Oddball Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Oddball Ch. 02 by JimBob44,JimBob44
*Author’s Note: Any persons Engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Chapter 1

‘Crack this shell and bring me home,’ autumn’s ‘Shadow Girl’ poured out of the speakers and Mary Farmer sang along with it. Thomas looked over and smiled at her and she blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

He wondered what she would do if he leaned over and kissed her.

“Probably call me ‘Satan’ and jump out of my truck,” he thought.

Her parents were overly zealous religious fanatics and it was reflected in her manner of dress. Her dress went from her throat to her ankles, no flesh was exposed. Her round face was all but obscured behind her large horn rimmed glasses, and her long brown hair hung down to the back of her calves.

She looked over at him and blushed and looked away again. He was so handsome. She wanted so badly to kiss him, to feel those soft moist lips pressed against hers.

“He probably doesn’t like me like that,” she told herself.

“Football game tonight,” he said.

“You going?” she asked him.

“Have to,” he laughed. “I’m on the team.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, remembering that he was on the football team.

“You going?” he asked.

She looked at her lap, at her hands folded demurely in her lap. She shook her head no, a tear beginning to form.

“You know my mama would never let me go to anything like that,” she whispered, a sob catching in her throat.

“I know,” he sighed. “Be nice to know you were there, cheering me on.”

“I will be cheering you on,” she said and innocently put her hand on his thigh.

His erection was immediate. Silently he cursed himself and prayed that she would not notice, would not get frightened or disgusted.

“Oh my Heavens!” she thought, looking at the sizable lump in his jeans.

She had a vague idea of what a man’s penis looked like, having snuck a look at the illustrations in the encyclopedia in the school library. The drawings did not give any kind of reference points, did not say how large or small they were supposed to be. Since it was supposed to fit into the woman’s vagina, she imagined they’d have to be pretty small, even though she heard boys, disgusting, vile boys bragging about how big their manhood’s were.

Looking at the lump that Thomas had, she wasn’t sure how in the world that would fit into her small vagina. But the thought of trying, the thought of touching it, kissing it (she wasn’t sure if she could fit it into her mouth either) had her womanhood very excited.

“I’ll ask my mama,” she said as they pulled into the school parking lot.

“Don’t,” he said and sighed. “Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

—-

He sat and waited for a few moments, just watching her little bottom as she walked from the parking lot to the school corridor.

“Damn it!” he laughed at himself. “Never going to go down if you keep staring at her ass!”

Finally, his throbbing erection wilted and he readjusted himself and got out of his truck.

“Hey Tank, what’s up?” Jack Rogers called out.

“Not much, not much, you?” Thomas replied.

“Nan, nothing!” Jack Complained. “Mindy’s mom’s being a total beeyotch, won’t let me see Mindy, just ’cause that stupid bitch Holy Mary got her busted and shit.”

Jack found himself being hoisted off the ground by his throat.

“Her name is Mary, not ‘Holy Mary,’ got it?” Thomas roared. “And she’s not a stupid bitch, you are, got it?”

Thomas dropped Jack to the ground. Jack sat, coughing and rubbing his throat.

“Man, what the fuck crawled up your ass?” Jack finally coughed out.

“You, all right?” Thomas sighed. “All Mary did was defend herself; Mindy’s the one that got herself busted.”

“Yeah, but where am I going to find another freak ass piece of ass like that?” Jack asked and got to his feet.

“Your hand, ass hole,” Thomas said. “Don’t forget, I ain’t getting none since Grace’s out of here now.”

“Big loss,” John Ridgelow laughed as he joined the other two students.

“Yeah?” Thomas glared at him. “You going to suck my dick?”

“Hey, there’s always amber,” John suggested.

“That ugly twat?” Jack sneered. “Dude, rather fuck you.”

“We all would,” Thomas laughed and picked John up. “Anyone ever tell you what pretty eyes you got?”

“Put me down, faggot!” John laughed and Thomas dropped him to the asphalt parking lot.

“Fucking homo,” John laughed and punched Thomas.

“Takes one to know one, bitch,” Thomas laughed and punched him back.

—-

Amber Waterson glared at Holy Mary as the small girl found a desk and sat down. Ever since Holy Mary got her friends arrested, the cheerleader was lonely.

‘What was so great about her?’ she wondered. Tank didn’t look her way twice, but he looked all the time at this little shrimp that dressed like a farmer’s wife.

Amber looked again at her own outfit. Half shirt that ended just below her large breasts. Snug jeans that gave her a nice camel toe. Her pierced belly button on display.

But Tank would rather give that little freak a ride to school? Didn’t make a bit of sense to her.

Miss Carmen came in and began the roll call so Amber didn’t have much time to stare hatefully at Mary.

“Love your outfit,” Babette Boudreaux said as amber was walking out of the classroom.

“Yeah?” Amber said, looking to see if the pimple-faced girl was kidding or not.

Babette’s hungry look told Amber that the girl was serious.

“Thanks, got it at Abdul’s,” Amber said.

“Yeah?” Babette asked. “Nice.”

“Got this top there too,” Amber said and flipped the hem up to show Babette she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Oh, ” Babette said, blushing hotly, but maintaining eye contact with Amber.

“Maybe not having Peggy and Mindy around wasn’t such a bad thing,” Amber decided.

