Chapter 3

Sunday morning, during church, Terri sat quietly, not hearing a word of the sermon. She had remembered she didn't take a pill on a certain day, and now after sowing her wild oats was silently praying for a crop failure. She knew she would get it on with Larry Ross again, though, no matter what; he was too fucking hung to resist.

Ralph wasn't listening, either. It troubled him that he and Mavis were quarreling so much, that and preoccupation with a bank deal—mostly the bank deal.

Mavis sat chewing at her bottom lip. She was still upset over her sister, especially since she and Ralph had quarreled again only this morning. She remembered her last statement, the one that ended the fight.

"You have a hell of a lot to talk about, buster; your older brother's a fallen-down drunk and your younger brother is sleeping with half the married women in town."

Ralph had turned red with rage and stamped out of the room, his old saw about the Condon's being people of quality silenced for at least the time being.

After the service, Connie Bishop, the preacher's wife came over and asked if she could talk with him over at the house. He graciously assured her that he would and told Mavis and Terri to go ahead that he would be along shortly.

Ralph assumed that it was church business since he was one of its largest contributors as well as president of the board. The Condon's were very important people. The three brothers owned the bank as their father had before them and a good deal of the town and outlying property. Of course, Clyde, the oldest, was a drunk, and Harry, ten years younger than Ralph, was a ladies' man, but Ralph ran the bank expertly and they all grew richer and more important.

After the crowd thinned out, he crossed the lawn to the two-story, brick house next door. Reverend Bishop was a young man, only twenty-nine, but very stern and seemed older. Still, Ralph thought of him as something of a pipsqueak. Mrs. Bishop was younger still than her husband, just a few years older than Ralph's daughter. Her father was a preacher, too, and she had met Bishop at a church camp. It seemed natural that they should marry, even though she was only nineteen.

They had been married two years. Ralph thought of her as a child.

Ralph mounted the front steps and pressed the bell. Connie Bishop answered. She was a precious little thing, very pretty, and surprisingly well built. She looked totally innocent and seemed too naive to make it in the world.

"Won't you come, Mr. Condon? I'm so glad you could come over," she said.

"Of course," Ralph said, and entered the house.

He looked around.

"Where is the Reverend?"

"He's not here. He had some calls to make; he'll be gone most of the afternoon. I'm the one who wants to talk to you. Won't you come in and sit down?"

Ralph cleared his throat.

"Of course," he said.

"I'll get some tea," she said.

"Oh, that isn't necessary, my dear."

"I want to," she said.

In the kitchen, she put a teapot and two cups and saucers on a tray with a creamer and sugar. She went to the cupboard and took a bottle hidden in the back. She filled her own cup half full with gin, took a nip from the bottle, and returned it to its hiding place.

She returned to the couch where Ralph was sitting and filled the cups with tea.

"There, isn't that nice?" she said.

She sipped from her cup, put it down, then picked it and sipped again.

"Oh, Mr. Condon," she blurted, "I just don't know how to begin. I asked you because you're such a kind and understanding man, and... and you remind me so of my own daddy. And I just have to talk to somebody."

Ralph could see that she was on the verge of tears.

"There, there, calm down, my dear. Of course you can talk to me; I'm flattered that you asked. Nothing can be so serious."

"You just don't know," she blubbered, and drained her teacup. "Oh, hell, I just don't know how to start."

"Just start," Ralph said as he reached out and stroked the back of her head. Her hair was so soft, like silk.

"Well... aw, Mr. Condon, I'm so unhappy."

Her cheeks were now stained with the trickle of a tear.

"Unhappy? Dear girl, you're so young, it's all ahead of you. What's the problem, what is making you unhappy?"

"It's my husband, he... he hurts me."

Ralph stiffened, almost came off the couch.

"He hurts you?" he roared. "The man beats you?"

"Oh, no, no... nothing like that; he doesn't mean to hurt me."

"Just what are you saying, then?"

"It's, it's... oh damn, it's so hard to say. It's sex."

Ralph stiffened, pulled his hand from her head.

"Sex?" he said.

"Yes. I hate it. When he... well, uh, during intercourse he hurts me. He doesn't mean to, but he does. He always hurts me and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!"

She was screaming.

Ralph reached out and drew her to him. She was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"There, there, calm down, Connie. You poor darling. Have you told him?"

