Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

He drew the buxom brunette into his arms. His hands spanned the bulging, panty-clad rondures of her ass as their mouths fused wetly and hotly. Their tongues played.

Thad’s pecker rose.

“Ooooh, Thad… wowwwww… I’ve been wanting your big thing so much…!” Marcella pantingly exclaimed as she sank to her knees in front of him.

“I presume you engaged in barter with Wilcox,” he said as she unzipped his pants.

“Of course! I did just as you taught me-I listened to the Lord’s guidance and followed it exactly. Floyd cooperated just as the Lord told me he would.” She pulled out Thad’s erection. “Oooh, but Floyd doesn’t have such a beautiful, long, stiff lovewand as yours!” she rhapsodized as she stroked it, over-emphasizing what difference there was between their sexual attributes because she liked Thad so much.

He understood and patiently let her pull his plum-headed phallus to her mouth. She held his stiff organ around the trunk and waggled its bulging knob against her hotly licking tongue. Then she pursed her lips around the end of his cock and commenced sucking as she glided her mouth forward, her lips widening to encompass the fattest part of his glans and to lock into the groove behind his horny ridge. She licked his cockhead while she sucked it, her foxy eyes rolling upward.

Thad smiled benignly down at her as if to say, Very good, sister.

She sucked him with eager plunges of her cock-hungry mouth. Her lips skidded wetly across the ridges formed by his bulgy blue veins. Her tongue cradled his cockhead, taking the dribbles of his pre-coital nectar, which she gulped down.

“Get on the bed and let me fuck you,” Thad directed.

Always obedient to her spiritual leader, Marcella drew back, letting his 8-inch wand flip to a high-standing thrust. She rose to her feet and lunged head-first across the bed, her abundant r asscheeks shaking her expanded silk panties.

She remained on her belly, moaning softly and wriggling her bottom, while Thad quickly kicked free of his pants and shorts. Shirt-tails flapping, he sprang onto the bed astride her and began kissing down her back, following the lazy S of her spine to the top elastic of her panties, which he caught in his teeth.

“Ooooooh, yesssss!” Marcella hissed as his mouth pulled her panties down.

His tongue flogged the satiny, curved slopes of her asscrack until he reached the bunched panties at her crotch. Then he clutched her hips, boosting them into the air and forcing her to draw her knees forward. He grasped the passion-moistened center of her panties and wrenched them down her plump thighs, past her knees and off.

He moved forward between her quickly spread knees and speared his eager prick into her lippy, wet slit. He sank all the way in a single thrust, causing Marcella to groan and shiver with delight.

He began to fuck her, driving his love machine with the full power of his lithe, woman-pleasing hips. Reaching underneath her torso, he grasped the quivery big bulges on her chest and squeezed them as he rode her writhing, receptively bucking rump.

“Ooooooh, GOD!” Marcella cried. “I feel your power!”

Thad knew she was speaking to the Lord and not to him. But that was all right, because it was Thad’s power that she really felt.

Silly broads! he thought. It was a benevolent condemnation, at worst, because he knew that without them he would be out of business and out of pleasure both. They kept both his church and his sex juices going.

He fucked Marcella faster and faster, pulling on her tits all the while, and she bawled like a breeded cow as she reached a mind-swirling climax. Her bottom bumped against Thad as he emptied into her body the spurting product of his inexhaustible balls.

“Yes, Lord… yessss, Lord!” Marcella moaned as she flattened out. “Oooooh, I love you, God!”

“And God loves you, Sister Marcella!” Thad said, licking into her ear.

“So, what’s our first move?” she asked as they lay side-by-side on the bed, their hands clasped, both looking up at the ceiling. Thad still wore his shirt and socks. His cock was limp.

“We must find a location, of course,” he said.

“To live!” Marcella asked. “Together!”

“No! Certainly not. That would scandalize the town before we have a chance to get established.”

“But you told Floyd… ”

“I will give you the money to rent a place for yourself and the children. I will take a room somewhere else.”

“Not with another woman!” Marcella exclaimed, sitting up. Her titties flopped.

Thad squinted up at her, his eyes glinting. “Anything I may do will be for the church… and for Him. I am surprised at you, Sister Marcella, for not understanding that.”

“Well, I do understand, Thad… “ she purred, snuggling down next to him. “But I thought that, now that we’re alone here together… “ She nibbled moistly at his lips.

“Nothing has changed,” he said, moving her back a few inches. “I am very fond of you, Marcella. You are the first deaconess of the church and my most trusted worker for the Lord. But His will comes first. Whatever He commands, I must do. And so must you, also.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to get involved with other women.”

“Perhaps it does.”

“Oh.” Marcella turned onto her back and pouted.

“Never mind,” Thad said softly. “We will be very close.” His fingertips ruffled the fur on her cunt.

“What am I going to do?”

“I will tell you when the time is right. For now, get your things packed.” Thad hopped up from the bed. “Is there a bathroom in this place?”

“Yes. Across the hall.”

Thad smiled, and Marcella watched him leave the room, his cock and balls swaying heavily.

Luckily neither the farmer nor his wife was in the hall when he crossed it to the John. He stood in front of the commode and vigorously pissed.

A cool shower cleansed him and put him in fine fettle so that, when he returned to Marcella’s bedroom, with a towel wrapped about his lean form, his penis had returned to a state of near-turgidity, arching thickly and lengthily forward from his pendulous nuts.

She still lay on the bed, butt-naked, hoping no doubt for another romp. But he disappointed her, stepping immediately into his shorts.

“Is there a local newspaper?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Thad,” she replied, half-sulking.

“Well, if not, I’ll see a real estate broker. There must be some suitable hall available, that we can rent for Sunday mornings. Otherwise we will buy a tent and pitch it on a vacant lot. That will suffice until we can float a loan and build our own edifice.”

“Yes, Thad.”

He reached into his pants, after pulling them on, and brought out a large roll of bills. Peeling off four fifties, he tossed them to Marcella.

“That ought to handle a month’s rent and some food for you and the kiddies,” he said. “Incidentally, how are they?”

“Oh, just fine.”

“That sweet daughter of yours-what is her name again?”

“Beth.”

“Ah, yes. Beth.” He stepped to a mirror and combed his black hair. “She’s about twelve years old, isn’t she?”

“You know she is.”

“Mmmmm. I never got to know your children well enough.”

Marcella watched him. “If the Lord needs my help in arranging for a hall to rent… ”

“I will bear that in mind,” Thad said with a smile as he turned to face her. “Now, you had better get dressed and go out looking for a place to live. Then come back here and I will be in touch with you before nightfall.”

“Yes, Thad.”

He left the room… and the house. He headed his car toward town.

Jasper Junction wasn’t much of a place. It wasn’t one which Thad would have chosen. But he had to indulge the whims of those who worked for him, to some extent, and if Marcella felt it was the location which the Lord had pointed out to her, he would make the most of it.