Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Love it," she nodded.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked, knowing damn well he was.

His hands were caressing her thighs as he touched his tongue to her upper belly. His lips were near her pelvis now, and she was breathing heavily, anticipating what was to come.

Her body trembled when the boy swathed his tongue across her body from hip to hip. Then, she twitched as his tongue licked into the steaming jungle of her venereal hair. Davey kept lapping downward, and Betty moved her body, parting her thighs all the wider, offering him all the room he'd need. Her pubis was automatically rising toward his mouth as her hands reached out to gently press down on his youthful head.

Abruptly she felt his tongue slurp into the smoking confines of her inner womanhood. The sharpness of his teeth seemed to dig into the delicate flesh of her labia. The wet, wiggly, slurping tongue pushed its way all the way into her, slithering as far as it could go, swizzling around in her sudsy hole, stimulating her vaginal walls as they'd never been stimulated before.

"Lick the clit," Betty begged. "Lick the clit. Oh god! Get that hot mouth of yours on my… uuuuuhhhhhhh… clitoris. The little nubbin of… aaaghhh… flesh… yes sweet David, yes."

She was writhing madly now. His working tongue eased in and out of her thrilled pussy, stopping only to strike at her trembling clitoris. And each time the lash of his tongue touched her there, she squealed and humped her body higher, slamming his face with her wet cuntlips.

Tremulous explosions shuddered through her aching cunt as blazing arrows of sensuality sparkled along her nerve-ends, flashing through her wanton mind. Betty humped her leaking crack up into Davey's face, sponging the softness of her furry, sopping swollen mound over his cheeks, eyes, and lips. She went delightfully over the edge of sanity for a brief, spastic moment because of the continuing massage his lithe tongue gave her shuddering clitoris. She felt Davey cupping her pussy with his palm as he licked at it, then he squeezed her leaking labia together and sucked the juices from it as one might from a gash in an oozing peach.

Blazing pyres jetted through her entire body as Betty clamped her thighs tightly around his head. Her clutching loins pulled his face ever deeper as she groaned and moaned through gritted teeth. Her fingers alternately pulled his hair, then dug nails into his scalp. She craved to feel his adoring tongue as it continued its unceasing work. Every inch of her aroused and burning body wanted the boy. Every pore in her skin opened itself to him, wanting to feel some part of him against her.

"Davey, Davey," Betty gasped, "sweet, wonderful, loving boy. You're wonderful. You feel so good down there. You eat my… uhhhh… pussy with a natural ability many men will… ooooooh… never master. Don't… gasp… stop now… ahhhhhhhh… it's driving me… agghhaaa… mad… oooooh… I'm coming… I'm commmmmiiiiinnnnnngggggg… I'm… ayyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-commmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg!"

His tongue seemed to become a licking cat-o' nine tails, whipping into her frenzied cunt again and again as her slithery nerves tightened in sweet, delicious spasms. Her back raised itself in an arch as strong rolling shudders laddered their way through her system. Betty felt as if the rotation of the earth had spun her right off. She seemed to free-wheel out into the vastness of eternal space; a warm, throbbing space that closed around her in a vibrant embrace.

Little by little her mind slowed until she had returned to the earth she'd left. Her tight, tense body began relaxing and softening, and every time she drew a breath it was as if she were inhaling some wondrous hallucinogenic drug.

The boy was his father's son in every respect. He had all his father's natural aptitudes for making a woman happy. Not that she was comparing Davey to his father. There was no question of comparison. Each, in his own way, was a natural artisan; a magnificent craftsman. Even as she writhed on the bed she felt his tongue still working its way through the sweet glue seeping from her tender cunt. His hands were still under her ass, cupping her buttocks!

Slowly, gently, Betty parted her thighs, releasing him. But Davey was in no hurry to tug his face from the well of nectar wherein he was drinking his fill. He kept on sipping the sweet dew pouring out of her until she tugged him over her body and made him rest his head on the cushions of her breasts. Her fingers laced through his hair, and her lips kissed his forehead as she realized the boy, like his father, was making an addict of her. She needed at least one of them continually. All the roaring fires in her body were temporarily banked, but it was only temporary. The flames could instantly be fanned to life, either by Davey or Ira.

Her mind once again drifted back in time to her uncle. Once he'd fucked her, he hadn't been able to get enough of her. He had talked her parents into letting Betty spend the Summer at his house. He was a bachelor, and so didn't have to worry about being found out by his wife.

Betty would never understand how she hadn't become pregnant. She had used no protection, and neither had he. But both continued wildly sucking and eating, in addition to the mad fucking they'd enjoyed. Betty had learned to come with her uncle's cock buried inside her, and soon seemed unable to get enough of it.

His particular delight had been in teaching her something new whenever it looked like she might get bored with "the same old thing." He must have fucked her in sixty different positions. And each one was as delightful as the one before. He had also taught her to blow, though like all other men, it never occurred to him Betty would receive pleasure from sucking his cock. Even though he got total enjoyment from eating her young, puffy cunt, he never thought she enjoyed sucking his meat. He was certain she ate his cock to make him happy, especially since she never swallowed his white cream. Betty never knew why, but until she married Ira, she was unable to swallow spunk.

Nevertheless, they had spent a very happy Summer together. And now Betty, looking down on Davey realized how much delight there was to be gotten from a youthful member of the opposite sex. Ira would always be her first love but his son would be just as close, perhaps because he was Ira s son.

Susan was shocked. It was bad enough to find her father and stepmother fucking for pleasure, knowing they could never have children. Then she had seen her own mother, with her new husband, using sex to punish herself. And now she was watching her stepmother and her brother indulging in oral genital sex. It was as if her stepmother was trying to make a fool of her father. What would happen next? Would Betty try and seduce her, Susan, as well? Did her stepmother want to make it a clean sweep? Fuck and suck the entire family?

Horrible! Monstrous! Evil pervaded all over. Susan had to get out. She had to find her father. She had to tell her father what was going on between Davey and Betty. She knew her father enjoyed sex, but at least he had been trying to confine it to each of his wives, one at a time. Whether his fucking had been moral, immoral, or anything in-between, at least he had kept it legal.

Quietly moving down the stairs, she eased herself out through the kitchen door. Her father was the town's leading orthodontist. He was Dr. Ira Frank when he was working.

She waited ten minutes for a bus and took it to the center of town. Her father had an office in a small medical complex right off River Avenue. Susan knew there would be a flock of kids in the front office. She'd never be able to get through to see her father and tell him. She would have to use the back door to get in.