Elmer Gantry and the Scarlet Woman!

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Corn City Kansas (pop 3177), August 2 1934...


... and we shall all gather together under the eye of the DIVINE CREATOR on JUDGEMENT DAY and he shall SMITE the WICKED and give succor to the BLESSED...

Gantry paused, his clear blue eyes fixed on the horizon where a few dust devils swirled laconicaly to break up the absolute flat monotony of it all.
Succor yes indeed, there were a few of the blessed in this hick town he'd like to have succor him!

He looked in the cracked rearview mirror of the old Ford panel truck and grinned, white even teeth in a tanned rugged face topped with an unruly mane of curly dark hair. Inspite of a salting of grey at the temples Elmer Gantry, Evangelist Extraordinary, appeared nowhere near his fifty years of life. A life dedicated to conning the rubes, making a quick buck and fucking everything that came his way...in skirts that is. Queers were a special target of his sermons, but not tonight.
Tonight was the Grand Opening of his tent revival, nothing to heavy tonight. It would be a time for sizing up the schmuks who came, determining who to con and who to screw.

"You boys doin' all right out there?..I'd love to help but my leg...you know, shot up in the Great War...damn the Bosch to hell."

Ned and Fred Foote looked up from their work, putting up the Reverand's big tent in return for free tickets to tonights show and smiled through the sweat and dust that covered their homely faces.
"Dint know you cursed Reverand. Last pastor we had here said cursin was a powerful sin."

Gantry opened the car door and limped over to the two young brothers.
"Boys sometimes there's nothin like a good solid cursin long as you don't blaspheme. You aughta try it sometime.
Go ahead try it...say By Damn it's HOT!"

Ned and Fred looked at each other and grinned. The Reverand was allright and that was a fact.

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As The Gantry Faith Renewal Revival was taking shape in a vacant lot on the west side of town a Grayhound bus from Chicago headed for LA pulled to a wheezing stop in front of Peevey's Drugstore which also served as the bus station and Western Union office.
Only one passenger got out and had it not been so breathlessly hot on Main Street she would have definately received a chorus of wolf whistles and raised eyebrows from the youths that hung around the store. As it was no one was on the street as Louise Trout aka Jezebel DuLac stepped off the bus with all her worldy goods in a small valise and all her wealth, about two dollars in bills, tucked in the well filled Ccups that surmounted a body that men said they'd die for.
But only one had...back in Chicago, which was why she was here.
And she was wondering if a place like Corn City could use a girl of her...ahhh, special talents.


A closed thread for AriO and myself.

 

[Arioso]

Jezebel DuLac aka Louise Trout

Why were these little dustbowl towns always so unbearably hot? Even the mosquitoes must be sweating.

Jezebel fanned herself with an elegant, folded, ivory brochure as she looked around the sleepy excuse for a bus stop where she'd gotten off.

Oh, how quaint. A revival meeting. It's hot enough that the locals have decided that hell really is upon them.

Well, she could work with that.

Corn City, Kansas. A little bump in the road that had one thing going for it.

It was as far from Chicago as she could afford the fare.

Not that she'd left because she felt guilty. The old man was 76. He could just as easily have died in the bathtub as beneath her, pounding his wrinkled erection into her voluptuous body. It was just bad luck.

With her head held high, Jezebel strode toward the only building in town that even remotely looked like a rooming house. The heat and humidity threatened to wilt the Marcel wave in her chestnut hair, but it would take more than a little blistering summer weather to slow her down. The truth of the matter was, quite simply, that she was a classier act than this town could handle.

...and if anyone so much as called her Louise or dared remind her that she'd been feeding slop to pigs five years ago, they'd learn just how painfully stiletto heels could deliver a swift kick to the groin...

A dress red as sin clung to her body, plastered over her skin like another layer of sweat, and highlighting every sensual curve as she strutted into Filmore's Boarding House. Jezebel fixed the gaping, wide-eyed, farm-fresh desk clerk with her warm brown eyes and demanded expectantly, "Have you prepared my room?"

"Uhh...room? Pardon, miss?" the boy, undoubtedly no more than 19 or 20 years old, stammered uncertainly as he stared at her so raptly that Jezebel wondered if there were any women in this wonderland of the cornfields.

"My room -- to serve as my living quarters, and the premises of Mademoiselle Dulac's Salon For The Self-Improvement and Cultural Education of Gentlemen," Jezebel explained sweetly, waving her ivory brochure in the young man's face as if it were a letter of invitation to Buckingham Palace. "With so many aspiring young gentlemen seeking their fortunes in the cities these days, my services in providing individual instruction in the social graces have been greatly in demand. It will be quite a wonderful opportunity for the residents of Corn City, but, then, I always choose my locale very carefully -- it's important to me to offer my expertise only to the truly deserving people of quality potential."

The poor boy merely shifted behind the desk uncomfortably. Jezebel arched her eyebrow slowly and imperiously, savoring his increasing distress. "Don't tell me that my room isn't ready!? Surely you wouldn't leave me waiting here in this heat!"

He practically fell over himself reassuring her and fumbled with the keys hanging on the wall behind him. Ahh, easy as pie.

"A single room will be too small for the premises of my establishment. I'll take a suite, thank you," Jezebel added.

The freckle-faced desk clerk swapped keys and trotted ahead of her toward the staircase as eagerly as a little colt.

If all the local boys were as naive as this one, she'd be living pretty again in a matter of weeks....

 

[ariosto]

At the Filmore House


Homer had in his breif life seen only one woman who resembled this one and that was at the movie show in Topeka last year...and that one was not in color.
Even so she'd gotten his big farm fed cock hard enough to drive post holes!

He mightily wished that he wasn't preceeding her up the stairs since a view from the other side would be a whole lot more rewarding. As it was they were both breathing heavy in the dusty oven of the third floor landing and the door to the only 'suite' the Fillmore House possesed. It hadn't been used since last Christmas. He only hoped that Molly had changed the sheets.

"This is it ma'am. He looked back over his shoulder and swallowed hard. Jezebel's scarlet dress did little to hide her full succulant tits as they rose and fell with each rapid breath she took.

"G'dam boy, that's quite a climb...Don't guess I should ask if you have an elevator."
She leaned back against the wall and lowered her eyes. Homer blushed as he realised that she was staring wickedly at the formidable bulge that was straining against his pleated trousers.

"...I think the line is...."Are ya packin' a pistol or are ya just glad to see me?"
She looked up grinned.
"Come on boy, bring in the bags and I may show you how gratefrul I am."
Jezebel pushed past him, into the suite and stopped. Homer ran into her back.

"You have got to be kidding." she said.



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At the Revival Grounds

Gantry leaned back against his truck and turned his face up to the sun. He loved this...the hotter the better. He should probably drive on into town and get out some more flyers. It would be the last chance before tonight's show.
But hell, this felt so fine. Maybe he'd just stretch out in the warm grass behind the tent and take a quick nap...be nice and realaxed for the....

