The Spinster and the Boy Ch. 09

"God may smite you down you devil!" cried Jocelyn hypocritically.

"I haven't led her astray Mrs Besinger," sobbed the fat old priest. "It's 'er that's led me! I'm the one been' used... but its'a price I must pay... the only way for it. I must fuck the demons out of Madison for her immortal soul and salvation!"

So anyway the old woman and the priest came to an understanding. An unholy deal was struck. The good father assured Jocelyn he would do everything he could to convince Graham Herbertson to give her and Harvey the land they wanted. In return, she and Harvey would keep his indiscretions quiet and Father O'Conner could keep trying to screw the evil out of Madison.

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DORIS FOR LUNCH

These days at the church, Jocelyn was treated like a queen. She could do just about anything she wanted.

Not too long ago she and Harvey were outcasts, shunned by everyone. Since then, the old lady's popularity had come back to her tenfold. The parishioners could see that married life had put a lively spring in the nasty old woman's step and everyone was attracted to it.

To her great delight, she was elected president of the Women's Church Committee by unanimous vote. She could be as mean and cranky as she liked and the stupid old bitches took it all on the chin... and expected more. They laughed nervously at all her silly jokes, listened, and agreed to everything she said, following her around like baby ducklings.

It wasn't just women either. The men in the congregation, young and old, flirted with her all the time and they'd even had the temerity to ask her out on dates.

She turned them down flat, of course, laughing rudely at their pathetic approaches but they often persisted even though they knew she was married. Old Mr Sculton actually got down on his knees and begged her and Barry Smyth asked her out with his wife standing right there beside him. Absolutely astounding! Smyth was an idiot though.

Doris Herbertson and Mildred Scattle, her two oldest friends, became Jocelyn's escorts. Before and after the Sunday service they would walk a few steps behind in Jocelyn's wake, filtering who could approach her.

This was especially true of Doris. Jocelyn could have got the bodacious, big-breasted woman to do anything she wanted. Since the wedding, she'd become almost as fawning as Mona, forever hopeful that Jocelyn would get Harvey to fuck her again.

Once she knew she had Father O'Conner on her side, Jocelyn also asked Doris to help convince her husband about the land they needed... a much easier task. Doris agreed immediately and just like that Harvey and Jocelyn had the lease they needed.

"Of course Jocelyn. Anything you need. Anything at all! Graham gives me whatever I want."

"Good. That's very good news, Dee. You're a true and loyal friend," said Jocelyn kindly. "You must come for lunch. I know how much Harvey would love to show you his appreciation. He talks about you all the time..."

"He does?" gushed Doris. "Really?"

"Oh yes. You're quite a favorite. You'd like that wouldn't you Dee? Some special attention from my young man?"

There amid the milling crowd after the Sunday service, the big woman blushed scarlet. A few people standing about or moving past on their way home to the afternoon football on tv wondered what Jocelyn had said to make Doris go so red.

"Yes. Yes please Jocelyn," muttered Doris. "I'd like that very much."

So Jocelyn invited Doris to lunch and the plump pompous old woman jumped at the chance.

A few days later, a little before midday, Doris Herbertson arrived at the Besinger residence. Her elderly chauffeur saw her to Jocelyn and Harvey's front door and then retreated back to the big bronze-colored Bentley that looked so out of place in front of the Besinger's humble suburban home.

Doris always turned herself out well. With impeccable taste and money to burn the fat old lady was stylish and immaculate.

Today for a relaxed lunch with her dear friend, she looked like an elderly Jennifer Coolidge.

She'd been to her hairdresser that morning so her long blonde hair was perfectly coiffed and up in its elaborate Marge Simpson beehive.

She wore her pretentious natural pearl necklace around her fleshy neck... with matching earrings... $4000!

The ostentatious polka dot Fendi blouse... $1800!

A stylish calf-length Burberry skirt of brown tweed... $1650!

Black Jimmy Choo pumps... $1080!

Doris had money to burn.

Her expensive blouse was snowy white with small black polka dots and little black buttons. It was soft and feminine and would float on a normal size woman. On Doris it was tight. The loose scoop neckline barely held back her enormous 44K tits... a bulbous booby cleavage that almost made Jocelyn look flat-chested.

Doris's skirt was high fashion as well, showing off her very hourglass figure to perfection. It almost succeeded in disguising her thick fat thighs, wide curving hips, her big belly, her colossal arse...

It was an expensive getup but, for a big mature woman, she looked good. Like Jennifer Coolidge, Doris was an old, super sexy, 5'10", 59-40-55, Big Beautiful Woman.

