Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

Then Bill's face buried into her pussy, thrashing, his tongue licking its flesh.

Paula's mouth glided along his shaft, taking in more and more, then it slid down, a moist, warm vise of padded flesh surrounding the still only half-erected cock.

Mother fucking good! Bill thought, continuing to work his tongue against the arching pussy. His lips jerked back and forth on those damp lips.

Her tongue caressed Bill's foreskin. Her lips sucked deeply on him and she nipped on the still soft cock.

"Get hard, damn you!" Bill cursed. Paula swallowed more sex-meat and Bill discovered the woman had a huge mouth, capable of swallowing all the shaft. Her tongue reached out to touch his balls, then withdrew. She began sucking in quick contractions.

Bill heard a voice from the doorway. A woman laughed.

"Say that's pretty good!" a man observed in an amused voice.

"She's great at sucking cock!" another male announced.

Bill looked up to see the room was filling with the other people from the party.

God, my cock has to get hard! he thought. Paula's mouth lowered on him, pinching and sucking the crown. She licked in circles around it, poked against its tiny hole, and then gulped him deeper.

His cock began to grow larger, but hardly like a rigid pole. As her lips caressed down Bill's prick, she began to play sensually with his balls, pinching expertly, rubbing, squeezing, and then folding about them as she sucked long and hard on his cock, which twitched only slightly. His flesh was hurting and tortured by the woman's sensitive mouth, yet his prick wouldn't swell hard, even after minutes of prolonged sucking, even when he felt the back of her throat.

"How's it going?" a woman asked.

Paula was circling her thick lips on the end of his meat. She released him and said, "The boy isn't responding. Somebody help! I'm… exhausting myself!"

Bill let his teeth sink lightly on her pussy. She yelled and nibbled his cock.

"Don't do that!" Paula warned. Then she folded her cock-hungry mouth around his meaty head, squeezing and sucking on it.

Somebody laughed. "Why don't you help him?"

Connie's suggested, "No… I have a better idea!" It sounded like she whispered something. Then a runt of amusement followed.

Bill was smothered against Paula's wet pussy, her legs entwined about his head, locking it in place.

Another form pressed on the bed. Bill could sense it moving up behind Paula's head.

"Oh, great!" she cried, releasing him.

"Keep sucking!" Connie instructed in a throaty voice. The legs clamped tighter about Bill's head and he continued lapping and licking her snatch.

Then hands grabbed his hips. Something touched Bill's balls and it was impossible to tell what at first.

Paula continued mouthing his cock, tonguing it with voluptuous skill.

Locked against the woman's pussy, feeling the tired exhaustion of hours screwing around women's sex-flesh, Bill hardly had the strength to do more than suck and tongue Paula. Even her beautiful, sensual blowjob wasn't enough to create a rigid hard.

He was half-dazed now, near exhaustion, mentally off balance, screaming at his cock to get stiff.

Bill was now merely panting against the hot cunt under his mouth.

An erotic wave trilled him as continued, sensual poking of his balls created a new surge of excitement.

Yet he sensed something repulsive, but he ignored the warning signals. All he wanted was to get stiff in Paula's black mouth. Hands parted his fanny cheeks and a finger searched and then found his asshole, forcing itself in, wriggling.

Whatever was touching his balls – coupled with the anal situation and sucking lips – combined to send another surge of erotic energy through him.

God, he thought, thankfully, my cock's getting hard! Paula's lips were rotating on the end of his stiffening cock, tonguing the tip, then the foreskin as she sucked in more meat.

When his cock jerked in a muscular contraction, Paula's lips dragged Bill's shaft into that large oral cavity, pressing the head against the back of her mouth.

He was hardly aware of fingers slipping out of his asshole, or the form starting to mount him. Bill was beyond realizing anything other than the thickness of his cock in Paula's mouth, too pleased about what was happening in front of all the others.

Bill was shocked when a hard, meaty hot cock pressed between the cheeks of his ass. The warmth and movement of live flesh proved beyond doubt it wasn't a dildo, like Connie had used on him.

Then the hard prick, padded at the end, probed for his asshole, found it, and then worked itself slowly in his hole like a dildo.

Bill know what had been poking so thrillingly at his balls. He also knew what had made it possible to get an erection.

Sick with nausea, he tried to concentrate on Paula's sucking lips, but they felt meaningless and distant. Nausea clutched his gut.

The long, bulky shape of a man's cock slid suddenly deep into his bowels. Bill screamed in anguish at the pleasure it produced. The sound was muffled against Paula's pussy, which he'd been totally ignoring for some time.

The thick prick moving in his tight asshole was simply too much. It felt better than the dildo Connie had used. The thing was alive, pulsing. Blood-hot. Better than even what Paula was doing to his cock with her big lips.

"God! Oh, crap!" Bill cursed into Paula's pussy, tensing all over from the voluptuous pleasure the alien cock was giving as it started sliding roughly in and out. Strong, thick hands held his hips for support.

Laughter, mixed with chuckling and vulgar comments surrounded Bill, but he knew nothing but the thrilling ecstasy of the damned cock gliding at his ass, in and out with powerful, well-timed strokes.

Suddenly, Bill realized that Paula wasn't using her mouth on him.

Sick with the realization he was getting all this wonderful pleasure from fagging screw-job, Bill wanted to vomit in her pussy. He wanted to kill or die.

But the gasps that sank deeper and deeper into his throat with each penetration, the rapidly building power of climax that rushed blood through his body, told the blunt truth.

The man's prick had given Bill the erection, not Paula's beautiful, perfected blowjob. He'd been too fagged to respond to normal sex-play. But a man's cock was proving more thrilling than anything he'd ever experienced.

Then, all at once, the hard, meaty prick shoved deeper and muscular spasms worked through the hard cock in his ass. Bill wasn't sure if he merely imagined the cum spurting from it.

His own bulging cock jerked, then lips gulped around it as cum shot out, so voluptuously that he wasn't even aware of the prick jerking in his ass. Bill thought he'd die with the climax. Blood rushed to his head with such force that he almost passed out in the final spasm of pleasure.

Paula's legs released him. Bill rolled over, away from her, doubling up, sick, almost vomiting. The screwing cock had made him come, not Paula's mouth.

Falling to his stomach, holding back sick, sobbing sounds, choking on them, Bill tried to ignore the fact that others had seen what took place. They could hardly be stupid enough not to understand what was going on.

"God, oh, Mother!" Bill screamed and leaped from the bed, running towards the bathroom.

A shocked silence surrounded hint Bill slammed and locked the door.

Vomit exploded, splattering against the wail. When the spasms stopped, he gasped for breath, then turned to look at the medicine cabinet. Connie kept a razor for shaving her legs and loaning to male lovers who happened to spend the night.

Dee's voice sounded beyond the door, as he flung open the cabinet.

"Bill! Bill, are you all right?" she cried, pounding on the door.

"Let us in!" Connie yelled.

"We'll bust it open!" a man's voice warned.