Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“Hang your dress on that tree-limb, dear,” Thad said, his voice acquiring a trace of huskiness despite his best efforts. Something else was happening despite his best efforts, also: His long, flaccid cock was beginning to thicken and firm out, its bald knob pushing against the interior of his shorts.

Beth turned in the direction he was pointing, and he gazed at her cute little bottom, in the flowered briefs, as she hung her dress over a low limb.

“Take off your panties, too,” he said.

“Oooh, must I?” she asked, over her shoulder.

“They’re wet, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Then, by all means, take them off.”

“All right,” young Beth murmured and, continuing to face away from the preacher, she bashfully stripped her panties down, exposing her baby-smooth bottom.

How trim and firm her little asscheeks were!

Thad’s cock mounted higher, so that, by the time she turned to face him, the monstrous erection made a tent in the front of his trousers.

The little girl’s gaze centered on the amazing protrusion of the pastor’s pants, and her babyish mouth dropped open.

The same thing happened to him that happens to Timmy sometimes, when Mama walks around with her titties bare! she thought. His THING is sticking up! But the pastor’s thing must be a lot bigger than Timmy’s, because his pants are standing way out, I wonder why the pee-pees of boys and men get all stiff like that. And why did the pastor’s pee-pee get stiff from looking at ME? I don’t have any titties yet-at least, not much of any.

Thad’s eyes at that moment were not focused on the little girl’s nearly non-existent tits, but had centered on the junction of her belly and thighs where her hairless mons was divided by a neat, tight slit that curved out of sight.

“I… I must take off my trousers and dry them… “ Thad mumbled, more nervous than he had ever been with a female before. But he had never been with a female like this sweet, young thing.

He dropped his trousers and, as he hopped from one foot to the other to take the pants off, his erection skidded to the gaping fly of his shorts and suddenly speared out to stand in naked, eight-inch splendor before the awestruck eyes of the little girl.

“Ooooh, Pastor!” she cried. “Your thing is so… big!”

He smiled as she stared at it, making no move to put it away. In fact, he curled his thumb and forefinger as far as they would go around the base of his monstrous stalk and waggled the organ to and fro.

“You talk as if you know about things like this,” he said.

“Well, I’ve only seen my brother’s,” the little girl replied. “And it’s a lot smaller.”

“Of course,” Thad said, walking closer. His up-thrust cock, sticking out through the fly of his shorts, quivered. “Would you like to touch mine, Beth?”

“Ooooh, Pastor, I never touched one!” the pink-cheeked girl exclaimed.

“Then it’s time you did. Come on. It won’t bite you. Just curl your little hand around it.”

Beth reached out hesitantly. When her fingers first touched the pastor’s very stiff erection, she recoiled, as if it was hot.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, chuckling tensely.

“It… it feels funny, like a bone with skin wrapped around it.”

“Touch it again. And take hold of it this time.”

Beth followed directions, blushing stronger. She looked up into the preacher’s face as she clutched his immense tool.

“Wowww…!” she breathed. “It sure is haaaard! How come it gets all hard like that?”

“It’s a secret. But I’ll tell you, Beth, as long as you promise not to tell anyone we talked about it or that I showed it to you.”

“I promise,” she said willingly.

“Well, my cock gets hard because-that’s what it’s called, incidentally, a cock. Say it.”

“Cock,” the young girl repeated, and the pastor’s hard-on twitched in her grasp.

“There are other names for it, too-prick, cock and pecker.”

Beth giggled. “I’ve heard Mama call Timmy’s thing a pecker sometimes. That’s a funny name for it! I just call it a pee-pee.”

“Well, call mine a cock,” Thad instructed.

“All right.”

“And what you have is a cunt.”

Beth giggled again. “That’s funny, too.”

“Well, anyway, my cock gets hard and sticks up whenever I see a woman or a pretty little girl like you with her clothes off. I can’t help it, so you see there’s nothing bad about it. It’s just natural.”

“But I still don’t understand why,” Beth persisted.

“That’s where the real secret comes in.” Thad began to slowly bump his hips, causing his cock to stroke forward and back through the C-shaped curve of Beth’s little hand. “A man’s cock gets hard so that he can push it into a woman’s body. That’s the way people fuck.”

“Ooooh, I’ve heard about fucking!” Beth replied. “I mean, I’ve heard the word, but I didn’t know what it meant. How does a man’s cock push into a woman’s body? Where does it go?”

“Through that little slit you’ve got between your legs,” Thad said. “Your cunt.”

“My, that must hurt!” she exclaimed.

“Just at first. Then it feels very good. I can show you if you like.”

“Is it… all right?” Beth asked innocently.

“Of course. It happens to every girl sooner or later. But we won’t do it just yet. First, I’d like to have you get to know my cock better. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Well, I don’t know,” she said, slowly taking her hand away from his rod. “I feel kind of funny about this. Are you sure it’s all right, Pastor?”

“Trust me. Now, Beth, get down on your knees so you can look at my cock closely.”

“All right.” The little girl sank to a kneeling position in front of Thad, and his huge erection pointed directly at her face.

“Lean closer,” he directed, his voice husking up.

Beth complied, until her sweet, childish face was just an inch or two from the large, purplish bulb of his prick.

“I can… smell it!” she reported.

“But it doesn’t smell bad, does it?”

“No. Just funny.”

“You’ll get to like that. All girls do. Girls like the way a cock tastes, also.”

“Reeeeeally?”

“Sure. Why don’t you see what it’s like? Just stick out your tongue and run it over the knob of my cock.”

“Ooooh, Pastor!”

“Come on, now. If it wasn’t a nice thing to do, I wouldn’t ask you to do it.”

“Well… ”

“Come on, Beth.”

She opened her mouth, and her trembly little tongue appeared, glistening and pink. She leaned a bit closer, and her tongue touched the bulging head of the pastor’s erect penis. His organ inadvertently twitched with excitement, and the delightful contact was broken quickly.

“Lick it some more!” he husked.

“I… don’t know if I… like the taste of it,” Beth remarked, working her mouth.

“You must try again. Get more of the flavor this time. Hold my cock by the stem so that it won’t bob away from you.”

Beth hesitantly took hold of his penis, causing it to throb some more. This time when she touched his knob with her tongue, she glided the wet caress around the bulge. She licked it again, this time at the tip.

“Mmmm,” she said.

Thad smiled. “You like it, don’t you?”

“Well, it’s not too bad.”

Beth held his prick higher and began to lick up and down its sides. Thad knotted his fists against the luscious thrills that rolled through him.

“Now put your mouth around the end of my cock!” he exclaimed lustfully. “Suck me!”

Beth pursed her lips around the snout of his organ. Looking down at the lovely little girl, while she kissed his prick that way, Thad feared for an instant that he might shoot immediately. But he gained control of himself and pushed forward, ever so gently, causing her lips to spread.