Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

Davey was fully aware of the presence of the other two. How could he not be aware when he felt the pressure of their weight on the bed, next to him. But he was too occupied, sucking the drool from Betty's delicious cunt to even care at the moment.

Betty watched the way her husband continued pumping his meat into his daughter's ass and it only made her hotter. She clenched her thighs all the more tightly around her stepson's head, rubbing her steaming hole all the harder against his eagerly-eating mouth. Her fingers were tightly clenching his hair while pressing his face even deeper into her oven. She had no wish for him to raise his head and look, thereby breaking the continuity of his feasting. She could feel every little sensation of his tongue and was always aware of exactly what he was doing. When he licked the rim of her outer lips she shuddered and rubbed her body up and down. When he drove his tongue stiffly into the center of her frothing kiln she felt the way his mouth seemed to fuck her almost as expertly as a cock.

Betty was fully aware of how stiff Davey's cock was, and she knew it hurt to have it press into the bed like that. Even so, she wanted her orgasm first. After that, she'd be glad to do whatever she could to make him happy. She was fully aware he wanted his dong sucked while he was eating her. But to get involved in a soixante neuf would rob her of the pleasurable sight of Ira sloughing into Susan's ass.

Davey felt the bed shaking violently under his body, and he heard a strange mixture of sounds. Even with Betty's thighs pressed against both ears he heard his sister's agonized scream when her father rammed his solid dork all the way up into her asshole for the first time. He recognized the scream. After all, Susan had screamed the same way with him, earlier. Yet, even though his father's heavy cock was larger than his, Davey knew it wasn't thick enough to make the girl scream with pain another time.

And then, a few minutes later, he made out jumbled cries of lust and urging. What was his father doing? Then he managed to make out the word "asshole." Wow! Pop was fuckin' Susan in her asshole. Wow! Hot damn! He had to see it. Why should only Betty have the fun of watching his sister getting her ass reamed out?

Betty felt him pulling her thighs apart. She struggled to keep him locked in, but he was strong for such a young boy.

"Davey," Betty yelped. "For heaven's sake, not now, not now. Please, for God's sake, finish me!"

She felt his lips mash against her sweet cuntlips again, and this time he took her pearly clit and compressed it tightly between his lips, using his tongue as a mad flail, whipping it again and again and again as she writhed madly on the bed.

"Ohhhh God!" she yelped. "Yesssss, that's it! Oh Christ! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! I'm… iihhhhhhh… going to… uhhhhhhhh… commmmmmme… aaaawwwwwaaaaggghhhrrrrgghh!"

She bounced her body wildly up and down, pressing her soft thighs tightly against his face, scrunching his cheeks and jaws tightly between them. Spasm after wild spasm blasted through her body as she humped her pussy against his lapping mouth again and again.

And then she couldn't take it any longer. Opening her thighs, she released Davey's head. He sat up and gasped for air, sweat falling from his face in bullets. Pressing his youthful body to Betty's, hugging her tight so she could get the most from her climax, he stared at the way his father's solid member plunged into his sister's asshole again and again.

Susan stared at him and smiled, her eyes riveted on his solid cock as her father continued plunging his spear in and out of her tight rectum. Her buttocks rotated madly around, ramming back hard against her father's pistoning prick. She could tell by the wanton look in his eye that Davey was wishing his own cock was buried in her tight little asshole.

And that was precisely what Davey was thinking. Wanton, rakish sensations gnawed at him, making his already-stiff prong even harder, making him want to fuck into his sister. God! She was so beautiful, so stunning. Even though he was staring at her beautiful face, he imagined the sight of her gorgeous rump, thinking it was his own stiff cock running into that tight rectal pucker. The way her ass was rising and falling made him all the hotter. And the sight of his father lewdly fucking Susan's ass drove him even wilder, especially since she was groaning with licentious delight.

"Yes, yes, yes," Susan sighed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh dadddddyyyyyy, it feels so wonderful in there. Mmmmmmmmmm… "

Her voice was sighing cadently, the rhythm broken only by the loud slapping of her father's balls against her body. Those lovely, sperm-filled balls would soon be emptying their contents into her tight ass. She could hardly wait.

Betty lay there, slowly recovering from her after-climax. Susan, even through the red haze of lust inside her, saw Davey needed help. Her wild pleadings and passionate cries were building him to an even higher pitch. She beckoned to him, and he slid across the bed. She had intended making him lay back while she de-virginized her mouth with his cock, but such was not Davey's intention… He remembered the wonderful tightness of his sister's cunt, and he wanted in there again. It would be even tighter with the way his father's cock was filling her asshole, pressing against the wall of membrane separating her ass channel from her vaginal interior. He pressed his body against hers, coming into the delightful pressured contact of her hip.

Susan felt her brother's body quiver as it touched hers. Still shish-kebabed on her father's cock in her ass, she turned her body toward her brother. His fingers ran up and down over her body, and she thrilled when he grabbed her nipples and began pulling on them. With his feet, he pushed between her thighs spreading her loins wide. Then he slowly began slipping his body down between her thighs. His ankles, then his shins, then his knees, and finally his thighs slid between her heated loins. As she felt him move, she slapped her small breasts against his body, arousing him to an even greater pitch.

Snugly under his sister, Davey pulled her mouth to his, and the two began sucking one another's tongues. His hands wrapped themselves in her soft, long brown hair.

Susan's warm, wet, pouting lips parted again and again as her tongue continued spilling into her brother's mouth. Her hands wandered all over his body, slowly moving down between his thighs, finally grasping his lance of desire in a hard, viselike grip. She squeezed it harder and harder, tugging on it for a few moments, but soon realized there was no need to try making it any harder. It just couldn't get any harder. Then she began aiming it between the portals of her sweet pussylips.

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped between kisses. "Fill my mouth with your tongue and my cunt with your wonderful prick. I love you, Davey. I love you with all my heart. Come into me, Davey. Fuck me good. Really good!"

She panted, working the solid, rubbery phallic dome of his strongly-pulsating cock against her labia for a few moments as her own fingers rubbed the nub of her erect clitoris.

"Ooooooooh," she sighed as her brother's hard penis slowly pushed its way between her burning fleshy flaps, making flaming contact with the inner, tight channel of her vagina.

The mere thought of being able to unleash another torrent of semen into his sister's clutching pussy, this time while his father ploughed into her ass, made Davey all the more aroused. He gasped when her hotly tickling fingers eased their way up whatever part of the staff was not yet in her until they got to the balls. She reached below his cock and squeezed his nuts very gently. Her hand rubbed tantalizingly against the wrinkled scrotum, moving it up and down against his tight balls. The more her fingers tickled his balls, the nearer his penis came, sinking more of its extended length into her. She felt his hips responding to the way she was caressing his cojones. He moved closer and closer until the full length of him was sheathed in the blazing, flooded channel of her tight cunt. Her inner membranes seemed to fit around his throbbing pole like a tight-fitting hood just made for it.