Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

"What's wrong?" Connie demanded, annoyed. "I was thing… maybe we went too far?"

"You don't mean with… her?"

"What'll she do now?"

"Oh, don't be silly, Dee. Maybe she'll start acting like a real woman. Hell, its better to be a lesbian than a fink-old little icy, frigid female! Her kind isn't any good for anybody. They don't give to anybody – they simply take! No, don't feel sorry for her. She's old enough to have been fucked silly by a half-dozen men! It'll do her good, believe me! The best fucking thing that could have ever happened to your sister. Come on, give me a come with that thing!"

Dee concentrated on watching the dildo slowly enter, pressing Connie's pussy, then drawing out, pulling her pussy lips along with it. As she watched, Dee became more aroused. Finally, her hand on her pussy, Dee started to finger it.

Then, with a moan, she yanked the dildo out of Connie and started to insert it into herself. Connie nearly jumped to her feet.

A moment later Dee was lying on her back, Connie's lips between her thighs, her tongue licking. Dee's face was covered by Connie's wet cunt, which she began sucking and tonguing in overwhelming passion.

They were near climax, and it didn't take long before each was thrashing back and forth against the other's tortured pussy. Dee arched up as Connie's body became rigid. Both experienced their final pleasure simultaneously.

Connie rolled off Dee and lay on the floor.

Both were breathing hard and it was some time before either moved.

Dee sat up first, looking down at Connie's mature, voluptuous body.

For a moment she wondered if this was really the kind of life she wanted to live.

Laughing, Dee rejected the idea. After all, she wasn't as old as Connie. Given a couple of years, she'd probably find some stud that really turned her on and might marry him. But for the present, she wanted the swinging scene.

Glancing at the wall clock in the dining area, Dee realized it was later than they'd thought.

"Connie, we don't have much time to clean up." Glancing at Alice, she wondered out loud, "Should we leave her there, or in the bedroom?"

Connie shrugged. "I don't think it'll make any difference. Some of these studs will see her like that, here or there, and start fucking away – no matter if she is unconscious! What a nice, lovely body she has."

"Shit on her body!" Dee spat out, furiously. "So help me, I'm going to fuck one with Frank. He sure the hell deserves it!"

Connie merely smiled and then started gathering their clothing from the floor where it had been left some time earlier.

"How about some drinks – fix some for both of us. I'll wake Bill!" she said.

"Three drinks coming up!" Dee laughed, starting for the kitchen, hardly able to wait until the real action started to take place.

Joanne had just latched the lock on the door at Roger Compton's office, as commanded, when the forty-three-year-Old man unzipped his pants with a look of almost foolish anticipation on his thick lips.

"Look," he announced, exposing a tall, erect cock.

Joanne turned and watched as Roger let his pants fall to the floor around thick, hairy legs. He wasn't really a bad-looking man for his age, if you dug stocky, middle-aged males. The only thing Joanne ever found groovy about any male was his hard prick.

She frantically attempted to figure a way to work Frank into the conversation, either before or after the sex started. An anguished pain laced through her body. Frank was the only man who had sparked her emotions. But it was useless to consider marriage. No prick had ever been able to keep up with her. Frank wasn't the kind who could live with a wife that cheated on him.

"Come and get me!" her boss instructed, slipping up on the edge of the desk, thighs spread, erected cock sticking up in blazing invitation.

A shiver ran down Joanne's spine. Any cock made her pussy surge with desire.

Slowly, Joanne stepped forward, noting that it was already getting dark outside. The room was only dimly lighted, but it was easy to see the fleshy head of his cock, the overly generous foreskin.

As Joanne stopped in front of Roger, he lifted her mini-skirt. His thick, beefy fingers were trembling as they slipped under the cloth, pulling at her pantyhose. In moments he'd be playing with her pussy.

If she wasn't so hot for sex, the scene would have been funny. But sex wasn't funny to Joanne; it was a serious part of everyday living.

Her fingers lightly touched his cock, which jerked in response to her caress. Joanne let her hand fold about his prick, aware that Roger had already started pulling her panties down. The first brush of his fingers against her cunt hairs sent a knife of pleasure through its flesh.

Then a finger slipped into Joanne's cunt, finding the clit and stroking it with skill.

One thing, she realized with pleasure, Roger Compton knew how to fuck.

The prick in Joanne's hands felt hot and velvety as she slowly, lingeringly moved up a down on it. The bulge at the top felt rubbery and very warm. She thumbed the tip and felt moisture there, which was spread over its end. This dampness excited Joanne. Roger's finger moving rapidly on her clit caused her passions to heighten and she knew she couldn't wait. She could always suck him after being fucked with that hard cock.

"Roger," Joanne managed to say in a husky voice, "I gotta have it!"

He chuckled. "Never saw such a fancy little pussy girl in my life!" He stuck three fingers into her cunt and Joanne moaned, almost jerking on the cock between his legs.

"Come, Baby," he offered, suddenly standing. "Get on it!"

She didn't need directions. Immediately she moved to the desk. Her ass resting on the desk, legs sticking out, she thrilled as Roger moved between them. Joanne embraced him with her legs as Roger let his cock settle against her pussy.

"You fucking bastard!" Joanne moaned as his prick started rubbing her cunt. "Fuck me!"

Chuckling, he let his cock draw down along her pussy lips then touch the entrance. Joanne's legs drew him closer until his cock was quickly inserted into her cunt. The hard prick thrilled her. He wasn't as big or as long as Frank, but good enough for a sexual snack. Roger had more foreskin than most men, and large balls, too.

Relaxing her legs, Joanne moaned as the man slowly withdrew. Her feet pressed him in again. In such a manner they started the slow, but quickly building movements of sex.

The man's hands worked up her tight fitting blouse, fingers unlatching the buttons, then finally slipping around to Joanne's back in order to open her bra. Once her tits were free, Roger began palming the nipples. All the time his cock kept sliding in and out of her pussy, now wet and clutching.

Joanne's arms embraced his head, fingers sliding under the business jacket he hadn't taken the time to remove.

Her climax, easily triggered, was near, and the anxious moans of pleasure uttering in rhythm to the fucking cock warned how close she was.

Then suddenly, as Roger pinched her nipples, Joanne sobbed, sucking in air, tensed, and shivered as her cunt experienced a shuddering climax.

Moments later, still gasping, she urged the man out of her, delighted he hadn't come, yet.

Roger Compton knew how to fuck his secretary and was ready for the oral assault she'd give now.

He planted his feet firmly on the floor, balanced, ready for Joanne, who knelt before him.

Her lips breathed on his throbbing prick, then folded greedily about its head. The generous foreskin thrilled her.

"Suck it good, Baby," he encouraged in a rasp, hugging her head with trembling hands.

The velvet cock in her mouth tasted like cum. Her tongue moved voluptuously on his moist shaft as more of it entered her mouth.