Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

"Why not?" Dee inquired, suddenly worried that her sister might guess the truth. Then to throw her off, Dee added, "Think I had me a couple of hot pricks fucking around my pussy?"

"God, Dee, how can you talk like that?" Alice exclaimed, slapping her purse on the floor.

"So. What if I had?" Dee inquired, now self-confident.

Alice stood, frowning, her short black hair framing a serious, but sensual face. The face of a virgin, disapproving the very concept of sex.

"What would you do?" Dee demanded, sitting up, letting the blankets fall, exposing her breasts.

"You're naked!" Alice observed in a cold voice, her brown eyes narrowing.

Dee laughed, letting it sound light, casual. "Come on, Alice. You wouldn't believe me if I said there was a big, hot Latin stud and a huge, juicy black prick banging around my pussy all afternoon. So don't look so shocked!"

"You're disgusting!" Alice smirked. "You shouldn't even talk that way."

"Why not? I've seen some of the real juicy books you read!"

Alice turned away, flushed with embarrassment.

"You're too young to read…"

"You must be kidding! Most girls my age are experienced women! Anybody your age is sick if she hasn't been screwed half a dozen times by a…"

"God, Dee! I won't let you talk that way!" Alice shouted.

"Kick me out? I know you better, Alice. You let me move in because maybe I'd change my ways and become a prude like you. Well…" Dee let the words fade, stopping a sudden burst of insults. Shrugging, she lied, "I've been trying to be the way you want."

Alice now began to smile.

"I know. Sorry. It was a bad day at the office. A lot of typing and things."

Dee couldn't help saying, while getting out of bed, turning in such a way so her pussy was bidden from Alice's view, "But, just for kicks, what would you do if I'd had a man up here?"

"Spank your bottom!" Alice announced as Dee rushed past, heading for the bathroom.

"You wouldn't dare! You're not responsible, anyway!" Dee fired back over her shoulder.

"Maybe not. But don't let me catch you!"

Dee washed so there wouldn't be any evidence of the two men's come to suggest what had actually happened. When she left the bathroom, Alice was in the kitchen fixing dinner.

Still irritated, Dee joined her sister and started to set the table. She asked casually, "How're things with you and Frank?"

"Fine," Alice answered in a guarded, voice while turning hamburgers over in the skillet.

"Have you let him do it to you, yet?"

"God, Dee, what business is it of yours?"

"Just wondering. He's great, you know."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Alice's face contorted into a grim frown as she placed food on dishes.

"Of course you do. I met him first and know what he's like."

"I don't want to hear anything about it," Alice said. "What Frank did before we started dating is one thing… I'm not interested in the details. And what happens between us isn't anybody's business. So, just drop the subject!"

They ate in cold silence, though Dee found it amusing that she probably knew more about Frank than Alice did. There was little doubt in her mind that he hadn't screwed Alice. She felt sorry for Frank, but that was his sad bag. When he got fired of waiting, she'd willingly let him screw her pussy any time.

Connie laughingly sucked on the long dildo and squeezed on Bill Compton's thickening cock.

"You Greek yourself with that fucking thing?" Bill asked. His slender, but firm naked body was on its side and he stared at Connie's voluptuous tits.

They had been resting for some while, talking about sex, and Bill found Connie's lesbian adventuring quite interesting. That's how she happened to take the huge dildo from her purse.

"Always carry it around, just in case," she explained.

Bill laughed when she started frenching the thing. "How can you do it… when there's a real cock right here?"

Connie shrugged, looking down at him. "I like all kinds of kicks! Nothing's out!"

"I draw lines," Bill stated, realizing they were fairly narrow. Short of fagging, he'd do anything. The idea of letting a man Greek him, or blowing a cock always sent Bill into fits of nausea. Once he'd had a fight with Alice, who said that anybody who wanted to be a motherfucker was a queer. They'd really yelled at one another. Alice claimed that boys who were too close to their mother were fags. He countered with yelling that she was nothing but an intellectual prude-virgin.

His eyes focused on the dildo. It was even colored like a man's hard, arched prick, with rubbery material surrounding the top, realistically imitating the crown of a man's cock. It even had a retractable foreskin.

Realizing Connie hadn't answered his question, he repeated, "Get a Greek-job with a thing like that?"

"Of course," Connie announced after drawing the dildo in and out of her mouth, exactly the same sensual way she did with a real cock. She teased him. The woman squeezed his prick, which was now hard.

"Wanna suck it?" she offered, tugging deliciously on his prick.

"Shit, no! Pm not a fag!" he cried in horror. "Give me cunt any time of day, I'll screw it off!"

"A woman screws a man's cock off, honey! You got it all backwards. Knew a fag that said that, though – but he really did screw cocks with his ass-hole."

"Crap, I'd die!"

"Maybe in orgasm?" she teased.

"I said I'm not a gagging queer. They make me sick!"

"The only thing you aren't! Maybe you missing something." She licked the dildo, looking around his bedroom at the travel posters. "I gotta get some of those."

"I'm not missing anything!" Bill snapped, while cupping one of Connie's tits. It was soft and warm, the nipple a big, tight point against his palm. He circled on it.

"Wanna try something wild?" Connie asked, a bright expression of excitement in those exotic hazel eyes.

Bill was staring at her pussy, the brown hairs curling around her cuntlips. She sure the hell was ready to have one stuck up that hole!

"What?" Bill inquired, running a finger into her warm snatch, which closed about it.

"You french my cunt, I'll Greek you with this – that wouldn't be fagging… I'm a girl, obviously?"

"How the hell could you – we do that?" Bill inquired, glancing up at her pretty, sexually enraptured face.

"Easy, straddle me like a sixty-nine! I'll give you something you've never had before! Believe me with one up your ass and that pink pecker in my mouth, you'd go sick with fucking comes!"

The idea struck Bill as not only funny, but erotically wild. She was right, it wasn't fagging if a woman's hands were poking his ass with a dildo. It was certainly something different!

Bill was already straddling her and the instant his cock was within reach she mouthed the soft crown, tongue-teasing it.

Her hands parted his ass-cheeks, then stroked his asshole. A quick titillating charge shivered through his frame. Already Connie was arched up under his open mouth.

Connie liked to be brutally cunt-sucked, almost sadistically hard. Bill immediately began gripping her pussy lips as she voluptuously sucked on his cock. Her moist tongue licked faster and faster against Bill's staff as the dildo's padded point was pressed against his asshole.

Connie's lips slowly dragged in more of his erection, her tongue continuing to move rapidly on its flesh.

He could hear heavy breathing as his lips pulled ferociously on her damp puss lips, wanting to drag out the clit with his licking tongue. Connie had the largest damn cuntlips he ever frenched. A big, juicy mouthful.

He felt her begin to insert the dildo in his ass. His muscles clenched. The voluptuous, quick, pulsing action of her sucking lips feasting on his arched cock mixed with the slowly penetrating dildo caused Bill to come. At the same time he was thinking of his mother and that was enough in itself to produce an orgasm.