Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

“Yes,” Marcella replied. “A dry cleaning shop. But this town is so small, I don’t think it could support one. Anyway, there are mostly farmers around here, and they don’t wear business suits… ”

“Yeah, mostly farmers with frumpy wives!” Edna said. “And horny young farmhands who’ve got no place to go to get their rocks off!”

“What have you got in mind?” Marcella asked.

“What this town needs is a whorehouse! Think you could run one?”

“Oooh shit, Edna!” Marcella said, and laughed.

“I’m serious. There’s a lot of money in that line. Look, I’ll help you. I’ll be one of your girls. But I don’t have a business head-just a head for head, and things like that.” She giggled.

“What a switch!” Marcella mused. “I came to town thinking Thad and I were going to open a church. And you want me to end up with a… a whorehouse?”

“There isn’t all that much difference between the two,” her friend said wryly, “at least, as far as Thad ran his religion. You’re fucking the public one way or the other.”

“I guess you’re right. You know, religion used to mean a lot to me, but it all vanished one day, like a bubble bursting. I just don’t care any more.”

“Honey, you never knew real religion. What Thad practiced was phony!”

“I realize that now.”

“So, what do you say?” Edna asked brightly. “Are you game to go into the girl business?”

“Well, maybe. But what’ll we use for money? We’d have to rent a location and get it fitted up.”

“I’ve still got old Harvey on the string,” Edna said, her eyes twinkling wisely.

“You mean, he’s not going back to his wife?”

“Are you kidding? After a week with me, he’d never settle for Hazel again! And you know something? The old fox is pretty well off.”

“Do you think he would lend us enough to get started?” Marcella asked, picking up on the idea by that time.

“He will, after I work him over a bit. Ill tell him that after we open up shop, he can hang around and be our bouncer.” She laughed. “Of course, what hell really be is a pimp. He can work the truck stops and the farmers’ hangouts and send the trade to us.”

“You know, you’ve got some brains in that dizzy red head of yours!”

“And you thought I was good for only one thing!” Edna said, giving the other woman a quick kiss.

“Hey, look out or you’ll get me hot!”

“That’s not a bad idea. But let’s lay our plans first.”

“Listen, you’ve just proved to me that you are a businesswoman, after all. How come you don’t want to run the house, hm?”

“Because I’ve got to be footloose. I’ll hang in with you for a while. But I don’t want anything tying me down. When I’ve had enough of this town-and of Harvey-I want to be free to split.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Marcella said seriously.

“Honey, after you get that house going, and start hiring gorgeous young chicks to take care of the customers, you’re going to be having eyes for them yourself. I got you started on a whole new kick, and it’ll take you as far as you want to go.”

“Hmmmm.” Marcella’s brown eyes brightened.

“So let’s plan, shall we?” Edna asked.

“Right on!” her friend replied… and winked.

The plans worked out better than either woman had hoped. Not only was Jasper Junction a fertile field for sexual exploitation, but the local powers seemed to have nothing against it… so long as Marcella and Edna dispensed a few favors to them on the side.

For instance, the mayor was the town’s only banker, and he held mortgages on most everything in sight. Nobody dared oppose him.

He had a fondness for big asses. For screwing big, soft, bouncy, feminine asses. Marcella was made to order for him.

“Ooooh, honey, do you really want to give it to me thaaaat way?” she asked on their second bed-date, as he rolled her onto her belly.

“I’d like nothing better!” he replied lustfully as he gazed at her rounded, shapely backside.

“Well… go easy,” she murmured, looking at him over her shoulder.

The banker hopped around and knelt behind her, boosting her bottom into the air. He was a thick-set man, but still agile… and, though fifty, he had young ideas.

He spread Marcella’s buttocks with his hands and watched her asshole contract and expand playfully. He chuckled and bowed his head.

It was intensely pleasurable to the liberated woman as she felt his damp tongue stroke, then circle in her anal dimple. She relaxed her muscle and let his tongue break through her rubbery ring.

It isn’t every woman who advances far enough in life to get her asshole licked by a banker! she thought whimsically.

But rather than think about it, she preferred just to enjoy the slithery sensation as he pumped his tongue in and out of her spasming, warmly clasping shit-chute. He was getting her all ready for the sodomistic thrust of his horny cock, and the more she thought about it, the better the whole idea seemed.

By the time he had gotten his fill of licking and sucking at her ass, she was palpitating with fuck-hungry excitement.

“Hurry up!” she smoldered, weaving her big bottom at him.

He moved to her, his gun at the ready, and he nuzzled its muzzle against her tingling, wet anal opening. She helped. With a push, he sank several inches of hard, throbbing cock up her rear, and Marcella moaned with delight.

“Ooooh, fuck my asshole, baby!” she purred hotly. “Really burn it! Churn up all the shit in my bowels!”

“You dirty whore!” the banker said, and began to stroke, gliding his rod in and out of the elastically tight brown hole between her buttocks.

Falling forward atop her, the banker reached underneath and plucked at her nipples. He rolled her big boobs as he fucked her hot asshole with glee.

“Finger my… clitty…!” she whimpered between passionate gasps.

He glided a hand down her belly, found the slit in her curly fur, and teased the bump at the top of it until it was sticking out. He rolled it firmly with the tip of his finger while he pumped more vigorously in her warm, man-pleasing ass.

Glancing in the dresser mirror across the room, he watched his prick spear rhythmically into the cleft between her shivering buttocks.

“I haven’t gotten a good ass-fuck in this town in years!”

“Well, baby, you’ve got one now!” Marcella replied. “Oooooo, I feel as if I’ve got a fencepost ramming up my rear!”

He pinched her clit and fucked her asshole faster. His belly slapped noisily against her buttocks. Her hips bobbed. She moaned.

“Aaaaahhhhhgh!” he rasped, and his prick twitched in the grip of her anal muscle, which rippled around him.

She came, spasming and groaning, as he emptied the product of his overheated balls into her rectum.

She knew she could stay in that town as long as she wanted-and she might want to stay for a long time, indeed!

The police chief was a string-bean type who ran a gas station on the side. It was that kind of town. Chief Slagg took his orders from the mayor, but Marcella and Edna knew they had to keep him happy, as well.

Homer Slagg had an oral fixation, which his wife had steadfastly refused to gratify. Edna had no such compunction. In fact, if there was anything she enjoyed more than sucking cocks, she hadn’t discovered it yet.

Homer had a beauty. It was almost as long as Thad’s, before he’d gotten his ruined.

Edna had first become interested in him when she had stopped at his station one day for a tank of gas and had found the place deserted. Spying a door ajar at the side of the building, she had boldly pushed it open without bothering to notice the word painted on it: MEN.