Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

Sick with self-hate, Alice slowly unlatched the black garter belt from thin nylon stockings. Then dropping it, she tucked her fingers under the narrow, pink panties about her curving hips.

Watching the lovely, attractive reflection of her body in the mirror, Alice frowned. She lowered her panties like a stripper teasing male customers, letting the material inch down, revealing more and more white flesh, the fleecy hairs of an aroused pussy, and then her creamy thighs. The panties gathered awkwardly, at an angle, about her trim, shapely legs.

"You bitch!" she cursed at the reflection. "It would be so easy for you! Not me! You're a whore. I'm not!"

The mirrored image was an opposite of Alice in every way – it reflected her repressed sensual nature. The mirror exposed, the raw, lusting passions on her face and body, stripped bare of the psychological hang-ups that stopped the real Alice Compton from letting even Frank have her.

"You're a whore at heart. Like Bill and Dee. I've got to escape you!" Alice told the minor in a savage voice as she began to open the bra. Her tits slowly revealed themselves in the reflection and Alice found it impossible not to admire their supple, well-formed, though not overly voluptuous shapes. The nipples were rosy, already tilted in an erected state of stimulation. They looked as if they had just been sucked.

Alice realized it would be impossible to hold out much longer. She'd read enough books on sexology to know something had to give soon. Once she had even toyed with the idea of seeking a lesbian. It would be better than using her own fingers to satisfy the deep, wild needs.

"If only you could control yourself, Frank!" Alice stated to the reflection of her body, though visualizing the man she hoped to marry. "How I need you, now."

Already the reflection was beginning to caress her swollen pussy lips, fingering the sensitive nerves, fondling the red sex-mouth.

She was thinking about how Frank's cock had almost been embedded in her cunt.

If he'd only taken her, she thought idly, rubbing more furiously on the hot cuntlips.

Only in such moments, alone in the bathroom finger-fucking a come, did Alice admit, even in this half-mocking manner, her deep unconscious desire to be raped and have it done with.

At nights she'd dream about some strange man coming upon her on a lonely street, darkness surrounding them as she was brutally raped. It would be over then. After that it might be possible to give her body to the man she loved.

Gently, Alice inserted a finger in her pussy, touching the clit, so swelled in need. Having absorbed volumes of knowledge concerning sex, she was aware of its hard realities. Alice knew more than most women about the theory of sex. While others experimented, she read erotic literature. She learned how to masturbate a cock and herself with far more skill than any other virgin might – or even a highly experienced woman.

A wave of sensual pleasure started swelling through Alice, centered where her fingers skillfully worked on her responsive pussy.

The reflection was gasping, breasts lifting and falling rapidly, body arched forward, almost rigid, face red, tense, brown eyes almost closed. Alice had grown accustomed to having an orgasm while watching herself in the minor. The visual image added to the pleasure.

The sudden memory of Ray's face buried between Dee's thighs causing the young woman to pant in pleasure, flashed through Alice's mind as she viewed the reflection of her straining body in the mirror.

Alice gasped, her eyes closed tight, body shuddering as her climax was almost overwhelming. She stumbled backwards in its aftermath.

Swaying, arms flying out, Alice frantically grabbed the sink, sucking in deep gasps, almost slumping to the floor.

She realized that memory of Dee and Ray had caused the orgasm to be even more voluptuous.

"God! I'm sick! Sick!" she sobbed, tortured. "Why the hell can't I get myself fucked like any woman my age?"

But she knew the answer. Several times in high school and college she'd come close to giving in to a boy friend, but the memory of Bill's cock ejaculating in her mouth stopped sex short of fucking.

Unconsciously licking her lips, Alice's head lifted and her eyes stared in the small minor above the sink, seeing only the torment reflected in the frowning face looking back.

Alice was still breathing hard, but it was more controlled. In moments she'd be almost normal, able to think more rationally.

Her head shaking, Alice sighed, talking in a cool voice, "So, you're a hot, sexually frustrated woman. Someday, Baby, you'll get it. Then what?"

She shuddered, knowing how a carnal sex-act might create such a mental depression that death would be the only alternative to whoring.

Alice had been afraid of being like her sister and brother – even father – since learning about the hot sexual desires flaming her body. Only will power had controlled physical instincts, and this was supported by the horror of having Bill's cum shoot down her throat.

Alice turned away from the mirror, only to see the full reflection of her body in the door mirror, perversely mocking.

Like an animal running for its life, she flung open that door and rushed out, almost blindly, finding the bed she'd been sharing with Dee.

Flinging herself on it, Alice began sobbing, covering the sounds with a pillow, yet they seemed like amplified screams.

When will it all end? Alice wondered in panic. And what will be the results?

Abruptly, she realized Frank was the only man who could screw her without causing the repercussions she had for so long feared would be the result of fucking.

Impulsively, Alice frantically pulled slacks and sweater over her naked body, then hurried from the apartment, slowing to a fast walk once outside.

In front of Frank's door, she rang the bell, her finger pushing relentlessly on the button.

When no answer came, Alice turned away, walking back to her apartment.

Tomorrow, Friday night, she thought as she closed the door behind her, Frank's in for a big surprise.

Connie listened silently throughout the conversation between Bill and Dee. They were sitting on the sofa, intimately close, naked, planning a lesbian seduction of their sister.

Bill had been called over, and upon his arrival, he'd suggested a sex party. They'd called Sam and Ray, who would arrive shortly.

"All you do," Bill stated, "is get her over here, to make up… insist on drinks… to relax you… get her drunk. I'll get grass and pot her up some."

Connie giggled, "I have some stuff that'll sex her – we'll put the stuff in her drink."

"Great! You talk to her, Connie, like an older sister – about sex and things. I guess you have enough experience to seduce Alice, even without drugging her mind out," Bill said.

Connie, sitting, on the floor between them, wantonly rubbing her naked pussy, reached out and cupped Bill's balls and prick. "Like that?"

He chuckled, his cock swelling against her palm. She squeezed it, craving to be sexed. Connie was tired of just looking at his prick and Dee's pussy. With the other hand, she reached up and let fingers slide between Dee's cuntlips.

The two stiffened, electrified. Connie was thrilled. She knew that Dee and Bill were a couple of crazed, young kids trying to prove their sexuality. From Bill's reaction to the dildo, she guessed he had homosexual desires, but that didn't bother her.

Dee squirmed under the erotic caress.

"You could seduce a fucking queer!" Bill laughed.

Bill was already hard enough to fuck her. Connie shivered.

"Down, with me! Both of you! I'll suck pussy and… give me that cock, Bill – right in my cunt!" She squeezed his pulsing hard.

Connie lay on her back, waiting for them. She laughed inwardly about Bill's comment concerning her ability to get a hard on fags. Experience with men told her that Bill could easily be turned into a swinging bisexual.