Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

Her eyes clung to Bill's groin, then she reached out to touch him. "Can it go?"

"Try."

Her black flesh was flawless and erotically beautiful.

"Something different?" Paula inquired.

"You're as bad as Dee." Bill longed to have her blow him.

"Hardly, a little more experienced," Paula announced standing.

She was a little taller than Bill and, as they embraced, Paula's right leg lifted. He slipped a hand under it.

As their mouths closed in a tongue-kiss, Bill felt her pussy hairs slowly rubbing over his stomach, touching his almost erect cock.

The way Paula kissed, it seemed as if her greatest desire was to suck a man's tongue out. Those huge, cushiony lips thrilled him.

Bill was rock-hard when their kiss broke. They were breathing hard and Paula's hand was starting to glide his cock into her, when a woman's voice said, "Why can't we do something really wild!"

Immediately Paula released Bill's cock, and pulled away from him. "What? Daisy chain?" she asked.

There were several agreeable sounds in answer. Dee cried, "Say that would be great!"

Connie laughed. "I have the best idea – bisexual chain."

"Hell," Bill muttered, grabbing Paula's hand, urging her away. They were in the hall when she stopped him. "Come on," he pleaded, pressing his hand against her hairy pussy. Paula's eyes were bright, looking over his shoulder at the others in the living room.

"I dig you!" he said, inserting a finger into her cunt.

Paula brushed his hand away with an angry movement.

"Sure, but that sounds interesting." Furious, Bill said, "Let's do a sixty-nine!" He was desperate to have her large lips cupping over his cock. It would be a real wild experience. But he was horrified by the idea of a bisexual daisy chain.

"Little boy, I can suck any time I want!" Paula looked down at his limp shaft. "You ain't even hard."

"It'll get big as hell in your mouth!" he promised, almost trembling with desire and fear. Her fingers flicked the tip of Bill's shaft.

"Honey, some other time."

When Paula started to move around him. Bill blocked her. "I don't dig the fagging scene."

"What's wrong, afraid you might like it? What's the difference between a woman's mouth and a man's?" she taunted, grinning.

"Shit!" Bill cursed. "Fuck you!"

"Later… maybe, if you're man enough!" Dee cried out in pleasure.

"Count me out!" a man said.

It sounded like Ray. "Come on, don't be a fag!" Connie laughed.

"That's just it, I'm not!"

Connie called to Bill, "How about it… maybe something more wild? Just blow out the last of the lights, and grab… get on the floor and have sex happening? How about it, kids?"

There was a mutter of agreement and one hesitant, "Okay."

"Great!" Dee cried.

Bill's brain was a little fuzzy from the exchange with Paula. God, he wanted her black body. He reached for her pussy, fingering it, but the woman pushed him away.

"Just wait… I like the idea of lights out!" she said.

Somebody turned on rock music, blaring loud, then the curtains were pulled over the closed shades, and the room was dark.

"Okay, everybody just grab at it!" a voice invited. It sounded like Connie, but Bill wasn't sure.

He reached out and felt Paula's perfectly shaped fanny.

Then that melted away. Like a blind man, he moved toward the center of the room and found a body, which turned to embrace him. Their lips met before Bill felt a cock pressing on his.

Both shoved back. Neither made a sound. A strange, sick sensation rushed through Bill as he grabbed blindly and came in contact with a tit. It was impossible to tell whose. It didn't matter.

Then everybody was lowering to the floor, groping hands reaching out, finding naked, hot flesh.

"Gee!" somebody cried.

A moan sounded, followed in the opposite direction by heavy, fast panting.

A male voice shouted in pleasure. Bill had found parted thighs and was about to lower between them when hands grabbed his cock, caressing, tugging on it, making it quickly hard. He buried his face into a pussy he'd been ready to fuck and worked his tongue up along a flat stomach.

When he came to a nipple, it hardened. Sensual hands were still using his prick with delicious care.

Breasts lifted. Then the sound of feasting lips announced that the woman had a hard in her mouth.

Crap, Bill thought, rolling away and reaching for the form caressing his cock.

As he did so, his ass nudged a muscular thigh. A quick spasm jerked through Bill's cock.

Desperately he reached out and found a pussy. His finger thrust into the moist hole that sucked him in.

The hands, which had been lovingly working on his cock, slid away and were replaced by sucking lips, but they released their hold. A moment later he felt soft, feminine flesh slide on top of his body. Then he began frenching the woman's mouth. They rolled over, until he was topping her. Those lips felt like Paula's.

Thighs wrapped about Bill's body as eager pussy lifted to rub flush against his hard cock.

Bracing himself, Bill let the woman lead, bugged by the fact it was almost impossible to be sure who she was. If it was Paula.

The hairs of her pussy moved jinglingly under his cock, the hot, moist flesh of extended cuntlips thrillingly caressing him. Then suddenly he felt a hot cunt, wet and wigging on his cock. The legs wrapped about Bill's body remained relaxed, silently instructing him to wait before shoving in.

The woman circled sensually on the top of his prick, working its thick flesh around and around the entrance to that inviting sheath. She moaned. His hand touched her hair, and he knew it wasn't Paula.

Somebody shouted, "Oh, piss!" Another laughed.

A couple almost touching Bill and the woman he was all but screwing made wild, lustful sounds.

The sounds and odor of sex all around were driving Bill beyond control. The woman's legs started tensing. It wouldn't be long before she arched up.

The woman's arms flew about him as her legs locked tight. He shoved deep into a creamy, smooth, hot pussy, which pressed about the cock invading the heavenly hole.

When Bill tried to withdraw to make another penetration, the woman gripped him like a vise, her big tits smashing to his chest, pumping.

"It's good," she whispered. "So, so good!"

Grinning, Bill realized it was one of the girls who had crashed the party.

Names didn't matter under these circumstances. She was hot pussy to fuck, nothing more.

The walls of the woman's cunt seemed to contract and relax about his cock. It was something he'd never experienced in quite the same way before. Immediately he realized it must be one of the friends Paula had brought. He pictured the heavy-breasted, Latin stripper.

"I'll come!" he warned.

"No… no you won't!" the woman pleaded.

Her legs released slightly and he lifted part way out while her cunt continued its rhythmic contractions. It was like being held by fingers and at the same time embraced in hot cunt.

The woman's legs tightened, drawing him quickly into the skilled cock-sheath.

"Good, so good," she murmured. Then all at once her legs relaxed about his waist, giving freedom to jerk in and out of her gripping pussy.

But the woman, commanded the movement. She managed nicely timed little circles on his shaft as her cunt kept up the rapid squeezing.

Then, all at once, Bill's cock began rippling in a series of spasms. The woman groaned and surged up, her legs gripping him and her hips almost vibrating with such skill that Bill's orgasmic spasms continued even after having emptied himself into the moist, sucking hole.

The woman slowly relaxed, seeming to melt away. As he withdrew, the end of Bill's cock was arching with sensitive pain.

Bill's was bathed in sweat, his muscles shaking in the exhaustion of his climax. The woman had been wild. Bill sat on the floor, listening to the moaning, sobbing voices, the smacking of bodies hitting together. It was some time before somebody turned on the lights. He was still sitting there, legs stretched out, limp cock dangling, and his body beginning to regain some of its strength.