Curt Aldrich - Deep Crotch Mother

Her eyes remained shut.

“Yes, Lord!” Thaddeus cried, his voice vibrating with power. “Thank you, Lord! Amen!” He stroked the girl’s hair. “Nancy, we have our sign. You may open your eyes now, my child.”

Her lashes lifted slowly, and her blue eyes widened until they appeared about to pop.

“Oooh, Pastor!” she cried. “Wh-what is that?” She was staring at his erection, just inches in front of her face.

“It is the sign we asked for, my dear. The Lord gave it to me. Have you ever seen such a thing before?”

“Why, yes… yes… “ She blushed fiercely. “I’ve seen Johnny’s. I know it isn’t nice for an unmarried young girl to look at a boy’s thing, or to touch it, but Johnny and I are so in love that he showed me his… and I did touch it… b-but, Pastor… why are you showing me yours? Is that RIGHT?”

“I told you, child-it is the Lord’s doing. He knows that you played with your boyfriend’s penis, so He felt it would not shock you if you saw mine. And He wants to find out if you feel differently about mine. Or does it fascinate you too, just like Johnny’s?”

“Well… I… oooh, Pastor, you’re making me so embarrassed!”

“Hush, my child!” he intoned, his cock sticking up very stiff before her and quivering with the lustful power that bulged its veins and tissue. “This is the Lord’s doing, believe me.” He held his erection around its base and waggled it in front of her. “What do you call this-besides a thing, I mean?”

“A pecker?” the conservative, smalltown girl said shyly. “At least, that’s what Johnny calls his.”

“Very well. We’ll call it a pecker. That’s a good, old-fashioned name for it. What do you think of my pecker, Nancy?”

“It’s… it’s bigger than Johnny’s!” the blushing teenager said.

“Is it? Do you think it’s as good to look at?”

“Well, I don’t know. Johnny has a skin around the outside of his, which covers that knobby part- until I roll it back. Why don’t you have a skin like that on yours, Pastor?”

“Because it was cut off right after I was born. That’s called circumcision. Some males are circumcised and some are not. It makes little difference. Tell me how you like my pecker, Nancy.”

“It’s… it’s long!” she said, still wide-eyed. “And it’s certainly very stiff! Oooh, my!”

“Do you want to touch it?”

She shifted her gaze just briefly to Thad’s face. “Wouldn’t that be wrong?”

“No. The Lord is asking you if you’re interested in this pecker of mine.”

“But Johnny wouldn’t like me to touch another man’s pecker, I don’t think,” Nancy said.

“The Lord says you should do so, if it interests you.”

“Well… it does kind of interest me a little,” she said, staring right at it. “It’s sure a handsome, big old thing! It makes me feel funny to look at it.”

“Funny how, child?”

“Well, down between my legs, I’m getting… kind of warm.”

“You mean, in your cunt?”

“Ooooh, Pastor, should we really talk like that?” the girl asked.

“Why not? It’s an honest word.”

“Well… well… yes, my… my cunt is hot! It’s getting hotter! Oooh, wowww!”

She reached out and clutched the pastor’s naked prick.

“There!” he said vibrantly, and his hard-on throbbed in her grasp. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!”

“Just like Johnny’s?”

“I guess so. Only bigger!”

“You mean Johnny just has a teeny-weeny little pecker that you can hardly get a good hold on?”

“Well, it’s not so awfully little, but it’s sure not as long as yours! Wow!” The girl stroked her curled fingers up and down on his rod.

“You like mine, hmm?”

“Yes!”

“Tilt it down toward you.”

Nancy tilted the preacher’s hard-on so that it pointed directly at her face.

“Is there anything else that you’d like to do with my pecker, Nancy?”

“Oooh, I couldn’t even think about anything nasty like thaaaat!”

“Like what?” Thad asked gently.

“Like… fucking?” She looked up at him, her cheeks aglow. “Is it all right to say fucking, Pastor?”

“Of course, child!” He smiled reassuringly and patted her hair once again. “But we don’t have to fuck, Nancy. In fact, the Lord wouldn’t let me fuck you.”

“Then what did you mean that we could do?” she asked him.

“There’s a way to have fun,” he said, “that’s kind of like fucking, but it isn’t a sin. Do you want me to tell you about it?”

She nodded, and he gradually extended his fingers around the back of her blonde head.

“You could lick my pecker, Nancy,” he said. “That is, if you really want to.”

“Lick it?” she repeated, in obvious shock. “You… you mean… with my… tongue?”

“Of course, with your tongue!” he said with a soft chuckle. “How else would you lick a pecker, hmmm?”

“But isn’t that nasty?”

“Oh, no. Not at all. I took a shower this morning.”

“But you… oooh, this is embarrassing! You… you piss through your pecker-don’t you, Pastor?”

“Of course. But I always shake it clean afterward. I’ll tell you-if I get right down between your legs and lick your sweet little cunt, would you think it’s all right then to lick my pecker?”

“Oooh, Pastor, I think this is awfully wrong!”

“Shhh! You mustn’t question the Lord! He has given us this test, don’t forget.”

“You wouldn’t mind… licking my cunt, even though I piss with it?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t mind it at all!” Thad said, his cock twitching in the young girl’s grasp.

“Well, then I… I guess… I could let you,” she said, looking shame-faced as she got to her feet, “if you say it’s all right.”

“It isn’t what I say,” Thad reminded her. “It’s what the Lord said to me.”

“Well, where… how…?” Nancy seemed all aquiver as she looked about the minister’s study.

“Right there, on my desk,” he told her. “Lift your skirt up and sit right on your little panties.”

“But shouldn’t I take my… my panties off?” Nancy asked.

“I will do that,” Thad said.

She stepped tremblingly to his desk, turned around, and hiked her skirt. The preacher’s hard-on twitched again as he saw her slim golden thighs, which widened nicely at their tops. They were encircled by the elastics of white silken panties with pink and blue flowers on them.

She sat on her panty-seat on the edge of the pastor’s desk.

“Ooooo, it’s cold!” she said, still blushing strongly.

“That’s only because your little ass is so warm,” Thad said, moving up to her. He ran his hands up the outside of her smooth, firm thighs, and he clutched her bikini pants. Gathering the silky undergarment in his large hands, he deftly tugged it out from underneath her bottom, down her pretty legs, and off. He dropped her panties on a chair and spread her knees wide apart.

“Ooooh, yesss!” he breathed softly as he stared at her girlish cunt.

Flossy tendrils of spun gold curled along the edges of her snug slit and thickened to form a cute little pelt just above. Thaddeus sank to his knees before her.

“Now if you like what I do next, it will mean something,” he said.

“Wh-what will it mean, Pastor?” she asked innocently.

“Simply that you may not be as much in love with Johnny as you think you are-because if you loved him alone, you wouldn’t want another man to lick you between the legs.”

“Ooooh, Pastor!” She bashfully shut her eyes.

He bent close, lifting her spread legs high into the air, and she had to prop herself on her arms, lest she fall over. He held her behind her cute knees, letting her lower legs dangle loose. Her loafers hung from her toes.