The police chief was a string-bean type who ran a gas station on the side. It was that kind of town. Chief Slagg took his orders from the mayor, but Marcella and Edna knew they had to keep him happy, as well.
Homer Slagg had an oral fixation, which his wife had steadfastly refused to gratify. Edna had no such compunction. In fact, if there was anything she enjoyed more than sucking cocks, she hadn’t discovered it yet.
Homer had a beauty. It was almost as long as Thad’s, before he’d gotten his ruined.
Edna had first become interested in him when she had stopped at his station one day for a tank of gas and had found the place deserted. Spying a door ajar at the side of the building, she had boldly pushed it open without bothering to notice the word painted on it: MEN.
Her green eyes widened as she watched Homer hold his long, limber penis while it drilled a hard stream of piss into a urinal.
She didn’t suck him off right then, of course. But she made a mental note about what a well-hung stud he was as she beat a silent retreat, not letting him know she had peeped at him.
When she found out later that he was The Law in Jasper Junction, she returned to his station with lascivious intent. This time she found him greasing a car. After a few minutes of banter, accompanied by the batting of her eyes, she led him behind a stack of oil cases and unzipped his pants.
“Holy Christ!” he exclaimed. “What if a customer should come?”
“I’ll see if I can’t make you come first,” Edna said, and dropped to her knees.
She didn’t waste time licking his cock, but just took the wiggly soft thing into her mouth. His stem stiffened between her sucking lips, and his glans ballooned against her lapping tongue.
She bobbed her red head as she sucked his lengthy cock, her lips skidding silkily around his iron-hard shaft.
“Sweet mother of pearl!” he groaned, and petted her busy head.
A customer drove in. Homer could see the fellow over the oil cartons, and the man saw him.
“Hey, you old pirate!” the man, who knew him well, yelled. “Are you gonna come out here and give me some service or not?”
“Why don’t… you come back here, Harry…?” was Homer’s panting reply. “Maybe you can get… some service that you’ll like better.”
Edna didn’t mind.
As Harry moved up next to Homer and eagerly unlimbered his rod, she turned to him and licked his cock to rigid hardness. Then she returned to Homer for a few gliding sucks. She turned and sucked Harry heatedly until he was writhing with joy.
She made the men shove their cocks together, and she mouthed both organs at the same time. It was amazing how she could stretch her lips around both pulsating prickheads, pumping them to the point of eruption.
But she was afraid that if she took both bursts in her mouth at once, she might choke. So she let Harry’s pecker ooze out and concentrated on Homer with her lips while she jacked the other man off by hand.
At the moment that Homer spurted into her throat, coating her tonsils with his rich, tasty cream, Harry blasted into her face. His sperm splashed against her cute nose and smooth cheeks, dribbling down while she gulped and gurgled.
It was good fun!
After that, Edna wasted no opportunity to keep Homer feeling good, and Harry became one of her regular customers at The House. Being something of a businesswoman, despite what she had said to Marcella, she didn’t believe in giving away too many free samples.
Even what she gave to Homer wasn’t free. In return, she got all the high-test gasoline that she could burn up.
She sucked him at the station or at her place of business, whenever he happened by. Once she spied him in a local bar and sneaked into the men’s room with him, where she sucked him off while sitting on the John. Then she held his hose while he pissed.
Was it any wonder that The House wasn’t busted?
Marcella tried to shield her kids from the business as much as she could, instructing them to remain in the upstairs apartment.
Now that Beth had learned what a pee-pee was for, she was curious to see whether Timmy’s small one worked like the huge, cunt-stuffing rod that Pastor Polk had rammed painfully into her. She had the feeling that her brother’s little gadget wouldn’t cause pain. It might even give her some pleasure, she dared to hope.
Timmy was hurting for action, since his mother had been holding him at arm’s length lately. So when his twin sister made her move, the lad eagerly accepted.
They both took their clothes off, and she lay on the bed. He had sprouted a few little hairs around the base of his pecker, and his adolescent pride stood at rigid attention as Beth eyed it.
“Well, it’s kind of small,” she said, “but maybe it will be all right.”
“What the heck do you want,” Timmy retorted, “a big old whang like those guys downstairs have got?”
“What do you know about them?” his sister asked.
“Don’t worry, I’ve peeked at what goes on down there! Haven’t you?”
Beth giggled. “Sure! Now come here and fuck me!”
Timmy sprang atop his sister. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in youthful enthusiasm. Beth loved it when he speared his little hard-on into her snug cunt.
“Wow!” he exclaimed as he began to fuck her. “You’re sure a lot tighter than Mama!”
“What?” Beth cried, staring up at him. “You’ve fucked Mama!”
He stopped stroking, and looked a bit ashamed. “I guess I shouldn’t have said that, huh?”
“Ooooooh shit, Timmy, just screw meeeee!” his 12-year-old sister moaned, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his lean form.
He hunched rapidly, driving his little cock up and down in her slippery, small hole. She flopped her head from side to side.
