Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

Len stared through his horned-rim glasses, obviously excited. Mae was all fluttery as she smiled through her blush. She shut her eyes and began to turn, sensuously weaving her voluptuous body, which was more suited to a stripper than to a small-town religious zealot.

Thad watched with satisfaction as she unzipped the front of her housedress.

Her breasts bobbled out, big and creamy, her pink nipples perkily erect.

“Your wife has great tits, Len,” Thad said, being deliberately crude. The situation seemed to call for it, and it gave him pleasure.

It obviously pleased Len, also, as he chortled, “She sure has, hasn’t she? I’m glad I’m not the only one who appreciates them.”

“On the contrary,” Thad said. “They made my eyes pop as soon as I saw her, and I said to myself, Man, you’re going to have to suck those titties!”

“Have you sucked Mae’s titties, Thad?” her husband asked eagerly as both men watched her twist and turn, her eyes still shut and her cheeks rosily glowing. She was pushing her housedress down off her widely rounded hips.

“I certainly have!” Thad replied, squirming on his chair, because he was already getting a hard-on. “I’ve sawed my prick right up and down between ‘em, too! Mae really likes to get her tits fucked!”

“Sheee-it!” Len exclaimed, and laughed excitedly. “Is that right, Mae? Tell me, baby! Tell both of us!”

“Ooooh, yessss!” she said in a richly sensuous voice as her dress dropped to the floor, leaving her in pink underpants. She brought her hands up underneath her breasts and grasped the full, squidgy mounds. “I just love to feel a long, bone-hard cock stroking up and down between my titties! And to see it, also-surging right toward my face-while the man is sitting on me!”

“Damn!” Len croaked, squirming in his chair and grinning. “Oooh, hell! Keep goin’, baby! This is great!”

Mae squeezed her plump breasts, rubbing them together, and her nipples bulged so far forward that they looked as if they were about to jet from their circular pink launching pads. Thad visually stroked her rounded tummy, which was covered by her full-sized briefs. Her navel peeped hazily through the filmy, peach-colored nylon, just beneath the waist elastic of her panties. Lower, where the silken fabric clung to the secondary curve of her mons, a faint shadow of blonde cunt-fluff could be seen.

Her thighs were full but smooth, the color of rich cream.

She turned, and Thad ogled her ass. He liked women’s asses in panties, especially asses like Mae’s, which were well-rounded and firmly aquiver.

“Ooooh, I feel so looooose!” she said, and shook her tits at her husband. Her buttocks wobbled in the flimsy pants that didn’t quite contain all their bulgy roundness.

“You are not loose!” Thad spoke up. “And you are not wicked! You merely are expressing your natural sensuousness, sharing it with both Len and me.”

“Yessss!” she steamed. “I want to give myself to both of you!”

She faced Thad once again, and her eyes were open, smoldering. Her moist lips were parted. Gazing full at the parson, she curled her thumbs around the elastic band at the top of her panties and slowly stripped the pink nylon down, gathering it in her hands. Her pale tummy peeped out, crowned by a cute belly button. She lowered her panties further, showing the top of her asscrack to her husband and the curly upper edge of her cuntal fluff to Thad.

“Which part of her would you rather look at, Len?” he asked. “Her beautiful backside or her blonde cunt?”

“Oh, I like everything she’s got, Thad!” her husband said exultantly, obviously getting keen perverse pleasure out of discussing his near-naked wife with the other man. Mae seemed to enjoy it, also, as she writhed, stripping her stretchy, inside-out panties down her thighs.

“Doesn’t she have the prettiest cunt you ever saw?” Len continued. “But she’s gotta be spread out on her back for you to really appreciate it, with those goldie curls along the edge of her slit and her pink lips all wet and open!”

“Do you eat that sweet cunt of hers, Len?” the pastor asked.

“Damn, I’ve sure wanted to! But I never had the nerve!”

“Ooooo!” Mae squealed sensuously, and tossed her pink panties at Thad. They struck him in the face, and he grasped them to hold them there.

“These smell delicious!” he said, his rich voice somewhat muffled by the nylon of her panties. He sniffed audibly. “Yessss, their crotch is all perfumed by her cunt!”

“Aaaaw, maaaan!” her husband croaked, and unzipped his trousers.

Mae turned her wide, pleasure-filled eyes his way as he pulled out his rigid penis and began to stroke it.

Thad could see right away why she had taken to his cock so eagerly when she had first seen it. Len had a short one, only about five inches, which gave Thad a three-inch advantage. He took pleasure in realizing that he had pushed far deeper into Mae’s man-loving cunt than her husband had ever gone.

She turned to Thad. “Darling, take out your cock, please!” she panted.

“Don’t call me ‘darling’,” he scolded as he rose. “Your husband is your darling. You and I are only friends.”

“All right!” she smoldered. “But please take out your prick! No!” she added by way of afterthought. “Let me do it!”

“Mae, I didn’t realize you knew those dirty words!” Len said, stroking himself as he remained in his chair.

“They are not dirty,” Thad said, feeling he had to fulfill his role as counselor, even in these circumstances. “They are an honest expression of feeling.”

Mae knelt before him to pull down his pants and shorts.

He had taught her to suck cock, but he guessed she had not gotten up the nerve to do it with her husband. For some reason, Thad didn’t want her to reveal this delightful perversion to her husband yet, and he pushed her back as soon as his lengthy prick whipped free. He kicked off his shoes, trousers and shorts, then stripped his shirt off. Naked except for his socks, he took Mae’s panties and draped them over his rod as he walked around.

She laughed merrily. Len stared, his mouth slack, and kept jacking off.

“Spread out, baby!” Thad said to Mae. “Right on the floor!”

“Yes, Thad! Oooh, yessss!”

The buxom blonde flopped onto her back, careful to point her crotch at her husband, and she raised her fleshy legs into the air, crooking them at the knees and spreading them wide apart.

“There it is!” Len husked, stroking his up-thrust prick faster. “Look at that wet, pink beauty with all the blonde curls around it! Have you ever seen a hotter-looking twat-huh, Thad?”

“Never!” Thad agreed, as he knelt before Mae’s female shrine.

“Ooooh, yeah!” her husband rasped. “Eat the son of a bitch! Stick your tongue in it! Let me watch!”

Thad was careful to approach Mae’s luscious cunt from the side, his cheek stroking one of her uplifted thighs, and he stuck his tongue out.

“Aaaaah!” Len said hoarsely when the quivering tip of Thad’s tongue touched his wife’s cuntal folds, and he had to let go of his pecker lest it shoot off. The rosy-knobbed erection twitched in midair.

Thad licked sensuously up one side of Mae’s lippy sexual slit, then down the other. She cooed and bumped her hips.

“You see, Len?” she panted. “See how… hot it… makes me?”

“Ooooh wow, do I see!” he replied. “Keep lickin’ it, Thad! Get right in there!”

Getting a special pleasure himself out of showing off with Mae in front of her husband, Thad fluttered his tongue-tip against her prominent, erected clitty. Her bottom bounced on the floor. Her legs flexed wide apart in the air.

Thad glided his tongue down her soft, tasty groove, licked the open, throbbing mouth of her vagina, then shoved his tongue into her hole.