Deep Crotch Mother Chapter THREE

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Deep Crotch Mother Chapter THREEMarcella arose when the first light of morning flooded into the room. Her c***drenwere still sound asleep, and she shut the d**** on the window so that the lightwouldn’t disturb them. Wrapping a robe around her nakedness, she went to thebathroom across the hall and relieved herself. Then she brushed her teeth andcombed her auburn hair, which tumbled in glistening waves around her shoulders.Floyd and his wife were having breakfast when she walked to the kitchen.“Hmph!” was all the plump, dowdy, gray-haired woman said in response toMarcella’s cheery greeting, and she got up from the table to march out of the room.“I guess your wife resents my being here,” Marcella observed sadly to the farmer,who was stuffing eggs and fried potatoes into his mouth.“Don’t pay no mind to her,” he replied, and wiped his lips on a napkin as he stared atthe enticing swells in the front of Marcella’s robe.“Well, I would feel better about everything if she liked me.”“You just concentrate on makin’ me like you, honey,” Floyd said, and reached forher.His arm looped around her middle and he drew her close to his chair. His bonyfingers parted the edges of her robe, spilling out her lush, rosy-nippled breasts.She had to hold onto the temporary home which the Lord had provided for herselfand her c***dren. That was part of His plan. And so she let the farmer clutch and liftone of her large, squidgy tits, directing its nipple to his lips.He groaned and fastened his hungry mouth around her inviting spigot. He suckedmuch more strongly than Timmy had done.“Unnnnnnh … “ Marcella breathed, annoyed because the farmer was so demandingbut she couldn’t help enjoying the feel of his tugging lips and lapping tongue.His hand rolled her other breast and roughly bounced it up and down.“Mr. Wilcox, it’s … uh … early in the morning!” she said plaintively.“I woke up with a hard-on!” he panted after pulling his mouth from her breast. “Icouldn’t think about nothin’ else but you!”He pulled Marcella’s robe open all the way down, and he stared at her auburn muff.Groaning again, he bowed his shaggy gray head, driving his face into the abundanthairy triangle at the base of her belly.Marcella thought about his wife, who had gone back to the bedroom but might returnat any moment. However, if the Lord required that Marcella submit to the woman’shusband, in order to have a place for herself and her c***dren to stay, she wasprepared to do so. Sometimes adultery was permitted, the leader of her church hadtaught her, and this seemed to be one of the times when the Lord was telling her itwas all right.She spread her legs and squatted slightly, making her warm, soft-lipped cuntaccessible to Floyd’s demanding mouth. He plunged his tongue into the meaty feastshe offered, obviously preferring it to the eggs and bacon on his plate.“Ooooooh!” Marcella breathed heavily, and worked her hips in a circle while stillsquatting. Floyd’s tongue reamed her elastic orifice and drew into his mouth thehighly flavorful produce of several days’ sexual stimulation.The middle-aged farmer got carried away, and he clutched the plump cheeks ofMarcella’s ass, his hands underneath her robe. He yanked hard on her spongypillows and squeezed them, crushing her plushy, moist snatch against his mouth. Heshamelessly sucked and tongued her tangy-tasting cunt.Marcella began humping uncontrollably, her bare knockers bobbling up and down.She panted. Her spread-legged, bent-kneed pose was getting uncomfortable, andshe wished that Floyd would sit her on the table.But either he didn’t think of that or he didn’t want to interrupt his eating for even amoment. Marcella settled more and more into his hands as he held the cheeks of herass. His fingertips were between the spread, satiny mounds, tickling very close toher anus. Marcella thought of how he had stuck a finger right up her asshole whilethey were out on the road, and she kind of wished he would do that again. But in themeantime, his tongue in her cunny felt very good.(The Lord had never told her she should dislike what she did at His direction.)Floyd rotated his hoary head, his hair tickling the inner surfaces of her smooththighs. But she hardly noticed that, because of the wild things his tongue was doingin her cunt. No man had ever eaten her quite so well or so thoroughly or had seemedto enjoy the feast quite so much.Just when she thought Floyd was through plunging his tongue deeply into her snatchand slurping the rich juices out, because he had withdrawn his tongue and waswiggling it through the lippy folds that surrounded her fuckhole, he drove it back upher channel, causing her to yelp with joy. Then out he went once more to lick throughthe curly hairs that covered her large lovelips. He found her stiff, tingling clitty andpoked his tongue flutteringly at that. Again Marcella squealed. Now he sank his oralprobe up her steamy twat once more.