Neither Peggy or Mindy were ever very quick to return a favor, but Babette looked like she’d be very happy to give as good as she got.

Chapter 2

Mary checked her watch; she had five minutes before her next class. She picked up the receiver of the pay phone and typed in the 800 number of her mother’s office.

“Young Insurance,” Michelle’s bored voice came on.

“Mrs. Farmer, Please,” Mary asked.

“This is Leah Farmer,” Leah’s harsh voice snapped.

“Mama, this is Mary,” she said.

“Mary! What’s wrong?” Leah asked, concerned.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong,” Mary hastened to reassure her mother. “No, it’s just, I was wondering, um, would it be all right if I went to a um, a football game tonight?”

“Absolutely not,” Leah was ready to spit out, but held her tongue for a moment.

Of late, John had been standing up for Mary. He reminded her that there were a few families that went to their church that had teenaged children that were in trouble all the time, yet Mary did whatever was asked of her, without fuss.

“And what’s her reward?” he thundered. “Criticism, criticism, and criticism.”

He’d also been standing up for himself. She was sure that her coworkers could smell the lust and carnalities on her, could just sense the wickedness, the sins of the flesh. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to sit all the way through Worship on Sunday.

“Let me think about it,” she conceded. “What time is the game and what time will you be home?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think to ask that!” Mary gasped.

“Let me guess,” Leah chuckled. “Thomas Kowalski?”

“Yes ma’am,” Mary blushed.

“Let me think about it, call me back at lunch time, okay?” Leah said.

—-

Leah smiled as she punched out the number to George’s Garage.

“George’s,” George Farmer said as he answered his phone.

“Let me talk to John,” she snapped.

“Sure, sure, nice to talk to you too,” George grumbled and called his baby brother to the phone.

“Hello?” John asked.

“Well, I hope you’re satisfied, Mr. ‘Let My Daughter Do Whatever She Wants,'” she hissed into the phone. “She wants to go to a football game tonight.”

“Hey, that’s great!” he laughed, thinking about what he’d like to do with his wife. With Mary out of the house, they could be loud, vocal, instead of having to muffle their groans.

“That’s great?” she said, also thinking about what she and John could do with Mary out of the house. “She’ll be at a football game, where there’ll be drugs, and alcohol and other teenagers waiting to lead her down the path to damnation!”

“And she’ll be having a good time, she’ll be having fun,” John said. “Honey, we’ve protected her a lot, but we can’t protect her forever.”

“Very well,” Leah said and hung up.

—-

“Game starts at about 6:30, but I have to be there at 5:30 to dress out,” Thomas said.

They sat in the library, but having their Study Period at the same time. Mary scrawled out that information.

“So, I’ll pick you up at about 5:00 or so,” he said.

“Okay, and what time does it end?” Mary asked.

“About 9:30, 10:00,” Thomas shrugged. “Then I’ll bring you straight home.”

“Why so long?” Mary asked.

“Most football games last about three hours,” he laughed. “Mary do you know anything about football?”

“I know you play,” she said then blushed hotly.

“Tell your Mama I won’t even shower after the game; I’ll just drive you home, all hot and sweaty,” he teased.

“Eeww!” she screeched, eliciting laughter from Thomas and John Ridgelow and Babette Boudreaux.

“Miss Farmer!” Miss Barbara, the school librarian hissed.

“Yes ma’am,” Mary said and scrawled out some more notes.

Chapter 3

John walked home wearily. It had been a long day at the garage, made all the longer by a couple of college students that had dragged their “dilapidated Toyota in at the last moment. Just like with most teenagers, they were convinced it was an emergency and that they needed it done right away. George had explained their policies, the whole time looking the tall blonde up and down. Her little friend just kept giggling and gasping. John knew one or the other was going to fuck George for the cost of the repairs, which would mean no commission for John.

He couldn’t complain, though. They lived in one of George’s rent houses, practically rent-free. George was also very quick to pay for anything that he, or Leah, or especially anything Mary might need. George was very generous with them.

George’s love for Mary was quite evident; he was one of the few people that Leah had not managed to alienate. George had said on more than one occasion, if it were not for Mary, he would have told Leah where to go, and what to do once she got there. His apartment, a three room flat just above the garage, looked like a shrine to Mary Angel Farmer; there were pictures of her from birth on to Junior Year in High School. Her old tricycle still sat in George’s living room.

Mary used to delight in bringing her tricycle in for Uncle George to put it up on the rack so he could work on it. He was broken hearted when she decided she was too old for a tricycle; it sat in his living room ever since that day.

John let himself into the house and greeted his daughter. He smiled, blinking back a couple of tears as an excited Mary sat and waited for Thomas to come pick her up.

“You got money?’ he managed to ask.

“I’ve got five bucks; how much is a football game?” Mary asked.

“Couple of bucks,” John shrugged. “I meant, you got any money to get yourself something to eat?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that!” Mary admitted.

“Here,” John said and slipped her a twenty dollar bill.

“Daddy, I don’t need this much money,” Mary protested.

She knew money was tight in their household.

“You never know, y’all might be going out somewhere after the game,” John said.

“Nun uh, I told him, I have to come home right after the game,” Mary said forcefully.

John fought back the smile; when she looked serious like that, it was actually quite humorous.

