Chapter 1

The Alaska Airlines jet had just taken off from Seattle en route to Juneau, Alaska where I’d meet up with my cousin Pauly for a week long fishing trip in a remote Alaskan fishing village celebrating my big 5-0 birthday.

The jet was at cruising altitude of 37,000 feet when my mind drifted back to 1969 and the great times Pauly and I shared together our senior year at Panhandle High before we went our separate ways in the fall of 1970. And, now after thirty-two years we’d be reuniting, reliving those olden days from yesteryear while our wives of twenty-seven years, took the kids and grandkids to Disney World for a week of fun in the sun.

The year 1969 may have been a year of crisis and turmoil within the USA with the civil rights movement, the Vietnam War continuing to escalate, the Gay-Lesbian movement kicking into high gear, not to mention the anti-war protests on virtually every college campus across American. But, not even Neil Armstrong walking on the moon fazed the folks in the town of Panhandle. Nothing really mattered to the hometown folks except harvesting the wheat and corn, cutting and baling hay, getting cattle to market, harvesting a whitetail buck for a supply of winter’s meat, and last but not least, packing Panhandle High School’s Red Panther Stadium like sardines on Friday nights during the football season.

Well, I guess I should rephrase that just a bit, the beginning of the gay rights movement with the Stonewall riots on June 28th did raise an eyebrow or two in the small Southern redneck town of Panhandle located smack dab in the middle of the Bible Belt.

It was the morning after my 18th birthday, July 4, 1969 to be exact, and the riots over gay rights in New York’s Greenwich Village had continued for past six nights, launching sexual liberation out of the Dark Ages and into the 20th Century.

My cousin Pauly had stayed over for the night since we’d be taking Carla and Helen to the lake today for Panhandle’s all-day Fourth of July celebration.

We were eating breakfast with Mom and Dad when Dad spoke out, “I see those queers are still at it up in New York. Serves those Yankees right, letting those queers get out of hand. I hear tell yesterday down at the feed store both the Adams and Jones boys are a couple of them damn queers.”

Mom quickly interrupted Dad, “Ted enough of this talk at the table! Buddy and Pauly don’t need to be hearin’ about the unchristian like behavior of the Adams and Jones boys!”

Dad replied, “Like hell they don’t! Buddy’s 18 now and Pauly’s 19, both are old enough to understand you keep queers away from your tally whackers. Now Betsy, don’t interrupt me again!

“Ol’ Chief Martin told us down at the store, ‘I caught the Adams boy out at the lake sucking the tally whacker of the new junior high Coach ... Mills, I think is his name.’

“Everyone was laughing and pretty much said at the same time, ‘What’d you do Chief?’

“Chief Martin just smiled, ‘Well fellas, once I shined my light inside the Ford pickup, I immediately recognized the Adams boy with the Coach’s dick in his mouth. I knew the Adams boy graduated from PHS last year, so I figured what the hell, he had to be of legal age. I just smiled and told’em, ‘You fellas just carry on about your business, don’t mind me, no harm done.’

“Old man Pippins was laughing, then spoke up, ‘Yeah, I’d hea’rd that about the Adams boy too. Seems like he not only likes to suck on tally whackers, but likes to take’em up his poop chute too.’

“Fred told me not long ago, ‘I was cleaning out the shower stalls in the locker room when I never hear’d the like in all my days of the gruntin’, moanin’, and carryin’on coming from inside the training room. I slipped around the corner and peeked inside. I had a front row side seat to sees what was causing all the gall dang commotion. Pip, I weren’t three maybe five foot at the furest from all the action and it was really a shocker to sees PHS’s head trainer of some twenty- eight-years, Rocco Ploggy, cornholing the hell out of that Adams boy.

‘Rocco had him bent over one of the training tables, the kid’s pants, and undies were down around his ankles, his hands were clenching the edge of the table so tight it looked as if the poor boy was hanging on for dear life every time Rocco rammed his cornholer in and out of his poop chute.

