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Petticoat Junction premiered in 1963. Bea Benaderet played Kate Bradley,
a widow innkeeper, with three lovely daughters. Most of the action in the
early days involved her trying to keep the railroad company from shutting
down the Cannonball, the last steam-driven locomotive in their line, since
that would cause the shutdown of the Shady Rest Hotel.
These take place in 1968, before the passing of Bea Benaderet.
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Petticoat Junction
(Let's all sing!)
Come ride the little train that is rollin' down the tracks to the Junction.
Forget about your cares, it is time to relax at the Junction.
Lots of curves, you bet! Even more, when you get
To the Junction. (Petticoat Junction)
There's a little hotel called the Shady Rest at the Junction.
It is run by Kate, come and be her guest at the Junction.
And there's Uncle Joe, he's a-movin' kinda slow
At the Junction. (Petticoat Junction!)
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Kate Bradley sat in front of her vanity, brushing her hair. She was still
wearing her flannel nightgown, the buttons down the front were undone.
She set down the brush, and started rolling her hair up into her normal
bun. As she raised her arms up over her head, her nightgown opened up,
revealing her milky-white breasts.
She glanced in the mirror, and blushed. Even though she was alone in the
room, it embarrassed her to be so ... exposed.
She quickly reached down and buttoned her nightgown, glancing from side to
side as if somebody might walk in on her.
Quickly completing her bun, she stood up and went to the closet, and
selected her wardrobe for the day. She dressed quickly, scrambling into
her Playtex long-line bra, girdle, and a long skirt, and high-necked
blouse. She debated briefly about wearing hose, but decided against them,
since her legs were covered by the skirt.
She stepped into her comfortable shoes, and headed downstairs to the
kitchen.
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Joe Carson was dragging his butt out of bed as well. He grumbled about
having to get up so early, and reached under his mattress for a magazine to
read in the bathroom.
He pulled out a copy of Playboy, and headed down the hallway.
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The Cannonball chugged down the tracks toward the Shady Rest. The brakes
squealed as the little locomotive pulled up next to the water tower. Floyd
Smoot swung out and snagged the funnel, and pushed it into the water inlet
for the steam engine.
He banged on the side of the tower.
Charlie Pratt leaned out of the window, and hollered, "What are you doing?"
"Just givin' fair warning," Floyd smiled back.
Charlie frowned.
"The Bradley sometimes go skinny-dippin' in there," Floyd shouted.
"Oh," Charlie nodded.
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Joe listened as he sat down on the toilet. He could hear the rush of water
in the shower room next door. He ran through a mental list of guests,
which was not difficult, since it consisted of one.
He smiled. It was a pretty lady doctor, stopping here on her way to...
where did she say? Doesn't matter.
He reached over and took down the flower on the wall next to him.
He lifted a flap in the wallpaper, revealing a small hole. He
leaned over, and put his eye to the hole.
The glass lens screwed into the distorted his view somewhat, but it
gave him a full view of the shower stall. She was turned away from him,
but he could tell it was the lady doctor, because of her hair-color.
She turned, slowly rinsing under the spray, and Joe got an eyeful of a
full, womanly pair of breasts, little streams of water pouring off her dark
nipples. Below, a dark patch of pubic hair gave lie to her reddish hair
color.
He felt a familiar stirring in his loins, and reached down, to stroke his
stiffening member, slowly and quietly. The Playboy dropped off his knee,
forgotten, on the floor.
She soaped her body again, her fingers lingering on her nipples, as if she
were enjoying herself.
Joe sighed.
Her hands slid down to her crotch, soaping herself between the legs. She
bent her knees a little, washing farther back. Joe could swear he saw a
finger disappear for a moment, but... now she was rinsing again.
She turned her back again, standing too close to the peephole for a second
or two, then she turned again and turned off the water. She opened the
shower door, and reached around to retrieve her towel, hanging on the
outside of the door.
Joe gasped when she dropped the towel, because she bent over to grab it,
and flashed the pink pucker of her asshole at him. He began to stroke
himself faster, as she towelled herself off, then stepped naked out the
shower door and to the sink across from the stall.
