Martin finished his breakfast and kissed Louise goodbye. She watched him through the kitchen window as he pulled the car out of the driveway and down the street. She sighed softly and finished the dishes.
Martin drove by the church and checked with the church secretary for calls. Nothing was pressing so he told her that he was going to do some visiting before lunch. He swung his car back out into the street and drove several blocks over to Palmdale Avenue. The street was quiet this morning and the old oaks along the sides shaded the street from the morning sun. He pulled the car to a stop in the driveway of one of the old, well-kept houses.
Reaching the door, he rang the bell. After a few moments, the door swung open and a stately lady of some fifty odd years greeted him with a smile.
"Good morning, Reverend! How nice of you to drop by," she said warmly, motioning him inside.
"Good morning, Mrs. Parker," he replied. Seeing that she was still in her robe, he paused. "If you like, I can come back later," he added.
"Nonsense!" she chided. "What mischief could an old lady get a young man like you into?"
He stepped into the cool living room and took the chair that she motioned to. She paused and smiled at him.
"Would you like some coffee? I was about to have mine."
"Yes, thank you. That would be fine." He watched her leave the room, a strange feeling creeping up the back of his neck. She was a fine figure of a woman for her age. In the robe, her figure still had a youthful look. She had been a widow for four years and he wondered why she hadn't remarried. She was pretty enough to attract a man and he knew that she was comfortable financially. With a shrug he dismissed the train of thought and settled back in the chair.
She returned with two cups, setting one on the table near his chair. "I believe you take it black," she said, pausing for an answer.
"Yes. And thank you," he replied, lifting the cup to his lips.
She eased herself onto the sofa across from him and sipped her coffee. Her eyes seemed to watch him closely. He was almost uncomfortable. He set his cup aside and smiled at her.
"Well, Mrs. Parker, how have you been?" he asked.
"Martin, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is Julia and you are to call me that. And I have been fine," came her spirited reply.
"All right, Julia. You look marvelous. I keep hoping that I'll have the pleasure of performing a marriage ceremony between you and some fine gentleman," he teased.
"Ha! There are damn few 'fine gentlemen' around. Besides, I'm waiting for you." She raised an eyebrow and enjoyed the banter.
Martin grinned and shook his head. He relaxed and lifted his coffee again.
"How have you been?" she asked over the rim of her cup. Her grey eyes echoed the question but at a deeper level.
"Just fine. The girls are growing and Louise is healthy and lovely as ever," he replied. She crossed her legs and he caught a glimpse of white thighs. A lump formed in his throat. He looked quickly back to her face.
"Yes, Louise is lowly and seems to be everything that a man could want in a wife," Julia echoed. Her tone and her eyes seemed to ridicule her words.
"She is!" Martin knew that his tone was wrong. He wondered what subconscious thought had come to the surface in his actions. Julia had noticed, also.
The robe had slipped off her knees and Martin was having trouble keeping his eyes on her face. Her legs were long and well shaped and the skin looked like marble. He swallowed hard and tried harder.
Julia was aware of her bared legs but made no move to cover them. Her eyes seemed to laugh. She watched him and then slowly uncrossed them, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, hands cradling her cup.
"I'm sure that she takes care of all your needs," she added. Her voice was lower and throaty. Martin almost flinched with the effect that it had on him.
"Oh, yes, completely," he replied. His tone was still wrong and they both caught it.
"You would be quite a man to handle." The sentence dripped with insinuation.
Martin looked away from her and tried to think of someway to change the subject. His cock was pulsing beneath his slacks and he could feel it already beginning to harden.
"Uh, how are your flowers this year?" he stuttered.
"They're fine. The loveliest I've ever had," she replied. Her tone was still soft and husky and he could feel her eyes on him.
He looked back to her and her gray eyes were fixed on the slight bulge in his lap. She licked slowly over her full lips and then she met his eyes and smiled slightly.
"Would you like to see them?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes! Yes, I would," he said with more than a little relief.
"Then come along. I have one very special one I would enjoy showing you." She stood and held out her hand to him.
