Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

His gooey prick was slamming ever-faster into her sopping box as their pelvic bones literally shuddered against one another. He could feel the insides of her thighs rubbing his balls, making him shudder with delight. Her breasts rubbed themselves across his face again and again. Finally he opened his mouth and sucked one right in, biting hard on the nipple, enhancing her orgasm all the more. Her nails tore at his sides.

She peaked madly, insanely, wonderfully, stuffing what was left of his erection into her sopping pussy again and again, slamming her asscheeks heavily against his thighs as vibrant shudders burned their way through her cunt again and again.

It was over too soon as far as she was concerned. Davey had been willing to try one more time, but she knew Susan was due home from school, and the time was not right for Susan to learn about what she had done with Davey.

She toppled over and lay beside him on the bed for a few minutes, overjoyed at having been the first one to have David's young cock in her tight cunt. Odd, but she had fulfilled the one childhood ambition she'd always had, and now she could relax.

Davey was in more of a quandary than ever. His sister had been trying to convince him Betty was evil, and now he was certain there was nothing bad about her. Yet he didn't want to hurt Susan's feelings by telling her she was wrong.

Susan, for her part, was still more than a little mixed up. Her mother had told her sex, for reasons other than procreation, was evil. Yet her mother had indulged in sexual rites with four black men, using purification of her soul as an excuse. And now Reverend Trashman told her sex was whatever a person wanted it to be. It could be good, or it could be evil. And fornication was justifiable, according to the reverend, for reasons other than the making of babies. Humans didn't have a season wherein to mate. They could mate all year round. Therefore it followed humans had the right to enjoy sex, provided it was done for love of one another. In that sense, Betty hadn't been evil. Her love for Susan's father was all-encompassing.

But Reverend Trashman had gone one step further. He even advocated copulation of all kinds between unmarried couples, provided some kind of benefit could be reaped there from.

"Hey, Susie-baby, how's it going?"

Susan looked up and stared into the ugly, bespectacled countenance of Al Lasten.

"Go away, Al," she told him, walking a little faster as she headed for home.

"Whassamatter?" Lasten asked, striding beside her. "Don'tcha like me?"

"I heard what you did to Carol Crane."

"Aw come on, Susie. What'd I do?"

"The same thing you did to Mattie Warren. I know all about it. They might not admit it to the police, but they warned the rest of the girls in school to stay away from you."

"Big deal!" Lasten laughed. "All I did was dip the stick a little. I didn't hurt them none. I had rheumatic fever when I was a kid. It made me sterile. So I can't make none of you chicks pregnant."

"And that gives you the right to rape us?" Susan asked.

"Hell, it wasn't really rape. They asked for it. Maybe they didn't come out and ask for it in words, but they asked for it just as sure as if they'd written it down on paper."

"Just how did they ask for it?" Susan wanted to know.

"Like you, they flaunt their asses all over the place. They wiggle their butts whenever I'm near, like givin' me a come-on. And they wear tight bras to make their tits stick out. Not to mention the low cut necklines."

"Well I don't do any of those things," Susan sniffed.

"Naw, you just act uppity, like your pussy is perfumed. I dunno. Maybe it is perfumed. Not only that, but you got that sweet, innocent-lookin' kisser. What you really need is a good fucking."

"But not from you," Susan snapped.

"Yeah, Susie-baby. From me. I'm gonna fuck you one of these days. Not only that, I'm gonna eat that perfumed pussy of yours. And if you really behave nicely, maybe I'll give ya my stick to suck."

"I've heard enough," Susan insisted, and hurriedly turned away, crossing the street and running to her house.

For the next four weeks Susan did her best to avoid Al Lasten at all times. When she saw him anywhere around, she turned and went the other way. And whenever he saw her first, he'd wait until she'd seen him, then he smiled, and beckoned to her with his middle finger, as if letting her know he would one day use that finger on her.

It was on a Monday in the middle of June that she was let out of school one period early and decided to hurry home and finish her homework, that she was really shaken up. Letting herself in by the kitchen door, she put her books on the kitchen table and heard Davey speaking to Betty. Betty was upstairs and Davey was downstairs. He was at the foot of the stairs, walking up, saying, "I found your glasses on the hall table, Betty. I'll bring them right up."

Susan stepped into the hall just in time to see her younger brother climb the stairs. But what she saw she couldn't quite believe. He was naked. He was undressed and he was going to see Betty.

Puzzled, Susan followed her brother, watching as he walked into her bedroom. She saw him close the door, but it didn't snap shut. He had accidentally left it the littlest bit open.

Did she dare peer in and see what was going on? She had already spied on Betty once, and from what the Reverend Trashman had told her, Betty had not been evil. Then she had spied on her mother, who would swear to the heavens she had done nothing wrong. Would it be right to see what was going on between Davey and Betty?

Susan couldn't take the pressure any longer. She had to look for herself and make sure everything was okay. She moved close to the door and peered in through the slight opening. There was Betty, completely naked, just like Davey. Once again, staring at the rich fullness of Betty's body, Susan felt a twinge of jealousy. There were those full, brown-tipped and tilted breasts, the flat stomach, and the black pubic hair that gleamed like varnished ebony.

Betty had put on the glasses Davey had given her so she could see all the better. She was moving toward Davey, who lay on the bed, letting her breasts thrust boldly out while Davey gazed in wide-eyed wonder at her beauty. Susan's brother was now up on his elbows, the rest of his form supinely stretched out on the bed. His quivering penis thrust straight out from between his thighs.

Oh God! Susan thought. My stepmother and my brother, cheating on my father. This is definitely wrong. It has to be evil.

Mother was right, she thought to herself. Fornication for purposes other than procreation is wrong. Look what was happening in my own home. First Betty had seduced her father, and now she was doing things with her brother, cuckolding her wonderful father. How could Betty do such a horrible thing?

Her fingernails tightly gripped the doorframe as she watched Betty approach Davey. Kneeling at the side of the bed, Betty began lightly rubbing and stroking Davey's stomach. Susan saw her brother's throbbing penis bob back and forth and realized how much it resembled that of her father. For a young, thirteen-year-old boy, Davey was really hung.

Immediately she put such a vile thought from her mind. She watched Betty lean down and kiss Davey's stomach, pressing her tits into his thigh as she did so.

Vile, pernicious woman, Susan thought. All you've done since coming here is take your sexual pleasure with the -men of the house. Have you no shame at what you're doing?

Then Betty's fingers reached out and caressed the solid shaft.

"That's a very exciting cock you have there," Betty told him. "Lord! Who would think a boy of your size could spout such a marvelous tool. I adore it almost as much as I do your father's. His will always be first in my heart, but you know that."