Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

The man had magnificent endurance, something she had discovered with other older men, and she luxuriated in his ramming thrusts of passion. She hoped the luscious fucking would last all day.

But Floyd wasn’t that good a stud. He was already nearing the point where he would have to go for his payoff.

Thinking about what had happened yesterday, he wanted something more before he finished with this woman-something really rare and thrilling. He didn’t know if he would have another chance with the buxom female or not.

He pulled out of her sucking, clutching cunt, and his cock flipped straight up.

“Ooooh God…noooh!” she cried. “Put it back innnn!”

Floyd’s answer was to give her flopping legs a twist, and she rolled roughly onto her face on the table, her tits and tummy smearing through his spilled breakfast.

“Oooooh!” she moaned, writhing, her big asscheeks quivering before him.

She was a mess back there, and he snatched up his napkin to rub it through the crack of her ass, wiping the eggs and potatoes away so that he could see the little gathering of brownish puckers that marked the spot where he had stuck his finger the day before.

“Oooooh, oooooh, please… yes… doooo it!” she panted, thinking he was going to ram her throbbing cunt from the rear.

But he had something more exotic and even more stimulating in mind as he directed his cum-coated, rigid pecker to the small depression between her wobbly buttocks.

When Marcella felt his cock-tip touch the dimple of her ass, she caught her breath.

Not that! she thought. Oh, God, I’ve never had it there! A finger was all right-even fun-but a big, thick prick rammed up her anus was bound to hurt!

However, Floyd was not about to be stopped. Throbbing with a greater lust than he had known in years, the horny farmer twisted his slippery cockhead against her crinkly nest of puckers and pushed forward.

She bawled with pain as her asshole was forced to spread-wide, wide, wider than it had ever been stretched before. The man’s cock was so slippery, and he was pushing with such determination, that he quickly achieved a penetration of her rear. The taut elastic rim of her anus felt as if it was about to pop as it skiddingly encircled the fattest part of his cockhead. Her asshole burned like a ring of fire.

Then Floyd’s knob was IN her, settled snugly and hotly inside her lush ass, and her rubber rim was allowed to relax just a trifle. This lessened the painful pressure right there, and she focused on the fullness in her rectum.

What a feeling that was! It was as if a flagpole, with a huge, bulging knob on the end of it, was being forced up her backside.

“Ooooh… aaaah! Pleeease! Ooooh, GODDD!” the impaled woman cried.

But Floyd didn’t stop pushing, and his cock sank twistingly, inch by relentless inch, into her superheated, hotly clasping ass until she had at least four rigid inches sticking up inside her… the wrong way.

She bawled, the tears streaming down her cheeks, as Floyd began to stroke, fucking her virgin ass with gusto. He didn’t push too deeply. He didn’t have to, because he was getting the thrill he wanted as her grippingly tight and slippery asshole rippled up and down across the ridge of his cockhead and along two inches of his veined, rigid shaft.

He yanked her squidgy buttocks wide apart and watched her rosy rear-ring claim his penetrating thrusts, folding outward as he withdrew and turning inward with each plunge. He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and enjoyed the sight of his poontanger sinking rhythmically between her vibrating, creamy, curved asscheeks.

She clawed at the table and flopped her head from side to side. The plunging pressure inside her was still intense, but she was getting used to it some. And her anus didn’t burn so much, although it remained stretched wide around the man’s stroking cock. What it did was to tickle pretty good. And it tingled even better.

She writhed, rubbing her clit against the edge of the table as her legs flopped in mid-air. Her buttocks vibrated wildly. Up and down between them the man’s long, stiff lovemaker pumped, sinking into her rectum again and again.

Marcella’s yelling had attracted the farmer’s wife, and she appeared fearfully in the kitchen doorway once again, to see what new fiendish act her husband was committing. She saw. And her eyes registered at least as much shock as before.

“You see this, old woman?” he rasped as he fucked their houseguest’s hot ass. “I’m givin’ it to her right up the old dirt road! You’d never let me do that to you, either.”

“Oooh, you filthy man!” she screeched, and went scampering back up the hall.

“Do you think I’m filthy-huh, Bible-thumpin’ baby?” he asked Marcella as he kept stroking his hot rod up her tail.

“Uuuuh! Ooooh! Yesss, you’re so filthy! But I… ooooh… “ She began to bump. “I love ittt!”

She bumped her ass wildly as she clung to the edges of the table, and she thrilled to the asshole-pleasing plunges of the man’s thick, hard prick. His eyes rolled upward in their sockets, and he flung back his head. He fucked Marcella’s ass with all the fervor he possessed and, when he heard her squeal in frenzied climax and felt her asshole ripple spastically around his rod, his fiery bulk jerked in her rectum. He poured gush after spurting gush of thick, creamy cum into her bowels while she shook and climaxed deliriously.

Later she used the telephone to send a mail-gram to the leader of her religious cult, charging it to Floyd. The message read:

HAVE FOUND THE PLACE FOR OUR NEXT CONGREGATION. AM COMFORTABLY SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!

The slim blonde girl knelt before the tall man in black robes, and she looked up at him with her face aglow.

“Please help me find the right answer through prayer, Pastor!” she said. “Should I run off with Johnny and become his wife, or should I give him up just so I can finish high school? He won’t wait for me. He’s going to leave tomorrow. And I love him so much!”

Thaddeus Polk looked down at her, and a smile of seeming compassion wreathed his lean, almost gaunt face. His dark eyes burned fiercely.

“Are you a virgin, my child?” he asked, stroking her golden hair.

“Ooooh yes, Pastor!” Nancy Davis blushed.

“And how old are you?”

“I just turned seventeen.”

“You say you love this lad Johnny, hmmm?”

“Very much!”

“But your parents don’t approve of him?”

“No,” she pouted. ‘They think he’s unreliable.”

“Mmmm. We will pray together. Please shut your eyes.”

Nancy’s long, silky lashes dropped, and Thad stared at her innocent upturned face. She wore a skimpy summer dress that clung to the delicate hillocks on her chest.

“Lord, give us a sign!” Thad intoned, continuing to look down at her. ‘Tell us how this girl’s love should be tested, to see if it is real-for, if it is, she should surely run away with her young man, but, if it isn’t, she should let him go alone and forget him. Lord, Lord… show us please!”

Thad kept one hand on Nancy’s soft, silken hair as he slipped his other hand through the front opening in his robes. He silently lowered his zipper.

“Lord, we are awaiting your sign!” he exclaimed, his tone trembling rapturously as he removed his long, limber penis from his pants. He fondled the smooth, ropelike shape and felt the sensitive ridge of his bare cockhead.

Firmness came into his organ, thickening it and stretching it out. Its purplish snout poked through the flap in his loose-fitting outer garments and, as he continued stroking the shank, his knobby-ended wand assumed upthrust rigidity before the naive teenager’s face.