He rose and took her hand letting her lead him through the large house to a sun porch. The glassed in worn was full of flowers and plants. She stopped just inside the door and maintained her grasp on his hand. Martin stopped and felt the light, brief brush of the back of her hand across the front of his slacks. His cock jerked and he sucked in his breath sharply. She seemed to ignore his reaction.
"They are beautiful!" he exclaimed, surveying the room.
"Thank you. I think they are the best I have had." Her pride was evident.
Martin's palm was sweating against hers and he was feeling a little warm. The room was warm with the morning sun but that wasn't what was making him warm.
She released his hand and he turned to look at her. There was a liquid, hazy look to her eyes and her lips were parted. He stared at her for a moment, confused.
"Now, for the special treat I promised." Her voice was a husky whisper. "Sit down here and I'll show you."
He lowered himself into the wicker chair and stared up at her. She smiled and gazed back at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees between his feet. Martin gasped. Her slim fingers clutched the half-hard bulge of his cock through his slacks.
"Julia!" he choked.
"Oh, be quiet and let an old lady have her fun," she chided. "Besides, if you don't co-operate, I'll have to tell the other ladies how you came to visit and made lewd and obscene suggestions to me, a poor defenseless old lady."
Her threat and the movement of her fingers quieted his objections for a moment. By the time he had recovered from the shock and would have fought from another angle, her hot, soft fingers were inside his slacks, tugging his swelling cock out.
"Ooooo! Such a nice big cock!" she crooned, fondling the hard column of flesh. "It looks delicious!"
Her last three words stabbed into Martin's mind. He stiffened and felt the last thread of his inhibitions dissolve. He looked down at her and waited.
She rolled his cock between her palms, her eyes fixed on it her tongue flicking across her lips expectantly.
"Does your wife suck your cock, Martin?" she asked without taking her eyes off it.
Martin was too stunned to answer. He sat very still and watched her, her hands and words bringing his blood to a boil.
"Well? Does she?" Julia insisted, turning her eyes up to his face, briefly.
"Uh, no," he replied weakly.
"Oh, that's terrible! Such a waste of lovely cock and delicious cum!" Her breathing was becoming ragged and wafted hotly over the sensitive skin of his cock.
Cradling his throbbing cock in her palms, she dipped her head and flicked her pointed tongue across the dark head. Martin gasped and his hips jerked. Her tongue made slow circles around and around the silky knob, her breath hot and moist over it.
"Mmmmm! It's delicious!" she purred. "Your cum will just have to taste a good or better."
Martin was gripping the arms of the chair, his head lolling on his shoulders, his teeth clenched against the racking sensations that her tongue and lips were stirring in his gorged cock. Her lips nipped at the dark bulbous head, her tongue stabbing at the tiny slit. She paused and turned her head aside, one hand leaving his cock for a moment and then returning. He lifted his head to see what the interruption was. Her mouth opened and she circled his cockhead with her soft lips.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as her mouth slipped lower and lower over his cock. Her tongue laved the underside of the shaft as she sucked and squeezed the pulsing rod. Slowly, he realized that there were no sharp edges in her mouth, only soft wet flesh. He knew what she had done. She had removed her teeth. The thought and the sensation on the hot sucking orifice drove him to a fever pitch.
"Mmmmphh!" she moaned around his cock. Her head was bobbing over his lap in ever quickening rhythm.
Martin was having difficulty. His balls were throbbing and aching. He knew that it would be a matter of seconds before it would be all over. He fought the pressure, trying to stay his climax. He was fighting a losing battle. Her mouth was pulling hungrily, urgently at his cock. She sucked as if she were starving. Her hot breath whistled through her nostrils and her fingers squeezed and massaged the base of his cock. His fingers combed through her silver curls as he gripped her head.
"Ummm hmmmm!" she hummed. Her mouth quickened its pace and her body was trembling.
Martin looked down through the slits of his eyes and saw her hand between her thighs, her robe and gown pulled up out of the way and her fingers, hidden from sight by the folds of cloth, obviously were digging in her cunt.
He groaned and arched his hips high. The woman clung to him, her mouth sinking over the total length of his vibrating cock. He felt the back of her throat pressing against his cockhead.
"Aaahhhhh! AAW. Uh! Uh!" His body stiffened. His hands held her head tightly.
