Chapter 3
Lust never bothered Joe Hartley. Joe wallowed in it. Every chance he got. Not that he wouldn't have given his wife a quick thump if she had been willing, but Mildred didn't think that sex was dignified. Well, dignified or not, Joe was ready to stick his prick in any cunt that came along, like these kids that were coming out of choir practice now.
He watched them coming out as if the warden had just thrown the prison door open and sprung all the jailbirds. That was the look on their faces. He wondered why the hell they bothered with church.. He knew that they hated it. Probably their parents made them do it. But they had never forced Jane. Why she hung around the church he could never understand. Sometimes he wished that she could be more like the others. He wished she could talk about dating and going out and petting and getting laid. All the things that any healthy girl her age did. Mildred had ruined her with all that talk of God and love.
Joe spotted Debbie Johnson about the same time she spotted him. He leaned over and opened the heavy door of the Cadillac so she could get in. "Hi," he called to her as she said, "Good morning." Her body was small but she was nice and tight once you got inside. He'd been in her a dozen times. She used to work as a carhop down at the Burger Bar and he'd kid her about wanting furburger and a box lunch when he stopped by in the afternoon for a quick snack. Instead of dumping a tray in his lap she had given him that certain smile and he'd asked her what time she got off from work. She wasn't like that twerpy little cunt he kept down at the plant and she didn't mind getting plugged in the front seat of the Caddie. He never bothered to take her to a motel.
"In a hurry?" Joe asked, not sure that she was going to stop. He knew that Jane would stay to help the music director and that asshole minister-Wooly Pepper, or whatever the hell his name was-to put away the hymnbooks. Christ, couldn't she be human for once? It made him want to vomit the way she frowned over this new fucking minister. And the guy wasn't even old yet. How in hell could any man let himself get shut away in a hole like Martinsville when he didn't even have a wife to throw a fast fuck to at night? From what he'd heard about the minister, he was strictly puritan. There had been a few stories going around about that last parson. Not that they were true or anything, but the guy was at least human enough so people could talk about him. But this nut, Holy Joe from the word go. It made him sick to think about it and about the way that Jane ate it all up.
"Waiting for Jane?" Debbie asked, sliding in beside him. Even though she had just come from church she was wearing a short skirt which covered little more than her cunt and a sweater which left nothing to the imagination. Joe couldn't help grabbing a quick feel of her firm round tits. "Hey!" Debbie giggled. "Want June to see us?" Joe lied and told her he didn't give a shit. He adjusted the rear-view mirror so he would see his daughter coming out of church.. He knew he had time to fool around a little but he didn't want to be surprised. Not by Jane.
"How come you didn't come see me last week?" Debbie asked, putting her hand in his lap so that it rested on his cock. "Got another girl?" There was no jealousy in her question, only curiosity. That was one reason why he liked to see her when he got a chance. She never bugged him about his private life.
"Had to work, honey," Joe explained. He knew she wouldn't understand. To Debbie work was joking around at the Burger Bar all afternoon and then leaving on the dot of five. She wouldn't understand that someone who made as much money as he did couldn't do that. "Hey," he said, remembering a story she had told him. "How did it go with that guy you were going out with on Saturday?"
She had to stop and think for a moment to remember who he was talking about. "Oh, him," she said, recalling their last conversation, "He was a creep. He tried to get his hand in my blouse right in the fucking intermission." Joe gathered that they had gone to the drive-in. He asked her if she slapped his face. "No," she admitted candidly. "I let him fuck me, too," she giggled. "I mean, just cause he was a creep, why shouldn't I have my fun?" Joe couldn't argue with her. He wished that Jane would look at it that way. Or at least be a little freer with things. He couldn't bear the thought of his daughter growing up to be such a tight-pussed bitch even if she was pretty and she meant well. That wasn't enough. No man could live on good intentions. He'd tried to explain that to her once but he'd seen how it had all gone right over her head.
"Come on, Joe, give me a little squeeze," Debbie said, getting impatient. After all, they didn't have much time. With his eyes still on the mirror above his head, Joe let his fingers creep up Debbie's leg, underneath her little skirt. He pushed his finger against the crotch of her panties and felt the reassuring softness of her pussylips. He always loved to touch her there. Through her nylon panties he couldn't feel the roughness of her cunt hair. He let his finger push between the little bumps and down into her cunt, pushing her panties down in with the finger. He could run his finger back and forth over the smooth nylon and make her squirm like shit. He liked to do it to her until her crotch was wet with clear fluid. Then he'd slip the crotch of her panties aside and diddle her clit until she came. If they had a little more privacy, he could have gone down on her. She liked that too.
