Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

She stretched his buttocks apart and pressed her face between them. As her tongue began to swab his sensitive anus, trickling saliva into it, Thad became afraid that he couldn’t hold out.

He shoved his ass upward and wiggled it, grinding his asshole against her hot tongue. She pushed, breaking through the elastic ring, and her tongue slithered in and out of his aperture.

His cock began to harden against the bed.

“Jesus Christ!” he groaned. “If you have to lick something, go back to my pecker!”

Edna raised her head. “Your ass tastes so good, I don’t want to leave it! You must have just shitted, huh?”

“It was several hours ago,” he said. “But,” he added, remembering, “the John was short of paper.”

“Well, you’re pretty clean now!” Edna announced proudly.

He rolled onto his back and stared up at her.

“Ah-ha!” she said, grasping his cock. “You’ve got lead in your pencil, after all!”

“Edna, we’re through, damn it! Can’t you get that into your fuck-crazy head?”

“We’ll never be through,” she told him. “You just think on that, Thaddeus!”

She bowed her red head and began to suck his bristling cock.

He lay back and tried to enjoy it. He didn’t have to try very hard. Edna’s encircling lips, which glided silkily up and down on his rod along with her stroking tongue, reminded him that she was the best cocksucker he had come across in Centerville. She made an art out of it, which put her a notch above Mae and the others.

She bobbed her head slowly, enveloping his cock until her mouth was very low on his shaft, then she stroked her encircling lips all the way up across his corona, reversed directions, and dived again. Steadily, relentlessly, she sucked and tongue-stroked his quivering prick until he couldn’t think about anything except how wonderful it felt.

Finally she raised her head all the way and smiled at him in the dim light. “Take me with you, Thad,” she said.

“I can’t!”

“You can if you want to… and I know you really want to. You’re just fucking stubborn, that’s all. Well, baby, I can be stubborn, too!”

She bowed her head once again and resumed sucking his cock.

“Edna, cut it out!” he rasped.

She kept slowly pumping her mouth up and down on his rod.

He slapped her.

She raised her head and blinked at him, her cheek turning rosy. “Don’t do that!” she said, and her eyes flashed.

“Then leave me the hell alone.”

“But you’ve got a goddamned hard-on!”

“So what? It’ll relax when I fall asleep.”

“Sleep? You could sleep now?”

“Just try me.”

“Well, shirt” she said.

“Yeah.”

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” Edna cried.

“Get it out of your system.”

“Oh, how I wish I could!” she told him hatefully. “I wish I could shit all over you!”

She climbed off the bed and went padding through the dark house-looking for a drink, Thad assumed. He had known her to hit the bottle when things went wrong.

He grasped his hard cock and stroked it a few times, wondering if he should jack off. But he was too tired. He turned onto his side and tried to relax.

Edna came running back into the room.

“Marcella, huh?” she cried, waving the Mail-gram at him. She had found it in his pants, which he carelessly had left in the living room.

“Give me that!” he demanded, leaping from the bed.

“Sure!” Edna threw it at him. “I read the name of the town where she is, and the name of the people she’s staying with! If you go to her, I’ll find you!”

“You fucking bitch!” he snarled. “Don’t you have any pride at all?”

“Not where you’re concerned,” she said, and dropped to her knees before him. “I just love this big, long cock of yours!” she whined, and grasped it. It was still hard.

She caught the knob in her mouth and began to pump her head forward and back.

What in God’s name am I going to do with her? Thad wondered. If he were a praying man, he would have prayed right then. But that was for suckers. Not only did he not believe in prayer, he didn’t believe in God, either. He only believed in good works. He was sincere about that. But he had worked long enough with Edna.

He slapped her again-so hard that he knocked her off his cock and sent her sprawling onto her back.

“Oooooh, you broke my goddamned jaw!” she moaned.

“Shit!” he said, and stepped over her. He strode to the kitchen where he kept a bottle.

He tilted the jug in the darkness and drank down several ounces. He wiped his mouth as his throat burned.

She knows where I’m going, he thought. That means she can make all kinds of trouble unless I fix her good!

Murder flashed through his mind.

No, he decided. Too risky. Anyway, I don’t want to kill the bitch!

Buy her off?

In a pig’s ass!

SCARE her.

Mmmmm.

“Edna?” he called.

After a few moments, she appeared in the kitchen doorway, sniveling. She could rail, and she could cry. She could run the gamut.

She was like him-determined to get what she wanted.

But he was tougher, he believed.

He took a bread knife from a drawer, and its blade glinted in the pale light coming in through the window. “How’d you like to have your throat cut?” he asked.

“Thad!” Her eyes widened. “You don’t mean that!”

“Maybe if I were to cut off just one titty… “ he suggested. The liquor was beginning to take hold of him strongly, tired as he was, and it showed in his eyes, making him look wild.

“You’re crazy!” Edna said, backing off as if she really believed it.

He advanced on her, holding the big knife in front of him. “Maybe I am.”

She turned and ran through the house to the front door. Thad followed. She yanked the door open and, streaked, butt-naked, into the night.

Thad shut the door and locked it. He sat down, with his back to the door, and laughed.

Crazy, he wasn’t. But a little drunk, he was. And he thought, in his inebriated condition, that he had gotten rid of the woman. He returned the knife to the kitchen and went back to bed.

Edna stood in the street without a stitch of clothes on and wondered what she was going to do. She didn’t dare return to Thad-not now, at least, while he was so wild. He might really cut off her tit-or worse, if anything could be worse than for a young, pretty woman to lose one of her titties.

She looked around. There was no one in sight.

She had friends in town, but they were all on the square side, and she wasn’t sure they would help her if she were to arrive naked at their door around midnight.

The cops? Forget it, Charley! They would simply throw her into the slammer… after they had helped themselves to her goodies, of course.

She wasn’t against the idea of swapping her ass to a stranger for assistance. But she wasn’t about to give up her sweet ass and her freedom, too.

Headlights appeared down the street, and Edna froze. She breathed hard, her nerves tense.

Take a chancel she decided. That was what she would have to do. But she would wait and make sure it wasn’t a cop car.

She scurried in back of some bushes and watched the car approach. As soon as it got close enough to assure her there was no shape of cop-lights on the roof, she ran out.

The driver put on his brakes.

“For God’s sake!” a man’s white face said through the window.

He was middle-aged and mousy-looking, with rimless glasses and not much hair. There was nobody else in the car.

Edna smiled. “I need help,” she said simply.

The man’s eyes flicked up and down her nude form. He didn’t say anything. He looked scared.

“Well, will you help me or not?” she asked amiably.