“Ooooooh … God in HEAV-eeennnn!” she panted, clutching Floyd by the head.“What are you doooooo-ing to meeee?!”She istanbul escort bumped her cunt fuckingly against the man’s face until she felt that if he didn’tlet her set her ass on something solid she would collapse. Floyd didn’t, and she did.Her big bottom slipped from his hands and landed on the linoleum floor with asmack!“Hellfire!” he cried, and leaped to his feet, overturning his chair.Marcella stared at the high-standing peak in his overalls, which was right in front ofher eyes. Her brain went into a dizzy swirl. She wanted to free the farmer’s long, stifflove maker, which she had masturbated to a spurting climax yesterday-but she didn’tlike the idea of having the thing rammed into her mouth, which was what she wasafraid he might do, considering the position she was in.Sucking her son’s little cockie was pleasurable, because it had a nice, delicate tasteand wasn’t big enough to hurt her throat. But the large, thrusting bones of grownmen tasted much stronger, she had learned, and she got scared sometimes whenthey stuck them into her mouth. Also, she did have some pride, and the Lord hadnever come right out and told her that she had to suck cock!Her hesitation obviously frustrated Floyd, and he clawed at his fly, ripping down thezipper.“No!” she cried, and tried to struggle to her feet, her titties shaking.But Floyd pushed on the top of her head with one hand while he liberated his lovetool with the other, and his eight-inch rod leaped out to stand quiveringly in front ofher face. He clutched the blue-veined shaft and rolled back his foreskin, causing hislurid cock-knob to bulge while giving off a raunchy aroma.Marcella’s eyes rolled. Her mouth went slack. She knew she was going to get fuckedin the mouth whether she wanted it or not.But Floyd didn’t push his prick right between her sensuous lips and start humping asshe had feared he would do. First he played another little game:Holding Marcella by the top of her head, with his fingers spread wide apart, hesquinched her down to provide a better alignment. Then, gripping his tallywhacker inhis other hand, he slapped the bulb-ended truncheon back and forth across her face,literally clubbing her with the wild-smelling thing.She bleated in humiliation as his cock struck her cheeks and rubbed across her face,right underneath her flared nostrils. Gusts of cock-scent rose steamily up her nose,making her brain giddier than ever.“Aaaaaaw … nooooh … yessss … oooh, give it to me!” she panted.Floyd pushed down on his springy rod and shoved it at her mouth. By then she wasready, and she spread her lips into a wide, juicy O. When the farmer sank hisraunchy cock deep into her mouth, she glugged. Her lips tightened around his hardcolumn, and her tongue made a velvet cradle for his cockhead as her throat flaredopen. Her eyes were shut. Her entire body throbbed.Floyd began to fuck his cock slowly in and out of the church-woman’s pretty face,and she responded by sucking heatedly on his randy-flavored bone. She gulpeddown a mixture of her own saliva and his sex-juice.Just then Floyd’s frumpy wife appeared in the kitchen door. “Well, I never … !” sheexclaimed, staring at the obscene sight.“I know it, you prudish old hen!” her husband rasped. “Whenever I wanted this kindof love, I had to buy it. But I’m gettin’ it for free now, and it’s goddamn good!”He drove his hips, plunging his prick more deeply into Marcella’s mouth … and intoher clasping throat, as well! She shifted her eyes sideways to look at the farmer’swife, then shut them in shame. If the Lord was with her at that moment, she didn’thear His voice or feel His presence. All she felt was the big, bulb-ended pecker thatrammed into her throat and held her lips wide apart as its veined, ridgy hardnessstroked steadily between them … tickling and teasing her … turning her on, againsther will.She sucked gulpingly on the farmer’s cock, her cheeks flushed, her eyes remainingshut. She hunched against his rhythmic but not vicious plunges, and she found thather throat could accommodate his cockhead quite well.Sarah watched for several shocked moments, through eyes that were wide open,then she turned and rushed back to the bedroom, sobbing in self-pity over the wayher husband of thirty years was “defiling” their home.He seemed unconcerned about her attitude, concentrating on the pleasure whichMarcella lavished on his prick.