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 cunt 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 cunt, 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 working 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!”
He stopped, spun around, and slapped her so viciously across the face that he knocked her off her feet. She landed hard on her panties on the floor.
“Ooooooh!” she wailed, as much from rage and frustration as from physical hurt.
Thaddeus stomped from the house. He got into his car and began to drive, having no fixed destination at first, but then realizing that he would have to see Len Carpenter, who was the assistant pastor and the logical choice to take over the congregation.
In his travels, which had begun in his home state of Tennessee a dozen years ago, Thad had established branches of his church in several states. A couple had since broken away, but the rest had remained loyal, because he had called back on them frequently, and they continued to send him a small percentage of their financial proceeds. It was a good racket, not calculated to make a man wealthy, but permitting him to live the good life and keep moving. That was what Thad required. If he ever were to settle down, he firmly believed, he would die.
The Carpenters lived in a modest house on the edge of town. Len was an insurance agent, in addition to working in the church. His wife was a stay-at-home woman who gave the impression of being very devout. She doted on the fundamentalist aspects of the religion without practicing its libertarian concepts-except with Thad. He had gotten to her, of course, and had found her a hell of a screw.
The beauty of Thad’s religion was that its precepts were sufficiently elastic to cover just about anything a person wanted to do, while giving them a sense of security and sanctification, also. He emphasized the free-wheeling aspects of the faith only when it served his personal purposes to do so, or when a “sinning” church-member came to him in guilty torment and sought absolution. He made them feel a lot better, whether he fucked them or not. Not all of the enthusiastic adherents to the faith were female and, of those, certainly not all were attractive. Thad made them all feel good, when they really needed it, and that was one of the reasons that his church was so popular.
He had removed the masochism from religion and set the people free. In so doing, he truly believed that he was serving God.
He parked in front of the Carpenters’ house, got out, and walked up the cracked strip of concrete to the front door. A little girl came bounding off the porch to greet him.
“Hello, Cindy!” he said with a big smile. “Are your mommy and daddy home?”
“My mommy is, Pastor Polk!” the six-year-old replied.
“Well, good! I’ll just walk right in and have a talk with her, if I may.”
All good homemakers were preparing dinner at that hour, and Mae Carpenter was no exception. The buxom blonde was busy at the stove when Thad walked up behind her. But she-unlike Edna a little while ago-was fully dressed. Thad was out of gas, anyway.
“Hello, Mae,” he said, and she jumped.
“Oooh, my Lord!” she exclaimed. “Thaddeus, you nearly frightened me out of a year’s growth!”
He chuckled and sat on a kitchen chair.
Mae made a few quick adjustments at the range, then looked around anxiously. “Well, uh, Len will be home in a little while… ”
“That’s okay,” Thad smiled. “I’m in no big hurry to see him.”
It was a perfectly innocent remark, as far as Thaddeus was concerned. For once, he had no ulterior motive. But Mae didn’t take it that way.
A smile wreathing her round, doll-like face, she hurried to him and plumped herself onto his lap. She unzipped her dress-front, reached inside, and brought out a full, quivering breast.
“Wouldn’t you like an appetizer before dinner?” she asked.