Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

When Ira slid his body off Betty's and lay down on the bed next to her, Betty rolled over him in a sixty-nine position with her dripping cunt directly over his face. She gobbled the head of his solid cock into her mouth, compressing it with her tongue and palate, rubbing it with her lips, then proceeded to follow a spiral pattern with her tongue, licking it "all the way down. Her tongue moved lower and licked at his heavy sac, and she shuddered at the texture of his wrinkled sac as she licked it, feeling the pressure of each ball as it pressed outward.

He rubbed the soft, rubbery flesh of her buttocks with his own palms as her tongue traced one of the many veins up the length of his shuddering shaft. All the while her solid breasts moved like pendulums, the enlarged, swollen nipples tickling his stomach.

She pressed her nose into the hair on her husband's balls as she breathed the essence of him deeply into her quivering nostrils. Her short, black hair caressed the inner parts of both his thighs as she attempted to press the point of her tongue into the tip of his swollen penis hole.

His hands spread the globose cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus to his tongue. She felt the icy plunge of his knifing tongue as it stabbed right into the center of her puckered hole. It made Betty shake with delicious tremors, forcing her mouth to suck in more of his throbbing phallus. Strong, overpowering waves of tremulous ecstasy shuddered through her burning body. Tension, already heavy in her lungs, became weightier, pressing down hard.

She forced her mouth downward, slowly filling her oral cave with delicious, hard, solid phallic meat. Her lips pressured themselves around the wonderful thickness as hard as she could, and then they compressed a bit harder. She quivered all the more, getting him to respond by jamming his tongue ever deeper into her asshole. Then he began playfully chewing on the cheeks of her ass, Betty breathed through flared nostrils, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her fingers continually scratching at his thighs.

He was spreading the thick lips of her creaming cunt apart, revealing her rich, coral inner flesh. Ira was anxiously breathing into her hot hole as he studied her pussy carefully for a few moments before taking his probing tongue from her asshole and using it to lick through her sticky cunt.

Betty felt her breath coming in stronger, heavier waves, She moved her mouth and tongue around on his throbbing penis, responding to the way his tongue probed into her innermost depths, discovering all there was to know about the inside of her pussy again and again and again. Her crotch was pressing down hard, grinding her deliriously thrilled cunt into his face as strongly as she could.

With her hands, Betty pushed his ass a little, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his pelvis to slam itself higher, forcing the bulbous glans on the end of his cock to press into her gullet. His cock was just long enough to push open the ring of her esophagus. But it could not penetrate any further.

Betty's fingers played with Ira's balls, tickling and squeezing them at the same time. More pressure was building up inside her, and she desperately needed some kind of safety valve to take the edge off. Ira's stabbing tongue was flicking in and out of her burning cunt, lapping at the blazing inner walls.

Betty felt her orgasm was so near, she couldn't concentrate on Ira's penis. She lifted her mouth from it and sat halfway up, balancing herself on the heels of her hands. She writhed her cunt circularly as she struggled to attain her own satisfaction. His lips were tightly gripping her bubble of clitoris, and Betty felt the strongly-desired orgasm begin to build throughout her body.

And then the orgasm hit her with the power of a mile-high tidal wave.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyaaaahhhh… IHIIIIrrrrrrraaaaaaaa… " she yelled, and her voice seemed to echo throughout the house, frightening the two children to where they almost fell off the chairs on which they were standing.

Betty felt her tension slowly easing away. She tightened her body, moaning loudly as thick pools of lubrication came seeping out of her, falling into Ira's yearning mouth. She heard the loud noises he made as his tongue slurped the juices out of her, swallowing it. Betty's box spasmed one more time, bringing her to her orgasmic peak. Thick, oily, colorless gobs of heavy lubrication came-pouring out from between her puffed cuntlips only to be sucked into Ira's mouth. His tongue whipped out and scooped the fluid into his own mouth as his fingers clung to her buttocks, keeping her as well-balanced as possible.

Betty gasped and shuddered as she stretched her face toward the ceiling, almost as if the very overpowering strength of the orgasm were carrying her upward. Then her climax crested and she began her slow, feathery descent. And all the while Ira continued lapping out her pussy, using his tongue to clean the walls. Finally, when there just wasn't any of the colorless ointment left, he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and felt Betty move from above him.

Betty's entire body felt as if a mild electric current had passed through it. Her breasts were tingling and her nipples sparkled as her chest heaved up and down with her heavy breathing. She could see Ira's cheeks, warm and wet with her secretions.

"No one else in the world has a mouth like yours," she whispered, just loud enough for the on looking children to hear.

A hand had moved into her hot cunt, and she was rubbing it, almost as if attempting to keep herself at the peak of her enjoyment, desperately trying to keep the pleasure from ebbing from her body.

"Anyone ever tell you how good that pussy of yours tastes?" Ira asked, smiling.

Betty blithely stroked the length of his swollen cock with her fingertips. The taste of his meat was heavy in her mouth, and merely touching the penis with her fingertips seemed to make the flavor of him last that much longer.

"I've had one or two men tell me they liked me," she nodded, "but no one ever admitted enjoying the taste of me. Even if they did, none of them meant anything. You, on the other hand, mean everything."

Her hand was running up and down the full length of the throbbing prod, making him more and more excited every moment. Shuddering, he said, "Honey, why don't you just bury that meat of mine somewhere."

"Where?" she asked, teasing.

"Where it'll do some good," he gasped.

"My oh my, you're leaving the decision up to me. And it's such a difficult decision."

"I have the feeling you'll come up with a good answer," he gasped, shuddering.

"I think I already have the answer," she nodded. "Suppose you rest for awhile."

"Oh ho! You've suddenly got the urge to be masculine," he laughed, shuddering as her hand caressed his meat again.

One of his own hands reached out and rubbed itself through the downy hair on her pussy, keeping her hot, wet, and anxious for more.

"I have the urge to climb on top of you," she admitted, but I'll never be masculine. Why should I be when you're all the masculinity I'll ever need."

Ira kissed her cuntlips very gently and then sat up and back, lying down. He felt her squat over him, placing the thick head of his prick at the seething entrance of her hot pussy. Then she, slowly lowered herself down. She watched as little by little his solid, swollen mast pushed its way up into her broiling channel, spreading her vaginal walls apart, completely filling her womanly tunnel.

Ira lay there quietly, not moving the least little bit as Betty did all the work, enjoying herself immensely. Lower she sank, and lower, until their pubic hairs intertwined and Betty gasped, "Dear Lord! It's through my vagina and on into my belly."

"I'll bet you could take a horse cock, if need be."

"Well, what the heck do you think I'm taking now?"