‘Nows like I says Pip, I was just a stone throws away from them as Rocco was cornholing that kid and from the sides I could tell ol’ Rocco was packing one bad ass cornholer. Nows, I never got a good looks at his length but damn if Rocco’s cornholer weren’t lookin’ to be big around as a baby’s arm.

‘Rocco’s britches were down to his mid-thighs, his strong hands were gripping the Adams kid hips like a C-clamp, and he was really givin’ it to him.

‘Rocco’s egg sized hairy jewels were swingin’ and slappin’ around. His ol’ gray hairs and hips were smackin’ into that kids butt cheeks, and I knows that Adams kid had to be hurtin’ the way Rocco was pounding his poop chute like a teenager instead of a 50-year-old fella.

‘That kid was moaning to all git out ‘OH GAWD ... YOU’RE KILLIN’ ME TODAY ... PLEASE SLOW DOWN MR. PLOGGY’ and every time he moaned and begged for mercy, Rocco pounded that big ass cornholer in and out of that kid’s young poop chute just a bit harder. I mean ol’ Rocco was pounding his cornholer balls deep in and out of the Adams kid’s ass like a jackhammer busting up concrete.

‘It ain’t very long at all before I’m noticing Rocco gruntin’ like an ol’ Brahma Bull. Rocco was gruntin’ louder and louder, and breathin’ like his ol’ hound dog in heat. His legs and ass tightened up, like a screw in a hinge. Them jewels weren’t slappin’ around, and he was thrustin’ his cornholer faster than a jackrabbit on moonshine. Ol’ Rocco was lettin’ out them moans ‘OHH ... OHH ... AHHH’ and I knows then Rocco’s cornholer was spittin’ its wad inside that kid’s poop chute.

‘Rocco’s pounding started to slow down and after one last deep ‘AHHH’ Rocco just stood still for a bit before he started pulling his cornholer out of the Adams kid’s ass. And, Pip, when Rocco’s cornholer came into plain view, just the sight of it made my butthole pucker up—Lookin’ every bit the length of a regular sized Co-Cola bottle and thicker than a sausage roll! But to my surprises, there weren’t a drop of do-do on ol’Rocco’s pecker. Once Rocco had pulled his cornholer out of the Adams kid’s asshole, them there flood gates opened. Cum oozed out of the opening of the kid’s asshole like a leak in Elmer’s pond dam, onto his balls, and down his thighs before finally dripping to the training room floor.

‘Rocco stood still, his pecker still a boner, dripping the last few drops of cum out the tip of that wide mushroom head when Rocco finally spoke, ‘Boy, you know the routine, now lick me clean.’

‘The Adams kid finally stood up, turned around, dropped to his knees, and started licking Rocco clean. And, before long, Rocco’s cornholer was clean as a whistle!

‘Rocco pulled up his pants, grinned a bit, and as he was walking back to his office, said, ‘Adams same time next week, be sure you’re good and clean, and don’t be late.’

‘Pip, in all my born days—well, it was the God damnest thing I ever sawed!

‘Afterwards, I just sort of slipped away, goin’ back to mindin’ my own business, and cleanin’ out them shower stalls.’

Dad was laughing, “Once Pippins finished telling us the story Fred told him, Pip smiled and said, ‘Well, fellas, I guess so much for Rocco Ploggy being thought of around these here parts as that fine upstanding conservative perfect Southern Christian gentlemen—huh fellas?’

“Charles Ray was quick to respond, ‘Don’t think we should place all the blame on Rocco just yet. Maybe Miss Millie ain’t doing her duty and keepn’ Rocco satisfied on the home front. So instead of cheatin’ and committin’ adultery, Rocco found this Adams kid to cure his itch. I realize the good book don’t approve of them queer activities that Rocco and this Adams kid are doing, but the fact of the matter is, breaking one of them Ten Commandments is a badder sin than giving it to the Adams kid up the poop chute. Just mys way of thinkin.’