The young man who greeted her at the door was the complete opposite. Dressed in nothing but a pair of no-frills white Y-front underpants, Harvey's athletic, nearly naked body, looked positively skinny next to Doris's plump substantial figure.

"Good afternoon Mrs Herbertson," said Harvey politely. "Will you come in?"

She pursed her red lipsticked lips like a kiss and looked down at Harvey under droopy sensual eyelids, relishing his slim muscular physique and the huge polish sausage rolled up in the front of his underwear. He looked so attractive and desirable, the fat old lady had to fight a mad urge to throw herself at the young man.

"Oh... oh my..." gasped the stout old lady.

He's going fuck me, she thought excitedly. Soon he'll be inside me... Jocelyn promised...

Indeed, Harvey couldn't wait to do this chubby old woman either. From his point of view, there was something about this fat old lady that he found very appealing.

She was rich and decadent. Obviously a glutton, addicted to food and alcohol, she came across as debauched and available... very very fuckable. From her double chin to her flabby hanging tuck shop lady arms, to her belly that looked like she drank too much beer, Doris was a mature plumper if ever there was one.

Both Doris and Jocelyn were large women... both round and Rubenesque... but Doris was so much bigger... fatter and taller. Not what you'd call obese though. A great deal of her bulk came from her boobs and Harvey guessed there was muscle there as well. She has to be strong to carry those breasts around.

She's an old Amazon! thought the boy. And good-looking as well, If she was thirty or forty years younger and fifty or sixty pounds lighter she could be a model.

He felt his wonderful cock stirring in his underpants.

"May I take your coat ma'am?"

Still unable to speak, Doris turned her back on the young man so he could take her cashmere wrap. She was immediately conscious of his proximity...

...close up behind her, his slim, muscular, nearly naked body pressed into her arse...

It could have been accidental contact but the fat old woman didn't think so. She was feeling giddy...

...without thinking she leaned back against him...

...and to Doris's delight, he put his hands around her waist... hands clasped under her tits...

"Oh... oh dear," muttered the flustered woman.

"I'm real glad you could come today Mrs Herbertson," he whispered as he ground his cock between her huge arse cheeks.

"Oh, Harvey..." she crooned. "What... what are you doing?"

He kissed her gently on her neck and the fat, pompous old woman nearly swooned. "We're gonna have a great afternoon. You'll see..."

Taking her by the hand, Harvey led the way into the kitchen, Doris following on shaky legs.

"Come this way Mrs Herbertson," he said. "Mrs Besinger is making lunch. Doesn't it smell good?"

It did indeed smell good. The nutty aroma of frying oil was wafting through the house.

Doris found her friend standing barefoot over the stove making flapjacks. She was wearing an outlandish, almost transparent pink wrap that was so inappropriate for such an old woman that Doris gasped. The pinkly sheer material was almost completely translucent with bright white flourishes of gauzy lace around its gaping armholes and down the neckline.

Doris had never seen Jocelyn in anything so risqué.

Underneath she was obviously butt naked.

At the front, to protect the delicate fabric of her negligee from splattering oil, Jocelyn was wearing a floral cooking apron. The apron covered her chest and pussy offering a measure of modesty. From behind, however, Doris could see all of Jocelyn's round pear-shaped body, her heavy cellulite bottom and thighs, slim ankles, and calves...

"Hello Dee," said Jocelyn as Harvey showed her to a seat at the little round kitchen table. "Right on time. I like that about you. I hate tardiness, don't I Harvey?"

"Oh, yes ma'am," replied her husband. "She really hates it Mrs Hebertson,"

Doris watched him walk up behind his wife and put his arms around her waist - winking back at Doris as though they were sharing a secret joke.

"Didn't their parents ever teach 'em how to read a clock?" he croaked, laughingly mimicking Jocelyn's dry raspy old lady voice. "They can go to blazes if they're not on time!"

Jocelyn turned to her husband in mock outrage. "Oh! Is that what I sound like is it boy? The very idea!"

She waved at Harvey with the spatula she held in her hand, her belly and huge football-shaped boobs swinging and wobbling about as she made a halfhearted lunge at Harvey.

The young man giggled and easily danced away. He stood behind Doris as though she might protect him. She felt his hands on her shoulders...

"Ha! You'll keep," said Jocelyn happily, turning back to the stove, flipping another pancake onto an already substantial stack. "We're having flapjacks and syrup for lunch, Doris. Harvey and I get so ravenously hungry after sex, don't we boy?"