Julia moaned and forced her head back until just the bulbous head of his cock remained captured by her mouth. Martin shivered and the first gusher of his thick, hot cum burst into her mouth. She whimpered and swallowed greedily. Her throat worked and her lips clenched tighter.
Again and again his cock bucked in her toothless mouth and flooded it with his creamy cum. She gulped each geyser down and eagerly awaited the next. Martin shuddered and the final spurt filled her mouth and her body shook as she crashed into her own climax. She thrashed at his feet, her mouth sucking and squeezing his cock as she rode the throes of climax. With a gasp, she relaxed and held his pulsing, spent cock in her mouth, mouthing it softly.
Martin sat in stunned pleasure soaked silence for several minutes, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as ho tried to regain his breath. He felt her release his cock and her body shifted. His eyes flickered and opened. She sat between his feet, smiling up at him. Her teeth glistened whitely behind the smile.
"Absolutely delicious cum!" she sighed.
"Ooooo!" he half-groaned, half-sighed. His cock lay still half-hard, outside his fly. He reached to tuck it back in his pants.
"Oh, no! Not yet!" she objected, catching his hand.
He looked down at her, his face betraying his shock. He could feel her fingers stroking the slippery sides of his cock shaft. His body was still buzzing with the effects of coming.
"Let's go back inside for the next round," she suggested. She rose to her feet nimbly and offered him her hand. He staggered to his feet and let her lead him into the kitchen.
She released his hand and turned to face him, her back to the small dining table. She lifted her gown and robe until she was exposed from the waist down. Her slim legs were joined to youthful thighs. At the juncture of them, her dark pussy hair with flecks of gray in it lay matted with juices from her cunt.
"If you eat me nicely, I have a special dessert for you," she purred, sliding back onto the table and opening her legs. Her dark red pussy lips opened. The inner surfaces of them were shiny with her slippery dew. She leaned back on her elbows and waited.
Martin stood for a moment, his mind befuddled. He looked down at the woman's drooling cunt and the relaxed, confident expression on her face and then back to her cunt. Something stirred deep in his loins. Heat rose through him and his cock stirred and throbbed, his mouth watering at the thought of the taste of her cunt. He dropped to his knees and lowered his head toward her crotch.
"Oooo, yes! Lick my pussy, Martin!" Julia cooed.
His nostrils picked up the faint sharp odor of her cunt and it pushed his fever higher. His tongue reached out and he scooped it through the gaping slit, funneling the collected juices into his mouth. Lust boiled up inside him and he moaned. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders, the soft inner skin pressing against his cheeks.
"Ahhh! Eat it! Eat that slimy cunt!" Her voice sounded faraway and strained. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled his face tighter against her cunt.
Martin became lost in her pussy. His mind as well as his mouth became involved in the slippery juices, the soft curls and the fleshy, satiny lips. He licked and sucked hungrily, driven by some unidentifiable drive to suck her dry and drive her body to a frenzy of pleasure.
Her hips were flexing slowly, her firm ass slapping softly against the table top. Her fingers clawed at his head and her moans became more and more insistent. Martin thrust his tongue as deep as he could reach into the hot wet cavern of her cunt and she jerked. He tongue fucked her for several seconds, savoring the sweet-sour taste.
"Soooo good!" Julia moaned. "Soooo fucking goood!"
Martin had become a mindless wild man. His lust boiled and throbbed through him and his tongue craved the thin slippery juices of her cunt. He licked and sucked, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. His tongue sliced up through the folds of her pussy and found the hard little knob of her clit. Her whole body stiffened as his tongue caressed it.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh!" Her muscles tightened and her legs clamped around his head.
He flicked back and forth over the tiny love button. His lips circled it and he sucked. Every attention he gave it drove her further into her frenzy until she screeched and began to tremble. Her body bounced on the table and her hands clawed at his head. Her throat emitted hoarse animal growls as her climax racked her.
Martin lapped hungrily at the almost steady stream of thin sweet juice that oozed from her cunt. His face and chin were coated with it and he sucked in every drop that he could reach.
Julia shuddered and moaned. Her hands pushed at his head as her legs relaxed and released their hold on his head. He sat back on his heels, and stared at her gaping wet curd. He could see her pussy walls spasming in the final, waves of her climax.