Dad took a sip of his coffee before continuing to tell his story, “Buck answered Charles Ray, ‘I hear tell it’s the other way around Charles Ray. My younger brother Cletus told me a thing or two about Rocco Ploggy. Seems like Rocco hadn’t really screwed Millie good and proper in something like a month of Sundays and was cheatin’ on Miss Millie with Panhandle’s town whore, Emma Jo. Rocco had been ballin’ Emma for coon’s age, damn near four months, before Millie finally caught wind of it through the grapevine. Millie confronted Rocco about it, and of course, Rocco denied the whole ball of wax. But Miss Millie weren’t buying his story, so one night when Rocco supposedly had to work late after a Red Panther basketball game, Millie made a drive over by Emma’s place and caught her cheatin’ husband red-handed.

‘Parked in the back alley behind Emma’s place was the hottest Chevy pickup around these parts. A brand spankin’ new 1969 C10 red with white custom trim Stepside Chevy pickup truck. There weren’t no doubt, it were Rocco’s Ploggy’s Chevy pickup! But I guess maybe the straw that broke the camel’s back happened about two days later, a day before Valentine’s Day.

‘Millie was at the Five & Dime picking up a few odds and ends for her grandbabies when she overheard the two town gossip queens, Martha and Lucy, snickering away.

‘Martha was whispering to Lucy, ‘Look, there’s Millie Ploggy. I feel so sorry for poor Millie. She’s such a good Southern Christian woman, but she hasn’t the clue her husband of thirty years is busy screwing the town whore, Emma Jo, while she sits at home alone.’

‘Lucy snickered, ‘I’ve hear’d the same thing about Rocco and Emma Jo. But, did you know Martha, at our weekly canasta luncheon, I overheard talk, now it’s just talk mind you, that Rocco Ploggy is also fooling around with that queer Adams boy too.’

‘So after thirty years of being happily married, being a devoted, faithful Christian wife, never wanting to stray from her wedding vows, raising two youngins in a good Christian atmosphere, and never missing a Sunday’s meetin’, Miss Millie decided it was time to even the score with her cheatin’, lyin’, queerin’, husband. So Valentine’s night, Miss Millie decided to give it up to Cletus and the next day is when she cut ol’ Rocco off.’

“We were all dumbfounded and Charles Ray replied, ‘What the shit? Rocco must have a few loose screws in his head to have cheated on Millie with Emma Jo. Ol’Emma has spread her legs like butter for just anyone who has a hankerin’ for a piece of ass around these parts ever since Buck there busted her cherry when they were seniors at PHS. And, Buck, weren’t that damn near twenty year ago?’

“Buck was laughing and answered Pip, ‘Sho’nuff it was. Me and Emma Jo were seniors together and Homecoming night I busted her cherry—fucked her three times if I remember right. I coulda fucked her more, but I ran out of Big Chief rubbers. Emma Jo liked fucking so much she started fucking Joe Bob, John Boy, and Bobby Joe along with me for the rest of the school year. Shit, I remember prom night the four of us hauled Emma Jo out to the lake in John Boy’s parents’ Studebaker. None of us had any rubbers but we fucked Emma Jo anyway. The four of us fucked her long and hard, non-stop, one after the other, pumping her full of cum until she finally threw in the towel. I can’t remember how many times we fucked Emma Jo that night, but I’m guessin’ had to be more than a Baker’s dozen.

‘Fucking a broad like Emma Jo when there’s a jewel at home like Miss Millie ... all I can say is Rocco must be plumb eat up with a bad case of the dubm-ass! Not even them middle-age crazies would make me pass on Miss Millie to fuck Emma Jo and cornhole that Adams kid.’

“Charles Ray laughed, ‘Well Buck, here’s my two-penn’oth worth on this hear matter we’re talkin’about.

‘If’n Miss Millie’s is in the givin’ mood, you damn straight, I’d do some serious thinkin’ about how I could be a cheatin’ on Jozelle without her knowing anythings about it—good book or no good book. I’d be willin’ to give up my left nut to stuff Miss Millie’s box full with my one–eye boner and fill her sweet cunt full of jizzum!’