“Just have a good time, Sweetheart,” he said.

She gasped, fighting back the excited squeal when there was a knock at the door. John yanked open the door and glared up at the very large youth.

“You behave yourself, boy,” John warned.

“Daddy!” Mary cried out, horrified.

“Yes sir, Mr. Farmer,” Thomas agreed.

John watched through the window as the large boy took his daughter’s hand in his and walked her to his pick up truck. Leah came up beside him and put her arm around his waist.

Thank we’re doing the right thing?” Leah asked softly. “You know, he’s probably a Catholic.”

Mary thought she was going to faint; right in front of that mean Miss Hebert, that nasty woman that was always saying ugly things about her and her parents, Thomas was holding her hand. Let that mean old biddy find something ugly to say about that! She fought the urge to stick her tongue out at Miss Hebert; that wouldn’t be very Christian.

—-

Amber looked up in the stands; Babette said she’d be here tonight. Then after the game, they’d go out to Huvall’s Levee and smoke some killer weed. Babette said it was even better than the shit Fred Morrison sold. But there was no sign of her newest best friend.

Next to Amber , Tiffany and Britney Wertmuller, the blonde wins were showing Jamie Gonzales and Heather Lee some of the cheers. With Peggy and Mindy gone, the two girls were quickly drafted onto the cheerleading squad. Both Jamie and Heather had tried out, but Peggy didn’t like Latin women and Mindy had actually made Heather cry, so those girls didn’t make the squad.

Amber saw that little oddball, Holy Mary, climb up into the bleachers and sit very close to the player’s bench. For a split second, she glared at the girl, and then remembered, with Peggy, Grace, and Mindy out of the picture, she didn’t have any reason to dislike the girl.

Mary was shocked; did Amber Waterson just smile at her?

Chapter 3

The Alexandria Indians soundly defeated the DeGarde Bulldogs, but it wasn’t because of a lack of trying on the part of the Bulldogs.

“We lost, right?” Mary asked.

“Yes, Mary,” Thomas smiled wearily. “We lost, big time.”

“Forty eight to twelve is ‘big time?’ “Mary asked.

“Yes, afraid it is,” Thomas smiled and pulled up in front of her house.

Sitting in the cramped quarters of the pick up truck next to a sweaty smelly Thomas, Mary was in an agitated state. He smelled just like Daddy and Uncle George after a long hot day in the garage. She knew she was going to have to masturbate if she would ever hope to get any sleep that night.

“Um, would you, if I, would it be all right if I kissed you?” Thomas stammered.

Mary got on to her knees on the bench seat and put her arms around his neck. She looked into his blue eyes for a long moment, then closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

She shivered as she felt his large hands come around and touch her waist. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, knowing that boys supposedly liked it when you used your tongue to kiss.

Thomas opened his own mouth and sucked her tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue.

Mary gasped. No wonder boys like it when you did that! It felt so vulgar, so vile, and so sexy.

Sexy.

She was doing something sexy.

With a boy; a man. A man that she loved was head over heels in love with.

Satan must be laughing himself sick watching her. The angels must be crying as they watched her sink into the quicksand, the mien of sinful lust.

She jerked back and looked into his eyes. They were not glowing red, as she’d feared. They were the same beautiful blue eyes as when they started kissing.

“I think I better go,” she whispered.

“Um, hey, um, you think your Mama’s let you, let me take you out, you know, to eat?” Thomas asked.

“I am a horrible sinner,” Mary thought. “I am inviting this lust, bringing it all on myself.”

He looked at her as she contemplated her next answer.

“I mean, would you like to?” he asked.

“Yes, yes I would,” she said aloud, wrinkling her brow in consternation. “I will ask her.”

“Good, I’ll call you tomorrow,” he smiled and opened his truck door.

She smiled up at him as he helped her out of the truck.

“See you tomorrow, I hope,” he smiled and bent nearly in half to kiss her lips softly.

“Good night, thank you for the football game,” she called out as she let herself into the dark house.

—-

“Oh no, she’s home!” Leah fretted. “John, did you hear me?”

“Mm hmm,” he agreed, but did not stop sucking on her pussy lips, trying to locate her clitoris again.

“Stop that!” she hissed, then stifled a shriek and pulled the sheets up to her chin as s timid knock sounded at the door.

“I’m home,” Mary said softly.

“How was it?” John asked in the darkness, voice muffled. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, but we lost big time, forty-eight to twelve,” Mary said. “But it was fun.”

Good, good,” Leah said. “Well, good night.”

“Um, Mama, um, he, Thomas asked if it would be all right if he took me out to dinner tomorrow night?” Mary begged.

“Two nights in a row?” Leah asked, and then grunted as John ‘s teeth lightly nipped at her clitoris.

His fingers were also driving her crazy, twisting and tugging nipples.

“Yes ma’am,” Mary said quietly, head hanging low.

“Well, I suppose it’ll be all right,” Leah conceded.

“Really?” Mary asked, elated.

“Uh huh, good night, please close the door,” Leah grunted again.

Good night,” Mary said and shut the door.

“Are you out of your mind?” Leah hissed as John laughed and came out from under the covers.

“What?” he laughed again as he drove himself to the hilt in her pussy.