"Mister Gantry....Reverand Gantry...Hi, do you need a ride?"
Elmer opened his eyes and straightened up. It was Beatrice Nielson, the prudish young woman that worked for the printer in town. She was holding a tied stack of flyers.
"500 more right? That's what you asked for isn't it?"
She was so damned wholesome it hurt. Gantry smiled and took the flyers from her.
"Miss Nielson...thank you. It was indeed 500 but i'll need to pay you tomorrow. I left my wallet...."

"Oh no..no Reverand, tomorrows fine..." she paused.
...she was five five, trim but full busted, open face, scattered freckless, blue eyes, auburn hair (conservative cut) and sensuuuuous, sensuuuuuos full lips....

"Reverand Gantry, I'm heading back to town and wondered if you might want to come back in with me. I can help you distribute those..." she nodded at the stack of flyers,"...before tonight."

He gave her his most ingratiating look,
"How wonderful!..Thank you m'dear....but you'll have to bring me back by 7."

She looked up at him. A train whistle blew.
"Sure, I'm going to come anyway....to the Revival I mean."
She blushed.
The train thundered by.

 

[Arioso]

"You call this a suite?" Jezebel drawled in sultry disdain as her eyes slowly roamed through the spartan, homespun room.

Her hips and plump ass swayed hypnotically from side to side, teasing the young bellboy mercilessly as he raptly watched the bounce and roll of her flesh.

With one hand on her hip and the other dangling with dismissive grace at her side, Jezebel sighed, "A patchwork quilt: how quaint."

The suite was in fact just one room. Maybe the management thought it counted as a suite because, in addition to the large, four poster bed to one side, it also had a loveseat, two arm chairs, a small table, a wardrobe, and a desk and chair by the wall.

The decor was a tyranny of soft, wholesome pastels. Wallpaper with small, yellow roses. A white lace runner on the table with a dusty, black leather bible on top. A few wretched paintings of ducks and stags in the wild, most likely done by a local artist who loved hunting.

"Let me guess -- it has two windows instead of just one, so that makes it the deeee-luxe suite, yes?" Jezebel sniffed, pivoting on her elegant heel and fixing Homer with a disappointed stare.

The poor kid's pecker practically deflated like a popped balloon right before Jezebel's eyes. She shook her head and strutted toward him, waving her hand dismissively at the room.

"Don't worry, sonny boy -- I'm still grateful. I may yet make you the first beneficiary of my special instruction. It helps business to have someone who can offer..." she ran her finger suggestively up and down his chest, trailing away just as she reached the waist of his trousers. "...a solid testimonial about the beneficial effects of my private attentions."

Homer's face blushed beet red and the fabric over his crotch once again rose like a tent.

"But first I'll need you to handle some business for me, sonny. You have a printer in town, don't you? Good. I'll need you to take this brochure down and have them make me 500 more."

Jezebel circled behind the kid, who was standing there as stiff as the pole in his pants, and whispered against his ear, "Hurry back, and I'll make it worth your trouble."

Homer snatched the brochure from her slender fingers and bolted out to the stairwell so quickly, Jezebel almost wondered if there was a little something embarassing he had to tend to.

A sly smile curved her luscious red lips.

Well, damn, at least the bed looked solid enough to handle a few...ropes....

It looked like the evening was shaping up to be quite entertaining for her, which was good. There was never anything going on in the evenings in these little towns....

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Beatrice happily glued one flier after another to various posts and walls in town, occasionally stealing an indulgent, admiring glance at the good reverend. Bless his soul, he sure was a nice, good man. Each time he happened to catch her looking, and flashed her that easy smile of his, she blushed and glanced away, grateful that the gingham pattern of her dress hid those naughty, impertinent bumps that pressed against the front when she felt all tingly at the sight of a man.

She must stop looking at him so! Why, it wasn't the sort of thing a decent lady did, and no doubt the poor man was downright uncomfortable with it.

Hymns! Hymns to the rescue!

Bringing in the sheaves...bringing in the sheaves.... Beatrice hummed softly to herself. No devil's playground, her mind! If she found her thoughts straying where they oughtn't, by golly she would just round them up like cows in a pasture.

Sigh. His hands sure did look...strong.

Beatrice knew she was treading down the path of iniquity when the Lord himself sent her a stern warning in the form of Homer G. Willikers, who nearly bowled her over in his haste as he was dashing from the printer's office back to the Fillmore House.

"Oh! Sorry Miss Beatrice, I didn't see...I mean, I didn't realize....uh...sorry..." Homer stammered. But rather than linger to make sure she was all right, Homer did an odd thing.

He scrambled away from her with barely a backward glance. Mercy! What had that boy in such a hurry that he couldn't even be polite?

And he didn't even seem to care that he'd dropped one of his brochures. Beatrice bent down, picked it up, and began to examine it.

"Oh....oh my!"

 

[ariosto]

"Whatcha got there?".
Gantry sidled up behind Beatrice, his hip touching hers as he peered over her shoulder...
Mademoiselle DuLac's Salon for the Self-Improvement and Cultural Education of Gentlemen.

"Salon for self-improvement..."
What do you suppose that is Reverand Gantry?"
Beatrice looked up at him with wide blue eyes, he felt her tremble slightly.
Elmer licked his lips and smiled...
"Why it may be an honest attempt at raising the degraded standards of the men hereabouts or...maybe it's about raising something else."


"Raising what else Reverand?"
She turned to him questioningly and the paper fluttered from her hand.

"Why peckers child...erections...cocks, peters...."

"OH MY!"Beatrice blushed fetchingly

He squeezed her around the waist and laughed out loud at her embarassement.
"God bless you girl but you are innocent!"
He bent forward and whispered warmly in her ear...
"Does it strike you odd that this Mademoiselle Du Lac's gentleman's... ahhh, 'salon' is being held in her bedroom in a boarding house?"

They were walking slowly up main street watching in the gathering dusk.
"You mean that...that...she might be a p..p..pros..."
She choked on the word.

"A prostitute, a whore, a scarlet woman..indeed she might. She just might be."
Especially if it's the DuLac I think it is, Gantry thought to himself.

"Come to think of it I've never seen Homer Willikers as lively and excited as this."
Beatrice said, peering at the boarding house where the boy had just disappeared as though she could see through its thin clapboard the walls.
If the young woman noticed the stiff hard thing that Gantry was pressing casually into her hip she was to much a Lady to mention it.

 

[Arioso]

Jezebel smirked as she let her eyes linger on the eager bulge straining beneath young Homer G. Williker's trousers. And my oh my, but wasn't the boy a frisky one. His good, Kansas willie twitched every time Jez so much as moved.

