Chapter 5
Edna Savage had red hair ... on her pussy as well as on her head. And she had a spirit to match.
She was twenty-nine years old, slender with enticing curves, and had a sexy face. When she became Thaddeus Folk's housekeeper, there were those in Centerville who started to talk. But the appeal of Pastor Polk and of his oddly satisfying religion, which interpreted as the will of the Lord just about anything that a body wanted to do, was such that the gossips found they were talking only to themselves. Pastor Folk's large and growing flock weren't listening. He had brought something new to the Bible Belt—amorality in religious trappings, with salvation thrown in—and his people loved it. They were so busy enjoying their own new indulgences that they didn't begrudge the good pastor his.
Edna had been one of his first converts when he came to Centerville a little over a year ago. She had just drifted into town, having walked out on a no-good husband in another state; she was feeling lonely, guilty, and lost. Thaddeus saved her. He took her out of the greasy-spoon cafe where she had been working, and put her in his own rented house. He made her think she was his special woman and would always be. He gave her the best fucking that she'd ever had.
She had fallen into the habit of dressing lightly around the house, because that stimulated Thaddeus, bringing his long rod up. She could not get enough of that magnificent tool!
So it was that when Thaddeus entered the house on this particular afternoon, he found Edna working at the sink, wearing pink-and-white polka dot panties and nothing else. Grinning, he sneaked quietly up behind her, reached forward at her sides, and wrapped both hands around her quivery, cupcake-sized tits.
She gasped, dropping the dish she had been washing. It fell into the sink and splashed water all over her.
"Ooooh, Thaddeus, you prick!" she exclaimed. But she was laughing happily by that time, her face aglow, and she twisted in his arms to press her hot, open mouth against his.
Their tongues writhed and stroked wetly as saliva flowed from one mouth to the other. Her nipples, stimulated by the coarse fabric of Thad's shirt, stiffened against him, and he could feel them digging in. He felt her belly writhe, also. Gliding his large hands down her back, he took hold of her firm, twisty buttcheeks through her nylon pants and squeezed them, holding her lower body snugly against him until his rising cock demanded that they give it room.
"Mmmmm ... wowww ... ooh, baby, let's see what you've got down here!" Edna said, and sank to her knees. Her tousled red hair received a shaft of late sunlight from the kitchen window and seemed to catch fire.
She unzipped her lover's pants.
"Any mail?" he asked casually, because he had come to take Edna's amorous assaults for granted. They had even gotten to be a bit boring.
"Just the usual shit," she said as she snaked a white hand into his trousers. "Oooh, wait-there was a Mailgram."
"From who?"
"How the fuck do I know, baby? Oooh, wow! This looks scrumptious!" She was holding Thad's long woman pleaser by the stem and shaking it up and down. While the plumlike knob bobbed and swelled, the shaft gradually stiffened.
There was a faintly sardonic expression on Thad's lean, craggy face as he looked down and watched the pretty woman lick his cockhead. He wondered if she could taste young Nancy's saliva on it.
Apparently she couldn't. Or else she didn't mind. She quickly warmed to her pleasurable task and, after swirling her tongue wetly around the crown of Thad's prick, then scurrying up and down the sides of his poker, she clasped his cockhead warmly in her mouth and began to suck. She bobbed her head rhythmically, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on his bristling eight-inch pole.
He stroked his cock gently against her mouth-thrusts, fucking her willing face. Then, abruptly, he pulled free, turned, and paraded his naked prick into the living room.
"Come back here, Goddamn it!" Edna cried, staring after him.
"Do not take the Lord's name in vain," he cautioned as he continued through the house. "That is something you must never do!"
"I'm sorry!" Edna said, leaping to her feet to take after him.
He walked to his den, where the mail was stacked on his desk, and he picked up the Western Union envelope. Edna came tripping into the room, her titties jiggling, and she wedged herself between Thaddeus and the desk as he ripped the Mailgram envelope open. She sank to her knees once again, grasping the spear which stuck out and upward from his open fly. She resumed licking the rounded head of it while he read:
HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!
MARCELLA.
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 pussy 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 pussy, 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.