Still panting, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and smiled dreamily down at him. Her hand cupped her pussy lovingly and she shivered.
"Now, for your dessert," she rasped. "Looks like you are ready for it." Her eyes had dropped to his hard pulsing cock.
She slid off the table and stood a moment, getting her balance and straightening her robe and gown. "Sit over here. I'll be right back," she instructed.
Martin scrambled to his feet and settled into the chair she had indicated. He sat on the edge of it, his blood still pounding, his cock jerking slowly with his pulse. He heard Julia talking to someone and then footsteps came through the house toward him.
Martin's jaw dropped and he froze as Julia came into the kitchen. At her side was a girl, barely twelve or thirteen. He looked from the girl to Julia and then back to the girl. She was clad in panties and shoes and socks. She was smiling boldly.
"Wha…!" he gasped.
"Martin, this is my granddaughter, Sharon. Sharon, this is Reverend Skinner," Julia replied.
"He does have a nice cock, Grandma," the girl said softly.
Martin suddenly remembered that his cock was exposed. He reached for it. A disappointed look flashed across the girl's face and she looked up at Julia.
"Now, Martin, don't be embarrassed, this is the dessert I promised you," Julia scolded. "She loves to suck cocks as much as her grandmother does."
Martin could only stare at the two females. The girl kept smiling at him, glancing down at his cock. Her bare breasts were small cones of flesh, barely more than nipples. Her filmy panties teased his eyes with the shadow of the crevice that ran down between her thighs. His eyes came back to her face and she was licking her lips, her eyes fixed hungrily on his cock. Her small hand dropped to her crotch and rubbed slowly over the slight bulge of her pussy.
"Don't be bashful, Sharon. Go suck his sweet cock," Julia urged.
The girl moved slowly toward Martin, her eyes never varying from his swollen tool. She stopped just in front of him and reached out to touch his face. Martin shivered as the small warm fingers brushed his cheek. She moved closer and her hand slipped behind his head. Before he realized what she was doing, she was pulling his face toward her bare chest.
"Would you suck my nipples, please Reverend?" she asked in a small voice.
Martin moaned low. The budding breast pressed to his lips, the small nipple hard and hot. His mouth opened and his tongue lashed the small bud. The girl gasped and pulled harder at the back of his head. He circled the nipple and sucked it gently. He closed his eyes and slid his hand around the girl's hip, the silky cloth of her panties caressing his palm. He cupped her small ass and massaged it gently.
"Oooo! Nice!" Sharon puffed as his tongue laved her nipple. Her small hand sought his cock and closed around the feverish head.
Martin groaned and sucked harder. Her small fingers were driving all inhibitions and reluctance from him. His hand squeezed the firm cheeks of her small ass. His other hand touched the soft warm skin of her thigh and skimmed up it to the warm crotch of her panties. The girl gasped and tugged at his cock. His fingers probed the slippery nylon, pushing it into the little slit.
In the back of his mind it dawned on Martin that the girl was about the same age and size as Kathy. A flood of heat and lust surged through him. For a moment, he didn't realize what had caused it. Then he knew that he was fantasizing about his own daughter. He nibbled the girl's nipple and pushed his finger into the firm lipped crevice of her little pussy.
"Oh, Grandma! He's making me come!" she squeaked.
His lingers nabbed deeper and harder at the girl's pussy and he sucked and tongued at her little nipple with mindless passion.
"That's nice! Let it come, baby!" the woman urged. Martin could detect an overtone of breathlessness and lust in the woman's voice. He couldn't see her but he knew that she was probably close by, jacking herself off.
Suddenly, something tugged the girl's panties down, leaving Martin's fingers pressed against her naked, wet little pussy.
"Thank you, Grandma," the girl rasped. Her small body was jerking back and forth against the pressure of Martin's fingers. Her small hand flew back and forth over his swollen cock.
"Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned and trembled against his face and hand. Warm, slippery juices drenched his fingers.
Sharon pushed his wet mouth from her nipple and smiled at him. "Thank you for a nice come," she whispered, holding his face in her small hands. "Now, it's your turn."