“Lick it now!” he told her and pulled his gleaming plunger from her mouth with a luridpopping sound. It was jammed straight up in front of her face as he yanked her closeto him, her moist lips smacking the underside of his shaft near the base. He reachedinto his overalls and brought his hairy balls tumbling out against her chin.By that time she was as sensuously involved as he, and of her own accord shebegan to lick his velvety, big brown nuts, picking up a sharp tang of perspiration. Heshoved down not too roughly on the top of her head, and her tongue dipped avcılar escort beneathhis dangling gonads. As she ricked him down there, his balls straddled her nose.Breathing in the super-raunchy aroma of his sweaty crotch had the strange effect ofturning her on all the stronger, and she opened her wet mouth to take in a testicle.As she let his throbby nut soak in her mouth, she rolled her eyes upward to study inresponse.The farmer had his eyes closed, and his mouth was agape. His upthrust prickwaggled like a semaphore across her forehead.Marcella spit out his nut, licked his velvety sac some more, plastering down some ofthe wispy hairs that curled around it, then warmly swabbed her tongue up theunderside of his cock until she reached the plump, flavorful head. She licked aroundthe groove behind his cock’s ridgy collar, then covered the plumlike knob, thoroughlyre-coating it with her wet, gleaming saliva. Her darting tongue took up some clearhoney that oozed from the slit at the tip of his organ.“Aaaaahhhhhngh!” she said, clasping his plump peckerhead in her hot mouth to sucksome more.She bobbed forward and back, entirely of her own accord, eagerly fellating him.“Aaaaw, hellfire … !” Floyd croaked. “I’ve gotta fuck you!” Yes! Oh, yes! she thought.Please fuck me! Fuck me good! I haven’t had a real good fucking in a long time, andI need it-even from an old codger like you! PRAISE THE LORD!She let his big prick snap free, and it swayed to and fro as he grasped herunderneath the arms and lifted. Her head lolled, like that of a Raggedy Ann, and herlegs felt rubbery when she put her weight on them.Floyd stripped the open robe off her arms, her lush breasts bobbling, and he shovedher backward onto the kitchen table. She sat in the middle of his breakfast, his eggsand potatoes squishing into the crack of her ass.The plate had tipped, but fortunately it didn’t break under her weight, and shereached behind her to yank it free and slide it across the table.Floyd pulled her legs wide apart and jerked them forward a little, so that her buttockswere perched on the edge of the table. This puckered her cunt, and there it was,staring at him-a wet rosy hole surrounded by a thick fringe of dark hair. He graspedhis cock and moved up to her, into the fleshy V of her thighs.His bulbous cockhead socked into the circle of her cuntmouth, spreading it, andMarcella moaned. Her cuntflesh crept claspingly forward to embrace the fullness ofhis knob.“Uuuuh!” she said as the rim of her vaginal mouth settled into the groove behind hisglans, and his bulb throbbed inside her.“Ooooooohh!” she breathed heatedly as he shoved his cock deeper, sinking it inchby-inch into her fervid flesh until her vagina claimed his horny length and she wasplugged from clitoris to womb!“Fuck me … fuck me … fuck me … “ she panted, half under her breath, sounding notat all like a church-woman.But as Floyd began to stroke his thick, long cock in and out of her, the Divine voiceseemed to speak and tell her it was all right. It was the Lord’s power moving in her,she convinced herself.She raised her legs at either side of the skinny, middle-aged farmer, bending themso that her bare feet swayed forward and back as she hunched heatedly. Sheclutched Floyd around his scrawny neck, because he wasn’t supporting her back.Instead, his hands were full of her boobies, squeezing and rolling the resilientmasses of smooth, nipple-studded titflesh.He stroked forward and back, steadily and long, gliding his cockhead from her cunt’smouth to the deepest part of her vagina. His jolts shook her titties in his hands. Hishard shaft rubbed her clit-tip exactly right.“Ooooh Goddd … oooh, glory!” she said fucking fervently with him.He thumbed her bristling nipples, making them tingle wildly as they snapped free.They swelled so ruddy full of warm blood that they looked and felt as if they wereabout to burst.The farmer kept pumping his lengthy hard-on in and out of her cunt, still movingdeliberately so that the strokes stropped her hot clit to a fare-thee-well, while notgiving her the rapid stimulation she would need in order to get her rocks off. Shemoaned and wriggled, kicking her legs. Her ass felt sticky from the eggs andpotatoes, which by that time had been ground into a mush.