"My dear boy, that sure is a mighty fine lookin'...brochure you had them print up for me," Jezebel purred, her eyes twinkling devilishly at how urgently Homer squirmed when she slowly lifted them up to meet his. "Of course, tomorrow I'll need you to see to it that these make their way around town. But for now..."

She arched a coy eyebrow and began unzipping the back of her dress.

Red silk slipped down from her shoulders. Homer's pecker rose up and nearly poked right through his belt.

The emerald green corset didn't really cover much, but it did quite a nice job of lifting her ripe, firm tits up so her coral nipples could look a gentleman right in the eye. And it didn't matter that she'd worn no knickers whatsoever...not with what she had in mind.

Homer's eyes were threatening to spring right from their sockets.

Jezebel grinned and turned away from Homer. Her shapely, bare ass swayed from side to side as she walked toward one of the armchairs, and the sensual sweep of her long, stockinged legs drew the young man forward. In one grand, fluid motion, Jezebel pivoted on her high heel and eased down onto the chair. Brazenly, she hooked a knee over one of the armrests.

"Now, Homer, is it?" Jezebel murmured, smiling as the speechless clerk nodded his head with all the fervent conviction as a true believer at a revival meeting. "Well, Homer, let's start your first lesson, shall we? I guarantee, if you learn what I can teach you about this, you'll have the ladies lining up outside your door. And...I take it that would be a positive step in your improvement?"

"YES MA'AM!" Homer blurted out. He practically dived between Jezebel's thighs.

"E-e-e-easy does it, sonny boy," Jezebel chuckled in delight, letting out a soft moan as he buried his face in the holiest of holies.

I'd like to see any preacher top this as far as a truly religious experience goes, Jez thought to herself. Glory hallelujah!

Homer, meanwhile, was aware of three things only.

His pants were too tight.

This fancy lady actually wore perfume between her legs.

And she tasted different than Mary Sue Taft, who had let him sink his tongue in her honey-sweet little treasure only just last summer.

Homer missed being able to walk with Mary Sue in the afternoons, which he didn't do any more on account of Ol' Farmer Taft's pitchfork...

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Beatrice tried to banish any un-Christian thoughts about what might have put such a bee in Homer Williker's...bonnet. After all, she was walking a preacher back to her car so's she could drive him back to the revival meeting where he would do the good Lord's work.

The preacher sure was following her awful close.

When they got to her Studebaker, Beatrice opened the door to the back seat to stash a few of the extra flyers. The wind kicked up and blew several of them to the ground.

"Here, let me help you, Miss Nielson," Reverend Gantry offered as she bent forward over the back seat.

My, but the Reverend was also standing awful close behind her as he bent to pick up the lost flyers.

"There y'are," he said cheerfully...indeed a little too cheerfully...as he leaned forward, pressing right against her soft derriere, and reached his arm around her to set the flyers on the seat.

Beatrice's eyes widened into round, white saucers as Reverend Gantry slid something powerful firm right against her backside.

Oh! Oh no no no! Her nipples were NOT getting perky, no sir they were NOT!

"Ohhh!" she gasped tightly, her voice rising in pitch. "So, Reverend, shall we get underway so you can do can carry out your blessed mission? I mean, seeing as you have a revival all ready to go under a pitched tent..."

 

[ariosto]

Beatrice was naive but by no means stupid and she began to color scarlet almost as soon as the words had left her mouth...could they have been intentional?
In spite of herself she looked down once again at Gantry's outrageous 'Revival"

"Ahhh, Miss Nielson," He said in an odd blend of humour and contrition, "Now you know...no, know you can see for yourself, that I too am prey to the sins of mortal flesh...this..."
He reached down and actually touched..TOUCHED the quivering pole beneath the cotton slacks!
"This Tool of Satan, betrays me whenever I am near a woman as lovely..as desirable as yourself."
Beatrice ripped her eyes away and threw herself behind the steering wheel.
"We..we really should be getting you back...shouldn't we?"
....

"Reverand Gantry?", she risked a look out her window but he was gone!
She frowned, tapped her fingers on the dashboard. A large balck fly buzzed against the windshield.
The passenger door suddenly opened and her small car rocked on its springs as the preacher slid inside.
Elmer was a big man in all respects.

"Indeed we should Miss Nielson. In fact theres something in the tent I'm aching to show you."


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Homer lapped happily at Jezebel's fragrant quim. Her thighs were cool and smooth as satin against his beardless cheeks. He could in fact have stayed with tongue 'insheathed' forever had she not raised him gently by his big adorable ears and called his attention to a small nub of rosy pink that glistened like a pearl in an oyster above the pouty wet lips of her cunt...

"I love what your doing to me sweet boy, more than you can imagine!....but you see that little jewel right there?" She touched it with a lacquered nail.
He nodded eagerly.
"Now that is the true key to a womans heart, little munchkin. I want you to take it in your mouth and suck it like a piece of sweet, hard candy...okay?"
She smiled wickedly and then arched her back and sighed deeply.
That Homer boy sure knew how to follow directions....

 

[Arioso]

"My...my...but you've got yourself some innate talent, my boy," Jezebel panted as Homer's eager lips and tongue worked her clit with the zeal of the newly converted faithful.

It took quite a bit of willpower to maintain her poise and not start cheering him on like a two-bit Maxwell Street whore. Her acolyte buried his face in her juicy snatch like a pig at a trough, smacking and snorting in blissful gluttony as he nibbled and sucked at her tender pearl. Why, if this kid could learn just a little finesse, he'd go far indeed.

Certainly very far with her.

"Mmmmm yessss very nice, son, very nice....but...ohhh....since you've proven yourself such a quick study, how about we move you on to some more subtle techniques. Try this -- slide two fingers inside that nice, wet little tunnel there. Yessss, just like that...now, curve them just a little and stroke..." Jezebel coaxed, feeling the sweet warmth build in her depths.

"Like thith, ma'am?" Homer lisped, eager to learn but reluctant to pull his mouth away from her succulent snatch.

"That's right, dear...just like that....now when you're with a lady, the trick is to be observant...watch her face and listen for the sounds...she'll give you a sign that you're doing it right...it'll be a louder, more glorious herald than Gabriel blowing his trumpet on Judgment Day."

Jezebel sighed deeply and let her hands caress Homer's bowed head, stroking him affectionately like a dutiful pet as he lapped up the musky nectar that was dripping more and more from her cunt.

If there were more country bumpkins like Homer in Corn City, her stay was going to be mighty fine indeed.

"Ahh...yess...keep going, Homer...I promise you...there's nothing that pleases a Lady more than a young man with good manners...if you can remember...mmm....ladies first....I guarantee you'll never want for gals who'll be more than willing to take care of you in turn."

Of course, it was hard to tell if Homer even heard a word she was saying. As Jezebel watched his head bobbing and diving between her wide-spread legs, he struck her as a man possessed...fixated...driven by the soul's dream of paradise.

