Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

Only one couple was still at it, locked in a sixty-nine position. It was Paula and Ray. As the man suddenly came, her throat contracted in quick, gulping spasms. When Ray lifted out, he fell face down on the floor. Paula sat up and stared around her.

Everybody else was in a state of half-consciousness, lying in awkward positions on the floor.

Paula's eyes met Bill's and a slow smile formed on her large, glistening dark lips.

It was an open invitation.

"Didn't he give you enough?" Bill inquired, unnerved by the desire to have her blow him or his doubts about his ability to respond.

A delirious expression shivered over Paula's face. "I can always swallow more – if you're man enough!"

The challenge was enough to spark Bill's pride. He looked forward to the experience of being sucked by her thick, black lips.

Standing, he swayed, then walked toward Paula, who lay back down on the floor, submissively waiting.

"You sure that prick has enough juice to make it good?" Paula asked as he straddled her black face.

"If you're any good!" Bill countered, leaning over the woman's wide hips.

"I'm good," she announced, her hands slipping along his thighs. She embraced Bill's ass, drawing him down. Then her large, padded lips folded about the end of his cock. They were the most sensually erotic, moist cushions he'd ever felt. Then Bill's mouth opened over her darkly matted pussy, his tongue touching the curly hairs.

Frank had gone out for dinner and cocktails after learning that Alice wasn't home. He'd felt guilty about having Joanne for a second time, yet the experience had been sexually rewarding.

He was just a little high upon returning to the apartment; it was almost [missing text] when he poured himself a whiskey highball. Going to the living room, Frank picked up the phone and dialed Alice's number. When there wasn't any answer, he went to the television to watch a talk show.

Frank's mind wandered, hardly paying attention to the program. While smoking several cigarettes and finishing the drink, he thought about the past few months, especially the last couple of weeks.

Running through the events over and over again, Frank realized it was impossible to continue playing the game Alice's way. Though this wasn't his first experience with a romantic affair, he'd always been able, in the past, to satisfy his basic sex hungers with the woman involved, but Alice was a totally new experience. Frank wondered how their relationship might have turned out if Alice had been like other women he'd dated.

Frank went into the kitchen to pour another drink.

"Damn Alice," he cursed at the wall, feeling far more frustrated than before Joanne had re-entered the scene.

Gulping the liquor straight, Frank slammed the glass on the sink and gazed at the half-empty bottle of whiskey. His throat burned from the liquor. But it was nothing compared to the anguish tormenting Frank's mind.

Refilling the glass, he returned to the living room, determined to get stoned.

"Where the hell is Alice, anyway!" he shouted at the television, as if expecting it to answer.

"Goddamn bitch!"

Frank lighted a cigarette, sucked in a long, deep puff and slowly blew smoke at the ceiling, studying its twirling patterns. He wondered if it was worth waiting until a promotion that might take weeks in coming, if ever. Perhaps, Frank thought, it would be better to talk to Roger Compton; lay the cards bare; make an honest pitch.

"And be told," Frank grinned in perverse amusement, "I can go to hell!"

The Comptons were a sick scene, and he'd been a damn fool getting emotionally involved with one of them. At least he'd have been better off picking Dee.

That, Frank admitted, would be a nowhere street. Dee wanted to be groovy and flaunt her pussy around at all the young studs. In a few years she might settle down and consider a serious relationship with a man. Not yet.

Frank was taking a strong swallow on the drink when he heard footsteps stopping outside the front door.

A timid knock sounded. Frank moved towards the door, not in the mood for social conversation.

"Yes?" he called, hand on the doorknob.

Alice's voice sounded strained and frantic as she spoke. "Please… please let me in."

He flung the door open, a sense of emotional relief overtaking him.

Blindly, Frank pulled her form close, while pushing the door shut.

"Oh, Frank, Frank," Alice sobbed, then covered his lips, her mouth open, her tongue urgently seeking entrance.

It wasn't until then that Frank realized that Alice was naked. He began sucking passionately on her tongue, his hands exploring her back, feeling the molded swells of her soft ass, and then moving up along the spine.

Alice's breasts felt wildly delightful. Her hips were surging hard on his, and the bulge of a quick-building erection worked its way under the slacks and shorts.

Suddenly, Frank grabbed her shoulders forced them back. Her cheeks were streaming with team. But there was something in the wild expression in her deep brown eyes that was frightening.

"What's wrong?" Frank demanded, clutching savagely on Alice's shoulders.

Her lips formed a pout, sensually shaped kiss. Frank's erect cock jerked with hot need.

"You ye been wanting me," Alice stated in a shaking voice. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Her hands parted the robe, revealing her beautifully shaped hips, her pussy thrusting forward in an obvious state of arousal, its lips parted and glistening.

"Alice!" Frank choked, gazing into her almost glassy eyes, aware that she was either drunk or worse.

Still, his cock announced his reaction to the woman's wanton display of sexuality.

"Oh, come on, Frank," Alice taunted, her fingers touching his belt. As she started unbuckling it, talking, Frank stood there in a helpless daze. "Ever since you met me you've wanted to fuck. So what if we aren't mated? That won't make any difference. We know that! Come on, relax!"

His pants were opened and Alice began to fondle his hurting cock sticking boldly from them.

"Oh, that's so sexy and big!" she exclaimed, moving a finger in circles around the cock's crown. "It makes a girl very hungry and hot. See, how hot I am?"

Alice placed his hand on her moist pussy, which throbbed against his palm and fingers.

Frank couldn't believe what was happening or that such words came out of her innocent lips. Unlike Joanne, who used such statements to charge the sex play, Alice sounded sickly perverted saying them.

Angrily, Frank withdrew his hand and stepped back.

"What's wrong?" Alice inquired in a light, airy voice, moving forward.

Frank had to back away and couldn't help being aware of their oddly reversed roles. It was almost like some upside down dream. He tried to speak, but couldn't utter anything.

"Are you afraid of me?" Alice wanted to know, still advancing as he backed away in shock, his cock lifted into a hard, tight knot of aching pain.

"You're so – big! I've wanted it in me for weeks. Why haven't you fucked me? Why? What's wrong with you? Don't you know I've always wanted you to fuck me with your prick? Goddamn you! This is where you shove it deep!" Alice almost poked her fingers into her pussy. "That's where! Don't you want my cunt?"

Frank was now leaning against the wall. He was partly horrified with disgust and partly dying to throw Alice on the floor and rape the hell out of her wantonly offered body.

"Or maybe I should suck your cock first. Is that the way you like it best? Or a sixty-nine?" Alice was now standing inches from him, hands momentarily at her side, her breasts heaving, the nipples hard points around the pink areola.

A muscular spasm jerked through his cock. Alice's glazed eyes didn't miss that.