Hope Springs Eternal
Chapter 3
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Chapter Three
As he watched Joanne getting
off the bus, Staten Perry smiled. She had a nice little ass. He almost hadn’t
approached her, but now he was glad he did. She was younger than he first
thought. If she fixed herself up a little, she’d be very nice looking. Staten
was confident he had Joanne hooked. Now it was just a matter of reeling her in.
She’d make a nice addition to his little flock of True Believers.
Staten Perry had lived off
women for most of his adult life. His good looks and natural bullshit line paid
off for many years. Back then, Staten was looking for that one big score. He
preyed on rich older widows in affluent parts of the country. On several
occasions, he managed to score thousands in cash and expensive gifts. However, luck
was never fully on his side. Part of it was his fault. Sometimes he’d pressed
his suit too soon and made the bitch suspicious. Sometimes an old babe had kids
waiting for her to kick the bucket and they weren’t about to let some gigolo
horn in. Then there were the times when he couldn’t keep away from the young
pussy. Staten remembered one occasion when some old cow caught him with her
granddaughter. Damn, that was one hell of a mess. She came into the room with a
gun, intent on shooting his balls off. Unfortunately
for the granddaughter, her head bobbed up off his cock just as the old lady
pulled the trigger. The granddaughter wound up a vegetable and old Miss
Moneybags eventually committed suicide over the affair.
Then there was the grand finale.
Staten ran across a very rich fat old babe. By now, Staten had learned a few
things the hard way and vowed not to make the same mistakes again. This time, luck
seemed to be on his side too. This old chick didn’t have any kids waiting in
the wings. From the looks of the place she lived in, Staten figured she was
worth a bundle. Now this old babe was something else! She couldn’t get enough.
She wanted it morning,
and night. She turned Staten on to a little lightweight S&M. Before he
fucked her, she always wanted him to spank her big fat ass. It wasn’t long
before Staten found himself enjoying getting her bent over his knees, pulling
her panties down and giving her big butt a good going over. From that point on,
he was hooked on bare bottom spanking.
Staten managed to reel the
fat old babe in. They got married. Too late, he realized she wasn’t likely to
croak any time in the near future and she kept Staten on a tight leash. His
cock was her private property now and she wanted it in her pussy or up her fat
ass every day. Several months went by and Staten knew things couldn’t go on as
they were. That’s when he decided to help his fat old wife along to that big
bedroom in the sky. His plan for the perfect murder was far from perfect. The
old bitch survived his clumsy attempt to poison her and Staten’s ass was in a
sling. He ducked out on the situation in the middle of the night and had to
keep a very low profile for several years.
As Staten got older, he
changed his mode of operation. He decided it was less risky to get a little
money from lots of women, rather than to try for the big score. He liked the
variety too. He saw a couple of documentaries about cult leaders like Jim Jones
and Jeff Lundgrin. He thought hell, there’s thousands of sheep out there just
looking for someone to follow, and they need someone to give meaning to their
meaningless lives. What are people the most fanatical about?
Religion was the answer and there was lots of money in religion. Look at the
Catholic Church. The Mormons own most of
Graham, Pat Robertson and dozens of other bozos just like them. That night,
Reverend Staten Perry was born and like a gift from God, the idea of the True
Believers came to him.
Staten didn’t try to get his
Godless heathens. Their God was money and they weren’t about to let go of any
of it. No, you started something like Staten had in mind in a poor area.
Staten’s idea was to cultivate a group of devout followers, primarily unattached
women and single moms, there was always a good chance to get some young pussy
that way. Bottom line, you had access to lots of pussy and a steady income.
There was no work involved and the risk was low. It wasn’t the big score Staten
always dreamed of, but it was a damned good life.
Not too long after Staten got
his little store front assembly hall going in Bentlyville, he happened to meet Ted
Weston. Ted was very strange, but he could spread the bullshit. He told Staten
that he was saving money to go to medical school. Ted was smart, but Staten
doubted if he’d ever done more than take a few classes at the community
college. Ted became Brother Ted and Staten’s partner. He spelled Staten off on
leading services and helped reel in new converts.
Ted was as kinky as they
came. He was living with a chick in a little house on the outskirts of
Bentlyville. After a while, Staten discovered that the chick was Ted’s first
cousin, Tracy and she had quite a history. Just after she graduated from high
school, she’d run off out west to live with a man who was old enough to be her
father. That man was Scott Parker and he had quite a reputation around here. At
one time, he managed the local Mc Donalds and was supposed to have been
screwing half the teenage chicks in town. After she ran off,
Apparently, Ted and Tracy had
a thing going from the time they were kids. Ted told Staten that a few months
after
her out west. He got her away from Scott Parker and brought her back to
Bentlyville.
Tracy Weston was sitting in
her cluttered living room reading a magazine. There were times when she wished
she’d stayed out in
years since she’d been back in Bentlyville, things had gone
from bad to worse. Ted had always been a little crazy and he was getting
worse. He had a terrible temper and sometimes he was down right mean.
but she knew it was no use to ask. Her dad would say no. He still wasn’t over
her running off to live with Scott Parker and he hated Ted. He said
hypocrite he was.
with her from the time she was just a kid, not to mention his screwing Mary
Parker and her daughter Samantha.
She thought oh shit the time had gotten away from her. She was supposed to
straighten up the house. Ted was going to be pissed.
up. The minute Ted came in the door he started yelling, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
your fat ass the whole time I’ve been gone! You haven’t done a fucking thing!”
weight and it all seemed to go right to her butt and thighs. She was sensitive
about that and every time Ted got pissed, he threw it up to her.
group gets here Ted. There’s time, just calm down.”
Ted practically screamed,
“Calm down she says! Calm down! How can I fucking calm down? Here I am, trying
to be a minister, studying to go to medical school and I have to put up with a
lazy bitch like you hanging around all the time! What would you do if I threw
your fat ass out?”
“You wouldn’t do that, would
you Ted?”
“I’ll tell you what I’m going
to do! You haven’t had a good ass beating in a long time and you deserve one
now!”
fast. Just give me a chance, you’ll see.”
“I know what I’m going to
see! I’m going to see your bare ass across my knees and I don’t want any
argument from you!” Ted left the room and came back in a few moments carrying a
thin wooden paddle. “This is what I use on the little girls in my study group
when they don’t pay attention. They say it stings like fire.” Ted sat down on
the couch and
going to be.”
As she came to the couch,
worse than a little kid. Get those jeans and panties
pulled down now!
hips and thighs to her knees. Then she slid her panties down. Ted patted his
lap and said, “OK Tracy, don’t make me wait any longer.”
butt a couple of light taps with the paddle. “You’ve got a lot more padding
here than you used to have. I think it’s going to take a little more effort to
make a good impression.”
Without warning, Ted brought
the paddle swishing down into the center of
brought the paddle down onto
butt cheeks, the same resounding CRACK was elicited, along with a loud cry from
butt frantically. Ted screamed, “You better hold that fat ass still or I’ll
keep on beating it till you do!” When Ted finished spanking her, Tracy was
sobbing and her butt was on fire.
Spanking
hand over
while Ted continued to massage it. He slipped a finger into the deep cleft
between
asshole.
probing finger and it slipped inside. Soon, Ted was rotating and shoving his
finger all the way into
hot ass. He said, “I knew that spanking would get you turned on and I think we
have time for something else that you like too. Get into the bedroom. I’m going
to fuck you in the ass. My big hard cock is going to be a lot more satisfying
for you than this little finger.”