"Yes, I've told him. He says it's his right and that it should hurt me. He says that God meant for it to hurt me, that if it didn't I might enjoy it, and I was not supposed to enjoy. It's a woman's burden to suffer when a man takes her sexually, he says that, and he believes it, and I hate it."

She was crying and Ralph held her tight. He could feel her ample breast press against his arm. He kissed her cheek and started stroking her head again.

"Maybe he's right, Mr. Condon. Is he right? Is it supposed to hurt me so much?"

"No, he isn't right. It isn't meant to hurt you. His thinking is an archaic absurdity. You should enjoy it, too."

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"Really, should I enjoy it? Really?"

"Really," Ralph said and kissed her cheek. She was so sweet and innocent, so like his own little girl.

"Oh, Mr. Condon, Ralph," she said softly, and kissed his mouth. It was a hard, wet kiss.

Ralph stiffened and pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Ralph, Mr. Condon," she said.

"It's all right. You can call me Ralph if you want."

"I used to kiss my daddy like that... sometimes, and I just felt like I needed it. My husband never kisses my lips."

"It's all right," Ralph said. He wanted her to do it again and was struggling with himself.

"Oh, Ralph, darling," she said, and kissed him again.

It was a lingering kiss and her lips were so soft, so wet, so sweet. Ralph was sweating. The tip of her tiny tongue nudged at his hps then pulled back quickly.

"I'm sorry, Ralph. I know I shouldn't have kissed you like that, even if I did with my daddy. You seem so like my daddy, though."

"It's all right," Ralph said again, knowing it wasn't.

"I, I feel kind of sick, a little light-headed. Would it be all right if I laid down on the couch and put my head on your lap for a minute. Just for a minute, just until I feel better."

"Uh, well... yes, I guess it would be alright."

Connie quickly stretched out on her side and rested her head lightly on his lap.

"Yes, this is much better. I'll just close my eyes for a moment and I'm sure I'll feel better."

Ralph sat caressing her silky hair. She was such a lovely girl, so pretty, and so... so well developed. A preacher's wife shouldn't be so young and so alluring. Her head felt so good there in his lap. He felt his cock stirring and fought to prevent a hard-on. Even then, he wasn't sure she hadn't felt it against her lovely cheek.

He sat stroking her hair, fighting the thoughts that persistently crept into his mind. And then he felt her hand on his crotch. He didn't dare look down, but was positive she was opening the front of his trousers. His lips were dry and he licked them. He licked them again when he felt her warm hand inside his pants on his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening and looked down just as his cock went into her mouth.

He went rigid immediately, his cock swelling to its full length. Ralph Condon had a big cock, a solid eight inches. She sucked for a moment then let it free. She looked up at him.

"It's much bigger than my husband's," she said, and took it back between her lips.

"Do you suck his?" Ralph asked, incredulously.

She let him out again. "No, of course not," she said. She held the shaft softly and put the head back in her mouth. She lay there sucking, her tongue laving the top, the sides, the super-sensitive underside. She sucked at the gaping pee hole while her tongue caressed the bottom of the flat knob, stroking the little valley at the bottom of the glans. Connie Bishop was no novice to cocksucking.

"Oh, God, Connie, you're going to make me come," Ralph groaned.

She smiled, still sucking, and shook her head in the affirmative. She held the shaft in her fingers, gently stroking its length, her hungry mouth doing the most marvelous things to his throbbing head. He knew he was leeking into her mouth, but she didn't stop for an instant. His nuts were growing tight, insisting on their due, urging their release into this marvelous little mouth.

He gazed down at her with her face to his fly and realized he had been turned on by her for a long time and had never admitted it. He realized, too, what a full, sensuous mouth she had, perfect for sucking the cock, and someone had taught her well. It was easily the best head he had ever experienced.

Ralph didn't know, of course, that it was Connie's father that had trained her so well. Her mother was a severe woman, a fire and brimstone Christian, but her father was an earthy, sensuous man, and turned to his daughter for the fulfillment that his wife denied him. She wasn't yet ten when he first introduced his cock to her sweet little lips. She was eager to please him and drank his heavy release the first time she did it. She learned to love the taste of her father's prick and relish the rich reward that filled her mouth and excited her throat. When she grew older, and her own sensuous urges developed, they would lie naked together, kissing and caressing, ending their love session by orally satisfying each other. She adored her father's coarse tongue deep in her cunt and would come over and over, her young body quivering with delight. The morning of her wedding they spent two hours together lying sixty-nine. She came here with her husband after that, hundreds of miles away, and hadn't seen her father since.

