent radiations of surprising pleasure coursing through Marcella’s body.

  “Nooooo!” she breathed, pushing at Edna’s head. “Stop it!”

  But she didn’t push very hard. What Edna was doing to her felt too good — especially after Edna jammed a hand into her wide-open crotch and rubbed her tingling cunt through the thin silken shield of her panties.

  “Will you look at that, Walter?” Floyd husked as both men stroked their pricks. “The redhead’s hot for the other gal!”

  “Aaaw shit, yeah!” Walter rasped. “And the other one’s likin’ it! Look at how her tongue’s comin’ out, and she’s lickin’ her lips! Her eyes are gettin’ wild!”

  “Ooooh, pull my pants off, Edna!” Marcella moaned.

  The redhead wasted no time in removing Marcella’s panties, then immediately hunkered down between her thighs. Marcella began to bump her belly, causing her tits to bounce up and down. Edna grasped them again — but this time not punishingly. She lovingly stroked and rolled the bobbling orbs and plucked at Marcella’s stretchy nipples as she plowed her tasty love-pasture with an adoring tongue.

  Marcella had never been with another woman before, and she was amazed that she enjoyed what was happening. The tongue that slithered between her slippery, velvet lovelips might have been a man’s — but it wasn’t! The hands that pleasured her titties might have been a man’s, too. But she could see that the fingers were delicate and slender, tipped with lacquer, and she could watch Edna’s bobbing feminine head between her wideflung thighs.

  Mostly she just felt the magnificent thrill of the tongue that plunged into her pussy, licking across the red-hot tip of her clitoris and along her rough to circle her spasming cuntmouth. Marcella bounced her asscheeks on the ground and moaned heatedly. She tossed her head from side to side. Her eyes gaped, but they saw nothing — not even the men who were standing nearby, jacking off. She feverishly licked her lips.

  Edna’s head reeled from the taste of the other woman’s juice-exuding pussy… the slippery feel of her unfurled, palpitating cunt… and the steamy scent of feminine arousal that gushed up Edna’s flared nostrils. The redhead was getting so hot that she required reciprocation from the other female.

  Suddenly she raised her head from between Marcella’s thighs, and she squirmed out of her own clothes, which consisted of only three pieces — blouse, skirt, and panties. As Marcella continued to writhe against the ground, moaning softly, Edna turned and straddled her, facing south.

  Now Marcella was faced with a whole new thing altogether: another woman’s wide-open crotch, poised before her face… curly little red hairs lining a lurid wet slit… an asshole staring at her!

  Edna didn’t give her much time to look. She backed up quickly and sat on Marcella’s face, then dug her tongue once more into Marcella’s flesh-pudding and slurped greedily.

  Marcella was afraid to breathe, with her nose sunk between the other woman’s asscheeks as she throbbed and tingled from head to toe. Edna’s pussy was smack against her lips, crosswise, and the other girl’s juices dribbled into her mouth!

  When Marcella had first had a cock pressed against her lips, she had sucked it. She had never been sorry. Now, with a pussy in the same position, she reacted in the same way… except that more sucking wasn’t all that was required. She had to use her tongue, as well.

  Into Edna’s cunny she thrust her slippery oral instrument, and her brain swirled giddily as she got her first rich taste of another woman. She also drew a heady, somewhat earthy scent when she was forced to draw a deep breath between Edna’s buttocks.

  She didn’t care about that. Edna’s tongue in her pussy felt too good, and Edna’s velvet snatch felt good to her tongue, also. She ate, while Edna ate her. They clutched each other, bumping and writhing in the grass.

  The men who stood beside them pulled at their throbbing pricks, and both shot off at the same time. Spurts of creamy sperm looped into the air and splattered down on the women’s squirming forms. The men groaned.

  Edna and Marcella came.

  There was no fight left in either of them as they disentangled and stood up.

  Walter shoved his soft penis into his pants and slinked away from the lurid, lascivious scene in his neighbor’s pasture. Floyd returned to his truck.

  “Where are my panties?” Marcella asked dizzily. “And, oh God, where’s my dress?”

  She stumbled about, titties shaking, as she searched for her clothes. Edna was getting into hers.

