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  “Oh my word, JimBob Brown,” she said. “I could always tell Tommy Joe was a healthy boy down there, but this is a wonderful surprise.”

  Lucy had his jeans undone in a moment as well, and she stood there a moment looking back and forth between her hands at the two big young cocks she was holding. JimBob was starting to move his hand a little, feeling her breast and squeezing clumsily at her hard nipple as she gently tugged one of them in each hand.

  “Only way to save you two from Butterface is for you to fuck my pussy,” she said, “but I’m-a gonna suck on you both first so you fit in easier. You’re a pair-a big young bucks and I ain’t but little.”

  She got on her knees, still holding them by their cocks, and took all seven inches of Tommy Joe’s rigid, meaty pole into her mouth at once and immediately started bobbing her head on him.

  “Oh Jesus Mary and Joseph,” he exhaled as pleasure coursed through his body. Janie had given his pecker a tentative kiss a few times, and once he even ejaculated into her mouth (and she gagged and retched, and almost puked it out), but he realized that compared to Mrs. McRae…Lucy, rather…his gal didn’t know anything about sucking a cock. He reached his hands down to stop her and found himself holding her bobbed silver hair and moving her head back and forth as she slid her tight lips up and down his rock-hard prick.

  She reached up and pulled his jeans and briefs down with one hand and grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper so that he felt his balls on her chin. He looked down and saw her big blue eyes and some cute freckles on her nose and damned if she wasn’t every bit as pretty as Janie, and even prettier with her little red lips stretched around his thick cock, that gorgeous juicy ass poking up where he could see the string going up her crack, those big bare tits visible every time she pulled back on his long rod. He was fighting himself from spunking right in her mouth already.

  He saw her other hand too, she hadn’t stopped stroking JimBob for even a second, and JimBob’s cock was as huge in her tiny hand as it had been when he squirted on Bobby Joe’s leg the other day. He had a monster that had to be close to ten inches long, not as fat as Tommy Joe’s but a good deal longer, that made her hands look even smaller and sexier as she pulled on almost half of it with every stroke. She still wore her wedding ring.

  Lucy pulled back and smiled up at Tommy Joe, bringing her hand from his ass to his cock and stroking him over her face. “God damn you boys are nice and hung,” she said, then licked the precum out of his hole as she looked up at him. “You’re more than ready, and I am too.”

  She stood up and turned her back to him, then bent over and took some of JimBob in her mouth. Tommy Joe watched as she gave JimBob hands-free head and reached back, her knees spread and her back arched to stick her rear end up, rolling the thong down slowly and exposing her entire ass and pussy to him. She left the wet purple thong on, now just a strap cutting into her firm legs halfway down her milky, smooth thighs, and moved her ass slowly up and down, tempting him, her hole exposed and ready and waiting for him to stuff his big cock into.

  He had himself in his hand, and the sight and smell of her arousal drove him crazy, and he could see her glistening lips inviting him to mount her, the round cheeks begging for his hands, he even saw her little brown bud and he wanted to do so many things to her…

  And he couldn’t.

  He couldn’t betray Janie. God damn he wanted to, so badly, but…

  “Oh mah Lord almighty,” JimBob barked, suddenly clamping his hands on her short silver hair and holding her as he grunted and pumped his hips. Lucy made a little gagging sound, but got it under control before he was done pumping.

  When she came up for air, she was wiping JimBob’s spunk from her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Tommy Joe. She missed a little rope along her cheek and a dribble on her chin, but she didn’t realize it. “Come on baby,” she said. “I’ll get him hard again, put that big pecker in me, I want it as much as you do now.”

  “I cain’t,” he said. “I just cain’t. Janie…”

  “Janie don’t need to know, and she ain’t gonna do you, and you could die,” she said, still bent over, still waiting for his hard cock to enter her wet pussy. She was absently stroking JimBob’s long, flaccid shaft, not noticing the increasing grimaces on his face. “Tommy Joe Barnett, you put that cock in me right now, god dammit!”

  “I cain’t!” he wailed, stumbling backwards since he was trying at the same time to get his cock into his briefs.

  “Oww! Jesus! Mrs. McRae, stop it!” JimBob howled. His long cock was a tender bundle of nerves and she had been stroking it furiously.