“Uh! Oh! You know what!” she grunted, and then held a pillow over her face as she screamed in orgasm.

“Oh, good Lord, yes!” John grunted and shot stream after stream of his seed into his wife’s loins.

“You mean, distracting you while you were trying to give Mary the third degree?” he laughed and pulled Lean on top of him.

“Yes, no, I wasn’t giving her the third degree,” she laughed as he slipped himself inside of her again.

—-

“Babette, I can’t find my panties,” Amber laughed as she tried to get dressed.

“You mean, these?” Babette asked and showed her the thong panties Amber had worn underneath her full Cheerleading briefs.

“Yes, those,” Amber laughed and reached for them.

“They’re mine now,” Babette declared and stuck them back in her pocket.

Aw, come on, bitch,” Amber said and reached for Babette’s pocket.

“No, please, let me have them,” Babette begged and hugged Amber.

“You, really? You want them?” Amber asked as Babette kissed the side of her neck and face.

“Yes,” Babette breathed into Amber’s ear.

No, having Peggy and Mindy out of the way wasn’t a bad thing at all.

—-

Theresa and Jim Kowalski sat on the couch and listened at Thomas described the game, then taking Mary home and kissing her good night.

“This girl must really be something special,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I think she is,” Thomas admitted. “Why? What makes you say that?”

“‘Cause you’re blushing like a little girl,” Jim said, teasing.

“Takes one to know one, bitch,” Thomas shot back.

“Boys, I do wish you would grow up,” Theresa said. “Think you’ll see this girl again?”

“Yeah, if I can,” Thomas admitted. “Her mom’s kind of weird.”

“Whew, well, go take a shower,” Theresa ordered.

“Yeah, in the back yard,” Jim said. “There’s a garden hose you can use.”

“Shut up, ass hole,” Thomas said.

“Boys, boys, that’s enough,” Theresa said.

—-

Mary had barely inserted the tip of the hairbrush into her rectum when she was doubling over from the force of her orgasm.

“Heavens!” she gasped aloud, then clasped her hands over her mouth.

“Heavens!” she whispered to herself.

She lay in the hot water to wet her hair. Before she could lather her hair, a sense of urgency overtook her and she rubbed her hairless pussy to orgasm.

She pulled the plug to let the tepid water out, then realized she’d not shampooed her hair, or soaped her body; spending the entire time masturbating.

Chapter 4

Mary waited for Thomas to call her. As each minute ticked, she grew more desperate, and more anxious.

At ten o’clock, she was sure he would not call and sat on her bed and sobbed. She was a weirdo, an oddball, and an outcast. Thomas most likely came to that conclusion and decided he didn’t want to see her ever again.

Seeing him in school would tear at her heart. Seeing him in the school halls with another girl would surely cause her heart to simply give up, cause it to stop beating altogether.

Leah’s first instinct was to deny the young man any contact with her daughter; thankfully she remembered that Mary had said something last night about Thomas wanting to take her out to eat.

“Please hold on,” she snapped and went down the hall to her daughter’s room.

“Hello?” Mary sniffled.

“Hey, it’s me,” he smiled. “So, did your mother say it was all right?”

“Thomas?” she asked.

“Well, yeah, it’s me, how many boys you got calling you?” he teased.

“None, just you,” she giggled, elated.

“So?” he asked, smiling at her giggle.

“She said yes, I can go and we can get something to eat,” she bubbled.

“Great,” he smiled. “Um, how’s six o’clock sound?”

“That’s perfect,” she agreed, and then waited.

“Well, um, okay, see you at six, okay?” he said.

“Okay,” she agreed and waited.

Mary had very little experience talking on the telephone; she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do.

“Good bye,” Thomas finally said and hung up.

“You big pussy,” Jim taunted from the door of Thomas’ room.

“Shut up,” Thomas threatened.

“‘Oh, is six o’clock all right?'” Jim taunted. “‘It’ll take me forever to find just the right miniskirt to wear.'”

“That’s what you tell your dates, bitch,” Thomas said, lunging at his big brother.

“Oh, we’ll have to skip dessert,” Jim laughed as he ran down the hall, Thomas in hot pursuit. “You know, a minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.”

“Dude, I’m going to kill you,” Thomas laughed as he grabbed Jim.

“Put your brother down,” Theresa ordered as she carried the linen in from the laundry room.

“You heard her, you big sissy,” Jim laughed as Thomas squeezed him in his massive arms. “Put me down.”

“Don’t hurt him,” Theresa warned.

“”As if he could,” Jim laughed as Thomas dumped hen on the floor.

“So, where are you taking her?” Jim asked as Thomas pulled him back to his feet.

“Delphy’s I guess,” Thomas shrugged his shoulders.

“Good, good,” Jim agreed. “But you got to get dessert at Clark’s.”

“That drive-in?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah, these little waitresses skate out to your car in these little short shorts, Dude!” Jim said. “They are freaking hot!”

“How’s the dessert?” Thomas asked.

“Who gives a shit?” Jim laughed.

“True, true,” Thomas agreed, then punched his brother, just because he could.

—-

Leah decided she would drive down to the garage, surprise John, maybe splurge a little and get a lunch at Delphy’s. She actually smiled as she got into her car, a sight that made Miss Hebert do a double take.