Oh, yes! she discovered. This IS fun! It feels wonderful!
She pumped rapidly with her twin brother, and they made the bed creak. The floorboards of the house creaked, also, and Edna, who was stretched out on her bed in the room below,-heard and recognized the sound.
She happened to be alone at the moment and, amazed that there was fucking going on upstairs, she raced from her room and up the staircase, her robe flapping about her naked thighs. She burst into the children’s room and caught them going at it.
“Why you little brats!” she exclaimed, shocked.
Timmy turned his head, but he was so caught up in the heat of lust that he couldn’t stop screwing his sister. In fact, he drove his cock into her all the faster and harder until she squealed, cumming… and he came twitchingly right afterwards, giving her only a tiny spurt or two of cream, which was all his young balls could muster.
“I don’t believe it!” Edna cried, staring at them. “Why, you’re not old enough!”
“Oh, no?” Timmy challenged cockily as he pulled out of Beth and confronted the grown woman, his half-hard prick dripping.
“Oooooooooooh, daaaaaaar-ling… sweetheart… feoy-beeeeee!” Edna gushed. “What an adorable little cock!”
She dropped to her knees before Timmy and, as her tits jiggled out of her robe, she bowed her head and began to lick the tasty juices off the little boy’s cock. He quickly got hard again. Beth watched goggle-eyed from the bed as Edna began pumping her warm, sucking mouth on Timmy’s dong.
After watching for a few moments, she hopped from the bed and sank onto her knees, next to the redhead. Edna saw her from the corner of her eye, and she backed up to let Beth have a go at her brother’s dong.
The young girl followed Edna’s example perfectly, clasping Timmy’s pecker in her small, loving mouth. She pumped her dark head furiously, causing her brother to writhe.
He reached out and grasped one of Edna’s titties. She stood and shoved the ripe tit into his mouth. He sucked the woman’s rigid nipple as Beth sucked his cock.
“Edna, are you up here?” Marcella cried, bursting into the room. ‘There’s a customer downstairs asking for youuuuuuuu… ”
“Join the party,” was all the redhead could think of to say.
It was a crucial point in the relationship of the two women, and in the course of their business, as well. Everything could have been blown sky-high. But, as it happened, Marcella gave in to the surge of lust that overwhelmed her. Her children hadn’t exactly been innocent, so how could she blame Edna? And as long as the fun and games were kept in the family, so to speak, what harm was done? Actually, her discovery of the kids having fun together, and with Edna, assuaged her own smoldering guilt for having screwed Timmy.
She hurried over and offered a plump breast to Edna’s lips while Timmy kept on pleasuring himself with one of the redhead’s boobs. Beth continued to bob her head, pumping her mouth on her brother’s cock.
The foursome gravitated to the bed.
After awhile the floorboards resumed creaking as Marcella drew her young daughter to a sitting position on her face and Edna plunged between Marcella’s thighs. This left the redhead’s bottom sticking up in the air-a perfect invitation to Timmy.
The lad was momentarily confused, however. He saw not one hole, but two. The one with the red, curly hairs around it would be perfect for fucking, he realized-but how about the tiny, puckered hole between Edna’s buttocks? That might be even better for a small cock like his.
He sprang upon the grown woman and speared his little cock between her quivery white ass-cheeks.
“Ooooooooh!” she bellowed in surprise and momentary pain as she raised her face from Marcella’s cunt.
But then the pain turned to pleasure as Timmy’s slender prick began to pump rapidly in her asshole. She wrigglingly returned to licking her girl friend’s rich-tasting cunt while Timmy had the time of his young life, stroking his pecker up and down in her rear.
Beth enjoyed herself also, writhing astride her mother’s face while the latter used her talented tongue to caress the young girl’s hairless cunt and pry sensuously into her snug snatch. She tasted the cream which Timmy had deposited there and stroked her daughter’s clit with fluttery, delightful strokes.
Edna slurped greedily into Marcella’s twat, rubbing her cheeks against the brunette’s muff.
Timmy hunched like mad, driving his boyish cock to its full length into Edna’s rippling ass.
The room pulsated with waves of pleasure as Jasper Junction’s first family of fun enjoyed one another and let the business go hang.
Beth came, bouncing atop her mother’s face. Girlish moisture dribbled into Marcella’s mouth, and she greedily gulped it down. It was only a trickle compared to the gush of womanly goo that spread over Edna’s tongue as she flogged Marcella’s cunt to thrilling orgasm.
Edna achieved her climax as Timmy reached a pumping finale in her tight, rippling asshole. The lad spurted more this time. He was growing up.
If the Plummer family suffered from a lack of religion in their lives, they gave no sign of it. And if the town suffered from their presence, it gave no sign of it, either.
In fact, everyone seemed better off now that they had gotten rid of Pastor Polk and his Church of Holy and Mysterious Revelation.
Perhaps the Lord’s will had been done after all.