"Stay open...stay open," Joe muttered, as the shower door started to close.
But the door didn't listen. It slowly closed, shutting off Joe's view.
Joe settled back on the toilet, continuing to stroke his cock, until he
finally pushed it down towards the water in the toilet, grunted, and
unloaded his semen into the bowl.
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The water level dropped like the rear tank of a toilet, flowing out the
bottom of the tower. Bettie Jo, Bobbie Jo and Billie Jo stood naked
against the inside walls of the tank, shivering slightly in the cool air.
Finally, the flow stopped, leaving just eight inches of water in the bottom
of the tank. The listened breathlessly as the Cannonball rolled
forward, and chugged out of hearing.
Bettie Jo sighed. "I guess that's all the swimming for today."
Bobbie Jo nodded. "It'll be a couple of hours before the windmill can
refill it."
"Anybody have any ideas what we can do, then?" Billie Jo smiled?
Bettie Jo grinned. "I've got a couple..."
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The offices of the CF&W Railroad were spartan, and had not been remodeled
since the turn of the century. Stacks of books -- ledgers and schedules --
were piled on the shelves under inches of dust.
But Homer Bedloe's office was an exception to the general rule. While it
had not been remodeled either, it was perfectly clean; a little peccadillo
of his.
Bedloe sat at his desk, his glasses primly perched on the end of his nose
as he read the latest ledger sheets. All of the branches of the line were
showing a profit... save one. He frowned at the sheet.
It was a minor loss; measured in cents rather than dollars. But it was a
loss, none the less.
"Looks like it's time for another little trip to Hooterville," he muttered.
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Bettie Jo slid her fingers down Billie Jo's body, pausing just seconds over
her pink-tipped breasts, into the light-colored fuzz between Billie Jo's
legs.
Billie Jo returned the favor, as Bettie Jo lifted one foot to set it on the
low bench around the base of the tower. Billie Jo's fingers slid inside
Bettie Jo's tight, pussy.
"Oh gosh," Bettie Jo said, as Billie Jo's fingertips found her clit.
Bobbie Jo moved around them, kneeling down behind Bettie Jo.
Bobbie Jo sat back on her heels in the cool water, which lapped at her as she leaned forward to kiss Bettie Jo's smooth, white bottom.
"Mmmmm," Bettie Jo moaned. "Why don't we go back to the Shady Rest? We'd
be much more comfortable..."
Billie Jo reached up and pulled down their clothing from a hook, and handed
it to the others. They started dressing quickly, the sooner to get naked
again...
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Dr. Craig dressed slowly in her room. She glanced at her reflection
in the mirror, then looked again. Was it her imagination, or had the
stress-lines in her face softened?
She leaned closer, examining the reflection in the glass. No, it wasn't
her imagination. She did look... younger... more relaxed.
She smiled at herself. Small town life agreed with her. Perhaps she
should come here to practice. But this town only had room for one doctor,
and there was already Doc Stuart...
Resuming her dressing, she hummed a little tune.
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The quietly climbed the back stairs, and slipped into Bettie Jo's
room. They locked the door behind them, and quickly undressed.
Bettie Jo lay back on the bed, and Billie Jo knelt between her legs.
Billie Jo gently opened Bettie Jo's labia with her fingertips, then pressed
forward, extending her tongue, to caress Bettie Jo's rapidly growing clit.
Bobbie Jo watched for a moment, then climbed up on the bed. She moved
slowly into position over Bettie Jo's head, facing "south" so she could
watch the action in Bettie Jo's crotch, as she lowered her wet over
Bettie Jo's mouth.
As her contacted Bettie Jo's lips, Bettie Jo responded by fastening
them around Bobbie Jo's clit, gently, as her tongue rolled over the
tip of the nubbin.
Bettie Jo began to moan, and the vibrations of her voice added to the
sensation in Bobbie Jo's groin; she felt a stream of love-honey flow from
her pussy, drenching Bettie Jo's face. Bettie Jo began to shiver, and
Bobbie Jo slid back. She lifted Bettie Jo's head, and held it in her lap
as Bettie Jo shook with orgasm.