"Oh, that feels so good, Joe," Debbie moaned as he frigged her. She was rubbing her own hand in his lap and his cock was already springing to life. He looked in the rear-view mirror again and glanced at the dashboard clock. He wondered if they would have time before Jane came out. Nervously, he took her hand and placed it on his zipper. He let her slide the zipper down and push her hand inside his fly. He stiffened as she caught his cock. Her hand was always so gentle when she handled it. He wondered how she had ever learned to be so good.
"Want me to pull it off?" Debbie offered. "Got a rubber?" He started to tell her that they'd better not but she was already reaching up under the dashboard to the little ledge where he always kept a few scumbags. She found one and ripped it open.
She put the wrapper in her purse. Joe looked up and down the street to make sure that nobody was coming. He looked in the mirror again. He quickly slipped his prick out of his pants and Debbie rolled the bag over his cock. He shoved his prick back in his pants and she reached in and grabbed him. He lay back on the seat and let her pull on him. At least this way he wouldn't come in his pants. That would be all that Jane would need to see. She'd probably never talk to him again. He didn't want to do anything like that to shake her up. He knew it wasn't right. Jane was a good kid, even though she was a little screwy. Besides, she wasn't too much screwier than his wife.
"Oh, do it to me," Joe told her as Debbie pulled briskly on his prick. He wished they could have gone somewhere and really got it on but Jane would be coming out any minute. He rubbed faster at the crotch of Debbie's panties and felt the dampness beginning to come through and wet his finger. He'd have to remember to wipe it off before Jane got in the car. Even Jane would , know what that smell was, although she'd be too embarrassed to say anything. Debbie pressed her body closer to him and-he could hear her heavy breathing. He moved his finger faster, trying to make her come. It was almost time to go inside that wet box and give her the final jiggle. She was pulling a little too hard 'On his cock, probably because she was so turned on. He looked down at her tits and wished they were naked. The sight of her tiny little nipples always got to him.
Joe slipped his finger under her panties and ran it through the tangle of pubic muff. Quickly he poked it into her snapper, first wetting it in her cream-filled hole, then running it up to her waiting clit. The cream made his finger slide as easily as it had slid on the nylon. He rubbed frantically at her clit. She was pulling in hard jerks at his prong. Joe could feel himself coming. For a moment he thought he was going to wet in his pants. Then he remembered the rubber and relaxed. He let it all happen. His fist gave the final whacks to his meat and his cock shot off. He felt the come pumping out into the scumbag. It felt funny the way it rubbed against his leg. His prick was shrinking but he knew the rubber would contain his load. At least until he got somewhere where he could take the damn thing off. He couldn't very well do it here. He wasn't religious or anything, but even Joe Hartley wouldn't drop a used scumbag in front of the church. He squirmed and zipped up his fly. Debbie was still looking at him. He had almost forgotten her need.
A quick check in the mirror showed him that Jane had not yet emerged from the church. He was too eager to finish Debbie to even notice how late his daughter was. He pulled the crotch of her panties aside and drew her skirt up until he could almost see her cunt. If anyone had been passing by they would have gotten an eyeful but there was luckily nobody on the street. He fit the finger tight to her snatch and diddled away. Debbie lay back on the seat and closed her eyes. Joe took advantage 'Of her position to cop a feel and the sensation that her tits gave him made his prick start to stiffen. Her tits were warm and round and made for a man to touch. And Debbie refused no one. At least nobody who was nice to her. And being nice to Debbie was just a matter of buying her a Coke. She was a very appreciative girl. He admired her generosity.
Debbie's scissored legs told him that she had come. He jabbed at her for a moment longer until she pulled his hand away. Her body stiffened and he drew back. He would let her enjoy it. He always wondered how a woman felt when she came. They acted so damn funny. And they could never get enough. That was why he liked them so much.
Debbie finally recovered herself and adjusted her panties. She blushed her skirt back down and noticed the clock on the dashboard. "Jane's really late today," she noted. "Hey, wait a minute. You know? I don't think that Jane was even there today!"
