Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“Don’t tell me you can just walk off,” she said, “after all the good times we’ve had together! I know you can’t do that. You’re just teasing me- huh, Thad? Just teasing me to see if I give a damn?”

“No, Edna.” He gently dislodged her hold on him and backed her up. “I’ve got to go. Of course, I won’t be leaving for a day or two, because I have arrangements to make. I must make certain that the church here is in good hands.”

“Bullshit!”

“What?” Thad tried to maintain a tolerant smile.

“I said, bullshit!” Edna repeated, even more forcefully. “You don’t give a fart about the silly church, and you know it! It’s some woman you’re chasing! Oooh, how I wish I could see that mother-fucking Mailgram!”

“Edna… how you talk!” he said a bit sadly.

“You’re not above using four-letter words yourself, so don’t give me that holier-than-thou shit! I’m an ordinary person, who’s been knocking around all my life, and so are you. Your religious make-believe doesn’t fool me.”

“It isn’t make-believe, my dear,” Thad replied. “You see, you don’t understand either me or our religion, even after all this time.”

“Hypocrite! Tell me who the woman is!” Edna demanded, her eyes shooting sparks.

“The world is full of women.”

“Don’t I know it! And that’s just the trouble, you prick\ You don’t care who you stick it into, do you? Oooh, don’t worry-I know you’ve been screwing all the women of the congregation, while I’ve been at home, keeping house for you.”

“Edna, I’m afraid there is nothing more to be said,” he stated, turning away.

“Oooh, yes there is!” she railed at his back. “I’m not going to let you do this to me! I don’t mind you tomcatting around, as long as you come home to me! But when you talk about walking out, that’s another kettle of beans, mister!”

He strode from the room.

Edna followed, her pert breasts jiggling in the nude. “I’ll ruin you! I’ll find out where you’re going, and I’ll tell them what a sonofabitch you are! You won’t get started building up another church!”

He stopped, spun around, and slapped her so viciously across the face that he knocked her off her feet. She landed hard on her panties on the floor.

“Ooooooh!” she wailed, as much from rage and frustration as from physical hurt.

Thaddeus stomped from the house. He got into his car and began to drive, having no fixed destination at first, but then realizing that he would have to see Len Carpenter, who was the assistant pastor and the logical choice to take over the congregation.

In his travels, which had begun in his home state of Tennessee a dozen years ago, Thad had established branches of his church in several states. A couple had since broken away, but the rest had remained loyal, because he had called back on them frequently, and they continued to send him a small percentage of their financial proceeds. It was a good racket, not calculated to make a man wealthy, but permitting him to live the good life and keep moving. That was what Thad required. If he ever were to settle down, he firmly believed, he would die.

The Carpenters lived in a modest house on the edge of town. Len was an insurance agent, in addition to working in the church. His wife was a stay-at-home woman who gave the impression of being very devout. She doted on the fundamentalist aspects of the religion without practicing its libertarian concepts-except with Thad. He had gotten to her, of course, and had found her a hell of a screw.

The beauty of Thad’s religion was that its precepts were sufficiently elastic to cover just about anything a person wanted to do, while giving them a sense of security and sanctification, also. He emphasized the free-wheeling aspects of the faith only when it served his personal purposes to do so, or when a “sinning” church-member came to him in guilty torment and sought absolution. He made them feel a lot better, whether he fucked them or not. Not all of the enthusiastic adherents to the faith were female and, of those, certainly not all were attractive. Thad made them all feel good, when they really needed it, and that was one of the reasons that his church was so popular.

He had removed the masochism from religion and set the people free. In so doing, he truly believed that he was serving God.

He parked in front of the Carpenters’ house, got out, and walked up the cracked strip of concrete to the front door. A little girl came bounding off the porch to greet him.

“Hello, Cindy!” he said with a big smile. “Are your mommy and daddy home?”

“My mommy is, Pastor Polk!” the six-year-old replied.

“Well, good! I’ll just walk right in and have a talk with her, if I may.”

All good homemakers were preparing dinner at that hour, and Mae Carpenter was no exception. The buxom blonde was busy at the stove when Thad walked up behind her. But she-unlike Edna a little while ago-was fully dressed. Thad was out of gas, anyway.

“Hello, Mae,” he said, and she jumped.

“Oooh, my Lord!” she exclaimed. “Thaddeus, you nearly frightened me out of a year’s growth!”

He chuckled and sat on a kitchen chair.

Mae made a few quick adjustments at the range, then looked around anxiously. “Well, uh, Len will be home in a little while… ”

“That’s okay,” Thad smiled. “I’m in no big hurry to see him.”

It was a perfectly innocent remark, as far as Thaddeus was concerned. For once, he had no ulterior motive. But Mae didn’t take it that way.

A smile wreathing her round, doll-like face, she hurried to him and plumped herself onto his lap. She unzipped her dress-front, reached inside, and brought out a full, quivering breast.

“Wouldn’t you like an appetizer before dinner?” she asked.

The pastor stared at Mac’s milk-white tit with its jutting pink nipple, and he touched his lips with his tongue. Still, he hesitated.

“Well, don’t make me feel cheap, Thaddeus!” she said, a blush coming to her face.

He bowed his head slightly, tilting it to the side, and he licked the rigid, pale-pink protrusion on the rounded, trembling titty that she held.

“Ooooh, that makes my day!” she exclaimed, lowering her lashes sensuously and keeping her moist, pouty lips apart. She rotated her rich titty, dragging the super-stiff nipple all around Thad’s tongue.

“Suck it!” she finally ordered, and he opened his mouth to take her nipple in.

His lips drew at the tasty titbit, finally stretching it well out, then letting it snap free. The nipple nodded on its bouncy base, gleaming wetly with his saliva.

“Try the other one!” Mae lasciviously invited, and pulled her second eye-popper out.

Thad sucked that breast, also. Soon he was turning from one to the other, using a large hand to squeeze whichever luscious orb he wasn’t sucking, and his penis hardened against the woman’s warm lap.

“We’ve got time for a quickie before Len gets home,” she said, wriggling against his risen cock.

“Does he… know about us yet?” Thad asked, breathing hard after the strenuous sucking.

“Yes, I told him,” she replied, surprising Thad. She twisted her shoulders, gently slapping her lush titties against the minister’s cheeks. “I thought it was only right and proper to do that and… “ She giggled. “… he didn’t seem to mind! In fact, he wanted to know all the details. He even said he wished he could watch us some time!”

“Ooooh, shit!” Thaddeus groaned, and sucked a big titty into his mouth once again. He rolled his eyes toward the kitchen door as his lips and tongue pulled at Mac’s nipple.

Again he let the goody pop free. “Your little girl might come in.”