Billie Jo looked up and grinned. "My turn," she whispered.
She leaned back, and Bettie Jo rolled over on her belly. Billie Jo climbed
up on the bed, and lay on her back. Bobbie Jo leaned forward, and plunged
between Billie Jo's thighs, while straddling her head -- a classic
sixty-nine position.
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Kate put the apron on over her head, and reached behind and tied the
strings. She went to the walk-in refrigerator and pulled out two fresh
chickens, and began to cut them up for her Southern fried chicken.
She paused and listened for a moment, trying to use her maternal radar to
find her daughters... wherever they were, they seemed to be safe and happy.
She whistled a little tune as she wielded the butcher's knife, deftly
cutting the chickens into fryable pieces.
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Dr. Craig walked out the front doors of the Shady Rest, and slid into a
rocking chair on the porch. She slowly rocked back and forth, enjoying the
bright sunshine out beyond the large shade trees that stood just beyond the
porch.
Thinking to save some of the peace and tranquility, she pointed her
Polaroid out at the trees and pressed the button. She pulled out
the paper tab, then the tab, glancing at her watch. After a minute
ticked by, she peeled the from the backing, and admired the
finished print.
She set the and down, and leaned back in the chair.
She sat with a little smile on her lips, and closed her eyes. So relaxing,
so pleasant... so... She slipped into a light sleep.
Uncle Joe stepped out the front door, about to let the screen door slam
behind him, he spotted Dr. Craig sleeping in his rocker. He caught the
door in time, and eased it closed. He stood at the door, admiring her long
legs and slim form, the exact curves of which were by her loose
dress, but which he remembered quite well from the shower.
He stood a long moment looking at her. She opened her eyes, spotted Joe,
and smiled.
"It's so nice here," she said, softly. "I think I could spend the rest of
my life here."
Joe nodded. "Yep. That's what a lot of folks say."
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Billie Jo and Bobbie Jo convulsed in mutual orgasm, their bodies pressed
together. Bobbie Jo rolled over and off of Billie Jo's quivering body.
The three women lay side-by-side-by-side while they caught their
breath.
Bettie Jo suddenly gasped. "My gosh," she said, "look at the time! Mom'll
kill us!"
They rose quickly and redonned their clothing, then headed down the hallway
to the bathroom to wash up.
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The scent of Kate's fried chicken drifted out through the screen door. Dr.
Craig's nose picked it up, and she grinned.
"Smells delicious," she said.
Joe, sitting in the other chair, his feet on the railing, nodded. "Nothing
better in this county than Kate's fried chicken. Unless maybe it's her pot
roast."
"I'd better go get ready for lunch," said, and rose from the chair.
Joe hopped up and opened the screen door for her, then sat back in his own
chair, enjoying the lingering scent of her perfume. He picked up his
whittling stick, and pulled his pocket knife from his trousers.
A car pulled up to the side of the hotel. Oliver Douglas got out, and
bounced up the steps onto the porch.
"Lunchtime, Mr. Douglas?"
"Exactly," Douglas smiled, and headed through the screen door.
Joe started to rock as he whittled.
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Oliver Douglas moved quickly through the lobby, as Dr. Craig descended the
stairs. Douglas stopped.
"Hello," Dr. Craig smiled. "I'm Craig."
"Oliver Douglas. Pleased to meet you," Douglas smiled. He cocked his
head. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"That's not a very original line, you know."
Oliver shook his head and smiled. "No, I mean I think I've seen you
somewhere... Didn't you used to have a dog? A big dog... a collie?"
"No," smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "I think you must be lost in
space." She stepped down the final two steps to the lobby floor. "Are you
here for lunch?"
"Yes," Oliver adjusted his tie. "And it smells delicious."
They walked together toward the dining room.
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The three tumbled down the back steps into the Shady Rest kitchen.
"It's about time you got up," Kate said. "Now get this food out to
the dining room. And call Uncle Joe."
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The lunch passed quickly; the chicken was too delicious to waste time
talking over it. Having stuffed himself, Oliver leaned back in his chair
and patted his stomach.