"No?" Joe asked, certain that Jane had asked him to pick her up after practice. It was very unlike Jane to keep him waiting or not to call him when something came up.
"No," Debbie said positively. "Now I remember. Mr. Pollock was even asking about her-he had a part he wanted her to sing-but nobody knew where she was. And she didn't call up or nothing."
"That's funny," Joe mused. "Maybe. I'd better check in the church." The thought of going into the church was unappealing in any event but with the limp rubber still hanging on his dick, the task was doubly distasteful. Still, it had to be done. He couldn't help being a little worried. Not that Jane couldn't take care of herself or anything, but this was very unusual. "I'd better go talk to the music director," Joe said.
"He'll be gone by now," Debbie noted. "You'll have to talk to Reverend Salter."
"That asshole?" Joe grumbled. He had formed the opinion the first time he had seen the man, even before his daughter had dragged him to church once. Seeing the minister in action only confirmed what he had already felt. What Reverend Salter did in the pulpit was no more than what some of his better salesmen could do when they had a customer cornered. Only his salesmen wrote bigger orders, even though Salter had pulled on a good collection.
"Don't talk about Reverend Salter like that," Debbie scolded in genuine distress. "Reverend Salter is a man of God! People like you and me shouldn't say things like that. God might hear you. Just because we don't believe in all that stuff is no reason to talk bad about the minister. He's not one of those phonies. Reverend Salter has a gift."
Joe would have argued with her but he knew she was sincere. That was the trouble with girls like Debbie. They were good to fuck but they would trust anyone. Christ, the sight of her was making him horny all over again. "Hey, Debbie. . . " Joe said. "Think maybe we got time..." He wondered if he should try to find out where Jane was first. Christ, he'd have to go into the church and then the minister would see that he had a hard on. And that god damn little twat was getting him all worked up again.
"Want to go ball, Joe?" Debbie asked gently. From the way that she said it, he could tell that she wanted it too. "We can't go down by the river today. All the kids will be there and it's daylight."
"We'll go to the Quick Stop," Joe told her dryly. It was a truckers' cafe with a few cabins out in back. On a Saturday night the beds in them never got cool. He could see that Debbie had been there before. She brushed her skirt down and waited for him to start the car.
Joe took one last look in the rear-view mirror. Jane still wasn't there. It seemed so strange that she wasn't. He was getting so jumpy that he could hardly drive. He knew he was speeding but he couldn't help it. None of the cops in town would say anything. Not to Joe Hartley. Except maybe "Good morning." As they pulled away from the church, Debbie slipped closer to his side. Joe wondered what his wife would think if she could see him now. Or his daughter. Jane would really die. Maybe someday some guy would get in her pants and straighten her out a little. God knows, she needed it. Joe slowed for the red light and then went through it without stopping. He was hot to get laid.
Debbie waited in the car while Joe got the key to their cabin. They drove on back to it and Joe gave her leg a little squeeze. In a few more moments he would be between those legs. Christ, he couldn't wait. He helped her out of the car and managed to catch another glimpse of her panties as her skirt rose up. She smiled coyly at him and brushed it down again. Inside his pants his prick was getting hard. It felt damned uncomfortable to have the scum-filled rubber still hanging from his dick.
Joe unlocked the door and stepped into the room ahead of her. It had a musty smell to it but that didn't matter. He switched on the light but the room stayed dim. The small overhead bulb had never been intended to show off too much. Debbie closed the door behind her and locked it. Without waiting for her lover, she grasped the hem of her sweater and drew it over her head. Joe turned to look at her. Her tits swelled out against the black brassiere. "Come here," he told her. She stepped in front of him. He reached behind her back and seized the straps. In a moment he had unhooked it. He let the straps fall and he seized the cups. He pulled the bra away from her body slowly as she stretched.' her arms out in front of her.
"Like my tits, Joe'?" Debbie asked.
"They're the greatest," he assured her. His hands ran lightly over them until the nipples erected under his touch. As he gently felt her up, her hips started to rotate. They undulated slowly in a fucking motion. Joe felt his cock throbbing. He had to get to the bathroom and get rid of the scumbag. Slowly he backed toward it, never letting her out of his reach.