“Buck was laughing, ‘Darn tootin’ Charles Ray, if Miss Millie was offerin’, I’d dang sure be a takin’, and willin’ to slip in a one night stand behind Sammie Jo’s back whilst her and the kids were visiting her folks. But we’ll have to get in line behind my younger brother to a have a chance of gittin’ into Millie’s panties. Cletus has been bangin’ Miss Millie’s hot snatch just like clockwork, gonin’ on dang near five months now, and sure don’t look like there’s no end in sight.

‘Clet told me hook line and sinker how all this come to be. It all started last Valentine’s Day when the Red Panthers were out of town playing basketball. Millie had just recently caught Rocco red-handed cheatin’ on her with Emma Jo and got wind Rocco was also queerin’ around with that Adams boy. So Millie decided it was high time to git even with him by grudge fucking someone, anyone on this Valentine’s night—that is if they met Miss Millie’s qualifications—being hung bigger than Rocco’s trouser snake and little brother Cletus came callin’ packing a full nine inches of swingin’ meat!’

“Pip spoke up, ‘Damn Buck I’d hear’d Cletus was hung like a horse, but you’re sure—a nine inch tally whacker? Shit Buck, that’s be prettn’ near two inches bigger than what ol’ Fred told me Rocco had a hangin’!

“Buck laughed, ‘Damn straight Pip. I was home on leave from the service for Clet’s senior graduation from PHS and we were puttin’ down some cold Jax brews down on Jasper Creek. We were just bull shitin’ when out of the clear blue Clet told me he was givin’ my ol’ PHS punchboard, Emma Jo, every inch of his nine incher, two sometimes three times a week making Emma squeal like a fresh cut pig.

‘I laughed at him and called him a liar, ‘Little Brother, you damn sure ain’t packin’ no nine incher! Shit, I’m only a six-and-a-half, and that’s with a good boner on! If you’re a nine, that’d mean you’ve growed four-and-a-half inches since I left for the service four years ago!

‘Clet said, ‘I ain’t lying! Betcha a case of Jax?’

‘I laughed, ‘Ok, little brother you’re on!’ Afterwards, weren’t no one around so we went and slipped behind the house on the back porch. Clet got settled into the porch swing and started strokin’ while I slipped inside and found Mama’s sewin’ machine measuring tape. Once I found Mama’s tape I hustled back on the double and little brother already had a pretty good stiffy working. I watched him just a bit more as he kept strokin’ it up. Once little brother had a good stiffy up, I handed him the measuring tape and sure ‘nough he was packing a nine incher! And, to top it off, that damn thang was six-and-a-half around!’

Dad stopped for a second and smiled,”In the Army there was a dude in our barracks named Otis Lee. Otis was from Mississippi and was blessed with a sure fire Alabama Black Snake ... ten-and-a-half long, but it weren’t six-and-a-half around. We’d all sneak a peep from time to time as this ol’ homeboy would be givin’ it right up the poop chute to our asshole Drill Sergeant, just like Rocco did the Adams kid.”

I remembered how Pauly and me snickered at Dad’s remark, but Mom wasn’t one bit happy with Dad and he knew it, so he quickly continued telling Buck’s story about Miss Millie and Cletus!

“Anyway, Buck carried on tellin’ his tale, ‘Miss Millie was at the Tipsy Lady Bar & Grill over in Centerville and was definitely a spiteful married woman on the prowl! Millie was sitting at the bar sipping on a gin and tonic with her sexy tanned legs crossed, flashing more than just a bit of leg under her snow white shorter than short mini skirt. Millie was wearin’ a matching low cut knit top over her bare boobs, showing off a bit of her peachy cleavage, the shape of her mouth-watering titties, along with those plump twin nipples!