"Yes ma'am," he said. "I'm starving."

"Can I get you something to drink Mrs Herbertson?" he asked as massaged her neck... down over her shoulders...

"Yes... yes please Harvey," said the ruffled old woman. "A soft drink, please. Coke or lemonade?"

"It's no wonder you're so fat Dee," said Jocelyn as she put the mountain of pancakes on the table. "There's so much sugar in those drinks."

Jocelyn took off her silly apron and Doris saw her friend's curvaceous body in its entirety... her giant zeppelin tits and huge nipples... her shadowy pussy partially obscured under the swell of her belly...

Doris saw the front of Jocelyn's camisole was tied together in a big pink bow... like the old woman was a present that Harvey could unwrap by pulling on one of the ends...

Draping the apron over her chair she sat down opposite Doris and started directing Harvey about.

"Knives and forks boy, come on... chop, chop... plates, syrup... honey... butter..."

"Yes ma'am. Right away..."

The eyes of the two curvaceous old women followed the slim athletic young man as he flitted around the neat little kitchen.

"Doris needs a Coke... I'll have a nice cup of tea."

They studied the handsome young boy's sturdy frame hungrily as he reached up for drinking glasses... filling the kettle with water... wiping the bench...

"He can be such an idiot Dee," said Jocelyn confidentially, as though her handsome husband couldn't hear every word. "But he's young you see. He has so much to learn..."

"I'm sure you're right Joy," said Doris "But he does help about the place, doesn't he?...and he's so very polite..."

"You're right of course," said Jocelyn. "Harvey has many saving graces. I blame his parents for his faults... not teaching him the things a young person should know..."

They feasted their eyes on his cute tight arse as he bent down for a spoon he'd dropped...

"I'm sure you give him the benefit of your wisdom Joy," said Doris fawningly.

"I try Dee... I truly do..."

As Harvey walked past with plates, Jocelyn slapped his tight underpanted butt. "Goodness, he does get me going though, don't you boy?"

"Yes Mrs Besinger," he smiled.

"That lovely big cock of his is just the best thing, Dee. And he's so good with it aren't you child?"

"If you say so Mrs Besinger," said Harvey, smiling proudly.

The three of them sat and ate, chatting about one thing or another. There was a heady sexual anticipation but the trio had known each other for such a long time the conversation was easy.

Harvey and Jocelyn finished off about half the flapjacks and Doris happily shoveled in the rest.

"Mmm. These are very good Joy," she said with a mouthful of food. "I believe I would keep going if there were more."

"Well yes. I believe you could as well. Honestly Doris you're going to explode someday."

"I know... I know... I eat too much..."

She felt the tears coming. Jocelyn was terribly cruel but she was right as usual. "I'm a pig! I know it! A big fat pig..."

If Harvey hadn't been nice to her right at that moment, Doris would have really started blubbering.

"I don't think your too big Mrs Herbertson," he said kindly. "Some people are just bigger than others and you look great just the way you are!"

Doris looked into his gentle handsome young face, unsure what to say. Then she felt his hand on her knee... on her lap... a kind act, hidden from his wife by the tabletop...

"I think you're lovely..."

"Oh... oh dear..."

The tears were coming again but for a different reason.

"Thank... thank you, Harvey, " she exclaimed and put her hand over his. "But Jocelyn's right. I could lose a little weight..."

"Not for me ma'am."

"Ha. What a pair!" exclaimed Jocelyn bluntly. "Dumb and dumber!"

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THREESOME

When lunch was done they moved to the lounge room. Harvey and Jocelyn sat together on the old overstuffed sofa and Doris sat across from them in one of the two big comfy lounge chairs.

As they chatted Doris watched the young man and the old woman caressing each other, touching, stroking, even kissing...

Their hands are always on each other, thought Doris. I'm sure they don't even realize they're doing it...

"Harvey has been so excited to see you, haven't you boy?" said Jocelyn, squeezing the massive bulging slug in his underpants.

"Yes ma'am," said Harvey, his hand on his wife's bare white thigh. "Mrs Herbertson and me got to know each other real well at our wedding. Do you remember Mrs Herbertson?"

Doris went pink. As though she would ever forget his amazing cock reaming her poor neglected cunt and the incredible orgasm that almost made her faint... his massive dick squirting cum deep into her arse...

"It was... It was quite an evening," she replied, pompously. "A wonderful celebration..."

"It sure was Mrs Herbertson. A real fun night," said Harvey, winking at her.

