Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

For a moment Joanne merely held him, not moving, almost as if she knew how close his cock was to exploding with jizz.

Joanne's head began gradually moving closer, her lips caressing his cock as its rigid, arched shape pushed deeper into her mouth.

Her tongue pressed gently against his shaft, caressing its length, as more and more cock was engulfed.

Only when Frank's prick felt the back of her throat, did Joanne's lips begin to gently draw on it.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight. Part of his cock still extended out of her mouth like a bridge. Joanne's eyes were half-closed, and though he couldn't see them, Frank knew the expression burning there: complete contentment, lusting desire. A mixture of controlled passion and joyous pleasure.

Her lips sucked harder and harder on him, producing more ecstasy.

Tenderly, Frank let his fingers cup the back of her head.

Joanne's tits were beginning to heave, swelling and then dropping, as her lungs expanded and contracted.

Her throat gulped, causing an even more voluptuous sense of gentle stimulation to feed his cock. As her tongue began drawing tighter against him, rolling, her lips sucked more dramatically, then drew back until only the crown was between them. She began licking on its tip, the delicate tongue attempting to penetrate his cock's hole, then flicking all over its meaty flesh.

Her fingers clutched his ass excitedly as Joanne sucked in more cock.

He was near the bursting point when the sucking took on convulsive rhythm.

Then Frank felt the fire of orgasm run from the roots of his cock out along its length, and then, in spasms, eject hot cum into her mouth.

Joanne, her lips clenched, holding him, gulped jizz as fast as it spouted out of his cock.

His prick jerked and at the same time was sucked deep, spilling more cum into her. It was like a quaking shaft fountaining liquid fire. Joanne's head started thrashing, working his cock in and out while it continued coming in quick spasms. She was licking, sucking every drop of cum, not stopping even after he went dry.

Frank continued to enjoy her oral fit, though a slow pressure was building in his bladder. If she didn't stop, he realized, it would be impossible to keep from releasing piss into her mouth.

Somehow the idea wasn't revolting.

But as it got to the point where he would have to piss in her throat in seconds, he forcefully pushed Joanne away.

Without a word, he turned, lifted the toilet bowl's hatch, and then pissed.

Joanne's sigh diverted his attention long enough to glance toward her.

She was glossy-eyed with an ecstatic expression as she watched his prick releasing its piss into the john.

Once relieved, Frank turned towards the still exhilarated woman, saying, "It was never better."

"Frank… Frank," she spoke in an anguished, yet ecstasy-filled voice, "I've never enjoyed it so much!"

Joanne leaned close, her face against his crotch, sighing.

He caressed the back of her head. "You're beautiful in every way."

A shudder rushed through the woman's body as she slowly stood.

"What a fucking, pissing cock you have!" she laughed, patting it. Then, later, they walked to the bedroom. In a moment they lay next to one another, contented, sexually spent for the time.

"I could use a cigarette," Joanne said, sitting up.

Frank picked up a pack sitting on the nightstand. After lighting two cigarettes at once, he placed one between Joanne's lips.

She inhaled deeply, then smoke blew out slowly from her mouth and nostrils.

"Mr. Compton is almost ready to listen to reason," she announced. "I assume that's one of the reasons you came here."

Chuckling, Frank stated, "I wondered when we'd get around to that. You're always fucking me dry before letting me talk about anything!"

Her hand moved lightly between his legs, sensually caressing his balls and limp cock. "That's why. That fat, large meat of yours makes me feel and act like a whore who enjoys her work. And pays to get it, too!"

They both laughed, then she said, more seriously, "I talked to him yesterday about you in the most casual manner. Something like how great a job you did on… whatever account it was… pointing out how you're the best guy around. I left it there. We fucked, then. But the next time he fucks his cock into my pussy, I'll do a little more work. Maybe in a week or so you'll have everything you want and…"

Her words broke off. "I'm a stupid cunt!" she said furiously a moment later. "Here I'm whoring my body to make it possible for you to get a promotion to marry another woman. Isn't that something?"

"I'm sorry, Joanne," was all Frank could say.

Angrily snuffing out the cigarette, Joanne turned and crawled into his arms, rolling on top of his body, saying, "Fuck love! Just screw me silly with that big meat. That's my reward – all I'll ever want, and I wanna get as much of you in me as possible before its too late!"

Connie and Dee are raping me! Alice wanted to scream in a daze of confusion. God, stop them!

It was difficult to know how they had managed to strip her. Alice's mind was foggy, her thoughts disconnected. She was aware of being sexually aroused by caressing fingers and the sensation of Connie's naked flesh on hers. That's all that seemed real.

Alice frantically tried to remember what had happened. Everything was disjointed.

She'd had some Scotch before going over to Connie's apartment. The idea of facing her sister was unnerving. She'd awakened a bit drugged from the sleeping pills, but that faded a little before lunch.

After Connie called, around three-thirty in the afternoon, Alice poured straight Scotch into a glass, downed it with a shudder; had another, and then left the apartment.

Connie opened the door, greeting her with a welcoming smile. Connie was dressed in a sweater, pulled tight about full, lush tits. Alice could see the nipples pushing against the red cloth. Shorts hugged the woman tight enough to reveal the lines of her cuntlips.

Connie's bisexual reputation hadn't impressed Alice until that moment. Had the woman seduced Dee into some perverted sex act? The thought horrified Alice. Usually Connie wore respectable sexy clothing or lounged around the pool in a tiny bikini – but never so blatant as she was sensually half-dressed now.

It wasn't until the door closed behind her, and Alice noticed Dee sitting on the low, attractive, modem sofa, that a sense of strained panic really thrust into being.

There was an awkward silence, followed by Connie's quick, slightly nervous invitation of a drink.

Automatically Alice accepted.

"Make yourself at home," Connie suggested, disappearing into the small kitchen.

Alice stared at Dee, picturing her young sister under Ray's passionate kisses.

Disgust and, perhaps jealousy, stabbed Alice.

With a nervous gesture, she forced a laugh. Noticing the cigarette in Dee's hand, she said, "Forgot to bring some."

Dee shrugged casually, her expression, revealing little.

"Help yourself."

Following Dee's nod to the coffee table in front of the sofa, Alice stepped towards the open pack of cigarettes. She lit one as Connie returned with three very generous drinks. Alice took one without comment and let the silence remain awkwardly cold as Connie settled down next to Dee.

"Well?" Alice managed, keeping it cool.

Connie was quick to say, "Let's relax a little with a toast."

"To making-up?" Dee offered.

Alice stared at her sister and realized how much of stranger Dee, actually was. In this setting with Connie Brown – a woman known to be sexually liberal – it was possible to consider Dee as a natural swinger; the type of person who dug the apartments for singles only. Alice suddenly wondered about her own motives behind moving into such a place. At first it had been rationalized as a natural environment for a single girl.