"Dessert, Mr. D.?" Bettie Jo asked.
"What's on the menu?" Douglas asked.
"Blueberry pie," said Billie Jo.
"Apple pie," said Bobbie Jo.
"And Blackberry pie," chimed in Bettie Jo.
"Mmmmm," Douglas mused. "I think I'll have the apple pie."
Bobbie Jo winked at him.
"Would you mind if I took it out on the porch?" Douglas asked.
Kate shook her head. "Not at all."
Bobbie Jo headed for the kitchen, and Douglas stood up and headed for the
front door.
Dr. Craig looked up at Bettie Jo. "I'll take blueberry."
Bettie Jo smiled and said, "Be right back. Mom? Uncle Joe?"
Kate looked up. "Not for me, thanks."
Joe glanced up from his third helping of chicken. "No, not yet."
Bettie Jo headed toward the kitchen.
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Oliver walked through the lobby, then glanced behind him to make sure
nobody was following. Then he dashed up the front stairs, avoiding the
fourth stair -- it creaked.
At the top of the stairs, he took a left, and went down the hallway. He
rounded a corner, and a hand reached out, grabbing his tie.
A soft pair of lips found his; a tongue snaked its way into his mouth, and
a warm pair of pressed against his front.
The kiss broke, and a soft voice whispered, "I got your apple right
here, sir." She guided his hand to the wet place between her legs.
They tumbled into the open doorway, closed and locked the door behind them.
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The limousine pulled up beside the small railway station. Homer Bedloe
extracted himself from the back seat, and stepped over to the railing. His
fingers drummed on the railing, the other hand fishing for his pocket
watch.
"Late again," Bedloe muttered.
A train whistle sounded, and the little locomotive steamed around the
curve, pulling into the station and stopping.
Bedloe climbed into the passenger car, and took a seat.
Charlie and Floyd peered back into the passenger car from the rear of the
coal car.
"Uh-oh," said Floyd, "Looks like more trouble."
"Yep," agreed Charlie. They waved at Bedloe.
"Get this thing moving," Bedloe called out. "You're late."
The two trainmen moved up into the locomotive, and started the train moving
up the tracks toward the Shady Rest.
The limousine driver watched the train pull away from the station, shook
his head, climbed back into his car, and steered it away from the station
back to the city.
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Bobbie Jo's nubile, naked body writhed on the bed, as Oliver's tongue dug
deep into her slit, expertly exciting her clitoris as he drank of her
fountain.
"Yes," she panted, "yes, yes...ooooh, yes!"
Her thighs clamped around his ears. He pushed two fingers up inside her,
pressing them upward as he gently on her clit.
"Ohhh!" Bobbie Jo moaned, "Oh gosh!"
Her hips bucked, tilting back, as her clamped down on his fingers,
her body shaking with the force of orgasm. She shook her head from side to
side, her hair flailing across the bed.
She lay and shook a moment, as Oliver lifted his head. Bobbie Jo sat up,
grabbed Oliver's ears, and pulled his head up, planting a kiss on his lips,
licking her juices from them.
Oliver stood up. Bobbie Jo reached for his waistband, unfastened his
pants, letting them drop to the floor. Oliver stepped out of them, and
stripped off his loosened tie and shirt, standing before her now in his
boxer shorts.
Bobbie Jo reached into the small opening in the front of his shorts and
pulled out his penis, erect and drooling. She leaned forward, lowering her
lips around the tip, her tongue rolling over his cockhead.
She looked up at him, and shook her head, her hair cascading around her
shoulders.
She lay back on the bed, lifted and spread her knees. "C'mon, baby. Let's
do it."
Oliver climbed up on the bed, and slid between her creamy thighs. His
penis bumped against her labia as he tongued her nipples, then as he kissed
his way up her chest and neck, his cock slid easily inside her.
"Yes..." Bobbie Jo whispered into his ear. "Plow me, farm-boy, plow my
furrow."
He began to take long, deep strokes, as his hips moved easily up and down.
He nuzzled her neck, breathing heavily.