I'll show ya heaven, sonny boy, she thought, Right here in the flesh.

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Beneath the revival tent, packed to capacity with goodly, righteous folk, a sea of paper fans and brochures fluttered as Reverend Gantry's impromptu flock tried to break the ungodly evening heat with a little breeze. Like all those around her, Beatrice fanned herself vigorously, but it wasn't the warm weather that was making her sweat.

No...it was SIN! Sin itself.

Oh Lord have mercy, but she was a sorry sinner indeed...sitting there as Reverend Gantry delivered his fiery, impassioned sermon, yet getting all hot and bothered over his fine, manly form.

Oh, stop it Beatrice! Don't let your eyes linger on the way his trousers hang just so...Gaze not upon the netherworld of sin, lift your eyes to heaven and think upon virtue. Virtue!

Yet for all her silent admonitions, Beatrice could not stop her perky nipples from growing hard beneath her dress as she thought of what she'd felt when the reverend had stood close behind her...nor could all the fanning in the world cool the heat that was growing deep inside her most private flesh.

By the time the revival meeting was over and folks were leaving, Beatrice knew that the devil himself was stirring inside her. Perhaps a walk down by the banks of the river, where the air was cooler, would bolster her fortitude.

If need be, she would even kneel down and pray for strength.

A scant half hour later did find Beatrice on her knees.

Not as she'd ever imagined though.

It found her on her hands and knees, with the Reverend Gantry's cock buried up to the hilt in her sinfully wet pussy...

 

[ariosto]

He hated to admit it, bein' as how he might never get to this honied place again but his jaws were aching to beat all.
If Jezebel hadn't begun to cum like a wildcat right then, he'd a had to break for air. As it was her nails sunk into his colicked hair and she near broke his nose with her cunnie and rubbed his ears off with her flashing eager thighs.

She moaned real loud too.
Not a moan actually more like...
eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!GODDAMITBOYDONTSTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!

It liked to scared poor Homer to death.

"Now you lil' pistol you. See what you did?"

With her legs draped wide over the fat arms of the chair it was hard not to see what he'd done.

"Comere Sweetie," She cooed and winked.
"It's my turn now. Let's see what you been hidin' in those dungarees."

Jezebel leaned over, her tits swaying provacatively and reached out.
A frown crossed her face.

"Where is it Boy?...Hell fire I saw it there aminute ago. You were hung like a Brahma Bull!...what happened!


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Picture if you will the pure, virginal and lovely Miss Beatrice Nielson. A young woman of impeccable moral standards whose father had been Minister of the Martin Luther of Worms Lutheran Church before the LORD called him home. An untouchable creature whose only experience with men had been a chaste kiss on her 16th birthday by Lloyd Franger her second cousin from Duluth.
Imagine this exquisite creature whose hair was never messed, imagine her naked and sweating,down all fours, her legs spread wide and her ass twitching like a bitch in heat while Elmer Gantry rams his 10 inch cock into her shuddering cunt, sliding her along the tents sawdust covered floor floor with each massive thrust.

Imagine too her fine contralto voice raised to a fever pitch...
HHH GODDDDDDD REVEREND FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUT FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Elmer sure had a way with the Ladies.


Later that night, after soaking in the tub and donning her nightgown, Beatrice sat by her bedroom window,from which she could barely make out the glow of the lights from Gantry's rvival tent. She took out her treasured diary and began to write in great detail the events of this transcendental evening....

 

[Arioso]

"What happened?!" Jezebel repeated, dumbfounded at Homer's sudden tailspin out of amorousness.

Dumbfounded...at least, until she saw the beginnings of a telltale damp patch seeping through his dungarees.

Grinning slyly, Jez raised her eyes to Homer's.

"Wellllll now, sonny boy, it looks like you enjoyed that a far sight more than I'd thought," she purred.

Her crimson-tipped fingers deftly began undoing Homer's pants. Homer's cheeks were equally crimson as he panted and gazed wide-eyed down at the fancy lady whose cries of pleasure and writhing body had just made him shoot his load. What was she up to?

"I'd say we need to get you cleaned up," Jezebel remarked as she eased his sticky, cum-coated prick out toward her mouth. "And who knows what might come up in time?"

Homer's eyes widened and he trembled as Jezebel began licking and sucking his pecker. Damnation! Was she meanin' to go at it a second time?

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Oh diary!

My oh my...I had thought to write this entry the day after my wedding night, but now that never will be. Heaven only knows how it came to pass.

Am I being tested by the good Lord? Tested in my fortitude and virtue -- oh, virtue no longer! My virtue is torn asunder.

I do not blame the good reverend one bit. No, surely he was only looking out for my spiritual well-being. He is so knowing about these things, and he was only trying to help me purge the demon of temptation from my soul. And it did burn like a demon was being scourged right in my very flesh, it hurt...but then, oh diary, then the demon seized hold of me and used my own flesh against me! I was no better than a common HUSSY! I enjoyed it, oh for shame.

And what is worse, now the sin is firmly lodged in me, and all I can think of is how madly I want to feel the good reverend firmly lodged in me again as well.

Beatrice set her diary down for a moment and drew in a deep breath...sorely tempted to slip her hand between her legs and massage the tender flesh at the crux of her thighs. She was a fallen woman, and she hadn't even the decency to feel the shame of it. Her mind was gripped by images of how Reverend Gantry had looked at her after his sermon, how he had remarked about her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes...how his breath had whispered across her neck and his hands had caressed her shoulders as he'd stood close behind her and asked if she needed his "guidance".

She'd been weak. She'd confessed about the wicked thoughts she'd had about him, and prayed his forgiveness.

And then...his theory about her problem had sounded so convincing...

"Why, my dear, the problem is your own chastity. The truly righteous are those who have been tested -- and have you ever let yourself be tested girl?" Revereng Gantry's voiced seemed to boom, even when he was only murmuring in her ear.

"Well--"

"Of course you haven't, it's as plain as day. Why are you fighting the Lord, good sister? Why do you refuse to submit to the trials and tests that the faithful must endure? Your timidity only gives the devil more ground, lets him rest nice and easy in your breast. Do you want to purge the sinful feelings from your breast?"

"Well--"

"Of COURSE you do, my sweet, virtuous child! Come, get on your knees with me now, and we will face the devil head on!"

"Are you sure--"

"Have faith, Beatrice my dear, have faith. If you are a goodly and virtuous woman, this will drive the temptation from you and ensure that it never returns...for surely only whores, only wicked sluts would enjoy it...and you are no such thing, are you??"

The good reverend's words had made sense at the time.

Beatrice had kneeled down with him...had meekly permitted him to slide her cotton knickers down and spread her silky thighs. She'd felt his firm, pulsing manhood at the gates of her virgin depths and prayed that she would triumph in her moment of truth.

