Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

But Joanne was something else, and when she turned on full force with his cock, his mind was totally twisted around her lustful sex acts. Oddly enough, it was highly possible for Joanne, as a part-time mistress and full-time secretary, to accomplish what she couldn't as a daughter.

All Frank had to do was ask Joanne. She'd do anything for him. But such a conversation required privacy, and that meant an apartment.

He was exhilarated by what would happen if he actually found himself in Joanne's clutches. She was too much of a woman – coming on too strong.

He'd be laid!

Sudden desperation caused Frank to yank Alice into his anus.

For a moment she hesitated before melting submissively and becoming aware of his cock grinding on her, frighteningly large.

Alice's mind experienced the wild conflict of fear and passion. She realized it was a mistake to come into his new apartment. Frank had simply offered to show her the place.

Yet something inside Alice always had drawn he to temptation, like a moth to light. She'd had to fight to control that side of her nature, the part that continued to move her into a situation where the decision would be out of her hands.

That thought terrified her.

His lips covered hers, gently, then more passionately as they parted. It was impossible to ignore his tongue. She began greedily devouring, sucking almost brutally, hating herself, loving Frank.

It wasn't until she felt Frank's fingers touching her breast, attempting to find its nipple, that Alice's excitement reached the dangerous point.

She had worn a black evening gown, with a built-in bra, cut low in front: a mistake.

It wasn't that she feared Frank. So far he'd respected her, but she felt sick at frustrating his natural desires. They were in love and, considering the moral ethic of the times, should be intimate lovers. But she also rebelled violently to giving herself to any man.

If Frank only knew how much she wanted to marry him and do all the things he so desired, to willingly cooperate in any act of sex. Yet even as his wife, Alice realized it might be impossible to do anything of an exotic nature. She knew all about the other acts – even incest.

Her brother, Bill, had mined all chances of welcoming any mature relationship with a lover.

She suddenly tensed as Frank's fingers lightly discovered her nipple, which lifted under the caress.

"No – please!" she pleaded, attempting to draw away.

Furious, Frank thrust his fingers up under her short skirt, as if attempting to ram them through the thin panties. He was like some total stranger.

It was then she noticed he'd opened his pants. The shape of his large cock arching upwards gave Alice a thrilling sense of rapture. It was a beautiful prick to touch and caress. Her feelings only proved she was, at least, biologically normal.

Maybe, she thought, almost as if praying – with Frank, when he married her – maybe somehow God would lift the block that always stopped her.

How she wanted to touch his cock. How many times, in the bathroom, fingering herself in a mental state of anguished guilt had she thought about it?

Alice was bottled-up by what her brother had forced her to do one afternoon.

For only an instant Alice hesitated to passionately jerk on Frank's cock. First, her mind re-lived that moment when Bill had forced his prick into her mouth and kept it there until he released his cum. She'd never told anyone for the very same reason he'd been able to blackmail her into such a perverse sexual act of incest.

Alice was now panting, almost having an orgasm, her fingers locked tightly about Frank's cock, pumping faster and faster while at the same time her thoughts became tormented with sick memories of forced sex relations with her brother.

Bill had accidentally walked into the bathroom when she was vigorously thrusting three fingers into her tortured cunt, sexually at the peak of orgasm. She didn't even realize he was there until coming down from that climax. What followed was a scene Alice had managed to partly blot out of her mind. The shame of discovery, the fear of what people would say, what her parents would do, was her overwhelming emotional honor. Bill laughingly related how he'd detail every deliciously sexy thing she'd been doing, unless she cooperated with him. He knew his sister too well. And the bluff worked. Having seen her in such a lustfully naked state had aroused him. Bill was just the kind of male beast that didn't care who he fucked – a woman was just cunt to screw or a mouth to suck his prick. Even his sisters were nothing more or less. He'd openly admitted his desire to lay their mother. Thank God it would never happen. This was one perversion that poor lush didn't have.

The only thing Alice really remembered was the emotional shock and shame that made it possible for Bill to force her to give him a blowjob. After threatening her, he'd opened his pants to reveal the first erected cock she'd ever seen. Alice had to go on her knees before him. Bill gripped her head by his powerful hands, telling her what to do. She'd been forced to let him shove his hard prick into her mouth and then he slowly moved in and out between moist lips. He'd forced her to lick and suck him. His cock was held tightly buried in her, pulsing hot, the end thrust deep against her throat as it spurted large amounts of warm jizz repeatedly. It was impossible to keep that cum from trickling down her throat.

Oddly enough, Bill hadn't done anything other than force her to wash him clean. He'd never tried to have any form of sexual relations with her after that. Possibly because Dee was his counterpart and he directed his incest desires toward her. Alice's sister was a cooperative student. There wasn't anything she could do about the situation. But when Dee asked to move in her apartment, she felt there was a chance of changing the younger girl's moral attitudes. It was a hopeless situation. Alice was on the verge of giving up.

All these thoughts flashed through her mind while still aware of Frank's cock. She loved to feel his cum in her hands. His cock and his stimulation of her clit drove Alice into more frantic jerking on that thrillingly hard cock. It was pulsing, near climax.

Frank's voice was thick with passion when he said, "Alice, please… in the bedroom… please."

He wasn't the kind of man to plead for anything. The torture of that voice stabbed her. For a moment she was tempted.

Then her fingers slowly released his shaft. Dazed, sick at doing so, Alice forced him away from her, rearranging the skirt and upper part of the black gown so that it covered her shapely breasts.

"Maybe I'd better go home," she said in a startlingly cold voice.

Frank's face blanched and he leaped like a savage animal, throwing her bodily onto the floor, brutally ramming a knee between her thighs before they could close. "Goddamn! I…" His voice choked off, but the look in those wild eyes finished the statement.

For only an instant Alice felt a sense of emotional relief. If he raped her now, maybe the torment that had anguished her with guilt and fears would finally be over.

Alice knew, instinctively, this was the only way she'd ever be able to submit the first time – maybe even as a bride.

Then Frank's voice demanded in a low, emotionless tone, "Finish what you started or so help me I'll rape you!"

Alice felt relieved now. She was thankful that he wasn't going to rape her, yet disappointed that it wouldn't finally happen.

"Oh crap!" Frank cursed.

Without a word he stood up, zipped his slacks and walked out of the apartment.

An hour later Frank found himself sitting in a bar, half drunk. He didn't even remember having driven to the place, which he immediately recognized as a bar in Santa Monica.

Looking down at his drink, emotionally numb to the point where he just didn't care any more, he remembered Joanne's open offer.