When she saw what he was doing, she remembered the rubber. They stood just inside the bathroom door as she reached for his fly. Joe was still fondling her tits as she unzipped it. She unbuckled his belt too and let his pants drop in a heap around his shoes. She reached through the fly of underpants and grabbed his cock. She pulled it out and slowly rolled the scummy bag off it. She raised the top from the toilet and dropped the bag into the john. She left it floating there and turned back to him. "I'll lick it clean for you," she told him.
Joe stood in the bathroom door as Debbie went down on her knees and blew him. His prick was already getting the bone in it and a few licks of Debbie's rough tongue brought it up to full hardness. Debbie stopped for a moment and pulled his underpants down. She untied his shoes and let him step out of them. Then Debbie stood up again. He was naked from the waist down. She was naked from the waist up. They looked at each other for a moment. "Turn around and hold onto the sink," Joe said.
Debbie did as he told her. She stood with her back to him and leaned forward until her hands rested on the edge of the sink. Joe Hartley took her skirt and lifted it over her backside. He ran his hand over her bony' spine and pulled down her scanty panties, leaving them clinging to the middle of her thighs. "Hold on," Joe told her. Debbie was already holding. Her twat was humid with her pre coital juice. Joe's boner was stiff and ready. He guided it between her naked thighs and let it tickle the fur on her twat. He rubbed it back and forth between her legs until her ass began to twitch. He knew she was horny. He knew how badly she wanted to get laid. He was ready to give it to her. All eight inches.
He slipped it in slowly, carefully wedging the petals of her cunt lips apart, carefully sweeping the hair aside so he wouldn't pull on It. As his prick slipped between the soft lips he could feel the wetness her body was making. He let his prick be bathed in it as he slipped it back and forth through the soft groove, rubbing up against her clit, rubbing down, almost to her asshole. Cunt juice was oozing from her hole. It was oozing all over his cock. He knew it was time to put it in. He carefully positioned the head at her tight, wet opening and pushed into her body.
Debbie's knuckles went white as she clutched the sink. Her head raised and she stared up at the ceiling as she felt her body split apart. She didn't notice the peeling plaster. She didn't notice the deep cracks. All she was aware of was the stiffness that was going into her body. She gasped as her snatch was spread open. Ever so slowly Joe pushed himself into her. Her body quivered and fought back. Her twat contracted but he was too strong for her. His prick went in deeper, plowing everything aside. Even the hot cream couldn't provide enough lubrication to conceal the fiery friction. "Oh" God," Debbie moaned, her eyes partly closed. Her ass was jerking in spasms, working the muscles of her cunt tight against his prick. Joe kept pushing and his cock kept slipping in.
With a final thrust, Joe drove his prick into the deepest depths of her snatch. His balls banged up against her body as' her ass stopped the thrust of his hips. He reached up against her body as her ass stopped the thrust of his hips. He reached over and clutched her tits lightly. He rubbed her nipples in his hands. "Fuck me, Joe," she begged. He could hear her heavy breathing. Joe stood there with his bone up tight in her snapper. His rod didn't budge.
But the girl couldn't stand it. It was turning her wild. Slowly her ass started to undulate. Slowly, in a grinding motion, she was fucking his prick. It didn't take more than a few seconds to get him going. He couldn't stand to just let her do it to him like that. He knew she could bring him off that way if he wanted her to. But Joe wanted to take her hard.
Joe pulled his hands away from her tits and grasped her hips. He held her firmly as he started to fuck. He jammed his cock into her in hard thrusts. He could hear the sucking sound each time he pulled out again. Her cunt was floating his cock in juice. Each time his plunger pumped into her, cream squished out at the opening of her cunt. Joe pounded into her steadily. He could fuck her all day. Unless he happened to come. Which was just what was going to happen if his strokes stayed as hard as they were now. But Joe didn't stop. It felt much too good, for him to do that. He just kept fucking harder and harder.
"Oh, that feels so good," Debbie panted between each thrust. "Fuck me harder, Joe, oh please, fuck me harder!" she begged. But he kept her waiting a little. He made her wait until her hot little ass was squirming back and forth and her cunt was hugging his prick like a glove. Then he let her have it. His cock went wild inside her and his hips pounded frantically against her ass. She was battered forward but she kept pushing back. She kept pushing her body back onto that hot pole that was driving in and out of her snatch. She kept giving him a perfect shot at her gushing cunt.