  Finally the women returned to the truck, Marcella holding her ripped dress together, and they piled in next to Floyd.

  “Hellfire…” he murmured, and started the truck’s engine.

  “Hellfire is right!” Marcella remarked in dismay. “The devil must have been here with us!”

  “Forget that crap!” Edna said. “What I want to know is, what are we going to do about Thad?”

  “Huh?” Marcella stared blankly at her. “Ooh, him! Goodness, I don’t know.”

  “Well, I do! He’s got something coming. Hey! I left a guy parked out by the mailbox.”

  She craned her neck to look for Harvey, but he had driven off.

  “Let him go back to his frigid Hazel!” she said. “He didn’t have the guts to go to California with me, anyway.”

  “What?” Marcella didn’t know what the other woman was talking about.

  “Never mind. Can you put me up for the night?”

  “No,” Marcella said. “I’m moving out. I just came from renting a place in town.”

  “And Thad?”

  “He’s gonna get his own place. That’s what he’s doing now.”

  “I’ll put you up, honey,” Floyd offered as he stopped the truck in front of the house.

  “You’re kidding!” Edna said as she stared at the white-haired farmer.

  “Floyd’s a good man!” Marcella spoke up. “His wife isn’t too friendly, though.”

  “Oh shit, let me out of here!” Edna said, and leaped from the truck.

  She began to run toward the road.

  Once there, she sighted up the narrow strip of asphalt and saw a car parked about a quarter-mile away, next to some trees.

  Harvey! she thought. That chicken-shit didn’t have the guts to stay or the guts to leave, either. But one thing he does have is money. He’s got a wad of traveler’s checks that would choke a mule!

  She set out walking toward his car.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Marcella acted funny tonight! Thad thought as he drove away from the old house where she had rented quarters for herself and her children. When I told her about Barnaby Rhodes, she didn’t seem sure if she would help me with him or not. Well, I guess she needs some more loving from the master hand of yours truly. Too bad she has those kids with her or I would have spent the night there, and the devil with Dotti! I don’t need her any more.

  That cute little Beth! he mused with a glint in his dark, satanic eyes. Now she would be some fucking! I’ll bet she doesn’t even have hair on her cute pussy yet!
She has hardly any tits — just bee-stings starting to push out. What I’d give to be able to show her what it’s all about!

  He squirmed behind the steering wheel, getting a hard-on just from thinking about being with Marcella’s twelve-year-old daughter.

  He turned into the alley that ran next to the real estate office and parked in the back, as Dotti had directed. Glancing about, he saw no one. He got out of the car, walked to Dotti’s back door, and let himself into her apartment.

  “Dotti?” he called.

  “I’m here in the kitchen!”

  Good girl! Thad thought. She’s fixing dinner for us, just as I told her to do!

  But when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised — and also stimulated — by the scene that met his eyes: wearing just a garter belt and black nylons, Dotti was perched on the kitchen table, with her legs spread. She smiled warmly at him.

  “How about some antipasto?” she invited, opening her cuntal labia with her fingertips.

  Since Thad smelled spaghetti cooking on the stove, he didn’t mind fooling around a little first. Grinning, he pulled a chair up to the table and bent between Dotti’s thighs.

  “Ooooh, you horny preacher, you!” she exclaimed, and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his head as he began to eat her cunt.

  Thad didn’t slight her just because she had offered herself as a joke, even though he was hungry for more substantial fare. The tang of pussy whetted his appetite. As an antipasto, it wasn’t half bad.

  His tongue wiggled up one set of Dotti’s cuntfolds and down the other, working in and out of all the soft, velvety convolutions. Her flavor tickled his tastebuds, and her steamy scent soon overrode the aroma of the bubbling spaghetti sauce. He worked his tongue deeper into her warm, tantalizing hors d’oeuvres and slurped up the juice which was now gushing. He teased the turgid little pebble of her clit, causing her to bump her bare ass on the table and smear her pussy lavishly against his nose and open mouth.

  Finally he wrenched himself free from her serpentine, silken-sheathed legs and lifted his head, panting for fresh air. He rose and stood before her, his hand moving to the zipper on his pants.