But oh, what had happened next...what she had done...how she had behaved...how she'd squealed and shouted like a woman possessed...what must the reverend think of her?

 

[ariosto]

Jezebel's catlike eyes sparkled at the sight of Homer's spunk glazed tool still twitching in three quarter tumesence.
"Lordy young man, just look at this!"
Her hand closed tight around the base of his cock and squeegied it's way upwards, warm jism rolled over her fingers in copious quantities and a last small squirt erupted from the fat purple tip.
"You musta been savin' up for me!"

As her tongue teased the honey off the boys throbbing member, she felt him stiffening hard in her fingers. She looked up and grinned.

"My oh my, ready again?. Ain't youth a fine thing."
She opened wide and swallowed as much of Homer's burgeoning pole as she could manage and sucked it clean of cum in one long pull.
He gasped and thrust but found only empty air.

"Now young man, that's all you get for free. She walked away sashaying provacatively. "Such a shame too. I was just warming up."

"H...h...how much?"
He croaked, jerking up his trousers and fumbling in his pockets.

Jezebel sat down on the bed and crossed her long legs.
"Probly more than you got there Homer."

He had managed to pull three quarters and a dime from his dungarees.
"Ninety five cents won't do?"

She laughed, "Silly Boy. That's almost insulting for a Lady." Of course she'd fucked for less than that lots of times but this yokel didn't need to know it.

"I could come back with...with...." Homer tallied up the worth of his collection of returnable bottles..."Two dollars, maybe two twentyfive."

"Oh no," she said reclining backwards, eyes closed, her hands caressing her breasts. "That won't nearly pay for the kind of instruction I can provide."

"How much then?"
Homer's eyes were big as saucers. He swallowed hard.

"Five dollars for an hour would be nice..."

"Five dollars! I don't have five dollars..."
He seemed close to tears.

"Why don't you go ask some of your other young friends, maybe you can pool your resources so to speak."
The thought of three or four lusty 'Homers' in her room, panting for her 'expertice'
sent deliciouly warm tingles coursing through her body.

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Gantry sat looking at the small stack of donations that had come in.
Less than ten bucks all together and that would not do. He could break camp, pack up, leave this hayseed town. Maybe Texas would be better anyway.
Jimmy Taggert was working the panhandle and doing pretty well.
But...
But there was Beatrice and he'd hardly begun to enjoy that sweet cunt of hers.
Tight as the eye of a needle by damn. He' d had to work her with tongue and fingers for hours to loosen it up enough to take him in. But HOTDAMN when he did stick it to her she went crazy! He'd never seen such a wanton reaction. The woman had changed into a rabid sex fiend...taking all he could give her and wanting more. Totally insatiable.

No, he thought, his hands closing on on a hot growing erection at the thought of her...No wouldn't leave town just yet. In fact there might be a way he could profit from her suppressed 'appetites' in more ways than one.

Forty miles to the east, Ernest Brumbelow his wife Maisy and his pregnant daughter Mary Anne careened the old Chevy along highway 16 at a dangerous speed. Ernest's hands were clenched to the steering wheel and he was driving like a maniac. Maisy was loading the shotgun by his side and Mary Anne had finally drifted off to sleep in the backseat, still sore from the hiding he'd given her when she'd fessed up to her 'condition'.

Elmer Gantry Man of God..HAH!
He'd show him.
He'd plant the son of a bitch but not until he'd blown his goddam pecker off!

 

[Arioso]

Homer G. Willikers spread his gospel with all the zeal of a true evangelical.

He preached it to Elmo Butts over at the gas station. He proselytized before Hickory and Davey Tubbins, at the soda shop where the buck-toothed, freckle-faced brothers always wasted away their evenings. And he even made a pilgrimage out to the Winstead farm, where his friend Pete was feeding the hogs.

Although the initial responses were reluctant --

"Five dollars?! Dang Homer, I'm savin' up for new tires for my truck!"

"Quitcher foolin'! Ain't no real Lady would stay in that hotel, no ways."

"But the hogs ain't done eatin' an' I got other chores to git to."

-- in the end, every one of the boys fell prey to temptation as sure as Adam had trotted drooling after Eve at the mere wiggle of her tush. Within a mere twenty-eight minutes from the time that Jezebel pulled her lucious lips away from his aching pecker, Homer had rounded up a gaggle of red-blooded American boys who'd pooled between themselves a whole TEN DOLLARS and change, and they meant to spend it.

When Jezebel heard the stampede of feet on the stairwell outside her suite, she arched an eyebrow and smiled. That Homer certainly was a go-getter.

However, the sight that greeted her when she opened the door dimmed her enthusiasm and set her jaw tightly.

"Tsk, tsk...now boys, what kind of way is this to present yourselves to a lady? I'd say that at least one of you has been feeding hogs in the last hour. Here's your first lesson, and it's the only one you're going to get for free: WASH UP before you call on a lady. Now Homer -- does this hotel have a bath?"

*********

Beatrice fanned herself as she sat at her desk, penning every tumultuous feeling into the pages of her diary. She felt the devil's own heat breathing across her skin and boiling in the depths of her that until so recently had been hallowed and untouched.

Merciful Lord, would this summer heat never abate?

And what of the heat that Reverend Gantry had stirred in her womanly flesh -- would that ever abate?

Leaning back in her chair, Beatrice dabbed the perspiration (girls didn't sweat) from her forehead with a clean, muslin handkerchief. It was too late to draw a bath in the house -- her sweet, widowed mother would wonder what all the fuss was about, and Beatrice was too mortified with her own sinful lust to explain.

With feverish resolution, she rose from her seat and gazed out the window to the river which beckoned so cool and inviting scarcely a quarter of a mile away.

What would be the harm? Surely....surely no one was about this late at night...

Hastily slipping on her shoes, Beatrice crept down the stairwell, being mindful to avoid the step that always creaked, and escaped into the twilight. Scarcely ten minutes later, she was in the cool, flowing water...her clothes piled neatly on the grassy riverbank.

As Beatrice enjoyed the refreshing, sensual feel of the water between her legs and over her bare breasts, she was unaware of the flaw in her assumptions...or that she was being watched by a very interested pair of male eyes...

 

[ariosto]

The Bath and the Visitation


"Ma'am it sure does! It sure does! It has two!"
Homer looked like he was about to explode.

"Yep thars one fer each floor." Volunteered the Tubbin twins eagerly.

"You din't tell me 'bout no bath Homer."
Pete Winstead reeking of pig was the only one that seemed truly agreived at the thought.

"How about you BigBoy?"
Jezebel looked up into the cool grey eyes of Elmo Butts who resembled that new movie star Clark Gable in a somewhat bovine way.

