Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

He pushed a hand between the terror-ridden thighs of her body, using his fingers to seek out the ultra-tight elasticity of her virgin vulva. He felt the rounded dome of his pulsing prick slide slowly, wetly between the shuddering pink labia of her unopened cunt. He used his fingers to guide the throbbing member into the tight entrance of her vagina. Grunting, he pressed his solid phallus into the pulsating hollow, pushing it slowly in. Christ! He felt as if his hard cock was sliding through thickening putty as her tender vaginal walls surrounded it in a tight grip.

"Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling him force his penis into her.

It felt thicker than it had looked, and now it was prying her pussywalls apart, pressuring them into surrendering and swallowing his full length. Damn! The pressure hurt.

"Sis, sweet sis, your wonderful cunt is so tight. I swear it feels like I'm shoving into an elastic tube. Jesus! I never figured a girl could be this snug. Oh God! Susan, I really love you. I love you."

"Stop… stop… " she begged, thrashing about in pain. "Davey, how can you say you love me and hurt me like this."

Her tight cunt felt as if it would split at any moment. The clutching, tiny labia stretched to form a perfect fit; a collar around the head, then the neck of his cock as it pressed into her. She tensed her hips, trying to pull back, only to feel the mattress under her, preventing her from retreating any farther. There was no direction for her pelvis to move but forward. No matter how much pain, she had to go ahead.

His bulging glans came up against the barrier of her maidenhead, and feeling it, probed here and there, looking for a way around it. But there was no way around it. He had to go through it. He ground the rocket-nosed shape of his glans against her elastic cherry with careful deliberation, wanting her to feel every throbbing inch of his wanton cock in her weeping cunt.

Susan ground her teeth together feeling the anguish fill her womb. She gasped as she felt his prodding cock press unsuccessfully at the elastic membrane. Susan knew the resistance of her cherry was useless. Yet it was part of her, and being such, seemed reluctant to surrender merely because a cock so ordered. Her clenched fists beat on her brother's back, and her heels kicked the bedcovers again and again. She did everything in an attempt to ease her pain, but it was useless. Her brother gripped her tightly, ramming his hips maddeningly forward, prodding his relentless prick against the wall of her cherry again and again.

"Push up, sis," he moaned. "Push up. Help me and the pain'll go away."

And then there was no resistance as his thick cock began sliding deeper into her. Her precious hymen had been shredded into a thousand bloody pieces. Deeper, deeper, deeper, he slid all the way in, right up to her uterus-opening.

'Daveeeeeeyyyyyyy…!" she screamed, emptying her lungs of air with a loud shriek, gasping at the agonized shock of having lost her virginity so viciously. She could feel his driving cock wedge its way between her tight, sensitive vaginal walls, forcing them farther apart as it rode all the way into her. It parted the waters of the Red Sea. Like a hot knife* slicing through cold butter the cock rammed its full length all the way up into her quivering pussy. She wept tearfully at the over-powering hurt, realizing the worst was over. If there was no escape from dehymenization, at least the most painful part was over. Now all she had to do was lie there and let Davey pump into her again and again until he emptied his overfilled balls into the depths of her tender pussy.

Davey plunged forward repeatedly, feeling his weighty young testicles clap noisily against the bottom of her writhing buttocks. He could feel Susan wriggling beneath him in an attempt to change her position in the hope of relieving the pressure his in thrusting cock was building. Susan's slender, shapely legs were kicking out on either side of her brother.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "Davey, that thick penis of yours is ripping me to shreds inside. No more, Davey. No more. It hurts too much."

Davey only smiled lewdly, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before her cries changed from anguish to delight. He rammed his iron-solid staff harder and faster, plunging ever deeper into her hot, surrendering flesh, his stabbing thickness sinking again and again into the wonder of her swampy pussy. Her hot cunt felt like a living condom wrapped around his plunging tool.

Susan realized there was more going on inside her than pain and anguish. Something was starting to build within. What it was she couldn't tell, never having really felt anything like it before. There was some vague resemblance to the sensations she'd felt while watching her father screw his nurse, Vivian Kay, but the differences in the feeling were greater than the similarities. Too, this was far more intense. It had to be or she would never have felt it through the scraping pain of her brother's cock riding through her cunt.

"You'll… uhhh… see, Susan," Davey was gasping. "You'll see. It'll all be all right. You're gonna love it."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh," Susan groaned, knowing her brother was probably going to be right. In spite of her determination to fight the oncoming pleasure-wave, she realized now she would succumb to it.

"Y'love it, don'tcha? Say it, for God's sake! Please Susan, please sis, tell me y'love it."

His thrusting into her tight twat seemed to take on a new dimension as the pain continued diminishing. That little bastard of a brother was right, after all. It was going to be a good one, a really great one.

"Yesssss… " she hissed. "Yes, Davey. Do it! Do it good! I can feel… it."

Tears still stained her cheeks, and though she wanted to make him feel bad for the pain he was causing her, she realized she was babbling without thinking. She was telling him what he wanted to hear, not because he wanted to hear it, but because it was true.

"Love it!" she mumbled. "Yes, yes, I want more, more, more. Fuck me, Davey. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"

Davey laughed, glad his sister was feeling the pleasure he wanted her to feel. He did love her. What he was doing was an expression of his love for her. He had to let her feel every last particle of pleasure.

His thighs moved more quickly now as his ass pistoned his cock in and out of his sister's squeezing quim. He literally pounded her soft, tender flesh as the thickness of his young phallus stretched the inner walls of her pussy all the more. His hands reached under her and gripped her firm buttocks, holding them in place so he could fuck into her all the harder. Her inner membranes felt liqueous as he stroked his throbbing phallus through them.

Susan felt him yank her thrusting cunt even closer to his pummeling cock-base as his maddened lunges into her filled the bedroom with echoing sounds of lascivious, slushy thrusts, blending with their moans and sighs of tormented pleasure. She could feel him urging himself in again and again, filling and re-filling her womanly passage with his manly club. She sensed Davey's breath becoming shorter and more gasping as it hissed out from tightly-closed lips. In the late afternoon sunlight streaking in through her bedroom window she could see his flesh glisten with perspiration. He was pounding more wildly now, totally out of control, and the pressure he was applying caused that certain something in her own cunt to build higher and higher.

Good God! She was going to have an orgasm. All the times she had watched the others: Betty, Vivian, her father, her brother, and even the four Black men fucking her mother, she could only imagine what an orgasm felt like. Imagination was nothing, in this case, compared to the actual happening. She could feel the sensations building up in her aching pussy at breakneck-speed. Yes, there was no question she would be having an orgasm. Even though her conscience warned her not to enjoy it, her body begged for it, pleaded for it, and Susan began understanding why her brother had become so addicted to what Betty had to offer.