Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

She could tell her brother could no longer hold himself back. He reared back, then thrust himself forward again, his phallus thundering into his sister like a bolt of lightning, blasting aside everything in its path, sinking deeper and deeper until all that couldn't get into her was his balls. His thighs smacked up smartly into hers as his hairy pelvis mixed with hers. His hands were caressing her slender waist, holding tight as he thrust his prong up and in again and again.

Davey continued pronging lustily into Susan's tight twat, sensing the speeding up of his father's cock as it worked its way through Susan's tight ass. Little by little the plunging rhythm of the two men began coming together. They staked into her two holes in joint rhythm as though she were some Aztec sacrifice with two hearts to be stabbed into at the same time.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Susan yelled. "Oh yes, you two wonderful men, fuck me in both… uhhhhh… places at… ahhhh… once. This is wonderful… wonderful… wonderful… ahhhhh… yes… yes… fuck… "

And suddenly there was Betty, all recovered from her own orgasm, anxious to become a part of the mйnage. Off to the side, she reached between the pressing bodies of brother and sister until she felt the tight, rolling nubbin of Susan's tit. New flames were burning inside Betty, building to new heights. She rubbed Susan's nipple until it was large as a ripe red strawberry. Then she rubbed the other one.

Releasing Susan's nipples, Betty reversed herself, pulling Susan's head down to the bed, pushing Davey's face out of the way, then yanking Susan by the ears until her own face was between her two thighs. She wanted Susan to suck her pussy just as her brother had done before.

Susan stared down into the pink center of Betty's honey pot. A few hours ago this would have been the height of depravity. Now it was a new pleasure to be discovered, learned, and enjoyed.

Her face moved down into the hot trough of the slurping pussy, but as her mouth came closer, she sensed Davey's mouth there, as well. The dewy, shining gash was there, presented in delightful ravishment for both their lips. Betty shifted her own head so she could watch the brother and sister work on her.

Susan's head now rested on one of Betty's thighs, and Davey's head was pillowed on the other. The brother and sister brought their mouths together, letting their tongues once again intertwine. And then their heads turned inward, each mouth pressing against one of the peach like labial slices, their tongues licking and lapping as their cheeks pressed hard against each other. Susan's tongue tasted the delicious musk being exuded from Betty's sweet pussy. Now she could understand just why her brother was so anxious to eat his stepmother all the time. Her tongue pressed against her brother's as it fitted into the vertical groove of Betty's opened vaginal slash. Susan lapped upward, using her tongue to part the gleaming flaps. Her tongue licked out at the small, vibrating clitoris, and Betty sighed almost uncontrollably as Susan's tongue licked in and out.

The fourteen year old girl felt her father's throbbing prick continue to pound away at her ass, while her brother's seething cock burned its way into the tight confines of her cunt again and again. Their mouths took turns sucking Betty's humping snatch, and occasionally they pressed both tongues together and slid it into Betty's shuddering hole.

The anal climax she had been feeling, tingling in the depths of her rectum suddenly blossomed into fruition, and as Davey continued pounding into her stormy pussy while lapping Betty's hot nookie, Susan squealed a, "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaiiiiii-yyyyyaaagghhhh!"

She squirmed wildly, finding it difficult to buck being sandwiched between the two thrusting cocks. Still, the rectal climax was overpowering, and her asscheeks clenched her wonderful daddy's cock all the harder, squeezing, crushing, until she suddenly felt the hot slam of her father's sperm gush into her bowels. The flaming liquid scoured her rectum and her colon, blasting whitely into her, making her gasp and cry. Like shooting balm it coated her rectal interior, and as her father's pecker softened, the mushy sperm removed all friction.

Long before her father had softened enough to pull out, Susan felt a second orgasm well up inside her heaving pussy, and now she applied heavy pressure with her vulva, wresting every last bit of friction from her brother's up thrust cock. It rammed into her again and again as she mewled a high-pitched, "Yiiiiiiiiiii!"

Like a shark caught on two hooks she writhed madly, feeling the two orgasms mesh inside her, one absorbed into the other, building to unbelievable heights. She blasted up and over the edge, as if she were in a roller coaster car that had run out of track on top of Mt. Everest. She went trailing off into space, her body still compressed between the masculine torsos of her brother and father, while her face was buried in the morass of Betty's steaming, swamp like pussy.

More flames shot into her body as her brother unleashed his second orgasm, sending drops of thick come as far into her trammeled cunt as they would go. And then Betty's thighs crushed Davey's face against hers as their tongues probing together, brought Betty to a second orgasm.

Somehow they became untangled, and the four slept in the one bed that night, too tired to do anything else.

The week the Frank Family spent at the mountain cabin was the wildest in the lives of any of them. And when they returned home they continued. Occasionally Betty and Susan would make it together without either of the men. On-rare occasions the two girls would gang up on one of the men, and whenever a monthly cycle interfered, the two men would gang up on one usable female. But most of the time it was one on one, with Susan or Betty scoring individually with Ira or Davey.

Toward the middle of August, one night, the family was having supper when they heard the sound of fire engines. The sounds moved away from them, heading toward the poorer section of town. Every now and again a fire would start somewhere, and the volunteer fire force was one of the best in the state.

The Frank Family thought very little about it until some hours later, when the front doorbell rang. Susan answered the door and saw her mother, Abigail Stokes, standing on the front porch.

"May I come in?" her mother asked with downcast eyes.

Her hair was all messed, her clothing was covered with soot and torn. She looked even thinner than when Susan had spied on her some months earlier.

Susan led her mother into the living room.

"What's wrong?" Ira Frank asked, getting to his feet, seeing his former wife.

"My husband is dead," she whimpered. "The fire was in his church. He rushed in to try to save what he could, and a wall collapsed on him. I'm sorry, Ira. It's just that I'm so alone, now. I don't know where to go or what to do?"

"You'll stay here with us until you can settle yourself somewhere," Betty Frank insisted.

Susan now realized why she loved Betty so. There was no viciousness in her. She was always good. She was as good in reality, as her mother had claimed people ought to be, though good in a different sense. Betty's goodness was not sexual abstinence goodness. It was real goodness, the kind that comes from inside a person.

Betty led Abigail upstairs and insisted she soak in a hot bath. Then she gave her some decent clothing to wear, a simple blue house dress, bra, panty, and stockings.

When the two women returned to the living room, Betty brought Abigail a cup of coffee. The family sat solicitously around Abigail's chair.

"I've been a big fool," Abigail finally said, finishing her coffee and sitting back. "I let all this go for a horrible life, where I had to find out for myself, the hard way, how wrong I was about a lot of things. No, I'm not trying to work my way back into this house. I can see it's a happy house."