But George just shrugged his shoulders.

“Went to lunch about five minutes ago,” he said.

“Where?” Leah snapped.

“Beats the hell out of me,” George snapped back.

Leah circled the block a couple of times; there weren’t any restaurants around. Then she saw him walking toward the Methodist Church. Her blood ran cold when she also saw Claire Duson.

Claire Duson was a drunkard and a trollop, according to Reverend Zechariah Smith. She had lost her husband and lost custody of her children because of her sinful ways. What was John doing talking with the hussy, laughing and smiling?

She parked the car around the corner and prayed for strength and guidance. Then she got out of the car and strode purposefully toward the small church.

Entering the lobby, she looked around but there was no sign of John or Claire. Then she heard the murmur of voices.

“Okay, so the topic is ‘Honesty’ and since there ain’t a whole hell of a lot of us, why don’t we just go around the room here?” Leah heard a male voice say.

“Um, hi, my name is John and I’m an alcoholic,” Leah heard her husband’s voice say and heard murmurs of greeting.

“Um, I really don’t know anything about this honesty stuff,” john admitted. “I mean, I been coming to these meetings now for a month, ever since my little girl’s birthday and I still haven’t told my wife or my brother about it.”

Leah realized that it had been a while since she could remember John coming home staggering drunk, or passing out on the couch.

“I mean, I look into Leah’s beautiful eyes and I want to tell her, want her to be proud of me, but I just can’t, I’m so afraid I’ll jinx it, jinx my sobriety,” John went on.

Leah smiled; the first night they’d met, John had commented on her beautiful hazel eyes. All the other boys were so busy looking at her thirty-eight Double D breasts, made all the more obvious by the tube top she’d borrowed from her cousin Sandy, but John had looked into her eyes.

She had let Sandy talk her into defying her overbearing mother and giggling, the two eighteen year olds had put on some short skirts and skimpy tube tops and laid the make up on thick.

In Sandy’s step-mom’s car, they drove out to the McDonald’s, the local hangout in DeGarde. There was talk of a shopping mall coming to DeGarde, but that was years away. So, anyone who was anyone, or wanted to be seen, parked on the asphalt parking lot and roamed from car to car.

George Farmer, a twenty three year old blond muscle boy, had instantly smote Sandy but Leah found the quiet, shy John much more to her liking. She smiled as he asked her if she’d like chocolate malt, or maybe they could split some French fries.

Moments later, her new French cut panties lay on the floorboard of Sandy’s step mom’s car and John pumped in and out of her wet pussy. She was torn between the wonderful feelings inside of her, and the knowledge that what they were doing was sinful, shameful.

Leah’s mother forbade her seeing John Farmer’ he was a Catholic. Even when John began attending their church, her mother still forbade any contact between the two eighteen year olds.

When a tearful Leah confessed that she was pregnant with John’s child, Leah was thrown out of her mother’s home. John immediately stepped up and married Leah.

Bitterness and resentment and isolation built up every day since them; when her mother died without forgiving her only child, Leah plunged all the further into her religion for solace.

“They um, they probably suspect something’s up,” John continued. “I mean, it’s been about a month since George had to pull me out from under a customer’s car all passed out and I haven’t had a fight with the spark plug display in a while.”

There was laughter; Leah remembered her husband’s wry sense of humor.

“And Leah hasn’t had to yank me off the couch and Mary hadn’t had to pretend that I’m not feeling well, but I just can’t seem to say it out loud, you know? I just can’t seem to say to them ‘Hey, I’m sober now,'” John admitted. “But I can tell you this, I’m honestly grateful that there was another alcoholic on the phone the day after Mary’s birthday; God I made a complete ass out of myself! But there was this alcoholic and he talked with me and I was able to be honest with him and say ‘I’m an alcoholic.'”

Leah turned and left the church building. She drove down to the local Goodwill store, where she did most of her clothes shopping. The clerk looked at her a little funny; what Leah had put on the counter was not her normal purchase, then shrugged and smiled at the familiar customer.

—-

Mary fidgeted; Mama was in the bathroom and taking a long time. Mary had gone through all of her clothes; her nicest dresses were the black ones, the dresses she wore for church, but they didn’t seem appropriate for a date. Finally she selected a pale pink dress.

Looking around furtively, she pulled the pair of pantyhose out; Mama would not approve of her wearing these on a date, but Mary loved them. They made her feel feminine, sexy. She pulled them up and realized, with a bit of shock, that her pussy was wet. Soaked. She’d been thinking of nothing but Thomas all day long.

She put on her nicest bra, pulled on her full slip, and then pulled the pink dress on. She grabbed her hairbrush and blushed, remembering where the brush had been earlier that afternoon.

Leah pulled a robe on and smiled guiltily in the bathroom mirror. She decided she would leave her hair loose.

She searched around in the bathroom cabinet and found the blades for John’s razor. She had not realized just how long it had been since she’d shaved her legs or underarms, but it had obviously been a while as she had dulled the blade by the time she finished.

Mary sighed with relief; the bathroom door finally opened.

—-

John smiled to himself as he trudged home; there was an extra twenty-five in his pay envelope. George might not know he was sober, but George had noticed that the quality of his work and the speed of his work had picked up quite a bit.

