Paul Conroy

Sex Sated Minister

Chapter 1

"They're fucking!"

"Huh?"

"I said your father and stepmother are fucking. That's why they're always trying to be alone in their bedroom."

"Al, you don't know whatcher talkin' about."

"Yes I do," Al Lasten laughed. "I know all about these things."

Al Lasten was a mere sixteen years old, yet he was already the most licentious person living in town. He was short, just three inches over five feet, with a large hooked nose and long stringy hair. Pimples covered his face from forehead to throat, and in order to cover a massive inferiority complex (though many people swore it wasn't just a complex), he always acted like an aggressive slob who seemed to know everything. He had the largest collection of eight millimeter porno movies around. His room was filled with all kinds of nudie magazines, and he was constantly in trouble for attempted rape. It was rumored he'd actually managed to rape a few girls, but none of them was willing to come forward and testify against him.

Dave Frank was only thirteen, and he was feeling neglected. His mother had divorced his father more than a year ago, claiming mental and physical cruelty. She had married a religious fanatic and had gone away. Davey, and his sister Susan, who was fourteen, had elected to remain with their father because he wasn't always trying to make something righteous or evil out of every situation.

But three days earlier, Davey's father, Ira Frank, had re-married, and he had been neglecting both his children, spending every spare moment with his new wife, alone in their bedroom. Neither Davey nor Susan were able to understand why.

Both knew about the "birds and the bees." But their mother had impressed upon them the fact that men and women only did these sinful things when they wanted to multiply. Otherwise it was not only unnecessary, but evil. The two knew their father wasn't an evil man, and they had been certain Betty, his new wife, couldn't have been evil. Their father wouldn't have married her if she were evil… unless she had somehow or other wickedly contrived to seduce him and lure him into marriage.

Now Al Lasten, seeing Davey alone for the moment, had asked him what the problem was, and Davey, naive and young, had told him. So Lasten had explained the hard, cold facts of life.

It was a warm day in May, and both boys were wearing short-sleeved shirts. Each also wore light summer slacks. They were standing in front of the Frank home, a three bedroom frame house looking much like the thousand other houses in the development. The sun made the day warm, but Davey Frank was feeling a chill because of Al Lasten's words.

"Susan," he called to his sister as she came out the side door to dump a bag in the garbage can. "C'mere for a minute."

"What's the matter, Davey?" Susan Frank asked her brother, as she walked over to where he and Lasten were standing.

Susan was pretty. She was so pretty she made the flowers look pale by comparison. She had long brown hair and white skin. Her large, brown innocent-looking eyes could swallow up man and boy alike, radiating the pure innocence of her mind. Her body had only just begun to really fill out She had small breasts pushing against her simple blue cotton dress, but they seemed just right for her body. They gave an added look of innocence to Susan's otherwise shapely form. Her waist was already narrow, and it was plain her hips would shortly start to flare.

She wore no makeup of any kind. This also served to enhance her beauty. Looking at her, one could not help falling a little in love with her, instantly.

Al Lasten, being in love with himself, felt only lust when he looked at Susan. Hers was the kind of innocence calling for total degradation. And the teenaged boy secretly harbored the desire to be the defiler of her purity, in every way.

"Susan," Davey said to the sweet, wide-eyed girl. "Al claims pa is fornicating with Betty right n now.

Instantly the young girl's face reddened.

"How dare you even say such evil things," she whispered.

"What's the big deal?" Lasten asked. "Your father's fucking your stepmother, his wife. It's legal. They're married. Wake up, kid. Fucking is something people do because they like it."

"How dare you speak to us like that," Susan snapped. "You're a spawn of Satan," she bit at him. "You stay away from my brother and myself from now on."

"Hey look," Lasten said, smirking. "Since when is it evil to tell the truth? Your old man and his wife are fucking, and that's the simple fact."

"Come, Davey," Susan said, taking her brother by the hand. "We don't want to hear anymore of the vileness Mr. Lasten is spouting."

She tugged her brother along after her, listening to Lasten laugh as they went into the house. They went in through the side door, going directly into the laundry room. From there they walked up into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen with a dining area and lots of cabinets and countertop space.

"Why would Al say such things?" Davey wanted to know.

