Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

After helping the groggy woman to her feet, he gave her a shove and she pitched forward across the arm of an upholstered chair. Her big ass stuck into the air, quivering.

Thad yanked her buttocks apart and swabbed his wet cockhead up and down the groove between the lush mounds, across the brown, crinkly indentation of her anus.

“Not there!” Len cried, staring. “You’ll hurt her!”

“Oh shit, no!” Thad replied. “She loves to get her ass screwed! Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, I love it!” Mae said, her voice partially muffled by the chair-seat. “Stick your cock up my asshole! NOWWWW!”

Clutching the trunk of his cock with one hand while he held her buttocks apart with the tips of his other fingers, he let her husband watch while he twisted his wet, bulging glans against her converging anal puckers.

“Oooooh, God!” Len moaned, as if in religious rapture. “I never hoped to see this!”

He watched his wife’s asshole blossom to the thrust of Thad’s prick. A rim of rosy inner membrane was exposed, spreading wider and wider, and she moaned loudly-whether in pain or in lust, the men couldn’t tell; perhaps it was both. Her asshole seemed to gobble up Thad’s relentlessly penetrating cockhead until, unbelievably to Len, she had warmly enveloped the entire knob.

Thad bared his teeth and grunted as he pushed deeper into her ass.

“Ooooh, sweet mother of God!” Len groaned, stroking his own pecker wildly as he watched Thad’s rod sink inch by inch into Mae’s rectum.

After Thad had given her about half his length, he began to stroke. He continued to hold her buttocks apart as he pumped slowly in and out of her anus, moving only an inch or so each way. Her rosy ring unfurled each time he withdrew, then rolled inward with his thrusts.

He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and he spanked their flanks lightly, chuckling, as he fucked up and down in between her vibrating mounds.

“Aaaarrrrgh!” Len rasped, and his prick spurted in the circle of his hand, sending long arcs of semen looping into the air to splatter down onto the rug.

Thad fucked Mae’s asshole faster. Her bottom bobbed above the chair’s arm as she writhed and moaned heatedly. Thad reached underneath his stroking rod to fondle the hard protrusion of her clit.

“OOOOH… OOOOH… FUCK MY FILTHY ASS!” she cried, and came.

Thad pulled his stained prick from her. It flipped straight up and shot towering spurts of joy-juice into the air. They dropped wetly onto Mae’s back and onto her blonde head, while she kept writhing and moaning, rubbing her tingling clit against the arm of the chair.

Only Thad could see the huddled figure of the Carpenters’ child, peeping at the lascivious scene from the stair landing. It pleased him to think that she had watched it all. Education of all kinds was good for children, he believed.

“Do you really have to leave town? “ Len asked him later, as they stood with Mae at the front door.

“Yes, I must. The cause of our church must be advanced, and Sister Marcella has found a new location for us. I must join her and make the arrangements.”

“You mean, make her, don’t you?” Mae challenged, sounding no longer like the strait-laced, pious prude she had been when Thad had come to town.

“Mae, you know better than to speak in those terms,” he said stiffly. “We don’t make one another in this faith.”

Her only reply was a jealous pout.

“Aaw, honey, we can get along just fine now!” her husband opined, nibbling at her ear.

“That’s the idea,” Thad said, and smiled. “I’ll see you at the church tomorrow, Len, and well put the books and papers in order. But for now, why don’t you and Mae trot on upstairs and have yourselves a good, old-fashioned fuck?”

“It will be good,” Len promised, “but it won’t be old-fashioned. No, sir. Never again.”

As Thad turned to leave, Mae pressed against him. “Thanks, Thad,” she murmured into his ear. “And I’m sorry for what I just said.”

He gave her an affectionate pat on the bottom.

He felt proud of himself as he drove home.

Thad entered his house quietly, hoping not to rouse Edna. He’d had enough fucking for one day-and he didn’t want to fight, either.

He undressed in the dark living room and crept silently to the bedroom which he and Edna shared. It was his hope, however, that their bad scene that afternoon had caused her to move to the guest room-or, better yet, had prompted her to walk out.

But he had no such luck.

He saw the outline of her form in his bed as he approached it. He stood for a few moments, looking down at her, the moonlight touching her soft cheek and imparting to her red hair an even more delicate, silken quality than usual. Her eyes were shut as she lay partially curled on her side. It was evident that she wore nothing under the sheet.

Thad circled the bed soundlessly, lay the sheet back with care, and hesitated. Edna’s titties looked particularly luscious lying one atop the other. The red curls at the base of her belly were barely visible as she had her knees raised.

Thad took hold of his cock. It was soft as an oyster.

No, he assured himself, I don’t want to wake her up. We’ve had our last tussle, Edna and I.

But the bed creaked as he climbed into it, and he had scarcely pulled the sheet up before she awoke. “So you came home to me… “ she murmured, and snuggled up to him.

Why can’t she still be mad? he thought.

Her hand found his penis and curled warmly around the soft shape.

“Damn it, Edna, I’m tired!” he told her.

“From what?” she asked, her tone innocent enough. But he knew what she suspected, and he decided that was just as well. In fact, he would tell her the truth.

“Okay, so I was with another woman,” he said. “Now, go back to sleep.”

“The hell I will!” she said, and sat up. “When the day comes that another woman can take all the starch out of you, and I can’t put it back, I’ll turn in my membership card as a female!”

“Ooh, for God’s sake, Edna!” he groaned.

Undaunted, she swung astride him and smiled down. Her hair was sexily mussed. “Who was it this time, baby?” she asked, wiggling her cunt against his flaccid cock and balls.

“You know I never tell tales.”

“But you fuck tails, don’t you?” she lewdly retorted.

“Damned right!” he snapped, angry now. “And you should have seen me tonight, girl! I fucked that hot bitch up one side and then the other! I made her come three times!”

“You devil!” Edna obviously was trying hard not to get mad.

“The reason I did it was because you started giving me a bad time. I don’t take that from any woman. Now get off!”

“I want you, Thad,” she murmured.

“Well, you can feel I’ve got nothing.”

“I know how to work miracles,” she said, and backed up.

“Even your hot mouth won’t do it this time, baby! I’m bushed!”

Sitting astride his legs, Edna bent forward, letting her titties hang in the moonlight. She bent farther, all the way down, obscuring her breasts from his view. He watched her lift his soft penis and saw her glistening rosy tongue come out.

“Please, Edna, for God’s sake!” he begged.

As if she hadn’t even heard him, she began to lick his cock.

It would have served her right if I hadn’t washed after I got out of Mae, he thought. The taste of shit would have turned her off.

But maybe not, he mused, recalling the many times she had licked his asshole. He wondered if she would do it now.

He squirmed, flopping his penis away from her mouth, and rolled onto his belly.

“So you want a little of that-huh, mister?” she purred. “Well, I’m not too proud! You know that, darling.”