Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

The vibrations of his thrusting penis increased in the center of her ass. Her rectum tightened, as did the lips of her soggy pussy, and then the towering inferno of all orgasms completely overwhelmed her as she screamed, a "Gaaaaarr-rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaannnnggggghhhhhhhh!" and bucked her ass madly against his thighs.

"Ahhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrraawwwaagghhh!" his own baritone voice yelled, and the contents of Ira's plunging cock came spewing out into the tightness of her squeezing ass. His heated sperm seemed to send withering blasts into the center of her own anal orgasm, adding to it, making her believe she had nothing else in life to do other than, come, come again, and come again.

The heavy balls salvoed one more time, emptying their last and best shot into the creaming depths of Betty's tight, twitching ass. Still he continued pounding into her, maintaining his erection a little while longer. Finally his flesh hose began shrinking, and before it could fall out by itself, he slowly eased it out of her. He wanted to leave her with the memory of a hard cock in her ass, and not a flagging caterpillar.

He lay down beside her, his hands slowly wandering over her breasts, his lips still kissing hers, and Betty felt as wonderfully secure as a woman could hope to feel.

This time it had been her ass. Another time he would fill her cunt, and yet another time he would flood her throat with his gism. And she would welcome it, no matter what hole he filled. The fact that it was his made her love it all the more.

Shocked and horrified, Susan and Davey slowly climbed down off the chairs. They had watched the entire thing.

What an evil woman. She had totally corrupted their wonderful father, drawing him into sinful ways of carnal lust and sin. She had degraded him, bringing him down to the level of the animals.

True, their real mother hadn't been much fun. She seemed to go overboard, even as far as her children were concerned when it came to religion, but she had taught them well as far as sex was concerned. This was something Susan knew she could never condone. The marriage between her father and this evil woman had to be broken up. He had to be brought back to the paths of righteousness again.

Silently, she and Davey carried the chairs back to the kitchen.

"Al Lasten was right," Davey whispered in a horrified voice.

"No," Susan insisted. "His evil ideas are wrong. And we must convince daddy of the error of his ways. He must be made to see the light."

"It's gonna take a lotta convincing," Davey insisted. "Heck, daddy sure looked like he was enjoying himself."

"She must have him under some kind of spell," Susan insisted. "Otherwise daddy would never do such a thing."

"How can you be so sure?" Davey wanted to know.

"Davey, you saw daddy put his face between Betty's thighs. Now tell me, would you put your face between my thighs?"

"Heck, I never thought about it."

"Davey, I urinate from there. Would you want to lick over there?"

"Gosh, I guess not."

"So you see, daddy is under some kind of spell."

"Maybe, but don't forget, she was suckin' on his thing, too. Maybe they were both hypnotized."

"She's evil. This means she likes doing things like that Didn't you see the way she used her tongue on daddy's behind? And she made him do the same thing to her. She's a vile, terrible woman."

"Ah, come on, Susan. She's always nice to us. She doesn't try telling us what to do. She takes us to church on Sunday, even though daddy won't go near the place. If she was evil, she would never be able to get into the church."

"The devil works in mysterious ways, Davey."

"Now you're starting to sound like ma. Don't forget, we stayed with pa so we could get away from ma and all her crazy spouting."

"Still, I'll bet ma could tell us what to do."

"Are you kidding? Ma thinks pa's too far gone for redemption. If we ever told her what he was doing, she'd only laugh and say he was getting what was coming to him for hangin' around with such a Jezebel."

"Still, I wish there was something we could do."

"Well when you got it figured out, you tell me," Davey said, and walked away.

Susan felt so terribly alone. Not only that, but she had funny feelings inside her. Watching what her father and stepmother had done had awakened new sensations in the girl. As far as she was concerned these were evil sensations. But she was certain she had enough intestinal fortitude to fight these feelings. She must never allow herself to surrender to the sins of flesh.

Going outside, she started walking the length of the block. She needed some air.

She had to see her mother. There were no two ways about it. She was certain her mother would be able to explain just why what she saw was evil.

Her mother lived on the other side of town, now. The circulating rumors claimed she had met her present husband, Ezekiel Stokes, while she had still been married to Susan's father. It was because she'd had so much in common with the man that she'd eventually consented to divorcing Ira Frank.

Susan had not seen her mother since that day in court, when she and Davey announced they preferred living with their father. She had never seen the man her mother had married, after, nor had she had any kind of contact with her mother. There was no doubt the woman was bitter at having been abandoned by her children.

Going to the corner, Susan found a phone booth. Inside was a local directory, and she looked up the address.of Ezekiel Stokes. The only Ezekiel Stokes listed was the Reverend Ezekiel Stokes, and he lived on Conestoga Avenue. That was the Black part of town. Susan wondered why her mother and her stepfather want to live there.

Susan took a bus to the other side of town. Once there, she became apprehensive and frightened. The streets were dingier than where she lived. Not that the people didn't try to keep things clean. But the houses were thirty years older than the houses in her own neighborhood. Many of them were in disrepair because the people simply couldn't afford to make necessary repairs.

By the time she reached Conestoga Avenue, she began to feel better. Her town had never had any kind of a reputation for violence. There was no reason to be afraid just because she was a white girl in the heart of black territory.

She found the house where her mother now lived. A worn path led around to the rear, and she followed it. The front windows were all boarded up, anyway.

Voices were coming from an open window at the rear of the house. Peering in, Susan saw she was staring into a living room. Four Black men were sitting around, and standing in the center of the room was her mother.

"Abigail," the largest of the Negro men said. "Are you prepared for your weekly purification rite?"

"Yes, Ezekiel, yes," she whispered fervently, her eyes closed.

"You understand that what is being done is being done in the name of good. You must do everything I say."

Ezekiel? Her mother had married a Negro? And he was a religious fanatic in addition to everything else. But what kind of religion did he practice? But then her mother certainly wouldn't have married anyone other than one of her own religion.

"Undress!" the booming voice of Ezekiel Stokes insisted.

He was a tall man with broad shoulders. But aside from an icon he wore, there was nothing about him to denote his being a reverend. He had on a tee shirt and Levi's, as did the other three men sitting around.

Susan was stunned by his order that his wife, her own mother, undress, and in front of the other men, too. She stared, holding her breath as her mother removed her white blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unhooked her dark skirt and stepped out if it. A few moments later she had discarded all her underclothing, as well. She stood totally naked in front of the four black men.