The small body dropped between his knees and her little hands cupped his cock. Her fingers barely reached around the shaft. Martin slumped slightly in the chair and watched fascinated as the girl's face dropped to his crotch, her mouth stretching open wide. The dark head of his cock touched her taut lips and he almost came. He jerked and groaned as the wet heat of her mouth pushed down over the throbbing head. Her small tongue flicked quickly back and forth over it.
Martin lifted his glazed eyes and found Julia sitting nearby, her gown and robe pulled up, her legs open, her fingers tearing at her drooling, gaping cunt as she watched the girl sucking his cock.
"Good, isn't she?" she grunted.
"Mmmmm!" was all the reply he could muster.
"She is an expert pussy eater, too."
Martin looked at the woman. His mind conjured up a picture of the girl kneeling between her grandmother's thighs, her small mouth cupped around the woman's mushy cunt, sucking the sweet juices from it. He shivered with the thought and felt his body press dangerously close to the point of coming.
Sharon was moaning over his cock, the vibrations of her mouth and throat adding yet another sensation to the multitude that he was feeling. He caught her small head in his hands and held it still as he fucked his cockhead slowly in and out of her tight mouth. She gurgled and sucked hard and deep.
"Fill her mouth full! She loves cum!" Julia rasped from her chair. Martin glanced at her in time to see the woman shuddering in the throes of a climax. Her fingers dug at her oozing cunt, her legs jerking and her body shaking.
Sharon shivered as if she were coming. Martin looked down at the girl and saw the strained expression on her small face. He could see both of her hands so he knew that she wasn't jacking off. She shivered again and groaned around his cock. She was coming from just the act of sucking him off.
He thrust again and again into the tight little mouth, the little tongue stabbing at the sensitive flesh of his cockhead. His balls convulsed and he jerked. He felt the sudden swelling in the shaft of his cock and stiffened.
The girl recognized the symptoms and braced herself for the flood. Hot, thick cum boiled into her mouth and she whimpered, her throat working as she swallowed hungrily. Her body flexed and she jerked as she came herself. Each gusher of cum was quickly and greedily swallowed until Martin gasped and issued the final spud. Sharon was shuddering convulsively as she rode out the ebbing waves of her climax.
For several minutes, the girl held his cock in her mouth, closing it gently. Her tongue laved it, licking the last drops of his cream from it. Finally, she let it slide from her lips and looked up at him, her smile shiny with his cum.
"I told you that she was dessert. She is special, isn't she?" Julia asked.
"Very special," Martin gasped.
"His cock is absolutely luscious!" the girl bubbled.
"I know," Julie replied.
Martin looked at the two, and found he was speechless. Julia smiled at him and rose. She lifted the girl gently from the floor. The naked little body held Martin's eyes with some strange magic.
"I'll give you a hint of what's in store for your next visit," Julia said. Her slim fingers dropped and probed the girl's naked little pussy and came out glistening with her juices. Her fingers came to his lips and pushed between them. The sweet taste of the young pussy filled his mouth and throat. His cock pulsed.
"Put the reverend's cock back in his pants and run along, Sharon. I'll see him out and then join you," the woman instructed.
"Yes, Grandma," the girl replied. Her small hands grasped Martin's cock. She bent and kissed it lightly and then slipped back inside his fly and tugged the zipper closed.
"Thank you, Reverend Skinner, for a nice snack. I'm looking forward to your next visit. Thinking about it makes my pussy burn," the girl said.
"Thank you, Sharon," Martin mumbled, still in a slight state of shock.
The girl turned and skipped out of the room. Martin struggled to his feet and faced the woman. She smiled and motioned, toward the front of the house.
"Thank you for your visit, Martin. I thank you and Sharon thanks you and my pussy thanks you," she expressed softly.
"You won't tell, Julia?" he fumbled.
"Please, Martin, don't concern yourself. This will be our little secret," she assured him.
"I don't know what to say," he confessed.
"No words needed. We have had a nice morning and no one was harmed. Goodbye for now," she replied. She kissed his cheek lightly and opened the front door.
Martin stepped out into the morning sun and headed for his car. His mind was buzzing and his body was satiated.