Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Every time I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am," Ira was saying. "God! You have no idea what a nightmare I went through for fourteen years with Abigail. Fourteen years of listening to her spout the gospel at me. Fourteen years of hearing her pray to God for forgiveness every time I took her to bed. Fourteen years of listening to her harangue me and chastise me for wanting what belonged to me. Thank God it's over. With you here I'm almost willing to become a churchgoing man, myself."

"I didn't marry a man who wanted to go to church all the time," Betty laughed. "You just go on being yourself. I love you for the man you are, and not the man someone else wanted you to be."

She walked to the foot of the bed, and Ira slid around behind her, pressing his cock against her full, rich buttocks. His arms pressed into her belly for a moment, then he slowly let his fingers move up and cup her full breasts. He pressed his palms into her nutlike nipples, feeling them swell and press against him. One hand left her tit and moved lower, rubbing into the black thatch on her pelvis. His hard cock began pressing into the crevice between her asscheeks.

Betty leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. She closed her eyes as his hands rotated against her nipples and pelvis causing ever-widening pulsations to radiate from her body. Thrills began invading her delicate labia, causing the hot, tight tunnel inside to become wetter and hotter. Her body was more and more aware of the pressure of his phallus.

His lower hand moved up to cup a tit again, and with both hands he squeezed hard, making the two tits bobble for a moment. Then he spun her around to face him, plunging his tongue all the way into her mouth, feeling her full breasts flatten themselves against his chest. Her outstretched nipples now pressed maddeningly into him, making his chest tingle wherever they touched.

Betty panted more and more strongly as Ira lengthened the kiss, licking her tongue lightly, sensuously, delightfully, after which he ran his tongue gently around the inside of her mouth. Betty reacted by reaching down and getting a tight grip on his phallus. Her arm went rigid as she thrilled to the heated solidity of it.

Pulling her head away and breaking the kiss, she said, "God! I do love you. I've never met a man like you. You only have to look at me and I become excited. When you touch me, I'm completely lost."

Pressing her breasts against his chest, she forced him back against the bed. Then she released him and lay down, waiting for him to be the aggressor. He sat beside her, his questing hands thrillingly traveling the length and breadth of her long legs. They moved up and down a dozen times, never touching the same spot twice, and finally came to rest near the tawny brush of her pubic hair.

Betty spread her thighs farther apart as Ira caressed her moistened labial folds, lightly rubbing them. His fingers found her pearl-shaped clitoris and expertly pressured it into swelling all the more, causing excitement to race through Betty's body. She writhed on the counterpane, unable to keep her body dormant.

Slowly, very slowly, she felt him sliding a middle finger into the tightness of her burning twathole. She felt the finger slide all the way up into her, then slide back, slowly teasing her with its seesawing, fucking motion. Her aching cunt began heavily leaking as her hands moved to her own breasts to knead the nipples, arousing herself even more.

"Lick my finger," Ira insisted, reaching the middle finger of his free hand toward her mouth. Obediently she pulled it between her lips and began sucking on it until it was coated with her saliva. He pulled it out and slowly moved it under her, reaching for the cleft of her ass. When he found it, he slid the finger forward, parting her asscheeks, finding the wrinkled bud of her rectum. Betty felt the finger push into her puckered asshole, slowly but surely making inroads until it was all the way inside her. Then the two fingers began working in tandem, each pressing against the other, separated by a thin membrane of skin.

"Oh, Ira-honey," she murmured. "You really know how to make a woman helpless, don't you."

"Gorgeous woman, you're about to be begging me to stick my hot, horny cock into the tightness of your lovely cunt."

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "I love it when you talk like that. It gets my pussy even hotter."

"It's not nearly as hot as it's going to get," he assured her.

Tugging his fingers out of her cunt, he moved himself around until he was kneeling between her thighs. He grabbed her hips and lifted, draping her calves over his shoulders. He lowered his face, kissing her belly, licking her navel, then letting his tongue slide lower. It traveled farther south, letting it safari through the hair jungle on her pubis before finally coming to rest at the top of her aching pink slit.

Betty felt the tickle of his tongue and jumped, thrilling to the way it lingered before finally making up its mind which way to go. Then she felt it slowly slithering down into her sopping crack, sliding lower and lower until it-had moved the entire length of her vaginal gash. Her body shook from side to side, making her full breasts bounce wildly as she bucked and writhed. And then his lips were pressing themselves down against her sopping labia as he thrust the length of his tongue as far up into her seething muff as it would go. She felt it, and locked it in there as her vaginal muscles tightened, almost pulling it out of his mouth by the roots. She felt the tongue circle around and around and around inside her, poking and probing as his mouth seemed to fill itself with as much of her cuntflesh as it could. His teeth were grating against her hairy pubis, filling her with wonderfully thrilling bits of delightful anguish.

She heard him as he sucked loudly, nibbling carefully on her swollen labia, making her hotter by the second. She knew he was no less hot, his arms locked around her pressed-back thighs. Her panting became louder and louder. She thought he would make her come then and there. But he didn't want her to pinnacle just yet. He suddenly stopped, lifting his cunt juice smeared face from between her hot thighs, letting her ass slowly settle itself back on the bed. Betty watched him run his tongue around his lips, trying to lick off whatever secretions he could.

Ira loved the taste of her cunt. This was one of the reasons why she loved him so much. There was nothing pretentious about him.

Betty hadn't been a virgin when she'd met Ira Frank. Betty hadn't exactly given her body to every man she'd ever met, but on occasion she'd dated men who insisted she go down on them without reciprocating. But Ira Frank had been the first one to eat her because he liked it. What was more, the more she enjoyed being eaten, the more he liked eating her. And he wasn't shy about using his tongue. He probed everywhere, licking her anus, her vagina, her navel, and even between her toes.

Because he enjoyed doing all these things, Betty enjoyed sucking his cock. All the other men she'd sucked as a favor to them. When they came, she always spat their come into a tissue. Ira was the only man whose sperm she swallowed. Not only that, but she enjoyed doing it. She loved the taste of him. More, she just loved being with him, and soon came to realize life was a dull existence without him. When he had proposed marriage, she was more than overjoyed.

Ira had married the first time in haste. His wife had been bad for him, and he had been bad for her. When the divorce had finally come through, Ira's wife hurried off to marry another man, in essence making the same mistake again, not really knowing whether or not the man was good for her.

Ira had decided not to marry again. It was this not wanting to make a commitment that attracted Betty to him. In the beginning, Betty had been extremely good just for cheering him up. Neither had expected anything more than a good lay, but each got so much more they both realized marriage was necessary.