Bobbie Jo's nails raked his back gently, as she neared orgasm once again.
Oliver held his breath, and his hips pressed forward, pushing his cock
deeply inside her. She gasped, and her vaginal muscles clasped at his
penis, just as he burst inside her.
"Ahhhoooooooooohhhh," she breathed, and Oliver released his breath,
collapsing on her body.
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Dr. Craig took her coffee cup and saucer out to the front porch. Following
right behind her was Joe.
"That's funny," said, sitting in Joe's rocker. "I thought Mr.
Douglas was out here."
"I thought so too," Joe said. "His car's still here."
The train whistle sounded, as the train pulled around the bend. It slowed,
then stopped at the little gazebo at the bottom of the path. One passenger
got out.
Joe stood up and leaned forward against the post. "Oh, shit."
"What is it?" asked.
"Trouble. With a capital 'T'. Homer Bedloe, the railroad executive who
wants to shut down the Cannonball."
Dr. Craig frowned. "Now why would he want to...?"
"Because he's a black-hearted, flinty-toed, steel-eyed, son-of-a-scrooge,"
Joe growled.
Kate appeared at the door, drying her hands on a dish-towel. "Is that
Homer Bedloe?" she asked.
"Yeah."
Kate stared, angrily, at the figure standing at the gazebo below. Then she
squared her shoulders, straightened her back, and said, "Well, I'm ready
for him -- this time."
She disappeared back inside the Hotel. Joe and stared after her a
moment, then followed her inside.
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Oliver Douglas slipped out the back door of the Shady Rest, with one last
kiss from Bobbie Jo. He stepped around to his car, and making sure nobody
was looking, he slowly pulled away from the Hotel.
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Homer Bedloe strode through the Hotel lobby, and rang the bell. Kate
appeared in the doorway.
"Mr. Bedloe," she smiled broadly, "how nice of you to drop in!"
"Mrs. Bradley," he frowned. "I'm not here to have a fight with you..."
"Neither am I," Kate smiled. "We've had our differences, Mr. Bedloe,
but..."
"But you've always gotten your way, Mrs. Bradley. You don't win fair, but
you win."
"Don't be a sore loser, Mr. Bedloe."
"The point is, this branch of the railroad is losing money. Nothing you
can do can change that point."
Kate looked at him a moment, then she squared her shoulders again. She
glanced to each side to make sure they were alone. She leaned forward,
lowering her voice.
"Mr. Bedloe, I've done everything I can think of to save the Cannonball
and the Shady Rest; everything but offer you my body."
She paused a moment to guage his reaction. She could see a hint of in
his cheeks. She reached across the desk and placed her hand on his.
"Is that what you want?" she asked. "My body?"
He gulped; he glanced away.
She picked up his hand, and held it between hers.
"That IS what you want, isn't it?" Her voice was soft, gentle and
soothing. She pulled his hand to her chest, letting his fingertips brush
her left breast.
She saw him gulp again, and his fingers extended, pressing against her
breast. Kate felt her nipple start to harden, and hoped he could feel it,
too.
Holding his hand, she stepped around the end of the desk, and led him
stumbling up the main staircase.
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Joe hung up the telephone. "He's on his way. How much film you have in
that fancy of yours?"
Janet glanced at the paper strip sticking out of the side of the camera.
"Six pictures left, and two flashcubes..."
"That ought to be plenty. Let's go down and wait for them."
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Kate led Bedloe to a guest room. She opened the door with her pass key,
and led him through the door. She closed the door behind her.
Bedloe reached for the light switch.
"No," she said, softly. "No lights..."
She took him into her arms, gently nuzzing his long, bony neck. His arms
wrapped around her, his fingers moving over her back.
She stepped back slightly, and loosened his bow tie. She unbuttoned his
shirt, sliding her hands inside, pinching his nipples.
He shivered -- in anticipation? -- and she bent down and rubbed her nose
against his bare, hairless chest.
She pushed him backward toward the bed, and as his legs met the edge of the
bed, he sat down. She reached up to her throat and slowly unbuttoned her
blouse, ever-so-slowly allowing more and more of her milky-white skin to
appear.
