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CHAPTER FIVE

Edna Savage had red hair… on her cunt 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!