  “Oh Lord, JimBob, I’m sorry!” Lucy said. “Let me kiss it all better, you need to have some pussy too, you can’t let Butterface get you boys…”

  Tommy managed to get his jeans up and fled the diner. JimBob came out the same door at a run no more than a minute later.

  ~~~

  Lucy was still in the same spot in the back, naked except for her wedding ring, leaning against the metal racks, her long legs spread wide, her mouth a perfect little o, and her fingers playing a frantic tune across her small, stiff clit when Old Pap stepped into the dimly-lit back room.

  “Well well well,” he said. “Ain’t this a perty sight.”

  She was startled but too enraptured to stop instantly, and apparently not very disturbed by the fact that he was seeing her like this. “You get on outta here, Old Pap,” she wheezed at him between deep breaths. She stopped diddling and extended her fingers to cover her exposed sex. “I know what you done to my boy and I ain’t never gonna forgive you,” she said.

  “I give ‘im fair warnin,” he said. He stepped in past the light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting his face in shadow. “Plus I seen to it he was first, jist fer you, my little big-titty Sheba. I reckon you was tryin’t deflower them two idjits so she cain’t get her hooks in ‘em, eh?”

  “Yeah, what’s it to you?” she said. “Ain’t none of your concern.”

  “Well, didja?” he said, walking closer. “I see you got some mess on that perty face but I’m a-thankin that lil snapper needs some pork, ain’t that so?”

  “Get on outta here,” she said.

  “Naw, I reckon I’m gonna fuck you some,” he said, taking off his hat and revealing his shock of unruly white hair. “Wanna see if you’re still as tight as ya was when you was a girl. I like to check up on that with you, now ‘n agin, as you’ll recall.”

  “No, Old Pap, I said you get on outta here. I’m done with you, you done hurt my boys, and Bob too.”

  “You didn’t give two shits about Bob,” he said with a laugh. He unfastened his britches and let them drop. He didn’t have any underwear on, and his ridiculously oversized cock was already starting to stir. It looked like a wicked, one-eyed elephant trunk rising to point at her as she sat there. He shuffled closer, his pants ridiculously limiting his steps.

  “I mean it, Old Pap. I don’t want you to touch me no more.” She tried to cover herself, serving to do nothing but make her body appear rounder than normal.

  His cock rose more, looking her eye-to-eyes. “Girl, you spread them legs or I’m-a gonna get angry now.”

  “I ain’t a girl god dammit, I’m thirty-three years old, you old shitheel. You cain’t do this kinda shit nowdays!” she yelled, clutching her hand over her crotch and half-scampering away from him. “I said no, and no means no, so you go on and git!” When she said ‘git,’ she threw a loose styrofoam box, the kind used as doggy bags, at him. It flittered randomly away and didn’t even come close to Old Pap, but he got riled all the same.

  “Now god dammit girl, you stop it. I’m-a gonna diddle you some, that’s all, I ain’t-a gonna hurt ya, just poke ya a while. I saved your boy, you owe me!”

  “You didn’t save shit,” she said. “He’s ruined and you did it, you and your little devil whore, and now you think I’m-a gonna welcome you with spread legs like when I was a dumb school girl?”

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nbsp; “Yeap,” he said. “Cause if’n you give me a hard time, I reckon Bobby Joe’s got enough brains left to get his pecker hard. Maybe she’ll pay him another visit.” He was close enough now that his combat boots were touching her calves. He gripped his thick, swollen cock in both hands and stroked it at her.

  This standoff lasted for a few silent seconds, and then her shoulders slumped, and she laid herself back, and spread her legs, looking at the fallen doggy bag.

  She was still looking at it when he stuffed his huge tool inside her, and she was looking at it the entire time he hurt her small pussy, trying to be grateful that he didn’t want to ‘poke her ass a while.’

  That always meant sick days, and she couldn’t afford to take time off work.

  ~~~

  Tommy Joe waited nervously in Janie’s stiflingly hot barn loft. He’d called her cell phone from the old relic payphone in the parking lot of the general store so she’d know he was coming over, and he had to wait for her to finish doing some chores. His dick was still an aching steel post in his drawers, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Mrs. McRae’s bare body and the feel of her mouth on him. He was just about to have a jerk to calm himself down before Janie arrived when, of course, he heard her creep in through the side door and start up the ladder.

