Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

His tongue wiggled up one set of Dotti’s cunt-folds and down the other, working in and out of all the soft, velvety convolutions. Her flavor tickled his tastebuds, and her steamy scent soon overrode the aroma of the bubbling spaghetti sauce. He worked his tongue deeper into her warm, tantalizing hors d’oeuvres and slurped up the juice which was now gushing. He teased the turgid little pebble of her clit, causing her to bump her bare ass on the table and smear her cunt lavishly against his nose and open mouth.

Finally he wrenched himself free from her serpentine, silken-sheathed legs and lifted his head, panting for fresh air. He rose and stood before her, his hand moving to the zipper on his pants.

“The antipasto was delicious,” he said. “Now how about a breadstick?”

He popped it out, and it stood stiffly quivering.

“Jesus, that’s a whole loaf!” Dotti groaned, and slid forward off the table.

Thad wouldn’t let her kneel yet. “Wouldn’t you like to spread something on it?” he asked. “How about some cream cheese?”

“Yes… yes…!”

She hurried to the refrigerator, and he watched her ass quiver. Bending forward, she let him peep at her black-haired, saliva-moistened cunt from between the tops of her pale thighs while she looked into the fridge.

“I don’t have any cream cheese!” she said. “Let’s try this!” She pulled out a jar of mayonnaise.

She uncapped it as she carried it to him, and he took it from her. Guiding his prick with his other hand, he stuck his hotly throbbing shaft deep into the cool, gooshy substance in the jar. It came out gobbed with the creamy stuff.

“Oooh, you’ve flavored the whole fucking jar for me!” she cried. “I’ll think of you every time I have a salad or a sandwich!”

“Well, think of me right now, why don’t you?”

She knelt before him and began to lick the thick, rich mayonnaise off his turgid cock. Her tongue gradually replaced the coolness of the refrigerated dressing with the warmth of her clear, glistening saliva, and she had cream all around her red mouth by the time she was finished.

That sight was so erotically stimulating that Thad forcefully grasped her by the head and speared his prick into her mouth. She glugged, and her eyes widened when she had her mouth stuffed by his thick, throbbing cock. Nevertheless she began to suck on it.

The gentle stroking motions of her o-shaped lips across the ridge of his glans and along his slippery shaft were not good enough to suit Thad, as wild as he felt right then. He grasped her by the ears and painfully jerked her head forward and back as he fucked her red mouth rapidly.

She gurgled and groaned in protest, but he didn’t let up. He kept staring at the mayonnaise that ringed her mouth as his prick pumped in and out through the slippery, silken circle of her lips. He wanted to add to the cream on her face. He wanted to give her a lot more.

His balls churned heatedly as he yanked Dotti’s ears harder and faster. The jerky motions of her body caused her titties to flop. Her eyes were wide and wild. She groaned ever louder, but the sound was muffled by Thad’s plugging prick.

He felt the heat rise from his nuts, and his shaft quivered between Dotti’s lips. Suddenly he let go of her ears, and she rocked backward, releasing his twitching, hard-throbbing cock. He held the shaft, pointing it directly at her, and his blast caught her full in the face:

Splat!

Thick, gooey cream struck her nose and cheeks. She shut her eyes just in time to protect them, and Thad’s second blast hit her eyelids, washing down through her long dark lashes. He struck her the third time on the mouth, adding immensely to the creamy ring she’d already had.

By the time he was through spurting, the woman had sperm dribbling from her eyelids, nose, cheeks and lips. The goo dripped off the point of her chin.

Thad smiled sardonically.

Dotti was furious, sputtering and moaning. She began to paw blindly at her face. Thad grabbed a napkin from the table and handed it to her.

“You lousy son of a bitch!” she said when she finally rose to her feet, still spitting and sputtering. “Just for that, I shouldn’t serve you any supper.”

Thad drew her into his arms. “I’ll make up for it later,” he promised.

“Yeah?”

“You can depend on it.”

Thad was as good as his word, most of the time, and this was no exception. Two hours later, after a satisfying meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine and enough cuddling and sweet talk to make Dotti feel appreciated again… he ended up on top of her in bed.

His prick was like a locomotive driveshaft, working tirelessly and steadily… stroking deeply and forcefully through the slippery, hair-fringed hole between her legs. In and out, in and out, he fucked her as the minutes passed. Dotti reached height after height.

Thad kept going, twisting his head from time to time and swooping to seize a dancing brown nipple which he stretched upward, shaking her tit. He let the nipple go with a tingling snap and kept stroking… stroking… stroking into her man-hungry cunt.

Finally, as she begged for mercy, he reached underneath her, squeezed her asscheeks together, and fucked furiously, giving her the best orgasm of all as he spurted twitchingly in her hot box… putting out the flames of her passion for a few hours, at least.

In the early morning he awoke with her astride him, in her favorite posture, pumping her voracious cunt on his slick pole as he gazed at her bobbing ass in the moonlight.

And they finished as they had begun.

“Oh, I don’t know, Thad,” Marcella said, obviously troubled. ‘The Lord doesn’t seem to be speaking to me now. When I don’t hear His voice, I don’t know what to do.”

“But I’m telling you what to do,” Thad insisted. “The Lord has told me we must lease that hall which Barnaby Rhodes owns, and you are the only one who can persuade Barnaby to lease it to us. You see, he is a Baptist. He has yet to reach an exalted state of awareness.”

Marcella turned away. “Perhaps I’m no longer in an exalted state myself. I did something wrong, and I believe the Lord has abandoned me to the devil.”

“Sister Marcella! Such a thing cannot happen. The Lord doesn’t abandon his own. Uh, just what did you do that was so bad?”

She faced Thad. “I had sex with a woman.”

“Shit!”

“Why did you say that?”

Thad forced a smile.- “I was merely surprised. I’m sorry. What woman were you with-your new landlady?”

“No,” Marcella replied matter-of-factly. “It was your housekeeper-Edna.”

“You mean, back in Centerville? Before you left?”

“No, right here. Yesterday. Edna came to Floyd’s ranch, looking for you.”

“SHIT!”

“Well, it’s not that I’m jealous, Thad. I realize jealousy is a sin.”

He grasped her by the shoulders and shook her. “Why didn’t you tell me that cunt was in town?”

Marcella stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oooh, please don’t use such filthy language! And y-you’re hurting me!”

He let her go. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

“I was confused and upset. I didn’t want to talk about what happened. But now I realize I must face it and admit I did wrong.”

“Why in the world did you have sex with Edna?”

“It just sort of happened. She attacked me and threw me onto the ground. She sat on me and ripped my dress. And then, before I knew it, she was sucking one of my nipples and… and… I liked it! Oooh, Thad, I climaxed with her so strong! But that wasn’t the power of the Lord that was working. It was the devil that had hold of me. I’m afraid that the Lord has given me up and that the devil owns me now!”