It seems my step Grandma Jolene's church committee was upsetting a number of people.
James Roy Lakeside, a backwoods cousin of ours, found me in town a couple weeks ago. He had sixty acres and three double wide trailers hitched up and set far back from any human eyes. Twenty years ago, he and his family switched from corn to marijuana, but kept the dumb hillbilly getup to keep the Feds off his ass. In the '80's, weed was hard to get, so James Roy was an important guy to know. He was connected to the Vice community as well, such as it was. And this was why he had come to find me.
"Jolene and her crazy ass bitch committee are startin' to get people to think about killin' people, Jake. Something's got to be done."
"What? Bullshit, I've seen those women! They're Grandmas and Aunties. What the hell could they do?"
"Screaming and yappin' about corruption. Look Jake, you gotta believe me. As far as crime goes, we got a pretty clean county. There's a couple secret whorehouses, some stills, and three other guys like me, but nothing evil, really. Nothing Scorcese at all. Everyone knows each other, everyones gets along. No outside syndicates, no mafia. But if they keep pushing, my folks gonna push back. And that means killin', and that'll set off a whole back and forth of killin'. You know what people are like."
"Okay, I get you. What needs to happen?"
"Depends, I got a couple ideas bouncing about, a little high tech surveillance equipment I use on my crops, buy me a beer and lets talk."
We talked, we plotted, we planned and we confirmed. James Ray was a devious son-of-a-bitch, his stained overalls and mullet notwithstanding. We got everything we needed set up, though hiding the clunky cameras was a challenge. When Grandma Jolene's Bible committee showed up the next Wednesday, our trap was set and ready to be sprung.
Three of the committee were there, the fourth had retired due to sciatica and elephantitus of the left pinkie finger. There was Mrs. Rhonda Garrity, a chubby blonde with an ass that was almost cartoonishly wide. Miss Helga Cratchkiss, a tall slender woman with piercing eyes and high cheekbones. Mrs. Vernina Johnson looked ten years younger than her actual sixty years, and was the Co-Chair for the local NAACP. She was only a couple inches shorter than the willowy Cratchkiss, and had a curvy well rounded figure with a sensuous mouth. Mrs. Johnson has a number of wigs. Today she was wearing a black short haired wig with bangs cut Louise Brooks style in the front. Jolene was still the overall prettiest of the group. She had the curves, the eyes, and a need to be fucked well and hard. And you know, I had a feeling about her friends as well.
James Ray and I spiked their food, of course. Jolene always put on a spread for her friends, and after another cousin stole their hospital records, an appropriate and safe opiate was introduced into their chamomile teas and apricot tarts. We wanted them compromised, not dead. Slowly, the drug seeped into their consciousness. They began to be looser in their talk. When Cratchkiss told a joke that was almost dirty, Mrs. Johnson let out with a loud wicked laugh I had never heard from her before. Rhonda then complained about her lazy husband, and blamed his laziness as a lack of 'Biblical duty' a few times. Since she wiggled her fat ass every time she said "Biblical Duty", I assumed she meant sex. The ladies all despaired with her. I noticed Cratchkiss staring at Jolene, in particularly at Jolene's chest. Jolene was almost grinning, and had unbuttoned her top two entire buttons! The drug was working!
I had walked through a couple times, decently dressed. Early on in my seduction of Jolene, I had walked into one of their meetings with nothing but a towel around my waist. Since then, the ladies all tended to stare at . . . not my face. They did more so today, falling into silence as soon as I left. Soon they all traipsed into the kitchen to pretend to clean up. As soon as all four of them entered, I pressed a switch and another cousin's jackhammer under the floor boards turned on, feeling like an earthquake in the kitchen above, causing the ladies to squeal and scream! Another switch pushed over specially rigged jars of grape juice on the counters, which burst apart and soaked the women with grape juice and grape preserves! They squealed again, in shock and amazement, dripping with grape juice, their outfits permanantly stained. Jolene leaped into action and handed kitchen towels to each of the ladies, apologizing profusely. I hurried into the kitchen with a scared look on my face.
"Grandma! Ladies! Are you okay?!" I stifled a laugh, as they looked a bit like wet chickens, their church clothes clinging to their skin and hanging down in a manner they were never meant to. "Come on, let's get you to a room and into something dry." The women were actually smiling more than frowning though, despite the scare and the staining. The situation was innocent and ridiculous, so, why not just laugh at, the drug in their bellies and brains told them. As I put each one in a different guest room, and pointed out where alternate clothes were, I saved Jolene for last. She was holding my arm tightly, unconsciously gripping and stoking my shoulders. When I got her behind the closed door of her bedroom, I ripped her moist, stained blouse from her body and threw it to the floor.
"Oh God and Jesus, yes please, Jake! Take me!" I kissed her her roughly, and then softened a bit as we french kissed and rubbed bodies like prom dates for a few seconds. I then pulled away from her.
"I need to see to our guests. You wait here for me."
"No. I need your manhood." The word tumbled out of her mouth almost accidentally, like she had no editor at all. "Please, let me taste it, please....", Jolene kissed me softly up and down my neck, warming my entire body as her hands traveled down to my crotch. She unzipped my fly and had my cock out in record time, and before I could protest she dropped to her knees and took my hard cock right into her mouth. She had both hands on my shaft and was eye-closed and blissed out as she sucked on my cock vigorously, slurping and gasping at her own desperate need to fill her mouth with warm flesh. I grabbed her hair, and pushed her hands away.
"Look at me. Look up at me." I ordered her.
Her shining green eyes moved to mine, and I started to slowly fuck her mouth. Not like a thug with no respect for himself or others, but like a damn man, feeling her sweet mouth hug and envelope my entire head and shaft. Back and forth I rocked my hips in front of her face, watching my cock slide past her soft red lips.
"Now Jolene, here's what you are going do, take off your clothes and . . . don't stop sucking my cock. . . that's better. You are going to take off all your clothes, and lie on the bed. You may play with your pussy, but you are not allowed to have an orgasm until I return. Do you understand?" The feeling of her head nodding while my cock was in her mouth was a delight. I pulled out of her mouth and stood her up, gave her a kiss and left her bedroom closing the door behind me.
I went to Rhonda's room first, and walked right in without a knock. Rhonda wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, so I thought a direct approach would work the best. As I came in she was in the middle of trying to put on the dress I had left in there, but failing as it was two sizes to small. She was facing away from me, wearing nothing but white granny panties and a white bra, both stained with grape juice. Her ass was wide as a truck, but kept that curve which would make any ass man's dick hard instantly. She turned as I entered, the too small dress in her hand, squeaked a surprised little noise. Then as she tried to cover herself she stumbled forward into my arms. She looked up at me, and then giggled.
"I am almost naked. You should not have barged in here." She made no attempt to leave my arms, but kept pressing herself next to me.
"I. . .I have to tell you, Miss Rhonda...I barged in like that on purpose. I wanted to see you, to be with you, to hold you. . . " I laid it on thick, after all this woman read Harlequin Romances and was higher than Sears Tower. I clasped her tightly to me and looked deep into her eyes. "Please Miss Rhonda, while everyone else is busy, while they're all away. . . can I . . . can I . . ." Her face was upturned to me, mouth open eyes wide, so I went in for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, pushing me back all the way to the wall. It was all I could do to just hold on.