‘Cletus walked in around 7:30-ish and took a seat next to Millie and said, ‘Miss Millie are you ever a sight for sore eyes tonight. I mean you look hot ... extremely hot for a 40-year-old mother of two. Your shoulder length red hair is absolutely stunning, and the way you’re dressed ... hell, even Pastor Micha drool at the mouth—all this ol’ country boy can say is —damn are you ever one red hot foxy mama tonight!’

‘Millie smiled, ‘Thanks for the compliment Cletus, but the truth of the matter is I’m not only a 48-year-old mother of two, but I’m also a granny to three!’

‘Cletus responded, ‘Well all I’ll say is you’ve really taken care of yourself—you dang sure don’t look a day over forty! And, if you don’t mind me saying, Miss Millie, you’ve still got the whole package!

‘Sexy legs, a finer than fine ass, not to mention those beautiful breasts you’re packing, to go along with your super great looks! I’m ashamed to admit it with you being married to Rocco and all, but ever since I was a sixteen-year-old teen, it has always been a fantasy of mine to ... huh ... GAWD, I hate to say it, but well, to fuck you! I’m sorry Miss Millie, but you’ve always turned me on so much when I’d see you walking around Panhandle with your two kiddos, Barbie and Jimmy Ray. It never really mattered to me what you were wearin’, church clothes, dresses, pants, shorts, or heaven forbid, your swimsuit, when the whole town would go to the lake for the annual Fourth of July celebration. It was always the same when nightfall came, I’d lay in bed and jackoff just thinkin’ about you. And tonight, I damn near creamed my jeans when I saw you sittin’ at the bar.’

‘Miss Millie interrupted Cletus, ‘No need to apologize Cletus, like I said earlier, ‘Thanks for the compliment.’ And, just to let you know, I find you extremely handsome, with a physique to match. And even though you have a reputation around Panhandle of being a first class womanizer, I’ve never heard a bad word about you. Seems like the only women you actively pursue are single or divorced women around thirty to thirty-five years of age. Just curious Cletus, I’m guessing you’re around 32 or 33 years old?’

‘Clet just smiled, ‘I’m 32 Miss Millie. Thanks for not takin’ things the wrong way. I know for the past sixteen years I’ve been living in a fool’s paradise continuing to fantasize about one day being lucky ‘nough to be gittin’ it on with you. And, just so you’ll understand, I was meanin’ no harm, Rocco is the luckiest man in the world to be married to a hot mama like you all these years! I guess Rocco will be joining you shortly?’

‘Millie replied to Cletus, ‘Not tonight Cletus. Rocco’s with the Red Panther basketball team in Cottersville and won’t be home till midnight or after. Tonight Cletus, this forty-eight-year-old married mother and granny is on the prowl to get even the score with Rocco for cheatin’ on me with Emma Jo! And, I suspect after the game in Cottersville, my husband of thirty years will be cheatin’ on me again before he comes home in the wee hours of the morning. So Cletus on this Valentine’s night in 1969, you may not be living in a fool’s paradise after all—fantasies can happen.’

‘Cletus replied, ‘OH SHIT! Well if that’s the case, how about we get a table and I’ll buy you another drink or two?’

‘Millie smiled and said, ‘Sounds like a plan Cletus’. Miss Millie stood up, her sexy attire topped off with a black belt around her waist, wearn’ a pair Italia strappy four inch high heel pumps, and guided Cletus toward a dim lit table in the back of the Tipsy Lady Bar & Grill.

‘After they had a few more drinks, danced a few dances, Millie was sippin’ on another gin and tonic while Clet was drinking a cold Lone Star brew, and the two were gittin’ somewhat lovey-dovey, when the juke box started playin’ ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’ and ol’ Hank was belting out the sad, heart-broken lyrics like only he could.

‘Tears were welling in Miss Millie’s brown eyes as she listened as Hank sang the first two verses of ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’. Cletus was gittin’ a bit nervous that his favorite country and western singer was muffin’ his chances at living out his childhood fantasy and knocking boots with Millie Ploggy this Valentine’s night!

