Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"It's not your heart where I want my penis to enter," Davey said, smiling.

"You're a very witty boy," Betty laughed. "My, my, look at the way that wet, sticky stuff that just oozes from your darling penis. It makes the head all shiny and new-looking. Tell me, Davey, do you find me exciting?"

"Sure," David gulped. "You betcha, you're terrific,"

"You only say that because I'm the first woman you've ever seen naked. One of these days you'll start having affairs with girls your age or younger, and you'll forget all about me."

"No," Davey said, shaking his head. "I'll never forget about you. You were first, and I'll never forget that."

"Perhaps," Betty said, and kissed his lips lightly.

"I'll tell you one thing," Davey announced. "When you press those nipples into my thigh like that I get hot and bothered all over."

Susan suddenly realized she was jealous. She was jealous of Betty. Dumb as it sounded, she wished she was in that room, doing things with Davey. Perhaps it was Davey's one chance at salvation. Hadn't the Reverend Trashman said something about using one's body for the benefit of others? Who better than her own brother? Even the incest would be forgiven since she would be weaning Davey away from the evil Betty.

No, Susan thought. Not yet. I haven't the courage to do something like that. But one day she would, and when she did, she would cleanse the house of the evil Betty had brought.

She continued staring as Betty gracefully climbed onto the bed, still fondling Davey's hard cock. She crawled on top of Davey, her mouth hungrily searching for his. Hot tongues were flicking back and forth between their mouths, blending as their bodies writhed against one another. It was almost as if one strand of satin was sliding against another the way their bodies intertwined.

"Suck my tit," Betty insisted, raising one of her finely formed tits to Davey's lips. His mouth opened and tightly sucked in the hard nipple as his hands blithely wandered across her body.

"Uhhhhhh!" Betty moaned as Davey's mouth continued nibbling her nipple.

Davey's hands reached down and filled themselves with the flesh of Betty's asscheeks. His fingers pinched and tweaked, kneading where necessary, feeling the way her asscheeks filled his palms to overflowing. He continued nibbling strongly on her swollen, nut-brown nipple, making Betty writhe madly.

Betty grabbed Davey by the hair, tugging his head back and letting her tongue swirl through his mouth. Then her lips moved to his throat, kissed it longingly, and moved lower, licking at his own small nipples. She was sliding her body lower, and as she kissed the flat of his belly, she let his hard cock slide into the valley between her breasts. She licked his navel a half dozen times, then moved her head lower.

Susan gasped to herself. Betty was going to do for her brother what she had done with her father. She watched as the older woman rubbed her cheek against the boy's straining phallus. Betty's hair tickled Davey's thighs, making him open them. Her fingers danced lightly over his delicate balls. Then she lightly touched the tip of his throbbing phallus with her tongue. It made the hot cock twitch. Betty stared at the swollen knob of her stepson's prick, the skin stretched smoothly and delicately. The little blind eye began seeping the colorless fluid again, and her tongue was quick to eat it up, making Davey writhe even more.

Her tongue licked all over the shining head and Davey began trembling violently. Then her lips came together in a pucker as she kissed the knobby head, tasting the delight of the fluid he was emitting. It was a forerunner of taste to come, and Betty, no longer able to take the suspense, opened her mouth and used her lips to form a hood over his penis as she gobbled it in. Her starving tongue curled itself around the staff, making her even hungrier as wild thrills continued racing through her. Her fingers tightened around the base of his throbbing cock as she sucked the rest of it all the way into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.

Davey was moving violently under her, twisting, turning, writhing and squirming in the throes of a mad delirium of delight. He rammed his hot cock even deeper into her mouth, then pulled it back. But her lips would not surrender it. She drew the wedge-shaped head way back into her throat as far back as it would go. Not being as long as his father's, it didn't quite touch her gullet. Then she retreated, letting the heavy prong slide out of her mouth with her tongue pressed up against it. But once the glans reached her lips they remained hooked inside. Down her head moved again, rubbing the spongy head against her palate. Her teeth nibbled at the underside as she withheld her tongue this time. Down she went until the full length was throbbingly encased in her mouth, then up she rose another time until her lips held the corona fast. Greedily she sucked the penis in again, then once again let it retreat. Down, then up, down, then up, her head moved rhythmically, gobbling the solid penal wand again and again.

"B… Betty," Davey gasped. "I… I… can't hold it much… longer. I'm gonna shoot… any second."

"Mmmmmm!" was all Betty said, nodding her head. "Let go or I'll spatter the stuff down your throat," Davey begged.

"But all Betty did was nod, as if inviting him to unleash the contents of his throbbing cock into her throat. Her lips continued pulling, her tongue kept on licking, and her teeth continued nibbling. It was as if she were actually siphoning the sperm right out of his balls. Her head began pumping faster, and the boy's hands clenched tightly in her hair. His crotch lifted itself off the bed as he crammed the full length of his cock into her mouth again and again.

"Betty!" he screamed. "BETTY! AHHHH… I'm… uhhhhh… commmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiinnnnnnnggggggguuuuuggghhh!"

The gooey sperm came splashing insanely out of him, spurting from the swollen head, spitting itself out into Betty's mouth in dozens of tiny white pools. Thick, creamy foam filled her cheeks and seeped into her throat. She swallowed, tasting the rich flavor of his white sperm, then readied herself to take some more. The slithery liquid moved past her tongue, down her throat, into her hungry belly.

Betty continued madly sucking, rolling the throbbing head of his phallus around and around on her tongue, seeking the last gooey drops of his maleness. Only when the penis had finally shrunk, and there was no more seepage coming from it did she finally release it. Even then, her tongue continued licking all over it, washing it clean, doing as thorough a job on his balls, as well.

"More," Davey begged.

"More what?" Betty asked, moving up next to him. "There isn't a thing I can do for you, now. Your penis is too small."

"Maybe," Davey nodded, reaching down and pressing his fingers into her hot, soaking box. "But there isn't anything that says I can't enjoy doing things to you."

His mouth moved lower to nuzzle her tit as his fingers moved in and out of her seething box. In the past four weeks she had taught him well. He had been reluctant to perform cunnilingus at first, and even more reluctant to perform analingus. But the moment she had shown him how good it felt to have her mouth on his genitals, he began to understand, and little by little brought himself to lap and suck her. He had been reluctant about it at first, but with the passage of the days he became more and more avid about it, until she realized the boy loved doing it as much as she enjoyed blowing him. Now he was preparing to go down on her, working her up with his fingers, first, while his lips and tongue slowly moved down.

She remained stock-still when he took his tongue from her nipples and began licking along her belly.

"Like?" he asked in a teasing voice.

He had gotten the habit of teasing from her. At the beginning she used to tease him a lot, and now he was using it on her.