  His erection didn’t go down a bit when he saw her. She was coated with a fine sheen of sweat, but her hair was down and she was only wearing jean cutoffs and a cutoff flannel shirt tied around her chest. He couldn’t help staring at her long legs, her bare belly, her full cleavage.

  “Hi baby,” he said. “I got to tell you something you ain’t gonna like.”

  Her smile faded as she sat next to him. “Well g’won then,” she said seriously.

  “Uh, well…I don’t know where to start, really. Remember last week in my loft?”

  She grinned and blushed. “Yes, I remember.”

  “Well, right after that…” and he proceeded to tell her about the conversation with Old Pap at the fishin’ hole, leaving out the circle jerk and the incident between JimBob and Bobby Joe. Her grin disappeared as soon as he said ‘Butterface,’ but she let him finish speaking. Eventually, as he told the story, he ended by saying that it seemed many people held the belief that Bobby Joe’s stroke was a result of the supernatural creature, and JimBob and he decided to talk to Mrs. McRae.

  Janie responded as if she hadn’t really been listening, although she had. “It’s too hot up here, can we go sit on the truck?” It was true, both of them were sweating like mad. Usually, if they weren’t being frisky, they sat on the tailgate of her Dad’s pickup to talk, since it looked innocent enough.

  “No, God Janie, ain’t you listenin?” he said frantically. “I got to lose my virginity or Butterface is-a gonna roon me! Mrs. McRae done tried to do me, but I wouldn’t cheat on you, but god dammit, look!” He was already shirtless and had his jeans unbuttoned since before she got up into the loft, so he just unzipped and let his erection speak for itself, a massive tent in his now-too-tight white briefs.

  Janie looked, surprised at his size even though she had seen it and held it and even tasted it a time or two. “I never seen you so big,” she said. Her hand went to it as if drawn by its own volition. “My goodness, what did she do to you?” She realized what she had just said, and her head snapped up suddenly so she could stare accusingly into his face. “What did that dirty old slut do to you Tommy Joe Barnett!”

  “I didn’t let her do nothin!” he said.

  “Nothin?” she said, unbelieving and angry, squeezing his rock-hard dick through his tightie-whities as if to display it for evidence.

  “She swallered it whole, then I run off!” he said. Her eyes widened and Tommy Joe could tell she was mad. “Janie I swear, I ain’t-a gonna cheat on you, never! I got out of there and called you right away. But you got to help me baby, I cain’t take it, I’m so hard it’s hurtin, bad. Please, you promised me, we had a deal, please do it now!”

  “You done missed church Wednesday already,” she said petulantly. She often spoke petulantly to him, as she was a petulant girl. “That deal’s done been off.”

  “Oh Lord, Janie, you know why I missed church Wednesday, Bobby Joe got roont by Butterface! I just wasn’t thankin about sex!”

  “Well you wasn’t thinkin bout me, neither!” she said. “You ever think maybe it’s sex what makes Butterface ruin men’s brains? That’s for the marriage bed!”

  “Aww, hell,” he said, throwing himself back against the broken straw bale behind him, making her hand leave his covered erection. He was defeated. “I’m roont either way.”

  “You know, all of us girls is told about the Butterface, and we ain’t allowed to tell the boys. And most always it turns out just fine.” She looked over his body as she spoke, his flat, defined abs leading down to where she was trying not to stare and failing, at his big dick pushing his briefs out of his jeans. She had to stop her impure thoughts. She tried to think through the Our Father and it didn’t work. “You ain’t gonna be ruined. You just got to stay strong and believe in the Lord, don’t you see she just wants to taint you? So you end up sinnin’ and losin’ your holy purity?”

  “Looky h’yere,” he said, flicking his underwear over the head of his cock and shoving it down to cup his sack so he sprang out, enormous and purple. He was bare from his balls to the dark hair on top of his head—nothing but sweaty, shapely, tanned young muscle and big, steely, throbbing cock. Janie’s eyes were locked to his aroused manhood in spite of her attempt to think pure thoughts.