"I had a bath yesterday, thanks."
Elmo was a year older than the rest and considered quite worldly since he'd been pumping gas for his father since he was six and was known to talk to every girl that passed through 'Butts Pure Gas Station'. He had something of a reputation as a ladies man.

Jezebel gave him a once over and decided the gamey scent was sufficiantly subdued by the piquant aroma of gasoline. He'd be fun to play with while the other boys washed up.

"Homer, sweetie you take these boys to the tub and see they get clean as new pennies. I'll just start with Aldo's education right now while I wait."

"Elmo ma'am."

"I don't care what your called you, Tall Dark and Handsome, just come on over here."
She looked around his broad back and winked at the gaggle of boys in the doorway.
"Now ya'll just shoo. I got pleanty of learning for you still left when you get back."

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Ernest Brumbelow was stuffing his dick back in his pants when he heard the girl slip into the water.
He'd thought he could make it to town but even if he did every damn thing would be closed, so he'd pulled off onto the dusty shoulder and left his wife and son sound asleep in the car.

It was black as pitch, the sliver of moon had set hours ago. He could hear the woman muttering softly to herself just beyond the gnarly hedge of bushes that surrounded the swimming hole.
He snuck in closer, trying hard not to make a sound.

"Oh Lord give me a sign that I havn't damned and sullied myself . Reverand Gantry is blessed in your eyes, isn't he?"

Gantry!...My God paydirt already!
Brumbelow wiggled closer, belly to the ground like the snake in Eden.
He could see her now, dimly to be sure but he knew she was a handsome woman. Mister Elmer Gantry didn't mess around with no dogs.
Maybe he could have some fun with her.
Ernest was graced with a stentorian voice which he now put to good use...

"No child you have not sinned."

Beatrice shot bolt upright, water streaming from her high pointed breasts. and down the length of her thighs.
Ernest licked his lips and yanked out his cock.

"Stand up tall before me. I wish to see with my own eyes what my dear son Elmer has chosen as his vehicle of ...er, Sacrificial Offerings."

Beatrice stood naked as a jaybird in the cool dark water, positive now that she was hearing the very words of God!

 

[Arioso]

Oh my! Oh...oh imagine that! She, Beatrice, a...a vessel of sacrificial offerings unto the Lord!

"Oh yes, praise be!" the impressionable young woman exclaimed as she stood straight as could be -- which was quite straight, since she'd taken two years of 'charm and poise' from the proper and matronly Widow Frothbottom.

She squared her shoulders and thrust her chest forward -- very far forward, considering the ample, womanly bosom the Lord had blessed her with. And Beatrice smiled, she positively beamed. The Lord's work -- why, she hadn't sinned with Reverend Gantry, she'd helped him...uhh...make his offerings.

"Lift your breasts up, that I may see the instruments of my servant's...service, my child," the deep, resonant voice of God thundered at her.

With a start, Beatrice snapped to attention and cupped her two, generous globes in her palms and hefted them up further, feeling the soft weight jiggle in her hands.

"L-like this, Lord?" Beatrice peeped very meekly.

"Ohhh yeahh...uh..er...ahem....YES, my child. Tell me, my faithful daughter, is there joy in your heart when you serve the Lord thy God?"

Poor Beatrice blinked uncertainly...wondering....but couldn't God see right into her soul. As the water slowly trickled down over her heated, naked flesh she answered, "Yes, oh yes Lord, plenty of joy."

"Then show me, child...Dance for me..." came the booming reply.

Dance?

Tentatively, Beatrice began to sway her hips. She'd only ever danced at church socials, so she wasn't sure if she was doing it right. Gradually, she began gyrating as she imagined dancers of the biblical lands had done...and soon forgot about just cupping her breasts and let her hands run over them...circling...caressing...rolling her shoulders...

Was that....a grunt?

Did God grunt?

************

While Homer, the Tubbins brothers, and Pete Winstead stampeded down to the showers, peeling off their clothes en route and almost tripping over the jeans that slid down to their own knees, Jezebel sauntered around Elmo to close the door to her suite.

She glanced over her shoulder at Elmo Butts and arched her eyebrow at him.

"So, Mr. Squeaky Clean--"

"Elmo, ma'am."

His eyes had a steady, smoldering heat to them. Hmm...this one might be fun.

"So then, Elmo, I gather you'd like some private instruction on how to impress a lady?"

The wind was nearly knocked out of her and Jezebel found her breasts pressed firmly against the door as Elmo suddenly loomed up behind her, his arms planted on either side of her.

Well well well.... That was some proud sample of manhood she felt sliding along her derriere.

"I think I know pretty well how to impress a lady," Elmo answered in her ear.

 

[ariosto]

With one last furtive look over his shoulder in the direction of the sleeping car, Ernest threw caution to the winds and twisted out of his overalls, freeing his big aching cock to the brisk night air.

Good God but that was a fine looking gal. He could just about feel those rosebud nipples in his mouth, feel her thighs around him, feel his prick inside her heat...

Ahhhhhhhh.... he groaned.
She paused momentarily at the sound.

'Watch it boy' he cautioned himself.

I am pleased by what I see woman. I sense a fire for the LORD in you that cries out to be....to be....quenched.

Beatrice sank to her knees in the shallows and raised her arms in suplication.
"Oh yes...YES I AM INCANDESCENT with the need to be fulfilled in God's eyes."

Incandescent?
Ernest pondered the word but only for a second...

Come out of the Sea of Galilee woman and lay upon the mossy bank.

No not that mossy bank. This one!

She looked about the watering hole for a mossy bank. Hard to spot at night.

"Where Oh Lord?" she asked confused.

Over here by the cotton wood tree and the blackberry bushes.

Still she hesitated.

To your left dammit!

"Have I displeased you Lord".
Beatrice began to cry.

Er, no child. I know how discombobulated mere mortals can be. Yes that's right, come a bit closer to the tree now and kneel down.

Ernest wriggled himself deeper into the blackberry bushes, shrugging off the occasional barb and scratch until he was just inside the fringe of leaves.

Beatrice was kneeling in front of him only a few feet away. Her tear wet face turned up to the stars.

Now child I will allow you to atone for your many sins. Close your eyes and open your mouth.

Ernest held back a curse as a briar scraped along the 9 inch shaft of his cock as he
manuvered it closer and closer to Beatrice's full soft lips.

 

[ariosto]

Elmo had flipped her dress up around her waist and Jezebel, being sans panties as usual, found her plump firm cheeks being parted by a tool of huge proportions.

"Better open wide ma'am, I've been known to make grown women cry with this ol' thing."

A quick look over her shoulder confirmed his claim in spades!

Spreading her legs wide and scuffling her heels for a purchase, Jezebel held her breath and raised her ass up to greet the oncoming juggernaut.

"ohhh...my...goddddd."
she hissed as the rounded velvet helmet split her wide apart and began filling her sensitive passage with about twenty pounds of hot hard muscle.