She longed to bo back for a short visit, but her husband refused her, saying she was his wife now and had forsaken her parents; it was God's way. She didn't know if it was God's way or not, but she wanted her daddy, and now in a way, she had him. She nursed hungrily on the cockhead in her mouth, pulling harder now, anxious for the glorious reward of his thick, glutinous stuff squirting wildly into her mouth and down her throat. She was so hungry for man-come. Her little heart pounded because she knew he was drawing close.

Ralph continued to stroke her wonderful hair, gave a sharp, loud gasp, and felt his balls let go. His fat prick grew fatter and the stuff bolted down his shaft and spurted copiously into her waiting mouth.

She tasted the rich man-stuff in her mouth and sighed, almost coming herself. She squirmed on the couch, sucking blast after blast of thick goo from his cock. It was heavenly, like an alcoholic getting his first drink in months, in years. She tasted the marvelous stuff, let it slide slickly down her throat, sucked for more. He came a whole bunch, even more than her daddy had, and she felt deeply gratified.

Somehow, she had known that Ralph Condon | would let her suck his cock, and she knew, too, that he wouldn't kiss and tell. He would be her second daddy and let her suck him as often as they could get together.

Ralph was thinking along much the same line.

She lay for a long time with his prick in her mouth, and finally let it fall limply free. "I love doing that," she said, and looked up at him with her huge, innocent eyes. "Did you like it, too?"

"My God, Connie, how could I help but like," he said.

She raised up on one elbow.

"Would you kiss me now?"

He took her head in his hands, and with no thought of where her mouth had been, pressed his lips hard against hers. There was no temerity now as their tongues intertwined, sucking, licking at each other. He kissed her for a long time.

She seemed to grow more excited with each wet kiss.

"I'll do it again, if you want me to," she said.

"You mean now?"

"Yes, I mean right now."

"I don't know if I can respond again so quickly."

"Ill make you respond," she said. "Lie down beside me while I do it this time."

The couch was a big, old fashioned one with plenty of room for two people. He lay down on his side with his back against the couch. She stretched out again facing his cock. Her skirt was hiked up and he could see the smooth, white flesh of her thighs, his mouth scant inches below the spot where her pussy lurked behind the skirt.

He felt her hands on his cock, heard her moan softly, "Oh God, daddy darling, I love doing this to you," then felt her precious lips close around his prick. She took in his entire cock, it was soft and fit nicely. He remained soft while she sucked gently, her tongue caressing his shaft.

He felt the first urges in his cock and pressed his face to the front of her dress. His nose was all but between her legs and he could smell the hot, musky odor of her cunt. She responded by pushing against him with her hips. He nuzzled harder against her and heard her moan softly and felt her suck harder. It was obvious what she wanted him to do.

He slowly raised her skirt until there was nothing but smooth skin before his face. The hem of her skirt barely covered the crotch of her panties. He started kissing her legs and felt her jerk. He felt firm tits against his chest, rising and falling faster as her breathing speeded.

He kissed her a few more times before he pushed her skirt on up over her panties. She lifted her leg, completely exposing herself. He could see her panties were wet. They clung to her crotch, biting into the long furrow between her legs. She smelled ripe and sweet as only a young woman can.

"Oh, God, Ralph, kiss me there, suck me," she moaned, releasing his cock for a moment.

He remembered she was only a baby, less than half his age, young enough to be his daughter. He kissed her soggy panties hard. He could feel her lips almost open against his mouth. He traced the slit with his tongue and felt her clit pressing hard against her panties. She had an unusually large clit and it protruded well out of her cuntlips.

She was moaning and trying to move her hips, sucking frantically at his cock all the while. He realized he was completely erected again and that she was once again sucking only the head, stroking the shaft softly with her hand.

He moved himself enough to get his hands on her panties and tugged them down. She lifted enough to get them off her ass and he pushed them as far down her legs as he could reach. She struggled and kicked until she got her foot free and opened her legs to him.

He put his mouth to her open pussy. Her clit was fat and hard against his lips and he sucked the throbbing excited knob.

She lay still, holding his cock loosely in her mouth, as the long overdue orgasm swelled into her cunt. It had been so long, and it was so delicious and so sweet. Her cunt ached with the pleasure of a deep, hard come. She started to suck again.