“Oooooh, fuck … fuck … fuck … fuck me, you old fool!” she cried, and the farmerloved it.She lasciviously imagined his wife listening from down the hall.Floyd’s big prick felt better and better, ramming deep into her wet vagina, its ridgeand veins rippling her clasping cuntflesh. She hooked her legs behind him so thatshe could hold on with them as well as with her arms about his neck, and this let herbounce her fleshy asscheeks right on the table’s edge, without fear of falling.The man had magnificent endurance, something she had discovered with other oldermen, and she luxuriated in his ramming thrusts of passion. She hoped the lusciousfucking would last all day.But Floyd wasn’t that good a stud. He şirinevler escort was already nearing the point where he wouldhave to go for his payoff.Thinking about what had happened yesterday, he wanted something more before hefinished with this woman-something really rare and thrilling. He didn’t know if hewould 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 herface 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 thecrack of her ass, wiping the eggs and potatoes away so that he could see the littlegathering of brownish puckers that marked the spot where he had stuck his fingerthe day before.“Oooooh, oooooh, please … yes … DOOOO it!” she panted, thinking he was going toram her throbbing cunt from the rear.But he had something more exotic and even more stimulating in mind as he directedhis 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 boundto hurt!However, Floyd was not about to be stopped. Throbbing with a greater lust than hehad known in years, the horny farmer twisted his slippery cockhead against hercrinkly nest of puckers and pushed forward.She bawled with pain as her asshole was forced to spread-wide, wide, wider than ithad ever been stretched before. The man’s cock was so slippery, and he waspushing 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 sk**dingly encircledthe 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 herrubber rim was allowed to relax just a trifle. This lessened the painful pressure rightthere, 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 endof 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 inchessticking up inside her … the wrong way.She bawled, the tears streaming down her cheeks, as Floyd began to stroke, fuckingher virgin ass with gusto. He didn’t push too deeply. He didn’t have to, because hewas getting the thrill he wanted as her grippingly tight and slippery asshole rippled upand down across the ridge of his cockhead and along two inches of his veined, rigidshaft.He yanked her squidgy buttocks wide apart and watched her rosy rear-ring claim hispenetrating thrusts, folding outward as he withdrew and turning inward with eachplunge. He let her buttocks slap against his pole, and enjoyed the sight of hispoontanger sinking rhythmically between her vibrating, creamy, curved asscheeks.She clawed at the table and flopped her head from side to side. The plungingpressure inside her was still intense, but she was getting used to it some. And heranus didn’t burn so much, although it remained stretched wide around the man’sstroking 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 midair.Her buttocks vibrated wildly. Up and down between them the man’s long, stifflovemaker pumped, sinking into her rectum again and again.Marcella’s yelling had attracted the farmer’s wife, and she appeared fearfully in thekitchen doorway once again, to see what new fiendish act her husband wascommitting. 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’mgivin’ 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 keptstroking his hot rod up her tail.“Uuuuh! Ooooh! Yesss, you’re so FILTHY! But I … ooooh … “ She began to bump. “ILOVE ITTT!”She bumped her ass wildly as she clung to the edges of the table, and she thrilled tothe asshole-pleasing plunges of the man’s thick, hard prick. His eyes rolled upwardin their sockets, and he flung back his head. He fucked Marcella’s ass with all thefervor he possessed and, when he heard her squeal in frenzied climax and felt herasshole ripple spastically around his rod, his fiery bulk jerked in her rectum. Hepoured gush after spurting gush of thick, creamy cum into her bowels while sheshook 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. AMCOMFORTABLY SETTLED AT FLOYD WILCOX FARM. PRAISE THE LORD!

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