‘Miss Millie was close to tears when Hank started singing the third verse ... tears were rolling down Millie’s cheeks like water off a duck’s back when Hank sang the fourth and final verse of ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart.’

‘Once the juke box quit playin’, Cletus was thinkin’ it was all over but the cryin’ for him gittin’ a chance to get it on with Miss Millie. And on most nights it wouldn’t made a hill of beans, but tonight he’d love to shove shit down the person’s throat who played that ol’ jukebox and punched A-11.

‘Miss Millie sighed a deep sigh and wiped the tears from her eyes and off her cheeks, looked Cletus dead in the eyes, and mumbled, ‘Well Cletus, I guess ol’ Hank just told me and Rocco’s life’s story these past four months...

‘Miss Millie paused for a moment or two, regained her self-control, and smiled, ‘Now where were we before Hank so rudely interrupted us?’

‘Miss Millie moved closer to Cletus, getting even cozier with him, and was all but on top of him when she started teasing him by rubbing the inside of his thigh down to his knee and then back up to inner thigh. Miss Millie smiled while flashing her sexy legs and leaned forward just a bit flashing every inch of her bare boobs in his face. Clet was drooling at the mouth, lickin’ his lips while looking at Miss Millie’s perky nipples. Millie grinned, raised her left leg and rested her four-inch high heel on Cletus’ thigh. Miss Millie’s short mini skirt was lookin’ more like a belt than a skirt when she spread her legs wide, and since Miss Millie weren’t wearin’ any panties, Cletus got more than just a glimpse at her glowing red pubic hairs and the sweetness nestled between her thighs.

‘Millie only smiled a sexy devilish grin, ‘Cletus, I think you like what you see—don’t you?’

‘Cletus’ eyes were about to pop out of his head and he could barely utter the words out of his mouth, ‘Damn ... I never dreamed ... shit, I mean, Miss Millie why don’t we git the hell out here and... ‘

‘Millie interrupted Cletus and smiled her sexy devilish grin, ‘Hold your horses Cletus! I’ll take that as a ‘yes, ‘ you like seeing what could be yours for the takin’ this Valentine’s night. But before I give up what you’re drooling over and cheat on Rocco, well, I have a condition or two that have to be met.

‘First of all Cletus, you need to understand Rocco and I were virgins when we got married. I was eighteen and just graduated from PHS. Rocco was twenty and just completed his sophomore year at University, majoring in Athletic Training. I never went to college. Instead I worked full-time at the First State Bank as a teller in order to make ends while Rocco concentrated on his studies. Rocco graduated two years later with his B.S. degree and passed his National Athletic Trainers’ Association Board Certification exam and became a certified athletic trainer.

‘The Panhandle schoolboard immediately hired Rocco and we moved back to Panhandle. I went to work for the National Bank here in Centerville as a teller until Barbie was born. After Barbie, Jimmy Ray came along three years later. I stayed home and together Rocco and I lived a happy Christian life together, raising our two kids in a good wholesome Christian atmosphere, and until the last four months or so our sex life was always extraordinary.

‘After Barbie and Jimmy Ray flew the coop, I went back to work for the National Bank. After a couple years, I was promoted to supervisor over the bank tellers. At home during the evening hours, Rocco and I were like a couple of newlyweds again—making love sometimes six times a week. But here recently things have changed.

‘I’ve never had anyone but Rocco and I’ve never desired anyone else either, but if I’m going to cheat on him, like he’s doing to me, and venture outside my wedding vows, I want to make it worth my while. It’s been a month since Rocco last fucked me and it was a one and done quickie—over and done in five, maybe seven minutes tops. And, I can’t remember the last time Rocco fucked me good and proper—it has to have been a month of Sundays ago! Tonight, I’m aching to be fucked long and hard, but only with something bigger than what Rocco’s been physically blessed with—Like I said, ‘I want to make it worth my while.’