"He's a terrible person," Susan said. "You mustn't listen to him or anything he says. Remember what mother taught us. Fornication is an evil that must be suffered in order to procreate. You don't think father would allow himself to be lured into doing something evil. We know he doesn't want any additional children. In fact, Betty had an infection in her ovaries. They had to be removed. I heard her tell daddy as much one night."

"Well then, they can't be doing anything like what Al said."

"We could always find out," Susan said. "But I don't think it's right to spy on daddy."

"I think we should find out anyway, so we can set our minds at rest," Davey insisted.

"Maybe you're right," Susan nodded. "They only went into the bedroom a few minutes ago. The top of the bedroom door doesn't fit snugly into the doorway. There's more than an inch of space there. If we take two kitchen chairs and put them in the hallway near the door, we can stand on them and look into the room."

Each of the children took a kitchen chair and climbed the eight steps to the bedroom level. Quietly they set the chairs in front of the bedroom where their father and stepmother were together.

Inside the bedroom, Ira Frank was staring at the naked body of his new wife. Her hair was short and black, just like his, and she had a stunning face. Where Susan's brown eyes shone with wide innocence, Betty's eyes glistened with desire. Betty's nose was short and slightly upturned, and she had a full, ripe, sensuous pair of lips. Her body was smooth and without stretch marks, though there were red lines from her bra and panties. Her nipples were a soft brown, flat at the moment, like two nickels resting against circles of equally soft brown the size of silver dollars. Otherwise her breasts were two fields of white porcelain. Her body was free of any loose flesh as it tapered into a narrow waist, then widened into lush, rolling hips, long, pillarly thighs, and tapered calves.

Ira Frank had a firm torso for a man of forty-one. His stomach was starting to bulge a little, but otherwise he was exceptionally well-proportioned. And the part of him Betty liked most was his huge penis; more than seven and a half inches long, and a good two and a half inches in circumference. It had a nut-brown shaft, matching the color of his hanging scrotum, and it was capped by a large, violet, mushroom shaped head. The head had a tiny hole in its tip, arid the tip was leaking a bubble of colorless lubricant.

The huge double bed was against the left wall. Betty was standing on one side, while Ira stood on the other.

"Every time I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am," Ira was saying. "God! You have no idea what a nightmare I went through for fourteen years with Abigail. Fourteen years of listening to her spout the gospel at me. Fourteen years of hearing her pray to God for forgiveness every time I took her to bed. Fourteen years of listening to her harangue me and chastise me for wanting what belonged to me. Thank God it's over. With you here I'm almost willing to become a churchgoing man, myself."

"I didn't marry a man who wanted to go to church all the time," Betty laughed. "You just go on being yourself. I love you for the man you are, and not the man someone else wanted you to be."

She walked to the foot of the bed, and Ira slid around behind her, pressing his cock against her full, rich buttocks. His arms pressed into her belly for a moment, then he slowly let his fingers move up and cup her full breasts. He pressed his palms into her nutlike nipples, feeling them swell and press against him. One hand left her tit and moved lower, rubbing into the black thatch on her pelvis. His hard cock began pressing into the crevice between her asscheeks.

Betty leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. She closed her eyes as his hands rotated against her nipples and pelvis causing ever-widening pulsations to radiate from her body. Thrills began invading her delicate labia, causing the hot, tight tunnel inside to become wetter and hotter. Her body was more and more aware of the pressure of his phallus.

His lower hand moved up to cup a tit again, and with both hands he squeezed hard, making the two tits bobble for a moment. Then he spun her around to face him, plunging his tongue all the way into her mouth, feeling her full breasts flatten themselves against his chest. Her outstretched nipples now pressed maddeningly into him, making his chest tingle wherever they touched.

Betty panted more and more strongly as Ira lengthened the kiss, licking her tongue lightly, sensuously, delightfully, after which he ran his tongue gently around the inside of her mouth. Betty reacted by reaching down and getting a tight grip on his phallus. Her arm went rigid as she thrilled to the heated solidity of it.

Pulling her head away and breaking the kiss, she said, "God! I do love you. I've never met a man like you. You only have to look at me and I become excited. When you touch me, I'm completely lost."

Pressing her breasts against his chest, she forced him back against the bed. Then she released him and lay down, waiting for him to be the aggressor. He sat beside her, his questing hands thrillingly traveling the length and breadth of her long legs. They moved up and down a dozen times, never touching the same spot twice, and finally came to rest near the tawny brush of her pubic hair.

