Author: Anonymous

About: Everything in Kate's whorehouse ran hot and smooth until the lusty madame tried seducing Elmer Moody, 16-year-old town idiot... and found to her horror she had to defend her blithering lover from an enraged town.

Excerpt:

“How many eggs do ya want?”

“Ma usually starts me on a half dozen.”

“Along with two loaves of bread and a gallon a milk?” I asked.

He looked hurt like a whipped pup.

“Now you're just like all the rest of 'em, Kate. Making fun of me.”

“No I ain't Fact is, I think you're damn nice.”

“You do?” A grin slid out from behind the black cloud on his face and he drooled even faster. “Well, whata ya mean by that?”

I clamped my eyes shut tight and gritted my teeth and tried to pay no attention to my flopping stomach, getting sicker by the minute. Then I opened my eyes and clumped over to him. And we stared in each other's eyes for a minute.

“Want me to show ya?” I asked.

He nodded, with a frown starting, wondering what the goddam hell I was a-gonna do.

I waddled closer, still staring in his eyes, and jammed my fat belly against his flat one. We was about the same height. I hesitated for a minute and gritted my teeth again and shoved my hand down between us, searching around like it does in a hen's nest when it's looking for eggs.

But my hand found more and an egg. Goddam, he had a hunka meat as thick as a tenderloin, and I wondered if it were as long. If it were he'd probably swab my throat with the head of it when he was a-fucking me. My hand squeezed his big prick and tried to jack him off through his pants. His eyes got bigger and a pair a butter plates and he started getting his breath in short pants. And it felt like I was standing under Niagara Falls 'cause he was a-drooling about as much.

My free hand reached out and grabbed the skillet off the fire. There's a time for eating and a time for fucking. And it shore as hell weren't no time for eating. I had a piece of interested meat in my hand and I weren't going to let it get away. But I still wondered if I'd get ripped if I fucked it.

“Goddam but you're big,” I said.

“Yeah. Sir Thomas, our stallion, ain't got a prick as big as me.”

I shuddered and wondered if I oughta go over to Moody's place and proposition Sir Thomas insteada this young idiot. But by now it were too late to back out. 'Cause he had one helluva temper when he were crossed according to everyone. So I weren't about to cross him and wind up carved, like Ella Milligan, who'd been egging him on. Weren't no damage done. But it weren't Elmer's fault that his ma came barging in then. So from the way I heered it, Ella grabbed the eggs she'd come for and took off like a raped rabbit.

I started unbuttoning the front a his jeans and he didn't stop me. Just kept right on a-huffing and a-puffing and a-drooling and a-splattering me.