Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

Poor mother, she thought, and then her mouth opened as she yelled, "DAVEY!!! I can feel it… "

"Yes, yes, yes," Davey squealed, accenting each yes with a forward thrust of his loins, slamming his manly cock into the hot, mired depths of her pleading quim; pleading to do it justice.

"Uh… Uhhhh… Uhhhhhhh… Uhhhhhhhhhhaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhhuhh!" she bellowed, opening her mouth wide and screeching it out as loud as she could.

Wild thrills completely enveloped her, swamping her, drowning her in their marvelous sensations. Her head wildly spun from side to side as she no longer saw of heard. All she did was feel. She felt thrill after thrill shatter its way through her girlish body, making her hump her crotch all the higher and gobble in more of the swelling hardness already stuffing itself into her.

"Susan-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n… " she heard him scream from a long way off. And then he bellowed a "Yaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhh!"

Even as he blurted out the warnings of his climax the first heavy blasts of his burning, squooshy sperm exploded from the swelling tip of his solid prick. The gooey blast ran deep, flowing all the way up into her tight hole, splashing against all the inner walls. Susan felt the hot scorching splashes jet into her again and again, surging into her with the force of water bursting from a broken dam, searing her cunt, her uterus, even her fallopian tubes with the power of the blast. Every sore inch of her reamed-out tunnel was drenched in the soothing fire of his spurting sperm. Her pussylips tightened themselves around his sagging cock, trying to hold it in her as it slowly began deflating.

Hot trickling sensations could be felt running through the bottom of her asscrack, onto the bed. Her little brother had blasted so much sperm into her, it began backwashing, sliding out of her as his limp, shrunken phallus finally fell out.

Davey collapsed on top of her, his once-solid penis only a shriveled inch in length, now. He kissed the tips of her breasts letting her know how much he still loved her.

Susan felt good. She felt very good. If this was evil, then she was willing to face damnation. Fucking wasn't merely good, it was wonderful. And a cunt didn't care whose cock filled it. She could understand this now, and pitied her mother all the more. Davey was right. If you loved someone, fuck with that person.

Daddy! she thought. My wonderful daddy. He fucked Betty because he loved her. He also fucked his nurse, Vivian. And from what she'd overheard while he had been assfucking Vivian, her daddy had fucked a lot of young girls who had come in for orthodontic treatment. It was only right her daddy fuck her.

Was he willing? Would he go that far? Susan couldn't see why not. After all, her own mind had swung one hundred and eighty degrees around. She realized her mother was totally wrong. Fucking couldn't of itself, be evil. Nothing that felt that good could be bad. People did it all the time.

As to why others called it evil, Susan didn't care. She was no longer interested in the falsely pious pronouncements of hypocrites, who said one thing then practiced something else.

"Davey," she said, running her fingers through her brother's hair as he lay besides her, "that was wonderful. I understand everything, now. Do you think daddy would object to fucking me?"

"I don't see why not," Davey nodded. "He's been crazy about his little girl for the longest time, now. He might not admit it openly, but he wants to fuck you."

"How can you tell?" Susan asked.

"Just the way he acts when he's fucking Betty?"

"You mean you've been watching him?"

"Watching? Hell, sis, I've been helping him. Betty can't get enough of either of us. Sometimes we sandwich her between us. Other times one of us goes in her mouth while the other plugs her ass."

"Will you and daddy teach me all these things?" Susan asked.

"Sure," Davey nodded. "Why don't we talk it over with dad and Betty right after supper?"

"To think, I almost let Al Lasten do it," Susan said.

"Al's a creep," Davey nodded. "Just because I taught you how much fun fucking can be, don't go screwing around with just anyone. It's a lot more fun when y'do it with someone y'like."

The two fell asleep together on the bed and didn't wake up until Betty came in and shook them.

"Well, well, well," Betty said. "You two have had a busy afternoon. Did you enjoy yourselves?"

Betty was wearing a pair of pink slacks with a matching pullover sweater. It was obvious she had no bra on beneath the sweater.

"I… liked it very much," Susan nodded.

"See what I mean about having to find things out for yourself?" Betty asked, and Susan nodded. "What's right for me might not be right for you, and vice versa. But no one will ever know until one experiences things."

"Betty," Susan asked, sitting up, feeling not in the least bit self-conscious about her nakedness, now, "would you object to having daddy fuck me?"

"Provided you don't become pregnant, I can't see anything wrong with the idea."

"I won't," Susan assured her. "It's much too early in my cycle for something like that to happen."

"This time, perhaps. But starting with your next period I think you should go on the Pill."

"If you say so. Golly, now that I look back on the past weeks, you've been more of a mother to me than my own mother ever was."

"I'm not trying to take your real mother's place, Susan, At least, not with you and Davey. I'd rather you think of me as a friend rather than a stepmother."

"Golly Betty, you're the most honest, straightforward person I know."

"Hey now, don't forget your father. He's a very honest guy."

"Y'know, I never even asked him things I talked to you about."

"In the future don't be afraid to talk to your father."

"How about after supper?" Susan asked, getting up.

"That would be a wonderful time. He's well-rested. He and I haven't done a thing all day."

"You won't get angry if I ask him to fuck me?" Susan wanted to know as she began dressing.

"Angry?" I think it's wonderful. Soon we'll be indulging in foursomes."

"Gosh, I think I'd like that."

"You will," Betty assured her. "I can promise you, you will."

Susan had on a pair of blue slacks with a matching sweater, as if countering the pink Betty was wearing. She brushed her hair, washed her face in the small, attached bathroom, then joined Davey who had gotten dressed.

The four sat down to dinner and had warmed-up fried chicken. When it was over and Ira Frank was sitting in an easy chair near the unused fireplace, Susan went and sat on his lap.

"Daddy," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "Can we have a little talk?"

"Sure, honey," he nodded. "What is it?"

"You saved me from getting hurt today," she said, "and I'm grateful you came home when you did."

"That little scumbag deserved to have his balls cut off," Ira Frank growled.

"You aren't really mad about what he wanted to do, are you?" Susan asked.

"I'm mad because he tried to force you to do it. If you'd have been willing to have him do that to you, I'd have given him my blessing."

"Then you think it's all right for me to fuck with other boys, if I want to?"

"Honey, your mother and I have been brought up with two different trains of thought. She thinks fucking of any kind is bad. I think rape is bad, but all other kinds of fucking can be very enjoyable."

"No matter who's involved?"

"Well, I'm not exactly crazy about fooling around with a dog, a horse, or even a monkey, but I'd say anything between two consenting humans, both of whom are old enough to understand what's going on, is okay."

"How about between brother and sister?"

"You mean you and Davey? Honey, as long as you take the proper precautions, enjoy yourself."