“Yeah, I know I kind of jerked you out of any commission on that Toyota,” George admitted.

“It’s your garage,” John smiled.

“Yeah, but let me tell you,” George smiled. “Damn, that Lilly was a freak!”

“Which one was that?” John smiled. “The tall blonde, or the short red head?”

The blonde,” George smiled. “Don’t want to get pregnant so…”

“So wear a condom,” John shrugged.

“Not reliable enough, she says,” George smiled.

“So, you got a blow job?” John asked.

“No, man,” George leaned close, even though it was just the two of them in the office. “Tells me to stick it up her ass.”

“Shut up!” John laughed. “Man, you’re making that up!”

“If I’m lying I’m dying,” George raised his right hand in solemn oath.

“Maybe take Leah out,” John mused aloud. “Delphy’s, or maybe Radcliffe’s.”

No, not Radcliffe’s. That was where he had made such a horse’s ass out of himself, his last drunken night.

Chapter 5

Thomas pulled up to the small house and got out. Some old woman was watching him with a good deal of interest; he fought the urge to give her the finger. He knew he was big, hated being big. It was one thing when children stared, but an adult should know better.

John was a little puzzled; Leah was wearing a bathrobe in the afternoon; a highly unusual occurrence. But he couldn’t deny; he liked the smiles and blushes she kept shooting him. He also liked the look of her long hair being worn loose.

“He here,” Mary gasped when a knock sounded at the door.

“Good evening, Mr. Farmer,” Thomas said nervously.

“Evening,” John said, no smile crossing his lips. “Where you taking her?”

“Um, out to Delphy’s, then probably to Clark’s, my brother says they got really good banana splits,” Thomas said.

“What time you bringing her home?” John asked, trying to sound gruff.

“Um, about ten thirty; I got church in the morning,” Thomas said.

“Okay, no later than eleven,” John said.

“Yes sir,” Thomas agreed.

—-

Mary again wanted to stick her tongue out at Miss Hebert but contented herself with a smug little smile as the old bat looked on. Thomas held her hand; she smiled happily as he did so.

Lilly instantly recognized the little snot; that really hot guy had pictures of the girl everywhere you looked. She put on her best ‘waitress’ smile though and seated the girl and her date.

She didn’t miss the adoring glances the girl kept giving the young man when she thought the young man wasn’t looking. She smirked to herself; bet George would be none too happy to see the apple of his eye acting like a moonstruck cow. She also saw the young man having to readjust his manhood a couple of times.

“My Daddy says I should order steak and lobster,” Mary giggled to Lilly.

“Do what?” Thomas asked, mouth open in surprise.

“Yeah, he says I should make you shell out the big bucks,” Mary laughed, a genuine bubble of happiness welling up in her.

“Well, Honey, I hate to tell you, but we ain’t got no steak and lobster on the menu tonight,” Lilly smiled.

“Thank God,” Thomas grumbled, then smiled as Mary stuck her tongue out at him.

“But we do have a really good hamburger steak; it comes with mushroom gravy,” Lilly offered.

“Yeah, I had that, it is really good,” Thomas offered.

“For my birthday, my Uncle George took us all out to eat at Radcliffe’s,” Mary told him. “They had this really great salad; it was the best salad I’ve ever had.”

“That was the Caesar salad,” Thomas said.

“How you know?” Mary demanded. “You weren’t there.”

“No, but the Caesar’s salad comes with all their meals,” Thomas smiled.

“Oh,” Mary said, embarrassed for not knowing that.

Thomas kicked himself; he could tell he had embarrassed Mary.

—-

John counted to one hundred, shook his head in wonder at his wife’s weird behavior, and walked down the hallway to their bedroom.

“One hundred, ready or not, here I come,” he called out and pushed open the bedroom door.

Stretched out on their bed was the eighteen-year-old Leah Arcenot he’d seen that night on the parking lot of McDonald’s. She had on a skimpy tube top, which barely contained her large breasts, and a skirt that was far too short for her long legs.

“Oh, my goodness,” John groaned as he felt his cock swell in anticipation.

His seed flooded his boxer shorts as she smiled and raised the hem of the skirt to show him that she wore no panties, her pussy wet with anticipation.

—-

“Far fucking out!” Jack Rogers loudly yelled, causing many of the patrons to look over at the loud, vulgar youth.

“Dude,” Thomas said through gritted teeth. “Watch the mouth, huh?”

“What the fuck you doing here?” Jack laughed and tried to sit down next to Thomas.

Mary cringed at the vulgar, hateful words. She saw Britney, or Tiffany Wertmuller, looking equally embarrassed at Jack’s behavior. She had known the twins for three years now, but still couldn’t tell which was which.

“Dude, we’re out on a date, all right?” Thomas hissed

“Sir, don’t make me get the manager,” Lilly warned.

“No shit? You and Holy Mary?” Jack laughed and got to his feet. “Aw, fuck you, cunt, go get your fucking manager; I’ll tell him to suck my dick.”

Lilly turned and stormed to the kitchen.

“Jack, let’s go,” Britney whispered.

“No, fuck that,” Jack sneered and found an empty booth.

“Do me a favor,” Mary finally whispered to Thomas as they watched the manager, a burly man in his fifties, physically escort Jack to the door.

“What’s that?” Thomas asked, still embarrassed at his friend’s behavior.

