Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"I don't belong to anyone," she responded. "Your dad and I love one another. But neither of us owns the other."

"But what we're thinking is evil," he shuddered.

"I'm glad you said we're thinking it, Davey. It means you're thinking it, too. And no, it isn't evil, because evil has to do with the hurting of people and things, and what you and I want to do has nothing to do with hurting. You know that, don't you?"

"I guess. Still, my mom always used to talk about how wicked it was to do things like this unless one wanted to make babies. And I know you can't make any babies."

"Davey," Betty whispered, cupping his face in both hands. "All I know is I have a very strong feeling for you. And I'm sure you have just as strong a feeling for me. The real evil would be in doing nothing. Then we're both hurt."

"Gosh, I dunno… "

Betty moaned softly and wrapped his body in her arms. He was so slim, still a young boy, but she could feel the pressure of his hardened cock, and remembering what it had looked like the previous late afternoon, she knew there were men with phallic wands not nearly as big. It pressed against the confinement of his pants in an urge to get out. Betty pressed her own groin against it, rolling her body around and around, realizing he was no longer pulling away.

What a wonderful prick, she thought. What an absolutely wonderful prick. Stiff with the solid hardness of youth, avidly pulsating against the softness of my own pubic mound; against the ardent need of my lusting cunt. Yes, there was lust in Betty for the boy. There had to be or she would never have wanted to make love with him. But there was no shame in this lust. It was a healthy, natural animal instinct. Betty recognized it as such. And coupled with the love she felt for him as Ira's son, she knew she wanted him more than ever. Perhaps it was this very youth of his that made him so attractive to her. Not that Ira was in any way old. He had been marvelous. But Davey had youth.

Her hands were caressing him gently, touching one sensitive zone after another as she fell back on the bed, pulling the boy with her. Even before they'd hit, her hands were busy tugging at his belt and yanking down the zipper of his pants. The cool sheets came up and pressed into her back, and caught as she was between the coolness of the sheets and the heat of his body, her own body exulted. She was going to be fucked by this wonderful boy, this son of the man she loved. It thrilled her all the more, knowing she was doing it to properly introduce him to all the wonders of sex. When the time came for him to date girls, he wouldn't fumble like some dumb amateur, but would know what to do, when to do it, and how best to perform. And he would have her to thank for it.

Writhing and rotating her body, she managed to undo her dress and pull it off. By the time he had his undershorts off, she was out of her bra and panties. The heated youthfulness of his solid, slender cock was tightly gripped in her palm, throbbing there in all its anxiety. She caressed the hard penis, letting her fingers rove over the blunted knob, feeling the heavy leakage of oily emission being spurted out of the pinhead-sized hole. His wrinkled balls were still hair-free, and the feathery touch of her fingertips made them fairly leap in their excitement.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, feeling his eyes staring at her twin mounds of fleshy delight. They were nice, full orbs, with strong muscles that kept them from sagging.

Betty slowly pulled her stepson's face between the pillows of her breasts, and was rewarded to hear him gasp as her flesh surrounded his face. His anxious mouth, seeking and exploring, covered a nutlike nipple, then pursed themselves around her aureole as his tongue licked wetly and hungrily across the enlarging nubbin. Then he began sucking and pulling with his lips, much as he must have in his infancy, when nursing at a bottle. His mother had insisted on not allowing him to suckle at her tits, afraid his subconscious mind would store away memories for the future.

"Ohhhhh, Davey," she whispered. "Oh sweet Davey. You're a natural lover. There's nothing childish about the way you're doing things. Ahhhhhh, yes that feels so go-o-o-o-d!"

His lips continued their vibrant sucking, orally making love to her enlarged nipple. His hands roved, filling his palms with the flesh of the cheeks of her buttocks, slowly sliding into the indentation between her thighs, touching the crispness of her short pubic hair.

"Gee!" he gasped into the valley between her mountainlike breasts. "I've been dreamin' about touching a cunt for such a long time, now. And when you married dad, I used to lay awake in my bed here, wonderin' what it'd be like to feel your cunt"

"Yes, sweet boy," she murmured, kissing his forehead.

"Well, I feel kinda scared and all…"

"Press it into the palm of your hand," she insisted, her own body trembling with licentious desire. "Cup it, feel it with your fingers, press against the lips, slide a finger between them and move it up and down. Feel how much I want you, Davey. Let your fingers feel how much my cunt needs you."

"Golly," he breathed. "It feels so slippery and wet, and yet so warm and soft."

Betty writhed her body a little, stroking her hands over his shoulders and down his back as she whispered, "Push your middle finger between my cuntlips, right into the hole there. Yes, yes, that's the… ahhhhhhhhhhh… right into my sucking cunt… ooooooooh… yessssssss… feel how hot I am inside. I'm hot for want of you, you sweet, warm, wonderful boy. I know it's tight in there, but try moving your finger around. Feel how soft and slurpy it is in there. Feel it good, Davey, because soon you're going to put this wonderful prick of yours in the same place, and we're both going to take a trip to heaven."

"Gee, I wanna do it," Davey murmured. "I'm kinda scared, that's all. Betty. You'll help me, won't you? You'll help me?"

"Of course," she murmured, exhaling. "Of course, you dear, sweet wonderful boy."

Her hand reached down for his throbbing penis and she clung to it with the tenacity of a leech as she raised one leg over his slender, youthful body and pressed her throbbing vagina right up against his pelvis. Slowly she steered the blunted point of his anxious cock to the entrance of her hungry cunnus. Then she placed the pulsing point into the slick, fiery gash, and then hunched her body forward, rotating her buttocks at the same time.

Thrill chased icy thrill through her body as the rigid cock smoothly worked its way into the sweet resistance of her succulent pussy, slowly pressing up and in until the entire length was sheathed in her belly. Every last little bit of hard cockflesh was buried inside her, and she even felt the swell of his youthful balls as they rested snugly against the leaking lips of her slavering sex. Her asscheeks automatically clenched.

God! It was so good, so good. And what she was doing she was doing with her husband's blessing. There was no fright in her, no fear of jealousy emanating from her spouse. Her husband's wonderful son had his virgin rod totally buried in the seething depths of her squirming quim, and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he blasted off. After all, this was his first time.

Pressing her knees into the bed on either side of him to keep her balance, Betty reached down with her palms and squeezed his two asscheeks. Gripping them tightly, she rose a little, then violently slammed her body down against his, driving the velvet glove of her cunt over his steel rod again and again, gyrating and bouncing wildly.

"Y-yes David," she gasped. "Do it. F-fill me f-full of that w-w-onderful cock. Fill me with it again and again… unnnhhhhhh… shove that wonderful meat into me until I black out… "

Davey gripped Betty's ass tightly as she bounced, determined to keep her gaffed on his squirming meat, thrusting uncertainly up into her seething box.