Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

Dee laughed. "Come on. Face me over her!"

Connie watched as they positioned themselves. She drew her knees up against her large breasts, her ass lifting so her pussy lips were bluntly offered.

Bill immediately mounted Connie, his prick touching the now moist, fully aroused cunt.

Dee was straddling Connie's head.

Bill cupped his sister's compact, small breasts. Dee reached out, puffing him close so they could kiss. Their mouths parted as Bill's cock pressed Connie's pussy. She tongue-kissed Dee, while reaching for Bill's cock, leading its point towards her pussy.

Connie gasped slowly as Bill's hard shaft surged slowly into her, finally buried to the root. For a wild moment their hips didn't move. All the time sister and brother were voluptuously frenching each other. Bill's hips jerked. Connie tongued Dee and sucked on the girl's pussy.

At that moment, Bill's cock inched out, jerking as it slid smoothly back into place.

"Faster!" Connie cried against Dee's writhing pussy. She grabbed Bill's ass with clawing hands.

The man immediately complied, ramming his hard cock in and out as he continued to french Dee's mouth.

Connie whispered, "How wild!" This was something totally different and new. Having brother and sister tongue-kissing above her while she was getting fucked was almost too much.

She squeezed Bill's moving cock.

Trembling, trying to rotate her hips, Connie had an unexpected climax. Then found herself tangling to the continued fast penetrations of Bill's stiff cock.

Bill continued churning, but faster and harder, more demanding. A spasm jerked through his long cock and Connie had another climax as cum flooded into her. All the time she was voluptuously sucking Dee's hot pussy, her tongue probing against the clit. From the action of the girl's hips, it was apparent they were all coming.

Connie almost fainted. Weak, she sat up and cried, "Wow! Fantastic!"

Dee and Bill were gazing wantonly at one another, standing on either side of Connie.

"Shit, you two look ready to fuck each other!" Connie observed.

Dee laughed, "Later, I wanna do some sucking on him! While Sam's screwing me. What a cock that guy has!"

Bill chuckled, patted Dee's cheek, and said, "You're one hell of a sister. Too bad Alice is so screwed-up!"

"Non-screwed, you mean," Dee said, sitting on the couch.

"Well, we'll take care of all that on Saturday," Connie said. "Booze and grass should do it. Believe me, any girl that finger-fucks herself, like Dee claims Alice does, is ready to be had by man or woman! I've known some and they fought all the way – and afterwards they were so thankful that I got some real wild times with them!"

Bill nodded. "I'm sure of it. Alice tries to hide behind… I don't know what! But she has the same hot blood we have!"

Dee, more seriously than ever before, stated, "I've seen some of the books she reads. Alice might be hung-up, but she sure as hell knows about sex! I was kinda shocked! From marriage manuals to out-right dirty books! She knows all about it. What a fink!"

Bill shrugged. "I'll leave it up to you girls to…"

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Connie opened it to see Ray and Sam standing there.

It was about four in the afternoon when Frank got the call from Joanne. He had been working over some papers on the Gordon account, one that might help to get him in an even better position for a promotion, or at least a much-needed raise.

When his secretary said it was Compton's office, Frank picked up the receiver and answered in a business-like tone, "Yes?"

Joanne's question was seductive. "Frank… tonight… have anything planned?"

"What's up?" Frank inquired, a little surprised, having expected to hear Roger Compton's voice.

"I wanted to see you… if you're free."

Frank pondered the idea with a mixture of emotional and physical responses. He was supposed to go out with Alice this evening, as was their usual habit. However, Joanne's offer promised far more than social conversation, dining, dancing, and a frustrating goodnight kiss.

"Frank?" Joanne asked, making him aware that a long silence had answered her.

"Sorry… yes, what… I mean – hell, you're what I need!" he decided, as if thinking out loud. "Your place?"

"Take me home?" she inquired.

"Meet you there, about… I'll need to change and, uh, take care of something, first." Somehow he'd have to talk his way out of the date with Alice.

"You aren't changing any plans?"

"Of course – so what?" he announced almost bitterly. "Forget that! I'll be over as soon as possible. Okay?"

"I'll be waiting!" She didn't even say good-bye, but merely broke the connection.

Frank stared at the phone, then pressed the receiver hook, pushed one of the outside lines, and dialed Alice's work number. Moments later he heard her voice.

"Darling," Frank said, feeling a sick ache at the pit of his stomach. "Something's come up. I can't make it tonight."

Alice sounded slightly off-balance emotionally. "But, Frank, I planned… it was important to…"

"Honey, if there was any way," Frank already felt doubts. "I'd break it oft you know that. After all, the better I do my job the sooner we can get married and…"

A sigh answered him, then Alice said, "Sure, I know. Of course… you're right."

"I'm terribly sorry." He wasn't quite convinced it wasn't the exact truth. Then images of Joanne's wantonly lush, willing, sexy body formed.

"See you tomorrow…"

Alice said good-bye. Frank slammed the receiver on the hook.

"Damn you, Alice Compton!"

But he wasn't damning the woman so much as her sexual hang-ups.

Doubt plagued Frank the rest of the afternoon and when he returned to the apartment to change, it was difficult to keep from going over to her place after calling it off with Alice. He knew Joanne probably had more to give than mere sexual release. She'd called him, Frank reasoned, and probably had something to tell concerning her attempts to help him with a promotion.

That was the reason he consciously excused himself, though the offer of Joanne's sexually charged body was more than enough to send him running into those hot, willing arms.

Alice watched television most of the evening. The programs were boring, but kept her mind off being alone. In the middle of one that was more interesting than the others, the phone rang, and she leaped for it.

"Frank?" she cried into the receiver, her heart pounding.

"Frank?" came Dee's voice, half-mocking. "I thought maybe he was up there with you…"

"Had some work to do," Alice announced, cold inside. If Frank had only known what would have happened in her apartment, he'd probably have called off the business appointment.

"What do you want?"

"Please… please. I have to talk to you. We can't be like this… oh, we're sisters and…" The voice choked in what sounded almost faked emotion.

Another voice came through the receiver, convincing enough to cause Alice to believe, perhaps, Dee actually was emotionally upset. It was Connie.

"Dee's too worked up right now," Connie said, grim sounding. "The poor kid is sick about the other day. She wants to talk things over and…"

"I'll be over."

"No!" Connie cried, alarmed. "She's drunk and I couldn't stop her. She's desperate! Tomorrow, once she's sobered up."

Alice felt nauseated. "You shouldn't let her drink she's only…"

"Your sister is old enough to do a lot of things, Alice. And she had nobody else to turn to. Tomorrow, I call you. Oh, hell – I better go to her! She's sick!"

"Connie, Connie…"

"Don't come over!" The line was dead.

For a moment Alice stood there with the receiver in her hand, undecided. Then she slowly replaced it on the hook, staring blankly at the television.