Joe came in a frenzy of come and grunts and Debbie's uninhibited groan. The cry she made penetrated the thin walls of the cabin but there was nobody around to hear them. Joe Hartley's load was thrilling her body, tickling and jiggling and goosing and flying around inside her twat. Her legs stiffened as she felt herself come. Joe leaned back so his hips could press forward and hold his spurting hose tight inside her. Already come was leaking out of her twat and running down into the panties which still were stretched between her thighs. It didn't matter. They had come here to fuck. Now they had done it and everything was okay.
They washed up and dressed quickly when it was all over. Debbie had to meet some girl friends and Joe knew that he had business to take care of. He felt a little guilty about knocking Debbie off when he should have been thinking of Jane. They got back into the car without speaking and again Joe drove quickly, even though he felt limp inside. He would have to go talk to the minister. Debbie said he should trust him. Well, he wasn't going to trust that minister-or like him either. "I'd better go see Salter," he told Debbie as they parked in front of the church. He resisted making any more cracks about preachers. When a girl fucked as good as Debbie, there was no need to piss her off.
"See you, Joe," she told him lightly, getting out of the car and waving him good-bye.
Reverend Salter was in his office when Joe stepped inside the church. The minister heard the door open and stepped out into the hall to see who it was. Joe could see that the minister looked as surprised to see him as he felt to find himself inside the church in the middle of the week. "Hello, Parson," Joe said, trying to be friendly but not quite sure what to call the man. "Reverend Salter" was a little too much for him. As far as he was concerned, Salter was no more reverend than he was. But he hadn't intended to insult the man.
"Reverend Salter," the minister said, correcting him. "We're not Anglicans here, Mr. Hartley. But perhaps you didn't know that." he added sarcastically. Joe was about to tell him to go fuck himself but he remembered the purpose. Jane was too important to him to let a disagreement with the minister stand in the way of her well-being.
"Look, Reverend Salter," Joe said, swallowing his pride. "I'm looking for my daughter, Jane."
"Your daughter?" the minister said with 'some surprise. "You ask me for the whereabouts of your daughter?" "For Christ's sake, she was supposed to be at choir practice today." Joe realized that he had said something he shouldn't have but the minister overlooked it with a haughty glare.
"Mr. Hartley, this is a church. It is not a shelter for wayward children, nor a clearing house for parents who cannot keep charge of their offspring.
You ask me where your daughter is. I might ask you that same question. Where, Mr. Hartley, is your daughter? Don't you know? What kind of a parent are you that you don't know?"
Cotton Salter's voice was one step below a shout but Joe Hartley stepped back so he wouldn't be deafened by the roar. "Look, Reverend, I just came in and asked you a simple question. Just tell me, plain and simple, have you seen Jane today? Just tell me if she was here at practice." Although Salter was making him feel like a fool, Joe had long since learned that the only way you get things in like is to put up with whatever it takes, even if it is unpleasant. He was not about to leave without some information, even if the damned minister was yelling in his face.
"How would I remember, Mr. Hartley? You know, we have quite a few people who come here every day, even though you may not be one of them. How am I supposed to remember everyone who comes into the church?"
"She was to be here for choir practice," Joe explained. "Wouldn't they notice if' she didn't show up?"
"Choir practice is conducted by Mr. Pollock," the minister explained, as though he were talking to a fool.
"Well?" Joe demanded. "Where's Pollock?" He knew that the parson was giving him the runaround but he knew that the only way he'd get what he wanted was to go through all the steps, no matter how silly it seemed.
"Mr. Pollock has gone home," Cotton told him.
"Well, damn it, you must have a phone around this place!" Joe bellowed, finally getting mad himself. He knew that the minister was baiting him and he wondered why. He wondered if Salter was this way with everyone or only people who didn't go to church regularly.
"Your daughter was not here today, Mr. Hartley," the minister exclaimed in an icy tone.
"You couldn't have told me in the first place?" Joe grumbled.
"As I said, Mr. Hartley, this is not a home for orphans or negligent parents. This is a church, Mr. Hartley, the house of God! You would do well to examine your life, Mr. Hartley, and perhaps you would find that with God's help you can be a better parent. Will that be all, Mr. Hartley?"
"Yea!" Joe grunted as he struggled to keep from saying what he really wanted to. As far as he was concerned, Parson Salty could take his church and his whole congregation and shove them both up his ass. Only Jane wouldn't like to hear that he had spoken to the minister like that. He pushed open the door without saying good-bye.