“Promise me we’ll never double-date with him,” Mary asked.

“Baby, you got it,” Thomas smiled.

He called her ‘Baby.’ Mary felt light-headed. He called her ‘Baby.’

Lilly watched the two teenagers as they left the diner, both smiling and holding hands. Her eyes opened wide at the ten-dollar tip Thomas left her.

She turned on her heel and went into the kitchen. The manager was busy helping the new short-order cook so she picked up the telephone and punched out the number.

“Hello?” George answered.

“Hey, good looking, what’cha doing?” Lilly asked.

“Nothing much,” he smiled.

“Want to do something after I get out of here?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, I was thinking I might hook up with this hot little waitress instead, you know?” he smiled.

“Ooh, that’s sounds like fun,” she laughed. “She cuter than me?”

“Don’t know, who’s this?” he teased.

“Oh, you bastard!” she laughed and hung up.

George finished his can of beer then began stripping the sheets off the bed. They were still stained from last night’s escapade.

—-

John lapped and sucked hungrily at his wife’s swollen pussy lips while she grunted and slobbered all over his cock. He liked this ‘sixty nine’ position and if her verbal encouragements were any indication, Leah liked it too.

:OH! No, John, stop that, that’s nasty,” she screamed as he wormed a finger into her rectum.

“Maybe I’ll put something else there,” he joked.

“Uh!” Leah grunted in orgasm. “Uh! No! That’s disgusting!”

John laughed; she might be protesting, but she also reached behind to spread her ass cheeks even wider for his digital assault.

“Oh, put another finger in,” she begged as he resumed his oral assault on her pussy.

—-

“Um, my brother said we have to go to Clark’s, to get like a banana split, or a hot fudge sundae, but I’m not all that hungry,” Thomas said hesitantly.

If he were out on a date with Grace, he knew what they’d do. He’d take her to Delphy’s and listen to her complain about the place, the service, the food. Then he’d take her to Peggy’s so she could buy a couple of joints from Fred, then they’d go out to Huvall’s Levee where she’d smoke a joint, then let him face fuck her, then he’d take her home.

“Me neither,” Mary agreed.

“Um, what you want to do?” Thomas asked.

“Do you know where Huvall’s Levee is?” Mary asked.

“Um, yeah,” Thomas agreed.

Mary slid over closer to him and innocently put her hand on his thigh.

“I um, I kind of liked it when we were kissing last night,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” he smiled and turned left onto Highway 19. “I um, I kind of liked it too. You’re a great kisser.”

“I am?” Mary gasped.

‘Sin comes too naturally for me,’ she thought.

Thomas saw Jack’s car, saw that it was rocking slightly, and decided to go down a little further before parking.

Chapter 6

“Let me go,” Leah playfully complained.

“Go, ain’t stopping you,” John smiled, and then pulled her back into the bed before she could reach the door.

“Come on John!” she laughed. “I got to pee!”

“Fine, fine,” he said and let her go. “Hurry up, I got to pee too.”

She swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion and he gave her a wolf whistle.

“Yeah?” she smiled over her shoulder. “Like what you see?”

“Yeah, hurry up, woman,” he smiled.

A few moments later, he heard the toilet flush and Leah came back into the bedroom. She literally skipped as she returned to the bed.

“You still have the most beautiful eyes,” he said as he cupped her face in his hands, then kissed her.

“John, I still love you just as much as I did that very first day I saw you,” she confessed, hen straddled his erection and lowered her wet pussy onto it.

“Hey, I got to pee,” he complained.

“Can’t pee when it’s sticking straight up, can you?” she smiled and began to clench and unclench her vaginal muscles.

—-

Mary looked deeply into his eyes for a long moment. His kisses took her breath away and the way his hands softly touched her flesh was driving her mad with lust.

“That’s what it’s called,” she thought. “‘Mad with lust.'”

His large hands stroked up and down her back, and even though she wore her dress and a full slip and a bra, it felt as though his fingers were touching her bare flesh.

“Ooh!” she moaned; just the thought of baring her body for him excited her beyond reason.

“Here,” she said and grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her breast. “Squeeze it, please.”

“Harder,” she begged as he lovingly cradled her beautiful breast.

“Harder,” she moaned.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he quavered.

“It’s the price I must pay,” she whispered, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead.

“‘For the wages of sin is death,'” she quoted under her breath.

It wasn’t working. Even though the pain was strong, she still wanted to fornicate, to take his manhood into her overheated flesh. If anything, the pain was exciting her even more.

“Stop,” she groaned and he released his grip on her breasts.

“Thomas,” she whispered and sucked a few more kisses from him. “Oh, Thomas.”

She pulled away from him and looked again into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Thomas, I cannot ask you, I cannot let you pleasure me, but please let me pleasure you,” she begged.

It would not be right for her to drag him down to Hell with her, but it would not be right to leave him in a state of physical discomfort.

“And as Reverend Smith said, ‘It doesn’t matter if your one inch or a hundred miles in Hell, you’re still in Hell.’

Thomas grimaced as Mary unzipped his jeans and reached her small hand in,

:OH my goodness,” she gasped as she pulled out a very large penis. “Thomas, is it supposed to be that big?”

“It’s that big because of you,” he groaned.

