Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

It was great fun for Edna.

She pumped her mouth on the middle-aged man’s stiff cock, her lips skidding silkily across the ridge of his corona. Suddenly she stopped, letting his organ leap free.

“Please!” he exclaimed, breathing hard. “Do some more of that!”

“We’ll do it again later,” Edna replied, springing to her feet. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck me now?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Lie on your back on the bed,” she instructed, and Harvey hurried to comply.

He watched her as she stripped off her blouse, liberating her shapely breasts with their’ pale-pink, rigid nipples. She shucked down her pants and panties together and kicked them away.

“I never saw a real redhead before,” Harvey said. “I mean, with her clothes off.”

“Are you an eating man?” Edna asked, standing next to the bed with her legs planted apart.

“What? Oooh… “ He seemed nervous. “I’ve never… tried it.”

“Well, we can do that later, too. Let’s fuck first!”

Edna swung a leg across his recumbent form and came to rest on the bed on her knees, straddling him. His cock twitched. She grasped his erection, shoved it straight up into her crotch, and stroked his rubbery glans along the lips which divided her fiery hair-patch.

“Uuuh… yesss!” he panted. “Take it innn!”

Positioning his pillar just right, Edna screwed her snug cunt around the top of it, then slowly let herself down. She watched his mouth open and his eyes roll back as he received the wondrous thrill of his hardness gliding all the way up into her slick, muscular snatch.

She carefully removed his glasses, saying, “I don’t think you’ll be needing these,” and placed them on the bedside table.

“You’re so tight!” he said appreciatively.

“Tighter than Hazel?” Edna asked as she began to grind her hips, swirling her clasping cunt around his upthrust rod.

“Forget her!”

“That’s the way, Harvey.” Edna fucked him heatedly, her cunt grasping and tugging at his stalk with twisty, bobbing strokes. Her steady pumping rhythm increased his excitement until his ass was bouncing on the mattress and he was stabbing his prick upward into her.

Suddenly she stopped and pulled off him, leaving his wet red penis quivering, athrob with wild lust as it stuck straight up.

“God damn it!” Harvey cried. “What’d you do that for? I was about to… ”

He was hushed into silence as Edna turned onto her knees and chest, with her cute ass pointing skyward. Her knees were planted well apart, causing her buttocks to separate. This exposed the slitted dimple of her anus, with its converging pinkish puckers, as well as her rosy, gleaming-wet cuntfolds which flared for the reinsertion of Harvey’s cock.

Though Edna’s asshole offered a powerful enticement, even to a man as inexperienced and repressed as he, Harvey chose the easier and more conventional route: kneeling behind her, he rammed his prick up her marvelous, velvet-slick fuckway. Draping himself over her upturned rump, he screwed her as he hadn’t screwed a woman in fifteen years-fiercely, without let-up, causing Edna to squeal and spasm before he finally spurted into her convulsing belly while her cunt-muscles rippled along his ecstatically twitching rod.

“Oooooooooooh!” he sighed deeply, lying heavily atop her as she settled against the bed. “That was… great!”

“You know it, baby!” Edna purred. “You really made me come! Oooh, Harvey, we’re gonna have such good times together!”

“Yeah… yeah!” he panted and licked one of her dainty ears.

Again Edna smiled. Her plan was working perfectly.

But she was not one to take chances or engage in halfway measures when she had something really important on the fire. Anyway, Harvey was fun- and he had a lot of fire left in him, even at his age. He wasn’t the equal of Thad, of course. No man whom Edna had ever met was, with that wickedly long prick of his and his commanding, dominating ways which she secretly enjoyed.

However, Harvey was the one who was with her now, and she felt she had to keep working on him, in order to make sure he didn’t run off.

Accordingly he awoke in the middle of the night to find the moonlight from the undraped windows splashing over Edna’s beautiful bottom as she knelt astride him, facing his feet. She was sucking his cock with long, loving slurps of her lips and tongue while her dimly illuminated lower region weaved before his face, offering him the delight of sixtynining. What man could resist? Not even one as conservative and staid as Harvey!

He grasped Edna’s hips and hauled her pleasure-zone closer to his face as he arched his neck up from the pillow. His tongue came out, and he began to lick her lovelips, which were bordered by little red curlies.

His nose was scandalously close to her asshole, and, to Harvey’s pleasant surprise, it smelled as fresh as her cunt tasted. (Unknown to him, she had arisen after he had dropped off to sleep and had bathed.) He sniffed her bottom as he licked her, even getting up the nerve to drive his tongue right up her velvety, elastic cunt. His nose was touching her anus by that time, and she wriggled and writhed, rubbing her asscheeks against his face.

Harvey couldn’t resist licking along the inch or so of bridge to the puckered delight of her girlish asshole, and he madly licked that forbidden part of her body as she cocksucked him with long, clasping swoops of her hot mouth, taking his throbbing prickhead into her throat.

Harvey erupted, this time shooting his sperm directly into her gullet as she gurgled and gulped. His wetly sucking lips and the plunging tip of his tongue gave her an anal orgasm, so that they both were satisfied.

They slept like logs for the remainder of the impassioned night, and Harvey seemed to have forgotten his wife completely when they arose late the next morning, ready to resume their trip.

“Sister Marcella!” Thaddeus smilingly exclaimed as she ran with breast-bobbing eagerness to greet him at the front door of Floyd’s farmhouse.

The gray-haired man, who had opened the door, backed up and stared with ill-disguised jealousy as Thad and Marcella clasped hands, looking warmly and deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I’m so glad you’ve come!” Marcella said.

“Your Mailgram reached me at just the right moment,” the pastor replied. “Things are stable in Centerville. It is time that we branched out.”

He glanced at Floyd. “I want to express my sincere thanks to you, sir, for granting shelter to this lady and her children. Uh,” he turned back to Marcella, “where are they, anyway?”

“Out playing,” she replied, her brown eyes aglow.

Fuck me! was the message Thad read, and he.knew that the time to do it was right away. Strike while the cunt is hot, had always been one of his prime mottoes.

“There is much for you and me to talk about,” he told Marcella as he entered the house and extended an arm around her waist, turning her away from the door.

“My room is right down the hall,” she said eagerly, and led the way.

“Hey now!” Floyd exclaimed. “I ain’t about to take in no more people!”

“Have no fear, my friend,” was Thad’s reply. “We shall both be moving out before nightfall.”

“Well… hellfire…!” Floyd murmured. He hadn’t wished to lose Marcella so soon.

She led the way into the small bedroom that she shared with her children. Thad followed and shut the door. She whirled next to the bed and, laughing, immediately pulled her dress up. She wore pink sleek panties and nothing else. Her large breasts bobbed.

“Marcella… “ Thad said softly, but with the rich vibrance that accounted for much of his persuasive power-both in the pulpit and in the bedroom.