Her fingers cut grooves in the cheap paint of the doorway as he drove it home, lifting her on her tippytoes and slamming her tits hard against the wood.

"Damn Boy, where you been all my life!...unghhHHHHHHH!"

It felt like a rough cut log trying to ram it's way right through her. Her cunt ached with spasiming muscles stretched to the limit. Ached but ached soooo fucking good.!

"Do me Elmo...doke a bitch dog.", she panted.

His hands closed over her breasts and squeezed them so hard it hurt but that felt good too She felt him sliding out and clenched tight trying to crush his cock, trying to hold him inside but he pulled back, an inch...two...three...four...five...She
squeezed harder!

Then....RAMMMM!
he slammed into her, driving her once again into the door so hard, plaster fell from the ceiling like snow.

"OH JESUS!"

again....SLAM!

"What did you say you were gonna teach me Ma'am?"

SLAM!.......Slam!......SLAMMMMMM!


Outside the door three squeeky clean teenagers clad in towels watched and listened with awe as the door to Miss Jezebel's room nearly came off it's hinges over and over again.

 

[Arioso]

"Aw jeez, I'm gonna hafta fix that door," Homer muttered dejectedly as he watched the hinges rattle in the doorframe.

"Shh! Shut yer yap, Homer, those two sound better'n a radio show!" Hickory Tubbins hissed at him.

THUD! The door shuddered again.

Four towels wrapped around dripping, showered young men slowly began to tent in the front...

*****

Jezebel grunted like a mare giving birth as Elmo rammed his meaty monster up her snatch, nearly splitting her juicy tunnel wide open like a ripe watermelon. Yet although her eyes were rolling back in her head, she managed to reach around behind the two of them and slap the cock-sure boy on his ass.

"I'll teach you plenty, boy," Jezebel gasped, grazing her painted fingernails over the warm cheek she'd just spanked. "I'll teach you....unnnnngggghhhohhyeahhh....technique. Having the ri-aaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ight tools is good, but if you want to keep them COMMMMMMMing back...ahhhh...you should work on your technique."

Elmo's hips pumped in long, languid strokes, jerking Jezebel up against the door and his face stretched in a lazy half-smile. "I think my technique's just fine, ma'am. You seem to be enjoying it."

"I...arrrrrggghhh...haven't....cum....yet!" Jezebel bit out through clenched teeth, a sheen of sweat forming on her brow. Damn, but this young stud was a challenge! "You got...unnhh...something better to show me, or you want to let me refine you a little?"

"Hmm...well, ma'am...does this technique impress you?" Elmo murmured in Jezebel's ear...

*****

Homer, Pete Winstead, and the Tubbins brothers fell back against the wall, dropping their towels as the fancy lady's voice let out a long, shrieking wail through the door....one like none of them had ever heard, but which made poor Pete Winstead shoot a load from his stiff pecker before he'd even gotten his fifty-cents' worth.

*****

As Beatrice felt the smooth, round, fleshy head press between her lips and part them wider, she could only think how Sunday school class had not prepared her for this sort of divine revelation. Why had God chosen to reveal Himself to her in this fashion, as a....as a...well, a prick in a bush?

Well...then....Moses had his burning bush...

The ... er...divine member slid in and out of her mouth in a rhythm that was now familiar to Beatrice, thanks to Reverend Gantry. As she laved the Hallowed Rod thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me Lord with her tongue, and heard the Almighty's...groans?...a strange thought occurred to her.

God's rod felt a little smaller than Reverend Gantry's had.

Oh my!

OH MY!

Reverend Gantry's cock was BIGGER THAN GOD'S!

 

[ariosto]

"Hmm...well, ma'am...does this technique impress you?" Elmo murmured in Jezebel's ear,"

Jezebel went all hot and shivery as Elmo slid his tool from her clutching holster. With a sure fire premonition born of countless experiences she spread her legs even wider and braced herself. Sure enough the gaspump boy slammed his lathered woodie between her rosy ass cheeks and skewered her right up the bum hole!
Feet lifted from the floor and she felt like a butterfly impaled on a specimin pin, only this wasn't a pin, this was a fucking jackhammer!

"Might hurt a bit Mizjezebel, you feel godawful tight in there."

Elmo's considerate words didn't register, she was too busy licking the paint off the door and making room for that freight engine inside her...

Pete shook the last drops of jizzm from his deflating cock and looked again at the
beseiged door to Jezebel's room.
"Damn Homer, maybe we better go check and see. Ya know after he done poor Maggie McAllister, she walked funny for nigh on a year."

Homer didn't answer, Homer was pissed. This was supposed to be his show.


*****************************************************************

Ernest, aka God, had no reservations about the size of his cock and would have been pretty put out if he'd known what Beatrice was thinking.

This prim little gal was a real natural. One hand gently rolled and squeezed his balls while the other worked in rhythym with her mouth and lips to squeeze and suck him to a violent, messy orgasm!

UNGHHHHHHHHHHHSHITFIRESWEETJESUSDAMNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

He cried out into the night as his Holy Rod released a gargantuan load of cum into Beatrice waiting mouth then spewed like a garden hose all over her pretty face and scrumptious tits.

"Did I please you Lord?"
She asked, her heretical thoughts on the size of God's erection temporarily 'drowned' out by the divine magnitude of his Cumming. She licked a steaming wad fom her lips...
"Did I?"

God was breathing heavily...
unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...yes. Yes..I..OW!
Foliage rustled and shook as a blackberry thorn raked across his dripping peter.

I MEAN YES..YES. IN OUR EYES YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF....FOR NOW ANYWAY....BUT DAUGHTER...

"Yes Lord?"
Beatrice wiped a finger of spend from her left breast and sucked it dry.

ABOUT THIS DEVILSSPAWN ELMER GANTRY.

Suddenly from up the road came a new voice, one full of fear and anger,

'ERNEST!...ERNEST BRUMBELOW, WHERE ARE YOU! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE US LIKE THIS....WHAT YOU DOIN...PISSIN SOMEWHERE?"
Maisy could wake the dead with that voice of hers.

 

[Arioso]

Beatrice found herself swooning in such a daze that the booming herald of the angels reached her enraptured mind in a bit of a jumble.

And indeed her brain was a tad scrambled, to make Maisy Brumblebow's screeching accusations sound like an angelic chorus. Yet as Beatrice toppled backward onto the moss, oblivious to Ernest Brumblebow's curses and frantic fumbling in the berry thicket, she heard the Call....her Call to divine service:

"Beatrice! Beatrice, O One Below! Where are you? You can trust Jesus likes this, what you're doing. Your mission, my dear..."

"Mission?" Beatrice murmured dozily, her face and breasts glistening from their baptism with holy jizz. What mission? What is it? she thought to herself as she watched the stars wobble drunkenly in the night sky. Or was it her head that was wobbling?

