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."

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

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.

"No? So far you've double wham-bammed me.

Now what?"

"Now we go again."

He grabbed her hips with his hands and raised her body a few inches off his, then proceeded to stroke his long, hard prong into the squishiness of her cunt canal, bringing her sensuality back to its former peak. But then, Betty could never cool down any more, not with Ira around. His presence sent her from one sexual peak to another with one mind-blowing orgasm after another. The weightier it was, the greater the pressure, the harder the thrusting, the more she wanted. And Ira was always there to give it to her.

She felt his fingers rubbing her hairy mound, then moving up from her frizzled crotch over her flat stomach, once again lingering on the brown, nutlike berries of her nipples. Then his fingers moved higher, tickling the sides of her neck and her shoulders.

Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her down, rolled her over and once again threw her calves over his own shoulders. He jammed his palms under her ass and raised her asscheeks, tugging his solid cock out of her cunt, and suddenly pressing it against her puckered anal orifice.

"Oh come on," she teased. "Not there, not now. You can't be serious about wanting to put it in there after that overpowering orgasm I just had."

"You forget," he told her. "I still haven't shot my own load."

"Bastard!" she murmured lovingly as he pressed the heavy knob of his throbbing cock against her rectal rectos, and began pushing.

"Unnnnnnnhhhhh!" she grunted, feeling the weighty pressure of his pulsing putz. "You assfucking cuntlapper. I should have… arrrrggghhhhhhh… " this last as the bulb of his penis began penetrating the tight ring of her sphincter. She squeezed, fighting him, trying to force him out, not because she didn't want him in there, but because they both enjoyed it more when he had to force it in. Betty's was an exceptionally wide asshole. Even the first time he had entered it (and he had been the first man to do that much), she had found no difficulty in taking him in. Other women supposedly screamed and yelled when their rectal tunnels were forced open. Not Betty. Perhaps it was because she loved him so much. In any case, she felt his mighty phallic plunger slide slowly into her rectum, filling it as he shoved two fingers into the tightness of her twat and rubbed his thumb against her clitoris.

He was aiming for the triple orgasm. As far as she knew, she was the only woman to achieve three separate culminations, all at the same time. And the clash of the three in her body set her off thrashing wildly. But not yet, not yet. He had to build her up to that point, first.

Her muscles totally relaxed as his fingers slid into her seething pussy, still stabbing all the way up and in her ass with his lancing flesh-spear. Her arms went around his neck, pulling his head down so she could cover his face and his lips with hot, wet kisses. The pressure of his penal tip almost reaming its way into her colon made Betty think she would burst at any moment. But once his vibrating prong was all the way in, she felt him pick up speed and start to fuck wildly and madly into her tight asshole.

Her fingernails sank into his shoulders, cutting little half moons there as she sighed and moaned. Her asshole clutched the plugging probe, squeezing it as tightly as possible, trying to squeeze the white seed from it. He was so expert at bringing her off, once her climaxes started, she became a regular orgasmic exploder as long as he continued doing things. And now she was about to reach yet another crises. It had almost quietly crawled up on her as she was unaware, thinking only of the pleasure she was receiving. It was the first of three that finally did hit all at once. It was a rectal orgasm, and the feeling built solely in her asshole at first, suddenly blossoming out and blasting into the rest of her body with some kind of cosmic force.

"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!" she yelled, thrusting her ass higher and higher, riding her sopping cunt madly along the rails of his two fingers as they sloshed in and out. All the while the tip of his thumb rubbed her shivering clitoris, and before the first orgasm, the anal one had even reached its peak, her clitoral climax exploded, and she exclaimed, "liiiiirrrrraaaaagghhhhh!"

The anal orgasm had hit its summit, and her clitoral climax was first building up a full head of steam when his reaming fingers gave her another vaginal come.

"Wwaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!" she all but garbled as saliva filled her throat, making loud outcries all but impossible.

Thrill after thrill ran wildly rampant through Betty's bouncing body, leaving in their wake the desire for more, more, and more. It was an overwhelming wish she would never see end. The more of him she had inside her, the more of him she wanted.

His fingers came out of her cunt as his thick cock continued riding madly through her anal tube, his hand still holding the soft globes of her ass to keep her balanced. He was a man sure of himself, and sure of what he was doing. And this made Betty all the more thrilled. Knowing his own limitations, he was carefully pacing himself, though she had to admit his so-called limitations were far in excess of what others possessed.

A second anal orgasm was building. This one was not as powerful as the others, and when it hit it would be like feeling a mild static shock, compared to the bolts of lightning the others had seemed to be. Even so, Betty humped her ass up and down all the faster, wanting as much pleasure as she could feel. Whether a lot or a little, she wanted it all.

Mad ripples of gasping excitement radiated from the pressure of his throbbing cock filling her asshole. It was almost as if her entire inner body was totally hollow, completely filled up with a fat five foot four inch cock. All her senses were totally and thoroughly encompassed by the waves of heavy thrills emanating from the pressure of his phallic prod.

"Ayyyyyaaaaaaaagggggghhh!" she screamed as yet another orgasm swept through her with the wind velocity of a tornado. Thrills seemed to burst from every one of her pores. Completely insatiable, she slammed her bouncing ass up to meet the pressure of his thrusting cock, using her thighs on his shoulders for leverage. Her mouth hung slackly open, and colorless ointment was oozing from her vaginal slot, inundating his pubic hairs. He rammed into her with relentless power, throwing all his weight against the fatty cushions of her full asscheeks.

Betty felt her rectum assaulted again and again by his mad, wild plunges, and loved every last bit of it. His thrusting cock made her entire body vibrate madly all over. Her nails tore into his flesh again and again, excavating red lines on his thighs and making deep punctures in his own ass. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side, her short hair whipping one way and then another.

There was one more orgasm building inside her, but she knew this one was going to hit at just about the same time he came off. She could feel the way his thick prong was swelling in her anal tunnel, stretching her ass madly. His heavy balls, which had been slamming against her ass no longer touched her. The scrotum sac had drawn up tightly in his groin, putting pressure on the two testicles, making them rub together. Betty made a mental bet with herself as to which of his two balls would eject sperm, first. Not that it mattered. There was no way she would ever be able to find out. Still, it excited her all the more to think of the two testicles rubbing against each other in the tight skin sac, racing to see which would eventually be the first to release the little tadpole like sperm cells, first.

She felt his fingers trying to tear into the mattress on either side of her body as he clenched his fists. He was finally going to come. He was going to unleash the spunky contents of his balls into the questing temple of her womanhood.

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.