She had no experience, and had shut out as much of the horrible conversations she’d accidentally overheard about performing oral sex, but decided that if she were doing it wrong, Thomas would tell her.

Her lips felt like they would split open and her jaws ached from stretching so wide to accommodate his manhood, but that was the price she would pay, pain for sin.

He groaned as she worked him all the way down her throat, and then slowly raised her head out of his lap. Her small hands fumbled with his large testicles; she remembered hearing Amber saying boys liked that a lot.

“I am such a sinful whore,” she thought to herself. “This is supposed to be quenching my desire to fornicate, but I want it more and more.”

“Uh! Oh! Damn, Mary, I’m going to…” Thomas warned.

Mary sucked hard on the tip of his cock and felt her insides go weak as he began to spurt heavily into her mouth.

“Yes, yes,” she thought. “Give me your seed. If I am to suffer the torments of Hell, I shall make sure I enjoy myself before I go.”

Chapter 7

Lilly smiled as she saw George’s pick up truck sitting in the parking lot. She pretended not to see it, though as she walked to the street.

“Hey,” she heard his voice call out.

“Me?” she asked. “You talking to me?”

“Yeah, you, I’m talking to you,” he smiled.

“Well, my mommy told me not to talk to no strangers,” Lilly said with a sassy smile.

“She say anything about fucking strangers?” George asked.

Nooo,” Lilly said in a little girl voice. “You think that’d be all right?”

“I think it’d be all right,” George smiled widely and popped the lock of the passenger door.

“Your roommate expecting you?” he asked.

“Theresa?” Lilly asked. “Yeah, but she’ll be all right if I’m a few minutes late.”

“I um, I was kind of thinking you might spend the night,” George said as he pulled up in front of his garage.

“Oh war you now?” Lilly laughed.

“Yeah,” George said.

“Well, then let me call her and let her know,” lily said and pulled her cell phone out of her purse.

“Wait,” George hissed in her ear. “Call her while I got my dick up your ass.”

“Oh, you freaky mother fucker!” Lilly laughed and walked up the stairs to his apartment.

—-

Leah pulled the tube top off, then unzipped the short skirt and let it fall to the floor. She pulled on her customary flannel nightgown and looked in the mirror of the dresser.

“”What would you thick if I were to sleep nude?” she teasingly suggested to her husband.

“I would think you would get very little sleep,” he smiled.

“Then I believe it best I leave this on tonight,” she smiled and joined him in bed. “I am quite sore, Mr. Farmer.”

“Well, now, Mrs. Farmer, want me to kiss it and make it all better?” he asked.

“No, I’m not going to fall for that trick,” she laughed.

—-

Jim was right; Clark’s had some very cute waitresses and their shorts left very little to the imagination. The snug tops were also easy on the eyes.

“Once, my uncle George took me to Lafayette,” Mary said. “He got me a butterscotch sundae and it was the best thing I ever had!”

“Want a butterscotch Sundae?” Thomas asked her.

“Please,” Mary asked.

“Anything you want,” he assured her

“Thomas,” she said quietly and he looked at her.

She hung her head, not looking at him.

“You don’t have to be nice to me,” she whispered, the tears beginning to fall.

“But I want to be nice to you,” he assured her.

“No, Thomas, I’m a whore,” she said.

No, you are not,” he protested and pulled her to him (not a very hard thing to do; he outweighed her by more than two hundred pounds.”

“Yes I am,” she sobbed against his chest. “I put your manhood in my mouth and I liked it.”

“Let me ask you something,” he asked her and kissed the top of her head.

“Yes, Thomas?” she sobbed.

“Would you put just anyone’s manhood in your mouth, or did you do it because it was my manhood?” he asked her.

Her choice of words would have made him smile if she had not been crying.

“No, Thomas!” she cried out. “I did it because it’s your manhood; because I love you. I am in love with you!”

“Then I must really be stupid, ’cause I can’t see how that makes you a whore,” he said.

“Hi! Welcome to Clark’s!” the bubbly little red head gushed as she skidded to a stop next to Thomas’ window.

“Hey, give my girlfriend a butterscotch sundae and I want a hot fudge sundae,” Thomas smiled.

“I’m your girlfriend?” Mary asked.

“Yes, Baby, you’re my girlfriend, unless you don’t want to be my girlfriend,” Thomas smiled.

“I do want to be your girlfriend,” Mary said happily.

“Large or small?” Theresa asked.

“Think you can eat a large?” Thomas asked Mary.

“After dinner and…” she blushed hotly. “Better make mine a small.”

“Small butterscotch, large hot fudge,” Thomas smiled.

He watched admiringly as the little redhead’s bubble butt swished and swayed in the shorts. He’d not missed the fact that she wore no bra underneath the snug white tee shirt that had ‘Clark’s Drive-In’ emblazoned across the front.

“Sinful, just sinful,” Mary thought as she watched the wanton display of flesh.

“And who are you to judge?” a small voice asked her and she gasped, realizing that she had no right to judge the other girl. She too had indulged in the sins of the flesh.

She looked at the lump in Thomas’ jeans and fought the urge to touch it. She also fought the urge to touch herself.

“My Heavens,” she thought. “There sure are a lot of temptations, aren’t there?”

The End of ‘Oddball 02.’