Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"How about between mother and son."

"If that's what the mother and son want, why not."

"And father and daughter?"

"Why… uhhh… Susan, what are you leading up to?"

"Come on, Davey," Betty said to her younger brother. "Let's you and I go into the bedroom and let father and daughter finish their heart-to-heart."

The two disappeared into the master bedroom, and Ira Frank said, "What's on your mind, baby?"

"Daddy, I love you," Susan whispered.

"I know. And I love you, too," he intoned.

"Daddy, today I discovered a lot of things about fucking. First and foremost I found out how wonderful it can be. Davey showed me this afternoon, while you and Betty were swimming."

"As long as you enjoyed yourself, honey."

"But daddy, I realized I wanted more. I wanted you."

"Honey, this is a big decision. This isn't something you can want one day, then forget about. It will live with you forever."

"That's nice, because I want to remember it forever. I want to fuck you, for as long as you're able to fuck. If I get married, I want my husband to understand he has to share me with you and Davey. He, in turn, can also share Betty. And if and when Davey gets married, I want his wife to be the same way."

"That's a lot of wanting, Pussycat."

"I know, but at least we can start by enjoying each other."

"I suppose," he nodded.

"Let's start tonight, daddy. I want to feel you fuck me. I want that big fat cock of yours jammed up into my pussy."

Ira Frank felt burning flames of lascivity shoot through his body in startling arousal. Damn! His sweet, wonderful beautiful daughter was no longer a religious prig. She wanted his cock. Oh God! What could be more wonderful than that. Ever since he'd been able to see how beautiful a woman she would become, Ira had been hot for Susan. But he would never have made advances to her. She was too wonderful a girl to shock or hurt in any way.

He felt his thighs beginning to smolder with lust for her. His baby, his little girl.

"Yes," he said to her. "Yes, Susie. We can start tonight. Wait a little while, until my food is digested. Then I'll give you all the cock you want."

"Daddy, you're wonderful," Susan said, and kissed him on the mouth.

For the first time, Ira Frank felt his daughter kiss him erotically. He felt her tongue poke into his mouth and search through it for all his erotic hotspots. The softness of her tender tongue really got to him. He couldn't wait until he taught her how to blow. To feel that warm, soft, sweet mouth enveloping his cock was a dream of a lifetime. Had anyone told him only an hour ago that he'd be getting ready to fuck his own daughter he'd have called them a liar.

He jumped when he felt her reach down with her hand and rub his phallic wand. His own hand was holding her ass tightly, squeezing it, rubbing it, and kneading it.

"That's really nice, daddy," she whispered. "Are you starting to get hot, or am I all wet?"

"I'm getting more than a little hot," he whispered. "And you are definitely all wet where it counts."

"Your cock is nice and hard, daddy."

"I know, princess. All because of you and that hot little hand of yours."

"Mmmmm, it feels so nice and stiff," she murmured. "Gosh, not even Davey had one this nice. Oh daddy, I want it inside me."

"Hell, honey. I want it inside you, too. Let's go and fuck."

"My bedroom?"

"There's plenty of room in mine."

"You mean we'll be screwing right next to Davey and Betty?"

"Does the idea bother you?"

"Golly no, daddy. I'd love it. I'd love to watch them doing it while you and I do it, too. And knowing they'll be looking at us makes me feel all the more excited."

Susan could feel her cunt twitching, anxious to feel a thick prick between the puffy slices of labia. To think her mother gave up her father's cock to go and marry a fanatic who was now dicking her with three other cocks in addition to his own. Well, that was mother's tough luck. She, Susan, had the abandoned cock and she was going to make good use of it.

She and her father walked into the bedroom. The bed was twice the size of the one in the smaller bedroom. Its headboard was against the far wall. There was no need to turn on lights. A large, full moon was slanting beams through the window, making the room as bright as if a streetlamp were shining in. They didn't bother shutting the door. The light from the sitting room helped a bit, too.

Susan turned to face her father, not looking at the couple already on the bed. She could see his eyes glittering in the dark and realized how much he must have wanted her all these years. Poor, wonderful daddy, never once wanting to do anything to hurt anyone. He deserved the best she could give him.

Undoing the hook at the top of her pants, she slowly, teasingly let the pants slide down and pool at her feet. She was completely naked underneath, and the soft, dark curls on her pelvis seemed to glow in the moonlight. She stepped out of the pants and kicked them off to the side. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and let it flutter to the floor, thrusting her small breasts proudly forward.

Her body was a magnificent sight. She could hear the strong intake of her father's breath as he watched, gasping.

Ira Frank's hands fumbled at his own belt, and in less than thirty seconds he was as naked as his daughter.

"I'm all yours, daddy," she whispered.

He moved to her, gathered her tiny frame in his arms, bent his head, and kissed her. Her lips were wine, and her tongue was ambrosia as it licked through his mouth, Susan shuddered, feeling him pull her tightly against him. She could feel his monstrous, throbbing cock press into her belly. She had been afraid of Davey's fearing it was too large to do anything other than hurt her. Now she was frightened her father's was so large it just might not fit in. It just had to.

Their lips parted as they heard the grunting sounds on the bed. Susan turned to look with her father right behind her, now pressing his thick cock into the crease between her asscheeks. Ohhhh! It felt good.

Taking a deep breath she stared at the two figures now entangled on the bed. Betty lay there on her back, her body all silvery in the moonlight. Her knees were upraised as she dug her heels into the mattress, grinding her ass and twitching as she moaned. And the reason for her moaning was Davey's face, buried in the hot slot beneath her black curls, licking voraciously: Betty's fur-rimmed pussy seemed to surround his face as he pressed his tongue all the way up into her sweet vaginal passage. Davey was humming with contentment as he lapped, and Betty was sighing loudly, thrilling to the sensations his running tongue was causing.

"God!" Ira whispered into Susan's ear. "Look at that kid go. He's one hot little cuntlapper."

The sound of his voice tickled Susan's ear as lascivious thrills rifled through her. The sight was fantastically arousing. Her own breath was stuck in her throat, staring at the way her brother's tongue lapped into and out of Betty's seething box, while at the same time she felt the rock-hard pressure of her father's turgid phallus rubbing between her asscheeks. Her belly was madly vibrating as she heard the loud, sucking, lapping noises of her brother sucking off her stepmother's vibrating box.

And then her father's hand was under her arm, grabbing her left mammary, squeezing hard. His entire hand cupped the fullness of her small breast, digging his palm into the nipple, feeling it swell and harden, delightfully enlarging under his masterful caress.

Susan gasped at the thrill of the hand, then pressed her asscheeks back against the rubbing phallus with a wild, undulating motion. The pressure of her soft ass against his rubbery glans had its effect as she felt his hand squeeze her tit even harder.