Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

Like Dotti was doing right then.

To be precise, she wasn’t sucking Thad yet, but was licking him all over. Most women liked to do that too, like they enjoyed licking a lollipop or an ice cream cone. Dotti seemed to enjoy it especially, swirling her damp tongue around the mauve-colored crown of his upthrust, throbbing organ, then swabbing along his shaft. She licked all the way to his balls and went to work on those hair-enshrouded shapes in their velvety sac.

Thad petted her hair lightly and stood with all the patience in the world, letting her get her fill.

She seized a nut in her mouth and sucked it. She rolled her eyes upward, to read his response, and he smiled wanly… approvingly.

“You’re good, baby!” he said.

She spat his first nut out and captured the other one. The bulbous shape pulsated in her warm, liquid mouth. After letting it pop out, she went farther and licked underneath his nut-sac while his balls straddled her nose. He liked the looks of that. His pecker stuck out high and waggled.

Dotti grasped his shaft, tilted it down, and clasped his fat cockhead in her eager mouth. She sucked heatedly, letting her long dark lashes drop to touch the pale skin of her cheeks. She bobbed her head forward and back, gargling on his long bone.

It got to be a bore after awhile, and he said, “How do you want to take it-front or back, top or bottom?”

“You’ll laugh,” she said, rising to her feet.

“Nope. I aim to please.”

“Well, lie down on your back and I’ll show you.” He followed directions.

“I like to mount this way,” she said, turning her ass toward him as she swung astride his lanky, cock-bristling form. She reached underneath her crotch and held his pillar straight up. Grinding her hips, she screwed her cunt down onto him, gasping with pleasure.

“Now I like to lean way forward,” she said, “and rub my clit hard against your cock and balls!”

“Fuck away, baby!” he told her.

“Oooh, yesssssss!” she breathed, and began bumping.

Thad watched her arched ass rise and fall, framed by her garter belt and stockingtops. Her cute asshole winked at him from between her quivering buttocks. Her pubic bump rubbed the underside of his shaft and, when she had him all the way in her, rubbed his balls, as well. She rotated her cunt as she pumped.

She wasn’t the tightest. That had to do with her age, also, he realized, and forgave her for it. Anyway, the firm stroking pressure of her clit and mons against the sensitive underside of his cock more than made up for it, and he writhed pleasurably, jabbing up into her against her thrusts.

She grasped one of his feet and pulled it to her mouth. Her wet tongue brushed his toes, moving back and forth, her saliva trickling between them. Finally she clasped his big toe in her mouth and sucked on it while she fucked him hard.

Her ass bobbed with furious intensity before his eyes. He stroked his hands up and down the outside of her legs, across her stockingtops and along her garters. He slapped her shivery flanks.

All the while she rubbed rapidly up and down on his cock, grinding against his pulled-up, throbbing nuts, and her wet, hungry hole devoured his eight inches of bone-hard flesh.

She bore against the underside of his cock with even greater intensity, grinding and bumping… panting… yelping… then letting out a squeal of delight as her bottom bounced up and down jerkily, quivering like Jell-o.

He spurted up into her, and his jism doused her flames.

“A church, huh?” she said, shuffling through her listings. “Well, the only place in town that would do is the hall where they hold the Farmers’ League meetings. That will hold a couple of hundred people.”

“I’ll take it!” Thad said as he stood next to her desk and looked over her shoulder.

“It may not be so easy to get. It’s owned by old Barnaby Rhodes, the richest man in town, and he’s such a strong Baptist that I doubt if he’d let another congregation get started under his roof.”

“Have you ever fucked him?”

“Hmmm?” Dotti looked up.

“Well, have you?”

“God, no! Old Barney must be at least sixty-five. I doubt if he has another fuck in him.”

“No wonder you don’t have a fancy office, honey, and all kinds of money in the bank! You’ve got a chicken streak!”

“Because I don’t go around fucking everybody! Thad, this is a small town. I bat my lashes at them, and flash some thigh when I get the chance, but I don’t dare come on like a ten-dollar whore!”

“Well, I’ve got a girl who can crumble Barney’s cookies! Where can he be found?”

“Wait a minute! What is this about another girl?”

“She’s a deaconess of the church,” Thad said. “A very spiritual type.”

“But she’s going to make Barney?”

“Only if the Lord tells her to.” Thad winked.

“You’re not a preacher,” Dotti said. “You’re the devil himself!”

“How can you say that,” he grinned, “when you never heard me preach?”

“Barney lives in a big white house, just off Main Street on First. I wish you and your deaconess luck!”

“Thanks, Dotti. Oh,” he added, as if by afterthought, “you won’t mind if I come back and bunk with you tonight, will you?”

She blinked. “From the way you talked about that deaconess, I figured you were living with her.”

“No, she’s got a couple of kids. Anyway, our relationship is on a very high plane.”

“Bullshit!” Dotti said. But she laughed.

“Well? Can I come back tonight or not?”

“I suppose so. Drive down the alley, park in back, and use the rear door. For God’s sake, make sure nobody sees you. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

“Sure.”

Dotti rose from her chair, and Thad drew her into his arms. They kissed, and her slippery tongue snaked its way into his mouth. He stroked her shivery buttocks.

She felt his cock tense against her, and she began to grind her hips. Thad pulled back.

“Let’s do it again right now!” she said, her eyes hot.

“Easy… “ he cautioned. “We have the whole night.”

“Well, don’t forget to come back.”

“Don’t worry.” Thad gave her a pat on the buttocks, then turned toward the door. “I’ll see you at about eight. Have dinner ready.”

“Dinner! Say, you do have your nerve!”

“You like my nerve, and don’t deny it.” He walked to the door.

She followed and whispered into his ear, “I like your big prick even better!”

Thad walked out with a grin on his lean, craggy face.

“That’s it!” Edna cried. “The name on the mailbox is Wilcox.”

“You made a rhyme,” Harvey said, and gave a chuckle as he put on the brakes. He kept his hand up between her legs, tickling the silken crotch of her panties.

“Cool it!” she advised, and pushed his hand down. “If you have a hard-on, you’d better get rid of it, because you might have to get out.”

“Are you crazy?” he retorted, as he turned the car around. “I’m just going to drop you at the gate. I’ll wait out here on the road.”

“Chicken shit!” she accused.

“Well, heck-I don’t want to get my head busted by that boy friend of yours!”

“What if I get my head busted, huh?”

“I wouldn’t like that, of course,” Harvey said, heading the car back toward the Wilcox driveway. “But it’s your problem. I tried to talk you out of coming to see that guy. You’d be better off with me in California.”

“Maybe,” she admitted. “But there’s something between Thad and me. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s love.”

“So, where does that leave me, huh?” Harvey asked plaintively.