Sam Davis - Hung up on incest

Alice was only vaguely aware of the fact that Frank had released her, and was lying on his back, her head lowered between his legs. Her mouth and tongue began kissing, caressing, wildly sucking on his limp cock.

"God, Alice!" Frank sounded from far away, the voice a meaningless sound to her suddenly passion-crazed mind.

She couldn't stop! She began licking lustfully over his groin, sucking his balls, and gliding up over his large, though not hard, cock, then swallowing on the head and shaft.

She continued without stop, uncontrolled. His meaty cock drove Alice to new fits of oral stimulation until it started to swell. Then, lifting and lowering on him so she was gliding up and down on his wonderful, thrilling shaft, Alice started moaning and sobbing in pleasure.

Without realizing it, she started shifting, turning, until she straddled Frank's face. Immediately he grabbed her hips.

When she felt a tongue slide lingeringly up against anguished cuntlips, Alice sucked frenziedly on the throbbing hot stick and cupped his balls with trembling fingers.

Frank's mouth touched her pussy, sucking the lips, tonguing between them, and then wriggling on the burning flesh.

She was now rubbing, caressing, frantically feeling Frank's quivering thighs. Her upper lip moved on his foreskin, tongue tickling the crown and tiny hole from which spouted the delicious tasting jizz.

It was as if nothing mattered other than drinking his cum.

Then climax shuddered through Alice as Frank churned between her thighs.

At the same moment his cock pulsed, jerking out liquid fire. She licked the cum, rolling the jizz like expensive wine, then gulping as more shot out of his cock.

Shuddering in climaxing pleasure, Alice gulped Frank's cock deeper as it released one last spasm of cum.

For a moment neither moved.

Slowly, coming out of the daze, Alice realized what had happened and its full implications.

"God," she moaned, pushing away from Frank, staring in honor at his limp, glistening cock, which the carnal side of her mind still wanted to lick .

"God!" she screamed, moving off the bed.

"Alice!" She started to rush from the room. "Alice!"

"God, I'm just like them! Just like them! Sick! Perverted!"

Leaving the living room, her eyes jerking from one subject to another, Alice dashed into the kitchen.

Not even Frank would marry a whore, she realized, desperately looking for a knife.

Frank sat up, slightly dazed by what had happened, overwhelmed by the lovemaking, still furious that Alice had held off so long. The bitch had cheated him for months.

Hearing the drawer opening in the kitchen, Frank leaped from the bed and rushed from the room.

Entering the kitchen, Frank came to a startled stop to discover Alice standing in front of the sink, holding a large knife in her hand.

Wild-eyed, she glared at him. "Don't come closer!"

"Alice, wait a minute," he managed in a level voice, calculated to sound as casual as possible in order to disarm any sudden move on her part.

Frank took a slow step forward. "Don't you think that's a little melodramatic?" he said, forcing a smile. "There's better ways than that, less bloody and painful, if you're so determined."

Alice's eyes lifted from the blade and met his, frowning, obviously startled by the words.

"Why don't we talk it over, first? I have some sleeping pills that would be a beautiful way to…"

"Oh, God, no!" Alice screamed, lifting the knife.

Frank leaped, grabbing at her armed wrist. His fingers wrapped about Alice's flesh, brutally twisting. "Drop it!" he yelled, slapping her face.

A scream sounded, followed by more.

It was a second before Frank realized they were distant cries, not coming from Alice's throat.

The knife clattered to the floor.

Alice just stood there, her face contorted in a deep, frightened frown, her ups half-parted. Then she started shaking.

Outside a muffled sound exploded like a huge log broken in two, followed by screams of horror.

Frank, oblivious to the noise, pulled Alice closer. She continued trembling, shivering, then started sobbing against his shoulder. It was like holding a terrified little child.

"Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me," Alice repeated.

The words were brutal hammers in Frank's brain. Painfully aware of her lovely naked form, it was hard to ignore the implications of what had happened a little while ago. He couldn't think intelligently. Love and hate blended.

He kept remembering the love he'd felt for Alice, but was still in shack from her statements and sexually sophisticated acts on his body. The conflicting elements caused him to sway between total forgiveness and furious, hurt anger.

Finally, Alice stopped shaking and her sobbing faded. Voices sounded outside, coming from several apartments at once.

Alice gazed up at Frank. There was an expression of fear and pleading in her brown eyes. Tears still ran down her beautiful cheeks and Frank wanted to brush them away with gentle love-kisses.

"Frank… can… you forgive me?"

The question was so soft, almost overpowered by yelling voices outside, that it was difficult to be sure if he'd merely read her lips.

For a moment, Frank didn't know what he should say, what he was supposed to forgive, for what reason. Then he remembered how for months she'd used, teased and tortured him.

"Why?" he asked in a tired, sick voice. "Why did you do it?"

"I couldn't help myself. I don't want to be like Dee and Bill and – God, Frank, try to understand… you don't know what's happened tonight and…"

What she might have said was left unfinished. Loud, frantic pounding came from the apartment door, then the bell started ringing.

Frank became aware of the voices, sobbing cries, then a siren.

"They have to be there!" a woman's voice announced from outside the door.

"Frank! Frank! Open up!" a man called.

"Yes?" Frank called, approaching the door.

"Something's happened!" the man's voice answered. "Is Alice there?"

"Yes!" Frank became suddenly aware of their nudity.

He glanced through the window to the patio and pool on the ground floor. Dozens of men and women, some stark naked, others dressed in bedclothes, were rushing aimlessly around, or talking excitedly in groups. Nobody seemed to note the nudity.

A voice he recognized as Connie's said, "Open up – hurry! Christ! Bill's bleeding to death."

Alice gasped in shock, coveting her face with clawed hands. Frank opened the door and saw Connie and several naked men standing there.

"What happened?"

They stood there, as if waiting for him to do something.

"Hurry!" Connie instructed.

A man stated, "It's pretty ugly, better not let her go!"

Alice pushed forward, moving in front of Frank, to follow Connie.

"Wait!" he exhaled, but she ignored him. "What is it?" Frank asked anybody willing to answer. Men in white suits were entering the courtyard, glancing in surprise at the naked men and women. A man motioned them to the second floor, pointing toward Connie's apartment.

A man said to Frank, "Bill… he – the damn fool! – used a razor on himself!"

Without a word, Frank rushed by Alice's side as she approached Connie's apartment.

"Don't. Better stay back," he said, grabbing her.

He drew her against him.

"Connie!" Frank yelled, as the woman started to enter her apartment. "Take Alice back to my place. Now!"

She looked uncertain, then came to theft side.

Just then another scream sounded, and Frank recognized it as Dee's voice.

The paramedics were rushing into the apartment. Somebody stepped put after that, followed by several others.

"I'm sick!" a woman yelled. Frank grabbed a man who started past him.

"What's happening?" Frank asked.