Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

With her pubis resting on the base of Ira's cock, Betty started moving her groin in very slow, wide circles, causing the head of his throbbing meat to press into new, deeper, even more exciting places in her womanly oven. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, pushing. But Betty leaned forward, letting her weight fail on the palms pressing against her nipples as she raised her ass, giving him just enough room to pump his thrusting dong in and out of her.

Ira moved his throbbing cock easily enough, letting it rise and fall in Betty's squeezing channel, his cadence smooth and relaxed. Betty tightened her thighs around him as she shut her eyes, her complete concentration centered on the feeling of his thrusting penis way up inside her pussy. Her gaping mouth was sucking in air as she felt the tightness starting to build in her all over again.

The impression of her ribs stood out starkly against her body, blending into her hard, flat belly. The sensuous, matted V into which Ira's stabbing penis penetrated again and again swooped down into two, hard, widespread thighs, the muscles firm and tight.

He slid his hands from her breasts to her waist, just so he could watch the way her boobs shook as he continued fucking her. Soft moans were coming from deep inside her throat as he began to increase his upward thrusting strokes, slapping his thighs into her groin. His phallus felt like a long, hard, probing missile as she squeezed her vulvular muscles, alternately attempting to strangle and push on his hard-thrusting prick.

In spite of the temperate atmosphere, tiny droplets of perspiration trickled down Betty's sides. She was fucking with exceeding expertise, and was quite aware of how to churn her pelvis, in order to constantly change Ira's angles of penetration. She wanted to feel the point of his plunging prick touch every inner part of her as she slowly moved up and down, back and forth.

She gasped and shuddered when his hands reached up and tweaked the buds of her nipples, building more wonderful sensations in her bosom. Then he moved his head up and began sucking on the left tit, gobbling the nipple into his throat, sucking, biting and chewing, driving her out of her mind with thrilling pressure. Gripping his head, she rammed it against her swollen breast, at the same time pumping her body hard, slamming her pelvic bone down so hard, it made his own hairy pubis rattle.

Gasping, Ira lay back, sinking his thumbs into the creases where her thighs joined her torso. The pressure of his thumbs was driving her mad with delight.

Betty looked down, staring at his upplunging cock, the way it pressed itself into her hot hole, rubbing the upper wall of her vagina. She was bouncing all out of rhythm now, but felt him settle her down to a shuddering beat.

"Goddddddd… " she muttered. "It feels so… wonderfullllllll. I'm going to come againnnnn… soon. I can feel it. Keep doing it, hon. Just keep doing it."

Betty's body had become a violin, and Ira's thrusting cock was the bow that made it resound correctly. In the last six months prior to their marriage, Ira and Betty had come to know one another very well. Each had been able to adjust physically to the wants and needs of the other, and each was aware of every little thing going on within the confines of the other's body. There had been no need for Betty to tell Ira she was on the edge of another orgasmic precipice. His body had anticipated it, feeling the way her torso was quivering and tightening up. He began putting on a savage display of humping, pressing his hard prong all the way up into her blazing depths until he felt her begin squeezing, as her eyes closed tightly and her mouth gaped, screaming a loud, "Aggggggggggggggaaaaaaaagghhhhh… "

She leaned forward, pressing her full breasts into his chest as she hunched her body forward again and again, grunting and sighing and groaning as she once again peaked, feeling her own lubricants flood the tunnel of her cunt. His in thrusting cock was sunk in a mire of womanly quicksand as her seething pussy slurped loudly each time she pressed it forward and back. Her crotch literally banged against his, furiously fucking against him, feeling his solid penis penetrate her weeping depths again and again. Her body became wracked with climactic shudders, leaving her weak and lightheaded. She began overflowing as hot, sticky liquid seeped out from the tight fit where his throbbing cock was inserted into her, splashing down all over his pelvis and thighs.

Through it all, Ira continued his steady, grinding, pumping pace, knowing it would enable him to maintain total control over her. Not that he was trying to compete with her for mastery. He was simply interested in seeing she reached as many ultimate summits as possible. Through experience he had discovered she peaked most often when he remained in control of the situation.

Betty clenched her teeth and used her contracting vulva to squeeze his cock again and again, almost like a fist trying to milk a cow's udder. Her bright eyes seemed to have a slightly glassy look about them. Her entire body felt hot and wet. Pleasure ran rampant through her, causing Betty to tremble with mind-blowing lust. She gasped as fire burned into her lungs, and she threw herself on top of him, pressing her mouth to his.

The constricting dilation of her gripping cunt was in no way diminished by the heavy flow of oily lubrication inside her, washing over his upright member of granite like solidity. The way the liquid flowed from her squeezing vagina onto his matted pubis made her think of his phallus as a herring being pickled in her teeming depths.

Her mouth finally released his as she sat up and wiggled her swollen breasts in front of his face.

"Tantalizing bitch," Ira muttered, staring at the way her pillowy flesh bounced up and down.

She sat back, resting her moonshaped asscheeks on his thighs, forcing him to remain quiescent for the moment as his throbbing cock continued marinating in her tight, liquid center. His swollen balls pressed hard against the constricting sac of his scrotum, making him squirm a little. It amused Betty to know he loved her so much he could barely wait to continue. He was all things she had ever hoped for in a man, and many a night she had awakened, terrified to think it might all have been a dream. But the reassuring warmth of Ira's body always let her know he was there. He was hers for the taking for the rest of her life. Other than the "I do's" they had spoken there had been nothing in the way of agreements.between them, written or otherwise. Without speaking, she had let him know he was perfectly free to use his magnificent cock on other women, provided he always had enough for her. And he had, in essence, let her know she was free to do the same, since love did not constitute the mere giving of one's body, but the actual giving of one's inner self. And each was fully aware he and she possessed that inner self of the other.

They played games, because it made lovemaking that much more interesting. But the communication between them was always there.

"Tantalizing bitch, huh?" she laughed. "Perhaps. Yes, I'm a nasty, parasitic bitch whose possession of your cock is complete. And I won't release it until I've drained the life force out of you through that precious cock. And you made me this way, and we both love it."

"You were born with a cunt that sucks as avidly as your mouth," he retorted, squeezing the berrylike nipples.

"Maybe," she giggled, "but you're the one who really made it what it is today, and I hope you're satisfied."

"Not nearly," he assured her.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, the glassiness disappearing from her eyes as the last of her after-climax receded. She was almost tense, anticipating what was to come.

"I don't believe in 'Wham-Bam, thank you Ma'am," he smiled.