Well...it was something she was doing already...and it gave great pleasure to the Lord....oh my! Was THAT her mission?

She would have to seek guidance from the good Reverend...in the morning....

As Beatrice's eyes rolled back, she dimly thought she heard the sacred voices warbling "Holy, holy, holy..."

Meanwhile, Ernest Brumblebow desperately scrambled to raise his britches with one hand while he held his other hand up in an effort to ward off Maisy's hand-bag -- a deadly weapon if there ever was one, since the woman toted everything but the damned kitchen sink around in that purse -- as she swung it at his head.

"OW! OW! HOLY shit, Maisy, quit whackin' me, ol' wummin'! OW!" Ernest hollered.

"I should wallop you right proper, Ernest Brumblebow, leaving your wife and your pregnant daughter in the truck while you hide in the bushes fiddling with your willie!" Maisy screeched right back, hardly breaking a sweat as she swung her two-ton hand-bag with the same practiced ease it took her to swat a cow's behind when she wanted it to move.

"Aww, ease up Maisy you SOW! A man's gotta relieve himself every now and agin'---OW!" Ernest grumbled, scowling as the berry bushes tangled around him in a conspiracy of thorns.

Several scratches and bruises later, Ernest managed to stumble to his truck and heave himself inside. Dammit...he'd wanted to see if he could use this Beatrice chickadee against that clod of cow dung, Gantry. Maybe he could look her up once again when he and the missus had settled into town...

******

"Might hurt a bit Mizjezebel, you feel godawful tight in there."

Jezebel's tongue slid against the door as she groaned out her bone-deep lust. Almighty Savior, this boy could drive a pile deep where the sun don't shine! Her hips pumped and thumped against the door as wildly as if she were trying to fuck it as well as Elmo's pecker.

But the boy was just too dang cocky for Jezebel's purposes. She couldn't have this go to his head.

"Hurt, Elmo?" she purred, biting her lower lip as he plowed his stiffie deep in the furrow of her bowels. "Why, don't you fret, sonny boy....there's hurtin', and then there's the real good hurtin'..."

"Is that a fact, Miss Jezebel?" Elmo drawled right before he nipped her earlobe with his teeth and slammed his corn-fed prick straight up her ass again.

"AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHJEEEESUSYEAHHH!" Jezebel howled, tossing her head back in utter abandon.

Thud!THUD!Thud!THUD!
"Hey in there! The rest of us out here paid our two-bits', too. Open up already!" Homer's sullen voice barked from the hallway.

Panting, Jezebel reached behind herself and locked her hands around Elmo's neck.

"Go on...pick me up and move away from the door," she gasped, her ripe tits heaving.

Elmo hardly needed to be told twice. He hooked his hands under her thighs and hoisted her up, impaling her scrumptious derriere on his peter even more deeply as he staggered them both back a few steps.

Jezebel's mouth flowered open around a long, sensual groan before she called out to Homer and his friends, "Come on in boys...door's open..."

 

[ariosto]

Beatrice dimly heard Ernest's car sputter into life and wheeze back onto the road, but she never connected it to the epiphany she'd just experienced.
First Reverand Gantry and now God himself had annointed her with righteous jism.
She ran a finger over her still stiffened nipples and tentatively sampled the sticky cum that coated them with her tongue. Of course she'd just swallowed a mouthful or two of sacred sperm but now she could lay back in the soothing miasmic waters, stare into the high deep vault of heaven and savor the flavor of the Lords Very Own Ambrosia.
Odd, it didn't taste much different than the Reverands, thinner maybe and even a bit...sour.

"Stop sulking dammit. I had ta pee!"
Maisy stared out the window at the dark countryside, her arms stubbornly crossed under her fruitful bosom.
"You know we have to get our angel to the convent before dawn. It was part of the contract we signed."

"Hell of a damn thing, I never heard of nothin' like it. Used to be a gal gets knocked up and you send her to visit Aunt Jane in Omaha or somethin. Now she gets to go ta some goddam convent!
Hell she ain't even catholic!'

Mary Anne whimpered in the back seat.

Maisy rounded on him.
"Well MIster Brumbelow, we got no Aunt Jane in Omaha or anywhere else for that matter and I think we were awful darned lucky to come across the 'Our Lady of Perpetual Frustration.' Least they'll give her a home till the tyke comes and there won't be no shame in it."

He gripped the wheel tighter and stared into the dark night ahead.
"I just can't figger a bunch a nuns going door to door and offerin' to pay..to PAY, for them ta take in a unwed mother...I mean what's in it fer them fer chrissake!"

'Hush up Ernest. Look there, I see the sign."

Rearing up from the flat Kansas cornfields stood a gothic monstrosity of a house, it's bizarre and disturbing contours thankfully hidden by the night.
Two stone columns like twin erections thrust up from the roadside and flanked the
driveway. A metal sign arched between them.

OUR LADY OF PERPETUAL FRUSTRATION...a retreat for precocious young women
of questionable morals, comely appearence and irresponsible character.
The Lord is waiting for you.
Sister Veronique DuVall...Mother Superior

'Well that sure as hell describes you!"
Ernest glanced back in the rearview mirror at his recently impregnated daughter.
Somehow she seemed to look a bit like that woman back at the pond.
Maybe it was just the shadows playing tricks...

 

[ariosto]

The sight that greeted the four boys as they tumbled into the room left them gape mouthed and dumfounded!

Elmo was staggering backwards towards the open window with Miz Jezebel hoisted high on his own petard as they say. Her heels were locked behind his legs, her hands behind his neck and she was splayed out like a roadkill up on the four lane.
Homer was the first to come to his senses and thrust himself between Elmo's broad back and the open window much to the amazement of Millicent and Priscella Creedy, the sour faced Baptist Pastors daughters, two gals known for questionable morals much to the Pastor's shame.

"Looky there Pris ain't that Homer Durts ass stickin outter that window?!"
Pris squinted myopicaly towards the confusion up above.
"I do beleive it is Milly! Mebbe we should go up and see what's goin on?"

The naked desk clerk found himself overmatched as Elmo, Jezebel and now the other three boys leaned franticaly against him.
The Tubbins had eached latched on to one of Jezebels fulsome titties and were sucking like starved spring lambs while Pete Winstead worked his meaty tool into her wide open cunnie and was now fucking in fast counterpoint to Elmo's deeper
poundings from behind.

"Oh boy!... you fellas sure do know how to welcome a gal to town."
she gasped as Homer's purchase finally gave way on the window sill.
Only the heavy canvas awning bleaching in the heat in front of the hotel entrance kept them from being run over by the afternoon Grayhound bus from Wichita but it did little to soften the impact of the falling bodies on Pastor Creedy's daughters as they took the front steps two at a time.