"Get undressed," she whispered, huskily.
Bedloe nodded, nervously. He struggled with his shirt, before he realized
he was still wearing his suit jacket.
He stood up, fumbling with his clothing, as Kate stepped backward toward
the dresser.
He stood beside the bed, in just his white boxer shorts. Kate opened a
drawer on the dresser, and pulled out a black piece of cloth.
She stepped forward again, running her fingers across his chest again.
"Would you mind if I blindfolded you while I undress? I'm very shy."
"Umm....uh..." stammered Homer.
"I didn't think you would," Kate said, softly. She tied the black cloth
over his eyes.
His hands reached out to touch her; she allowed him to put a hand on her
shoulder as she removed her blouse. Although he could not see her, she was
standing before him in her long-line bra. His hand slipped down, his
fingertips tracing the bra strap, then the cup.
She shuddered as his fingers found her nipple, then she stepped back.
"I have another idea," she cooed. She stepped over to the dresser and
pulled out more fabric strips.
She walked quickly back to the bed, and took his left hand. She wrapped
one piece of fabric around it.
"Wait, what are you..." Homer started.
"Shhhh--" she shushed him, stroking his head with her hand. She pushed him
back in the bed, and pulled his legs up and around so that he was lying in
the middle of the bed.
She pulled his arm up, and tied the fabric loop around the head of the bed.
"Hey!" he cried. He reached for the blindfold, but she grabbed his hand,
and wrapped the other fabric loop around it.
"Don't spoil it," Kate said, softly. "This is going to be great. You'll
love it!"
She tied his other hand to the headboard quickly. He began to struggle,
but she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down, pressing her cheek
against his, allowing her to brush his chest.
He calmed down considerably.
She pulled back, running her hands down his chest, pinching his nipples,
until she reached the waistband of his boxer shorts. She reached around
his waist, and pressed upward on his buttocks.
He got the idea, and lifted his butt off the bed, and she pulled the boxers
over his hips, freeing his penis, which stood up before her.
She pulled the boxers on off his legs, then turned her attention to his
cock. It was not terribly large; but it was very stiff. Even with his
hesitation about being tied up, he was still excited about it.
It had been quite a while since she had handled one of those.
She took it gently in her fingers, running them down the veined shaft, then
cupped his balls in one hand, as a sticky drop of clear fluid leaked from
the tip.
There was a single, soft tap at the door. Kate coughed to cover the sound.
"Let me get undressed now," she whispered.
Bedloe nodded his blindfolded head.
Kate slid off the bed. Very quietly, she opened the door. Uncle Joe and
the Doctor came in the room. Kate turned on the light, and retrieved her
blouse.
Joe was carrying something wrapped in a towel. Motioning for Kate to
follow, he stepped over to the bed. He pointed to the foot of the bed.
Kate took her position.
Joe set the bundle between Bedloe's outstretched legs, and unwrapped it.
Arnold the shook himself lightly, then moved slowly up to Bedloe's
crotch.
He nosed Bedloe's balls gently, and Bedloe moaned. Arnold moved closer,
and his tongue traced the veins on Bedloe's cock.
Bedloe moaned louder.
Arnold lifted himself higher, licking the full length of Bedloe's cock.
Kate made a moaning noise, and Dr. Craig stifled a giggle.
Bedloe moaned again, as Arnold began to suck on the end of his cock.
Kate reached down and shook the bed and moaned.
Dr. Craig's flashed, as she took a of the cock-sucking pig.
She pulled out the picture, and moved around to the foot of the bed, and
took a full-length photo.
Bedloe was moaning very loudly now; oblivious to everything but the
sensation of what he thought was Kate on him.
He started to buck his hips, Arnold pulled back and looked up at Joe.
Joe nodded. Arnold attacked the man's cock again, taking it deeper into
his mouth, his snout pressed against the man's pubic hair.
"Oh gosh, Mrs. Bradley," Bedloe cried, "I think I'm going to...
aaaauuuuuhhh!"