  “Ain’t no holy purity causin this, Janie!” He lowered his voice, realizing he was a bit too loud. “Janie, I love you, you got to help me.”

  “Oh Lord,” she said, both excited and distressed. She gripped him in her little hand again and looked into his eyes. She couldn’t believe how hard and hot his pecker was on her skin; as hot as the day was, his tool was hotter, and it excited her more than she could let herself believe. She wanted him to take her virginity so badly, but…“I cain’t, Tommy Joe, I cain’t make love with you til we’re married…”

  She was stroking him in spite of her words and he grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her to kiss him. She yielded to his mouth like she always did at first, and he untied her shirt as they kissed passionately, their sweaty chests rubbing together. Her hand sped up the stroke as he squeezed one of her big, firm tits and reached down to cup her round little bottom in his other hand.

  “Janie please,” he whispered as they caught a breath. He hooked his thumb into her cutoffs and started pushing them down off her hips. She silenced him with her mouth, and this time she was the aggressive one, plunging her tongue into him and squeezing him hard as she stroked his entire length, the edge of her hand shoving harshly down into his tight, full balls with each unpracticed but sincere yank she gave him. She wiggled her hip up and was halfway on one knee so he could work her shorts down…

  He finally worked the tight cutoffs past her hip on one side, and like a dam breaking they slid down to her knees and off her round ass completely. She didn’t have any panties on, and when he returned his big hand to cover her little bare cheek, his fingertips deep in her crack, he felt her wetness and she gasped harshly right into his mouth.

  “Oh Tommy Joe,” she said, jerking him quickly. He rolled against her, still cupping her bare, soft cheek, and grabbed at her shorts, pulling them down and off as they both turned onto their sides. He looked over her body hungrily—he had never seen her entirely naked before, just her breasts, and teasing peeks of cheek. Seeing the soft yellow hair on her delicate, puffy little mound for the first time, exposed and vulnerable, almost made him squirt right then.

  “No baby,” she said, keeping her knees together, feeling the steely hotness of his long, thick manhood in her hand and pushing against her belly. “Baby we cain’t.”

  “I need you Janie,” he said, moving his hips against her, fucking the palm of her hand and trying to work his head lo
wer toward her womanhood. “Please, I need it, I cain’t hold back.”

  “No, you’ll go to hell,” she said.

  “I’ll die, she’ll kill me!” he answered, using a bit more of his strength to push her onto her back and wedge himself between her knees. She was on her back now, still holding him, and he was half on top of her, face to face, still squeezing her naked bottom and nudging his dick toward her exposed little tuft of blonde hair between her legs.

  “If you die you’ll go to heaven and we’ll be there forever,” she said. “If you do me before we get married we’ll go to hell!”

  “I’ll go to hell happy at least,” he said, trying to push himself into her even though she had hold of his cock by the base and wasn’t allowing it. “Dammit Janie, stop it, let me in.”

  “No!” she said, pushing against him and trying to get up. She realized he was scared and desperate and she suspected he had never been this horny in his life. It scared her a little, too. “Let me kiss it baby. I know you need something, but I cain’t do that, put it in my mouth, I’ll take care of you, I’ll kiss it good for you.”

  He didn’t argue; he got to his knees and she half-sat up right where she was.

  It was different than the other times, though. She had always had complete control, and even though she wasn’t fond of giving in to his lusts, she did find herself titillated and aroused by his strong body and his naughty bits, and she liked the salty, earthy taste of him. She didn’t really know what to do with either his attractive body or those plentiful lusts, but she was looking forward to a time when they were married and she could figure it out—and do it without guilt.

  But this time, she realized, he wasn’t acting like her sweet young Godly gentleman Tommy Joe. She was dealing with the monster inside of him that Mama told her was in every man, the sex-crazed beast that didn’t think of women as aught but holes to rut their willies into.

  He grabbed her by the ears as soon as she had gingerly put his head on her tongue, and shoved it in as far as it would go. She instantly gagged, but not as badly as she had the last time she tried to fit him all in there. He pulled back and shoved it all the way in again, this time pushing down into her throat, and she gagged and retched, feeling her tummy flip.