"Hmph!" said Jocelyn in a cranky tone. "Drunk people doing drunk things."

Harvey laughed. "Well, I seem to remember you were throwing that champagne back as well Mrs Besinger!"

"I was perfectly sober thank you very much. The very idea..."

Still laughing, Harvey turned her face up to his and kissed the old woman lovingly on the lips. She opened her mouth and they french kissed... eyes closed... tongues passionately delving into the other's mouth...

It's like they've forgotten I'm here, thought Doris.

Without her kitchen apron, Jocelyn may as well have been naked.

Her round belly and her big torpedo boobs stretched the front of the short sheer negligee. Her big breasts were snuggly enveloped in the pinky gauzy stuff. They lay over her stomach with more of the sheer pink satin trapped underneath.

Jocelyn's bizarrely big nipples, two inches long and an inch thick, poked through erotically and Harvey couldn't stop touching them. One of his arms was over her shoulder but the other was groping her mammoth elongated breasts as they kissed... squeezing the old lady's big nipples just how she liked it...

Doris could see her friend's cunt as well, meaty and hairy and spread apart, the vulva and mons protruding wet and hungry under her potbelly like a mouth...

When they finally parted Jocelyn smiled gently up at him. "Goodness me boy. What am I going to do with you?"

Harvey's hand was on his wife's plump abdomen...

...pulling on the end of the hot-pink bow that tied the flimsy nightgown together...

Released from their confines Jocelyn's gigantic zeppelin tits dropped down, hanging to either side of her belly.

"He's incorrigible Dee," sighed Jocelyn in mock despair. "Stop child. Our guest doesn't want to watch us canoodle..."

"You don't mind do you Mrs Herbertson?" asked Harvey looking over at their guest as he pinched his wife's big nipples. "Mrs Besinger loves this, don't you ma'am?"

"Oh goodness... oh goodness... dear me Harvey..." rasped Jocelyn. "Squeeze 'em boy... oh yesss... squeeze em..."

Doris was overwhelmed. She wanted to respond but nothing came out. She was fighting a mad urge to masturbate...

Would they mind if I did? she wondered. Would they care if I pulled my dress up and fondled my cunt?

Harvey's hand was now on Jocelyn's upper thigh. The old lady spread her legs wide and his hand moved over to her crotch...

Right before Doris's goggling eyes, he was teasing Jocelyn's big meaty pussy...

Jealousy bloomed harsh in Doris's substantial bosom. How did Jocelyn get such a man?

She pressed her bunched fist between her legs, grinding her clenched fist onto her pussy...

"When... when he gets like this I just have to let him have his way," said Jocelyn apologetically. "He becomes totally governed by his biological urges..."

Doris watched wide-eyed as Harvey stroked Jocelyn's hairy pussy as though it was a cat.

"...but... ohhhh... such an attentive lover Dee..." panted Jocelyn. "His fingers are... mmmm... so clever..."

"I love you Mrs Besinger," he whispered, kissing her as he fingered her.

"Yes... yes, boy... Oh that's... that's so nice," gasped Jocelyn.

Doris could see how Harvey was making her friend wet. His fingers were dancing over her pussy as though he was playing some bizarre musical instrument... delving inside her pussy... then smearing her wetness up over her clitoris...

...Jocelyn's thick mat of curly greyish-brown pubic hair was becoming more and more glistening and damp...

"He's so... mmm... demanding," said Jocelyn huskily... as though she wasn't enjoying every second of her man's attention. "So virile..."

...his fingers were inside her... two... then three... his thumb brushing over her clitoris...

Soon Jocelyn was moaning softly, her hips rocking against her young husband's hand.

"I think my boy is gorgeous," she gasped in her raspy gravely voice. "Don't yu think he's sexy Dee?

"...perfect... He's perfect..." muttered plump Mrs Herbertson as she knuckled her crotch through her dress...

A part of Doris knew their behavior was for her benefit. They were setting the mood... letting her know it was ok to want it... and it was working. Doris was tremendously excited...

It's going to happen, she thought happily. Harvey's going to fuck me...

"Let's show Doris what you've got in those underpants boy," said Jocelyn. "She's wanted it for ages haven't you Dee?"

"Yessss..." hissed Doris as she pulled her skirt up. "Yessss... show me..."

With practiced ease, Jocelyn released Harvey's big cock from the confines of his white cotton underwear and Doris almost wet herself. There it was, just as she remembered it. That magnificent big prick, the mammoth ten-inch monster, rearing up like a thick one-eyed trouser snake...