‘Cletus, around Panhandle you not only have a reputation of being a first-class womanizer, but rumors are that you’re hung like a horse in the man meat department. So, if we’re going to take this any further, just how well equipped are you?’

‘Ol’ Cletus sensing Millie was his for the night, smiled, ‘Miss Millie you won’t be disappointed. Take a look see at this here Lone Star beer bottle I’m drinking. My fuck muscle is just as long. My helmet-shaped head and shaft are just as wide as the bottom of the bottle’s base—more than enough to stretch your fuck hole to the limits! Most of the women I’d had can’t take it all until the fourth go around—some even the fifth! Even Emma Jo struggled until the third round or so and she’d been fucking hot and heavy for four years or more. Of course that was fourteen year ago. Nowadays, I cull out women like Emma Jo and target only the hot babes like Peggy Sue, Tammie Lynn, and Trista Anne—just to name a few. And Miss Millie, even though you’re 48, a granny and such, I’m targeting you as the hottest of the hot. Now let’s git out of here.’

‘Millie only smiled, ‘Cletus, you sure know how to flatter a potential victim! Thanks again for the compliment, but you’ll just keep your shirt on for a bit longer. Now if you’re not bullshitting, I think it’s time we left the Tipsy Lady and went back to my place in Panhandle for the rest of the evening. Your man meat, or fuck muscle as you call it, sounds like it definitely meets my lustful desires tonight for being the second to ever enter my fuck hole, as you call it—being longer and thicker than the love muscle Rocco has shared with me for the past thirty years. I guess you might say, I’m on the prowl tonight to find out for myself, if bigger is better for a one night stand. And, if you’ve got what you’re claiming to have ... I won’t whimper a bit. I’ll take everything you’ve got to give, and ... as long as you can give it!

‘One last thing before I decide if we should carry this a bit further and leave the Tipsy Lady for Panhandle. If I’m going to all the way and cheat on Rocco, I not only want big but I want to be fucked good and proper. So Cletus, can you work your man muscle in rhythm with the motion of the ocean? Rocco may not have quite the man muscle you’re claiming to have but he is blessed with a wide mushroom head and really knows how to put what he was blessed with to good use ... or at least he use to.’

‘Cletus smiled and butted in, ‘Don’t fret none Miss Millie. I ain’t bullshitting to you about the size of my fuck muscle. And, trust me, I know how to work my fuck muscle in tune with the motion of the ocean! Miss Millie, 48 or 40 doesn’t make a hill of beans to me. You’re definitely one red-hot married sexy mama that ol’ Cletus wants to fuck in the worst way! Never crossed my mind about fuckin’ a granny before, but you being a granny to three, dang straight, I’ll fuck a grandma’s brains out tonight!

‘I promise you Miss Millie, before this night is over, you’ll be fucked good and proper. I’m just tickled pink to be the one obliging you tonight in order to help you get even with Rocco for cheatn’ on you. Now, let’s git out of here and get the show on the road.’

‘Miss Millie smiled that sexy devilish smile one last time, ‘Well Cletus, all thangs considered, I think you know what I’m referring to, it’s time we left the Tipsy Lady and went to my place so you can live out your childhood fantasy and I can even the score with Rocco for cheatin’ on me after thirty years of me being a loyal, faithful, Christian wife.’

‘Once outside the bar, Millie told Cletus, ‘Follow me to my place and park your truck away from the house at the end of the cul-de-sac near that stand of oak trees at the edge of the woods. I don’t want my nosy neighbors meddling into my business.’

‘Cletus smiled, ‘Miss Millie, I’ll need to make a stop at the Texaco on the outskirts of town. Seems I’ve only got two Big Chief’s left in my wallet and somehow, I think I’ll be needing a lot more before this night is over.’

‘Miss Millie smiled, ‘Cletus you won’t need any rubbers tonight. Like I mentioned, if I’m going to venture outside my wedding vows, I want to make it worth my while. Now let’s get moving before my wedding vows and Christian conscience start to haunt me.’