Linda slumped heavily into the back pew.
Linda's eyes were on the dark loft in the front of the church. She imagined her daddy's smooth pecker sliding effortlessly in and out of Joan's sloppy, whore's cunt.
"What are you so mad about?" Tommy asked.
"I'm not mad. Just getting edgy to get it over with, I guess. Sorry I'm such lousy company."
"You couldn't ever be lousy company, Linda."
"You're sweet, Tommy." She licked her lips. "Kiss me."
He kissed her, softly at first, then with more urgency. Linda put her hands to the back of his head.
Tom remembered how big her nipples were, and how hot she got when he rubbed them. His hands came up and cupped her tits through her blouse.
Linda felt a quick thrill and stiffened. "Don't," she said.
"Why not?" Tommy asked, still rubbing his palms over her tits.
"What almost happened the other night was a mistake."
"No, Linda, it wasn't a mistake, and it didn't happen because you thought your father was watching, but not because you didn't want it to happen."
He had her blouse out of her skirt and his hands up on her breasts, one finger inside her bra rubbing one of her big nipples.
"You had your chance before I met Bill and didn't do anything about it," she said. "What made Bill choose you for his best man, anyway? You're several years older than he is."
"We met in college and liked each other. Bill really doesn't have many friends. He's a loner."
"I can see why," Linda said, watching him unbuttoning her blouse, but making no move to stop him. He got her blouse open and pulled down her bra, both big tits popping out. "With friends like you, he doesn't need enemies."
"I know it, and I feel like a rat, but when I look at you, Bill can go fuck himself for all I care." He was gently caressing her nipples.
"Kiss it, Tommy," she hissed softly.
He lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked it in. It was big and hard inside his mouth. Her legs came open and she took his hand and laid it on her thigh. Then she pushed it up under her skirt. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.
When he reached the top of her legs, he rubbed his finger against the wet crotch of her panties and then pushed his fingers under the leg band of her panties. He touched first the firm node of her button, softly rubbing it to erection, then slid down the oily-slick cunt. Linda squirmed against his hand and moaned softly as his finger parted the warm folds of skin and entered her hole.
"Jesus, Tommy, finger-fuck me… it feels good," she groaned, pushing against his finger.
He had two fingers all the way in her cunt and both nipples red and raw before he lifted his face and kissed her mouth. "I have to fuck you, baby, I have to," he said. "Lay back in the pew; I can't wait!"
"Oh, my God," Linda cried, "not in the church." But she let him push her back onto the hard wood of the pew. She lay back and opened her legs.
Tommy opened his fly and took out his cock. He got between her legs, spreading her cunt-lips with his cockhead, and then pushed into her with a hard thrust.
Linda thought she was in Heaven, realizing that this was what she wanted. His cock was nice and thick, and seemed endless as he pushed in. Tommy could fuck her, her daddy could fuck her, anyone could fuck her if they got her hot. She just didn't care once she was hot.
"Jesus, Tommy, you really have a nice one," she moaned. "It's so big, and it feels so good."
"That's what my mother always told me," Tommy said.
"Your own mother?"
"My own mother."
"You mean you fucked your own mother?" Linda asked.
"Hell yes. Regularly. Now shut up and fuck; your talking is distracting."
It thrilled Linda to think of this man jazzing his own mother. She raised her knees to get his cock in deeper, lifting with her hips to meet his urgent thrusts. She needed this, needed it badly, and it felt so good. Her cunt sucked hungrily at the long shaft of his cock. She knew she would have a good come, even if he started popping right now; she could let hers go anytime she wanted.
Tommy was breathing hard, the exquisite tickle in his nuts signaling the beginning of the end. Her cunt was tight and hot, but he was sure that Mama was a better fuck. It excited him that he was fucking Linda on the same spot where he had fucked her mother a day earlier. He wondered if he would get another chance at Mama; he knew he would fuck Linda again.
Linda sensed his nearness, and her pussy tightened around his cock and sucked. She was on the verge of spending, but she wanted his seed spurting at the same moment.
"I'm there, baby, I'm there! I'm gonna fill your pussy to the brim!" Tommy shouted, fucking hard and fast.
"Yes… Yes! Give it to me! I can take it all!"
"I'll bet you can."
And he started spurting.
Linda came, too, grunting and jerking.
When she sat up and straightened her skirt down, she could feel his stuff leaking from her pussy. She closed her eyes and lit a cigarette, drawing the smoke deep.
"That was heavenly, Tommy," she said.
"Yeah. I've never fucked a girl in a church before," he lied.
"Don't feel lonely. I've never been fucked in one, either. It's a little hard on the back, but I think I like it."
"I rather suspected that, Linda. You know, you're not exactly the kind of girl I thought you were."
"Aha… now the truth comes out," she said coldly, dragging on her cigarette. "After you fuck the girl, she's a tramp. That's neat, Tommy, lets your conscience off the hook. Of course, you're just Bill's best friend, and I sure as hell didn't notice you fighting me off."
Tommy chuckled. "That's not exactly what I meant, but I have to admit that I'm glad it's not me that's marrying you."
"You're damn right you can be glad, because the first thing I'd do if you were, is insist that you stop fucking with your mother."
"Ouch!" Tommy said, almost laughing. "That hurts, baby. You know, I never told anyone else; I don't know why I told you. It just came out."
"You really fuck with your own mother?" Linda asked.
"I said I did, didn't I? And she's a damn good lay, too. Dad was gone a lot and she got lonely. I was only twelve when she seduced me the first time. After that it was a regular thing whenever Dad was gone. She's only eighteen years older than me, and built great for her age. Hell, she's almost as young as your mother." He gave her a sly gain. "Doesn't look quite as good, though."
"You rotten bastard, keep my mother out of this."
"Just kidding, baby. Kidding aside, though, learning about sex from your own mother has its points."
"It seems perverted to me. And dirty."
"And fucking with the best man in a church pew a day before you get married doesn't?"
"Well, yeah, but it's not the same." All of a sudden Linda felt dirty because she had fucked with her daddy, and she didn't like the feeling. "You're a bastard, Tommy, a real bastard. I don't think I like you very much, in fact, not at all."
She got to her feet and started from the pew. Tommy grabbed her wrist and spun her back to him. As she spun around, she saw Joan and her father slip down from the choir loft. She also saw the preacher slink into the shadows.
"Hold on, honey," Tommy growled. "You're going with me."
"Okay, Tommy," Linda said softly. "Is there someplace we can go? I don't like to make love in a car."
Tommy grinned. "I can get another motel room."
"And we'll take our time and do it right this time. Okay?" Linda said. "And let's get a bottle and get drunk. I want to get drunk… good and drunk. And we can fuck all night."
She pulled free from his grip and headed for the door.