Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

As the last spasm trembled through Bill's cock, he fell almost brutally on top of Connie, unable to move. One thought troubled him: could he make the scene with more women tonight?

After some lime he rolled off Connie, who quickly got up, grinning.

"What a hot fuck that was!" she exclaimed.

"I needed it," he said weakly, trying to convince himself there would be plenty of sexual juices left to pass out to other girls.

"Maybe you need rest… again," Connie said, patting his balls.

"A little meat – sex-meat or beef – will get it up again," he bragged.

"After what you've gone through, honey, no one would blame you for copping out!" Connie smiled, stepping away. "I better get into something that comes off… fast."

"Why bother?"

"Can't make the other girls and guys feel out of place until the screwing starts!" she observed, looking at herself in the minor. "I'm pretty, aren't I?"

"Fucking beautiful!" Bill said. But his mind was wandering. "Ever been pissed on?"

Connie turned, open-mouthed. "You kidding?"

"Hell, our old manager digs that the most. She loves to get her big fat cunt pissed in! Likes drinking it all down, too."

He laughed, but again his thought shifted, thinking of how thrilling it would be to fuck the sex out of his mother. How he wanted that pussy in the worst way.

Connie's laughter filled the room, bringing him back to the present. "I've never tried that, but, who knows. I've tried everything else, just about."

"Any time, Connie, I'll give you a full bladder of piss."

"You're sick and wicked." But Connie was mocking. Her eyes still studied her mature, voluptuous body.

"Call me anything but sick."

"So you're a hot prick, is that better?" Connie inquired.

"Exhausted by a hot pussy!" Bill said, closing his eyes, aware of the fact it would be a while before his cock was able to get on a hard.

Just then the doorbell rang.

"God, I better get into something, fast!" Connie cried, opening the closet and yanking out a see-through nightie-robe, which she flung on. She called to Dee, "I'll answer it."

"Never mind," Dee answered, "already done."

"Party's on," Bill said, slightly bugged for having screwed Connie. But, he reasoned, it would be fun watching sex for while. After that, his cock would lift up, ready for action.

Sam's black cock was burning between Dee's thighs, pressed up against her pussy. She was playing with Ray's balls, upping his hard cock. The man was straddled over her so she had freedom to give him a good blowjob. Dee's hips rolled and Sam's prick was tugged between tight, gripping thighs.

The cunt Ray was going down on as he stood above Dee's head, was writhing in ecstasy.

Dee's mouth opened further and sucked in a good portion of hard prick. At the same time her thighs parted, to invite Sam's cock to fuck her tight pussy.

The Negro's cock ran along her cuntlips. She gulped even more savagely on Ray's cock, tonguing the head. The fleshy shaft was moist with the first wetness of cum.

The woman Ray was sucking off cried out in orgasm.

Dee could see little, but her nerves sensed everything going on in the room – the gasping of others in group sex-plays; Connie's laughter in same kind of sensual joy; panting, sobs, giggling mixed with slapping sounds. It all excited Dee.

Then Sam's big, black cock slowly slid into her wet pussy and she sucked violently on Ray's prick.

That's when Dee heard a muffled scream of horror. At first she couldn't understand how anybody could have such a fantastic climax, then recognized it as a cry coming from her sister's throat.

Alice was sitting up, screaming in shock. She had covered her mouth with a trembling hand.

Dazed, feeling she was in some hellish den of perverts, her eyes darted from one mass of churning bodies to another, stunned by the sights.

Across the room her brother was straddled over a woman, his hips churning between her widely parted thighs.

Dee was under two men, sucking one's cock, while being screwed by a black shaft. Her sister's legs were locked passionately about a big, muscular form. The man Dee sucked was going down on another woman, his arms hugging her trembling, tormented body.

To Alice's right a man was slowly withdrawing his long cock from a tall, beautifully shaped Negro woman who sat on the love-stuffed chair, her hips resting on its edge.

Two forms were in the far corner, locked in a sixty-nine position.

This was a sick orgy scene from some sex-book – but disgustingly real. Alice looked back to the man who had withdrawn from the black girl, his cock half limp, but still erect and glistening.

Alice felt her gut suck convulsively. She rushed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She reached the toilet bowl in time to vomit.

Shaking, sweat drenching her naked form, Alice trembled helplessly. It was some time before the nausea passed, only to be replaced by emotional shock as a memory of what had happened to her before she passed out returned.

She staggered backwards, leaning against the wall, shivering, and her eyes wide, glazed and almost sightless.

"God, oh, God, what have I done?" she moaned, unaware of the bathroom door opening.

A tall, attractive, muscled man stepped in, then hardly noticing her, positioned himself in front of the toilet, and began, to piss in it.

"Some party! Who knocked you out? You've been bombed from the scene for hours!" The man faced Alice. "What's wrong? You act like you haven't ever seen a man's cock!"

An ugly, anguished sound uttered from Alice's throat as he neared her, hands positioned on either side of her head. His hairy chest touched her nipples, causing immediate, unwanted pleasure to surge.

"Say, you're something wild!" He pressed her against the wall. His limp cock was between her thighs, the head meaty. His hips rubbed against Alice.

"Please!" she pleaded, still dazed, aware she didn't have the strength to fight. He could rape her, and it really wouldn't matter.

His cock twitched and his lips touched Alice's, parting. She pressed her hands against his stomach in an effort to push him away, but only hard muscles rippled under her fingers. The man was already beginning to swell up hard.

"Come on, all's fair in this kind of party! Every gal and girl takes what comes," he urged.

The man slipped an arm about Alice's waist and reached down to press her ass-cheeks. He'd moved so his cock was lifted up, the large crown against her navel. His hips slid back and forth, his balls and shaft brushing Alice in the most erotic and intimate manner. She remembered what Connie had done to her and that brought her resistance to a stop as the man's lips covered hers. Alice's mouth opened to the tongue that probed for entrance. Cocks were better than pussies.

Alice's head was still spinning from the drinks and drugs the two girls had given her. She didn't care about anything but escaping all thought.

Swimming in a sudden erotic awareness of the man's hardness, aware that he'd gotten that way from contact with her, because of her sexuality, Alice melted against his muscular shape.

Suddenly he was lifting her by the hips his thrilling cock dragging down until it was sliding along her pussy lips, then below.

"No! Please!" Alice cried, now horrified by the very real erotic hunger screaming to feel his shaft inside her.

The man pulled Alice down until the tip of his cock played almost at the entrance to her cunt. "No!" But she shivered in hot desire.

Alice squirmed, wrapping her legs about his body in order to brace herself so it would be possible to hit him. But immediately she realized the mistake and at the same time wondered at her real motives. She'd read enough to know exactly what to expect. She knew how to make it easier for a man to penetrate.