Betty spread her thighs farther apart as Ira caressed her moistened labial folds, lightly rubbing them. His fingers found her pearl-shaped clitoris and expertly pressured it into swelling all the more, causing excitement to race through Betty's body. She writhed on the counterpane, unable to keep her body dormant.

Slowly, very slowly, she felt him sliding a middle finger into the tightness of her burning twathole. She felt the finger slide all the way up into her, then slide back, slowly teasing her with its seesawing, fucking motion. Her aching cunt began heavily leaking as her hands moved to her own breasts to knead the nipples, arousing herself even more.

"Lick my finger," Ira insisted, reaching the middle finger of his free hand toward her mouth. Obediently she pulled it between her lips and began sucking on it until it was coated with her saliva. He pulled it out and slowly moved it under her, reaching for the cleft of her ass. When he found it, he slid the finger forward, parting her asscheeks, finding the wrinkled bud of her rectum. Betty felt the finger push into her puckered asshole, slowly but surely making inroads until it was all the way inside her. Then the two fingers began working in tandem, each pressing against the other, separated by a thin membrane of skin.

"Oh, Ira-honey," she murmured. "You really know how to make a woman helpless, don't you."

"Gorgeous woman, you're about to be begging me to stick my hot, horny cock into the tightness of your lovely cunt."

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "I love it when you talk like that. It gets my pussy even hotter."

"It's not nearly as hot as it's going to get," he assured her.

Tugging his fingers out of her cunt, he moved himself around until he was kneeling between her thighs. He grabbed her hips and lifted, draping her calves over his shoulders. He lowered his face, kissing her belly, licking her navel, then letting his tongue slide lower. It traveled farther south, letting it safari through the hair jungle on her pubis before finally coming to rest at the top of her aching pink slit.

Betty felt the tickle of his tongue and jumped, thrilling to the way it lingered before finally making up its mind which way to go. Then she felt it slowly slithering down into her sopping crack, sliding lower and lower until it-had moved the entire length of her vaginal gash. Her body shook from side to side, making her full breasts bounce wildly as she bucked and writhed. And then his lips were pressing themselves down against her sopping labia as he thrust the length of his tongue as far up into her seething muff as it would go. She felt it, and locked it in there as her vaginal muscles tightened, almost pulling it out of his mouth by the roots. She felt the tongue circle around and around and around inside her, poking and probing as his mouth seemed to fill itself with as much of her cuntflesh as it could. His teeth were grating against her hairy pubis, filling her with wonderfully thrilling bits of delightful anguish.

She heard him as he sucked loudly, nibbling carefully on her swollen labia, making her hotter by the second. She knew he was no less hot, his arms locked around her pressed-back thighs. Her panting became louder and louder. She thought he would make her come then and there. But he didn't want her to pinnacle just yet. He suddenly stopped, lifting his cunt juice smeared face from between her hot thighs, letting her ass slowly settle itself back on the bed. Betty watched him run his tongue around his lips, trying to lick off whatever secretions he could.

Ira loved the taste of her cunt. This was one of the reasons why she loved him so much. There was nothing pretentious about him.

Betty hadn't been a virgin when she'd met Ira Frank. Betty hadn't exactly given her body to every man she'd ever met, but on occasion she'd dated men who insisted she go down on them without reciprocating. But Ira Frank had been the first one to eat her because he liked it. What was more, the more she enjoyed being eaten, the more he liked eating her. And he wasn't shy about using his tongue. He probed everywhere, licking her anus, her vagina, her navel, and even between her toes.

Because he enjoyed doing all these things, Betty enjoyed sucking his cock. All the other men she'd sucked as a favor to them. When they came, she always spat their come into a tissue. Ira was the only man whose sperm she swallowed. Not only that, but she enjoyed doing it. She loved the taste of him. More, she just loved being with him, and soon came to realize life was a dull existence without him. When he had proposed marriage, she was more than overjoyed.

Ira had married the first time in haste. His wife had been bad for him, and he had been bad for her. When the divorce had finally come through, Ira's wife hurried off to marry another man, in essence making the same mistake again, not really knowing whether or not the man was good for her.

Ira had decided not to marry again. It was this not wanting to make a commitment that attracted Betty to him. In the beginning, Betty had been extremely good just for cheering him up. Neither had expected anything more than a good lay, but each got so much more they both realized marriage was necessary.

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."