Arnold backed up as Bedloe ejaculated, globs of white semen spurting from
his erection like a miniature volcano, and landing on his belly.
Dr. Craig snapped another picture.
Kate moved up to Bedloe's head, and motioned Arnold closer to his cock.
She took hold of the blindfold, and counted with her fingers to Dr. Craig;
on three, she pulled off the blindfold, and Dr. Craig snapped the
identifying photograph.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Bedloe bellowed, looking around at the
others.
"It looks like you've been caught it a bit of nastiness, Mr. Bedloe," Joe
said. "I think it's called 'beastie-ality'."
Kate leaned in closer. "It's also called blackmail, Mr. Bedloe. I don't
expect to hear any more from you, unless you would like to see these
photographs made public." She held up the Polaroid pictures in front of
him.
Bedloe collapsed back on the bed. "You win, Mrs. Bradley. Like I said
before, you don't win fair, but you win."
Kate grinned at Joe and Dr. Craig. "Thanks."
She pocketed the pictures, and walked out to the hallway.
Joe picked up Arnold, and he and Dr. Craig started after Kate toward the
door.
"Wait a minute," Bedloe hollered. "Aren't you going to untie me?"
"Later," Joe said, turning toward him. "Much later."
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Downstairs, Joe handed Arnold back to Mrs. Ziffel.
"He was surprisingly good at it," Joe smiled.
"Not surprising at all," Mrs. Ziffel said. "It was the first thing 'The
Mister' taught him to do." She winked at Joe. "Let me know if you need to
'borry' him again."
She carried Arnold out the front door and down the path to her truck.
Joe watched the truck depart, then felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned
his head, to see Dr. Craig standing beside him.
"Did that turn you on?" asked.
"Which part?"
"Any of it."
"Well..." Joe looked into her face; it was somewhat flushed. She winked at
him.
"I do have one more night of my vacation," she said. She leaned into his
ear and whispered, "Want to share it?"
Joe grinned. "Sure," he whispered back. "But no pigs!"
She took hold of one of his suspenders and headed for the stairs, with him
following close behind.
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Kate sat down at the vanity in her room. She took off her blouse, and
looked at the reflection in the mirror.
"Not too bad for an widow lady after all," she muttered, and grinned at
herself in the mirror.
She glanced over at the clock. "Oh my gosh," she gasped. "It's time to
get supper ready." She grabbed her blouse, thought about it a second, and
tossed it aside. She got out another; a lower-cut one. As she slipped it
on, she said to herself, "If you've got it, flaunt it."
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As Kate arrived in the kitchen, she discovered her three daughters starting
on supper already. She slipped up beside Bettie Jo, and whispered, "Tell
me about Mr. Douglas' dessert."
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The next day:
Oliver Douglas put down his fork, and patted his stomach. "Wonderful meal,
Mrs. Bradley, as usual."
Bettie Jo smiled and said, "Dessert, Mr. D.? Blueberry Pie?"
"Cherry pie?" asked Bobbie Jo.
"Apple pie?" asked Billie Jo.
"Pineapple Upside-Down Cake?" asked Kate.
Douglas blinked twice, then a broad smile broke over his face.
Dr. Craig wiped her mouth with her napkin, and said, "I'd love to stay for
cherry pie, but I think the Cannonball is due."
"I'll pack you some to go," Bettie Jo offered.
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Uncle Joe carried Janet's bags down to the gazebo, and put them aboard the
Cannonball. As he turned back around, she met him with a quick kiss.
"I'll be back," she whispered.
"I'll be waiting," he whispered back.
Homer Bedloe leaned out from the passenger car. "Let's get this thing
moving," he hollered, "we're behind schedule. Again."
"Keep your pants on, Homer," Joe hollered back. Then in a softer voice, he
added, "literally!"
He helped Dr. Craig aboard, and watched as the little train blew its
whistle, and chugged around the bend.
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When they ring the dinner bell at the Shady Rest Hotel at the Junction
Folks'll walk a country mile for the chicken country-style at the Junction
But the dishes to observe are the pretty who serve at the Junction.
Petticoat Junction!
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the end
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