Ralph couldn't remember ever being as excited as he was at this moment. She was so young, and so sweet, so precious. He pushed his tongue deep into her cunt. She was incredibly wet, the ripe juices pouring from her pussy. She couldn't have been wetter if she pissed. She squirmed and wiggled, wetting herself, wetting Ralph. He had never been a part of such a perversion before, yet covered her with his open mouth, taking all she had to give.

She was coming exquisitely hard, jerking violently, pissing in little spurts, all the while sucking voraciously at Ralph's rock-hard knob.

And then Ralph was coming, too. He thought she had emptied him the first time, but spurt after thick spurt belched into her mouth. She drank of him hungrily, just as he was doing with her. They continued sucking until both were empty.

They lay silently, breathing hard, until Connie finally sat up. She propped herself with one hand and stroked Ralph's head with the other as it lay on her thigh.

"I loved that, Ralph," she said. "It was one of the most blessed experiences I've ever had."

She gently caressed his face with her finger tips.

"I love you so much, darling."

Ralph raised up and they kissed, embracing tightly.

"Can you stay for just a little while longer? I need you to hold me and kiss me. I need tenderness and love so much after I come. My daddy always stayed with me afterwards."

Ralph heard her, but he wasn't sure he believed what she said. Her own father, a minister, had made her this way. He was at first appalled, and then thankful. He silently thanked her father for making her this way. It was the most exciting sex he had ever encountered.

"My husband never does this. His lovemaking is so harsh, so painful, no fondling or even kissing. He never kisses me. He refuses all variations. He just gets on top of me and forces his cock into my cunt and shoves in and out until he comes. Then end of act; he goes to sleep. He'll only do it in the missionary position."

She giggled girlishly then.

"Approprriate for him, I guess."

Ralph was amazed. She knew so much, and feigned such innocence. Had her father taught her all this?

"I could do completely without intercourse... you know, fucking. What we just did is so much nicer. I'll let you fuck me, Ralph, if you want to and if you'll be gentle."

She hugged him and kissed him.

"Yes, Ralph, you can fuck me. I wasn't a virgin when I was married. My daddy didn't do it; he never fucked me. We would always do what we just did, or I would make him come with my hand, but we never fucked. It was a counselor at church camp and he just did it to me once. He hurt me, too."

They finally separated and Ralph got up and straightened his clothing. Connie lay back on the couch, her dress up over her hips, her legs hanging open.

"Do you like to look at me?" she said.

"Yes, I like to look at you," Ralph answered.

"Next time we'll go in the bedroom and take all our clothes off. I like to look at you, too."

She hesitated.

"You can pee on me, too," she added softly.

After he had gone, Connie lay back and caressed herself, her fingers bringing her off expertly. She had wanted Ralph Condon from the moment she first saw him, and now she had him. he was her love slave. She would let him fuck her, too, even though she hated being penetrated. Maybe he would give her the baby that her stupid husband couldn't. She closed her eyes and continued playing with her pussy.

Outside, Ralph drew a breath of relief and hurried home. He told Mavis the preacher had wanted financial advice. Everyone wanted free financial advice. Mavis sympathized with him and he realized that he was no longer angry with her.

That night they made love for the first time in weeks. Ralph even bent down and kissed her pussy, something he had never done before. It was an awful thing to do, but so terribly exciting. She closed her eyes and lifted off the bed, hoping he would do it more. He did, several times, and she almost came. He shoved his big cock into her then and she came off three times while he fucked her. She had never made it more than once bofore. She almost always made it when he fucked her, even with little foreplay. She didn't know why she could come so easily, but didn't question it, only enjoyed it. Unfortunately, Mavis didn't know that girls could masturbate and only got that wonderful feeling when Ralph fucked her.

Terri had a date with Kenny, and since his parents were gone, went to his house and spent the evening. They both got a little drunk on wine and she sucked him off. Kenny was always good for more than once and he fucked her, too. Kenny was a good fucker. His cock wasn't huge like Larry's, but it was big and he knew how to use it. He was always a little rough, and she liked that, too.

Since she'd let Larry have her, Terri was wondering why she let Kenny have all her goodies. Other boys had cocks, too. She even wondered what her Uncle Harry would be like in the sack. He was a wild sonofabitch.