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Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

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"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.

It would be cheating on Alice. But did she deserve any consideration?

Frank rationalized that all he'd do was talk, ask if she might be able to find a way to urge – or even force – Roger Compton into giving him a much-needed promotion. The manager's job was up for grabs and Frank knew he'd be able to handle the position – probably better than any other man working for the firm. That would certainly solve the problem of Alice's refusal to fuck; as his wife, she couldn't turn him down. He could live quite happily with that.

As Frank dialed Joanne's number, he knew the woman would lay him. He happily embraced the idea. She'd take the moral decision out of his hands.

So much for love!

CHAPTER TWO

The size of his extended cock thrusting out of his opened slacks sent a well-remembered shiver through Joanne Davis' spine. She felt the first tingling tease in her groin. The sensitive nerves of her full, red lips started to bum with a natural hunger for that meaty crown.

That was Joanne for you. She was always hungry for something.

When Frank had called from a bar, asking if she was free, the throaty reply inviting him over had wordlessly stated she was hot to be screwed.

What now startled Frank was he'd instantly forgotten all problems and frustrations about Alice and what had happened earlier. Time had leaped back three years. It was as if he'd never stopped his highly lustful affair with Joanne.

When he arrived, the minute the door closed, Joanne's voluptuous body clutched frantically to his. The deep, almost orgasm-giving kiss lasted long enough for Joanne's fingers to slip between their bodies. She brazenly pulled on his zipper. Moist lips sucked hard on his tongue, filling her mouth in the same manner she would hungrily gulp his prick like so many times before, her overwhelming hunger for a man's cock and balls now caused her feathery fingers to locate the only object she had ever worshipped with complete passion.

Unlike even over-sexed women, there was nothing subtle about Joanne once she'd broken down all the walls to intimacy with a man – which was usually the first lime out. Frank still remembered how she'd ripped his pants open and feasted passionately on his cock when they were parked outside her apartment during their first date.

"Oh, God, Frank, how I've wanted you like this for so long! You've always been the best!" Her thumb was circling lightly against his cock, her fingers gently squeezing rhythmically. Her swelling, firm breasts heaved in response to the quickly building passion impelling her towards lack of control. Those green eyes signaled that her pussy was screwing-hot.

But Joanne was much too oral.

The room was dimly lighted and the modem furnishing mere hard shadows. Low music, with a gently rocking Latin beat was only neutral background to the erotic caressing of impatient fingers worshipping Frank's pulsing cock.

"You're so fucking hard!" She almost laughed in girlish delight. "So thick, hot and beautifully long!"

Frank automatically slipped a hand down to where the red mini-skirt just covered her crotch. He knew what he would find under the material. His fingertips searched along the naked, moist line of her hot pussy. The lips felt wet enough to easily welcome the biggest cock in the world.

"Finger-fuck it!" Her eyes froze in open rapture on his hard cock. "Oh, screw me like this – dressed. Oh, that sounds delicious."

Then, her tongue running over full lips, she cried, "Crap, you're big. The biggest damned cocked-up fucking rock prick!"

Obviously, his cock was too much for Joanne. She always began licking her lips before sucking a man. Panting, breasts heaving, she shivered all over.

He was suddenly twitching in his own excitement as her gripping fingers raced along the straining pressure of his prick. Her caressing thumb played with the moist crown, which fired him to a point of erotic pain.

Joanne wanted to play out a slow tease, as if savoring the torture before finally devouring the wine of his cum.

Normally her mouth would now be stuffed with his throbbing cock.

Frank's finger entered the dewy place between the extended lips of her moist, sensually hot cunt, quickly pressing the swollen clit. He rapidly caressed it. Her instant, soft moan immediately announced the great pleasure this gave.

"My blouse," she almost sobbed, still playfully holding his arched shaft, which she fondled relentlessly. Her other hand slithered frantically into Frank's jocks, cupping his sensitive balls, first palming, then eagerly squeezing. Frank knew that in moments he might easily be covering those hands with a gushing cum.

He began lowering the open blouse from her soft, creamy shoulders, exposing cone-shaped big tits.

"Just rip…" She jerked away, sobbing, a gasp of lust coming from parted lips. He stood there crazed as she tore at the blouse with shaking hands. Then Joanne was down on her knees, arms embracing Frank's hips, mouth smothered against his red-hot cock, her tongue licking all its thrusting length.

Then her wet lips cupped the meaty head. Joanne was beyond control. It had always been like that when she had a cock in her mouth.

Moist, silken lips sucked violently on his throbbing cock. First she seemed content to merely devour the fleshy crown, licking the tip from which he would finally offer her willing throat its jizz.

She started gulping as if in a spastic fit. Then, with her head thrashing wildly, her lips clamped tight, becoming a velvet-moistened vice locked around his prick. She was all but chewing on it in an effort to stuff her throat with its bulk.

Her head movement caused his cock to slide wildly in and out of the slippery cushions of those commanding lips.

He was almost certain he'd come when Joanne gulped greedily, swallowing his shaft even deeper. Her silky mouth was now firmly walled against Frank's cock. Keeping him pressed against her throat, she began to suck him harder. They were almost violent tugs on his flesh, the pleasure accented by her wet tongue rhythmically licking the foreskin. Almost slurping, gurgling sounds counter pointed the frenzied action of that oral embrace. Near orgasm, Joanne was desperately attempting to suck the juices from Frank's hard, meaty cock, which cruelly held back the drink she now needed so desperately.

Joanne was at a peak of orgasm, body tense, breasts shivering when she felt the swift, bulging swell thickening his cock. It was time to give her the cum she craved.

Then he felt the flowing river of liquid fire spurting down his cock. The spasms of orgasm moved him violently in her mouth. His hot cunt was shooting in pulsating spurts against the back of her throat, and she gulped it down in ecstatic pleasure.

Joanne shuddered in responsive rapture to swallowing his jism.

Only after several minutes was Joanne able to move. Her lips slowly glided back along the still-erect cock, which she nipped and gently sucked upon when reaching the lip. Her tongue licked lovingly on it, wanting to discover more of the delicious cum; as if fearful she'd be cheated of even one drop.

After a moment, puffing with content, Joanne's lips released him.

"Frank," Joanne's voice whispered weakly as she stood, "I almost pissed, so help me!" They held one another in a loving tender embrace before she stepped away. A trembling hand urged him towards the bedroom, in which a large, dominating king size bed, sheets drawn back, seemed to invite more wild screwing.

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