Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“Ooooh, sweet Jeeee-zusss!” the assistant pastor cried, and clutched his twitching, upthrust cock once again. But he had more sense than to stroke it, while he was so intensely aroused, because he didn’t want his fun to end prematurely.

Thad fucked his thick, meaty tongue in and out of Mae’s spasming cunt-hole, and he could feel her come. He grasped her bouncy breasts and squeezed them. He kept pumping his tongue in her cunt, rounding off her kicking, gasping orgasm. Then he lifted his head.

“Why don’t you try it, Len?” he suggested.

“Ooooh, wowww!” the other man panted. “Should I?”

“Yessss, Len!” his wife cried. “Ooooh God, yesss! You can make me come again, before Thad gets his cock in me! Pleeaasse!”

Thad stepped back, and Len scrambled from his chair. He awkwardly stripped his clothes off, throwing them in all directions, then sprawled onto the rug between his wife’s legs.

Thad watched in sardonic amusement as he drove his rounded, pudgy face into the V of Mae’s thighs. The pastor lightly fingered his own long, uplifted rod…

Mae gazed up at the preacher’s towering prick and at his exposed, hairy balls while her husband nuzzled her cunt. She got the idea that perhaps he had lost his nerve, now that he was down in cunt-licking position. Perhaps the rich, womanly scent of her cunt was giving him pause.

If she had known Thad was going to come over, and that it would lead to a rollicking session for the three of them, she would have taken an afternoon bath. But her lack of recent cleansing hadn’t seemed to bother Thad. It never did. In fact, he had once told her that he liked her to smell like a woman rather than a bar of soap.

She felt the same way about him. Looking up at his splendid penis, standing in full salute above her, she wanted to take the juicy thing into her mouth and suck on it-and she didn’t care if he hadn’t bathed since that morning or even the day before.

She squirmed, wishing that Len would quit tickling her cunt-hairs with his hot breath and get down to business.

“Lick me, darlinnnng!” she said with sweet urgency, and bumped her cunt at him.

He licked it. At first Mae felt just the touch of his tongue, applied with trembling hesitation and quickly withdrawn. But then, as if the initial taste had whetted his appetite-or at least had gotten him over his funk-he swabbed his tongue right up her gaping slit.

“Ooooooh!” she bawled. “That’s IT, Len lover… ooooh, daaaar-linnnnng!”

She clutched his head, mashing his face against her wet fuck-zone, and he slurped noisily, gurgling and groaning. He writhed, rubbing his upward-sandwiched hard cock against the bristly rug.

Thad knelt next to Mae’s head, and she quickly turned toward him, eagerly clutching his long pecker. She tilted it down to her lips. Thad let her lick him.

Len was so deeply engrossed between his wife’s thighs that he didn’t realize it when Thad shoved his prick into her mouth, spreading her sweet lips with the bulbous knob. Her lips locked around his shaft as his cockhead soaked in her warm saliva. She sucked the juice from his small hole.

Abruptly he pulled back, taking his prick from her mouth. Her lips made a lurid smacking sound as they left his plum-colored knob, and his cock whipped upward to bob springily above her face.

She grasped his balls.

He wiggled closer and let his nuts settle against her lips so that she could lick them. She didn’t even mind the heady tang of his perspiration.

Len was digging into her clam-dip by that time, slurping up its rich flavor. He breathed hard as he twisted his head between her thighs.

Thad stood up. “Why don’t you let me fuck her now?” he suggested to the other man.

Len lifted his head. His eyes were a little bleary, and his mouth was wet.

“Fuck her between the titties first!” he rasped.

“Yesss… oooh, yesssss!” Mae hissed hotly. “Fuck my big tits!”

Thad swung astride her middle. She grasped her breasts at their outer sides, lifting the nipple-studded billows and making a deep, inviting cleft between them.

Thad gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and shot it between her tits.

“Ooooooo!” Mae said, enjoying the cool wetness of his saliva, and she rubbed her tits together, getting their inner sides well lubricated.

Then Thad lay his cock between them and, while he hunched, she rubbed her springy, slippery-smooth breasts against his stroking rod.

“Heyyyyy, that’s all right!” her husband said with a grin as he watched.

The purplish-pink knob of Thad’s cock kept rising from between Mae’s titties, thrusting right at her head, which she tilted forward. Her lips lolled juicily. Her tongue appeared.

“Yeeeeaaah!” her husband rasped. “Lick his pecker! Ooooh, shit!”

Thad shoved farther forward, and both men watched as Mae’s pink tongue struck at the gaping slit at his prick’s tip. She managed only some very quick touches, which were agonizingly frustrating to all concerned, until Thad clutched her around the head and yanked her farther forward. His bulging, juicy plum sank into her mouth, and he thought that Len would go ape as he watched his wife suck it.

Her eyes were shut in rapture, her cheeks appealingly flushed, while she cocksucked the pastor. He crawled farther forward, letting her breasts fall away, and he poised himself right above her face so that he could plunge his prick straight downward into her mouth and throat. He fucked her sweet face while he looked at her husband.

Len’s tongue lolled as he stroked his cock rapidly.

“Easy, man!” Thad advised. “We’ve got along way to go yet!”

“Shit, I know it!” the assistant pastor replied. “But I never saw… such an exciting thing…!”

He let his prick go, and the knob-ended, stubby pole jerked twitchingly. His eyes were bulging behind his glasses, and he licked his flabby lips.

“She likes it… she really likes it!” he panted.

“Oooh shit, yes!” Thad replied. “Your wife is one of the best little cocksuckers in town!”

“She… she never sucked mine!” he said plaintively.

“She will, after tonight.”

“Damn, I sure hope so! Fuck her now! I can’t wait!”

Thad backed off, and Mae writhed voluptuously, tossing her blonde head from side to side. She sent both hands down between her splayed, tilted thighs and rubbed the soft, furry edges of her twat.

“Yes, fuck meeee!” she moaned. “Please fuck me! I need your big prick!”

He knelt between Mae’s thighs, grasped his bone-hard rod, and tilted it down so that it was perfectly aligned with her writhing, wet, open cunt. He moved forward. Len avidly watched as the other man’s plug sank into his wife’s meaty socket, to be followed by inch after inch of veined, ridgy shaft until Thad’s balls slapped snugly into her crotch.

“I didn’t think a woman could take that much!” Len said, now kneeling behind Thad, with his head very low, intent upon watching all the action.

So as not to obstruct his friend’s line of vision, Thad kept his thighs spread as he stroked his long, hard cock slowly in and out of Len’s wife. She bumped and twisted. She moaned.

Her cunt reached for each thrust of Thad’s horny organ, seeming to gulp at it and pull it deeply into her rippling flesh. He increased the tempo of his strokes.

“Man, that’s fucking!” Len cried, giggling obscenely as he pulled at his own stubby cock.

Thad rammed Len’s wife so fiercely that the jolts made her tits shake like satin sacks filled with pudding. She moaned and squirmed. She clawed at Thad’s back.

He rocked her to a throbbing, panting orgasm, then pulled his wet prick free. He hadn’t come yet.