Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

The cum flushing out of his throbbing prick was swallowed by Connie's slurping lips. Then she started dragging the dildo lingeringly out as he sucked on wet flesh very near her cunt, his tongue wriggling deep.

Oh, mother, mother, he thought, this is wild!

Connie's expert handling of the dildo, moving it majestically in and out, was so stimulating that Bill's cock remained rigidly arched deep in her gulping throat.

He'd never experienced anything like this! Short of fucking his mother, this was certainly peat.

Connie's free hand started to palm, finger and caress his knotted balls.

It was like having three women at once.

Abruptly, Bill devised a way to reward Connie. Slipping his hands under her ass, he started probing between the soft cheeks. Connie immediately responded by lifting, causing her pussy to smother his face.

Connie's head was now slowly turning from side to side between his thighs, causing his cock to slide in and out of her soft lips.

Finding her asshole, he started inserting a finger. Connie cried in pleasure, even with her mouth filled with hard cock.

They were oblivious to all but their erotic world, each feeding on the other as if starved, yet lingeringly, slow. It was a tempo which would build to insane, explosive action during climax. But that, Bill realized, was going to be a very long time happening.

Being assaulted in three places at once made it impossible to determine which produced more pleasure. Bill loved eating big pussy. Connie was great at drinking a man's cock. The new experience of her skilled use of the dildo was just too much!

Bill finally got to the point where he would take mental turns focusing on the pleasure of each erotically stimulated area.

His tongue was furiously licking her big pussy, and his mouth sucking in rhythm to her pulsating lips.

The slow, grinding movement of her head kept working his cock in sensual circles in and out of that sucking mouth. She would hesitate now and then on the meaty crown to nibble, suck and lick, but all the time rotating from side to side in little, tiny movements. When his cock was drawn in deep, it seemed to touch the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls at such times. Her tongue lovingly caressed his pulsing cock.

The dildo kept its gliding movements with the same delicate, circular rhythm, heavenly delicious.

Bill thrashed at her pussy lips. Connie's thighs were soft, hot walls pressing against his cheeks. Her ass, responding to the fingers he gave it, added to the fun of feasting on her moist cunt. There was so much to eat in her generous cunt.

Then Bill realized he couldn't take any more without crapping or pissing or something.

The completely uncontrolled gulping on his prick announced that Connie was swallowing cum.

Then Bill had that terrifying fear of dying in total ecstasy.

The next thing he was conscious of was Connie's pussy resting just under his lips. How long they'd been sleeping, Bill couldn't tell. The only indication was that night had fallen. It must have been no later than five in the afternoon when that last orgasm knocked him cold.

They both knew the session was finished for the night. No man could possibly have continued longer without rest.

Yet Connie asked, "Mind if I stay?"

She patted the bed, then glanced at his cock.

"I'm bombed!" Bill admitted.

"Just after a little old sucking like we did? Aren't you man enough for a woman?"

Bill's face turned red, the muscles knotting up, then he relaxed when Connie laughed. "Don't ever say that to me, again!"

"I was kidding. You were great!"

"A little rest and I could fuck you all night, but I have some business to attend to, honey."

Having Connie around for the night might have proved highly exciting, but as an insurance salesman for a company in competition with his father's, many nights were blown in efforts to make a satisfactory living. Bill didn't need much money to support his habit of screwing as much pussy as possible.

While dressing he asked her how his cock felt in her mouth.

She answered the question with a delighted giggle.

"Your prick twitches all over and sure the hell is fun! Better than a stiff lifeless dildo!"

Dressing they talked about his reaction to her Greeking-style, which he admitted wanting another session.

"Any time, honey!" Connie offered, picking the dildo up and placing it between the swells of her naked breasts. "Whatever turns you on. Too bad you're hung-up on fagging. Much, so much better with a live cock jerking and spurting and wiggling in orgasm. Much better!"

Her eyes were gleaming. Pressing both breasts around the dildo, Connie added, "Bill, if I were you, I'd try it – you're all man! Nothing wrong there, honey."

Bill shrugged, though not ignoring the remark. The idea caused a sick tightening of his gut.

Glancing at Connie, he said, "Maybe someday, when we get an orgy crowd together… and I'm drunk enough." It was a lie that choked in Bill's throat.

Connie mocked him with a laugh. "I think you're afraid to try it!"

"Why would I be afraid?" he countered.

"Well, I've known some guys – call them bisexual, like me – who shout and scream how much they vomit at the mere sight of a fag… then they fuck another guy like they're queer as hell!"

Bill held back a shudder, saying, "God! They make me sick of the stomach! Swishing around like some prissy girl and…"

"Not all of them," Connie observed with a sly wink. She toyed with the dildo, fingering the top. "In an orgy scene, anything goes!"

"Not with me, it doesn't!" Bill blurted, then he quickly attempted to cover the blunder. "What would a guy be trying to prove?"

Connie studied the dildo thoughtfully, then looked into his eyes. "Nothing. Just that sex is fun! You dug my work in you. Think what a live cock might feel like! Twitching and coming!"

Again, Bill tried to control his disgust. Once a fag had made a pass at him at a bar. He'd smashed the bastard in the mouth. The very idea of being screwed by some fag made him shiver. "It's different when a woman's screwing me – like you did."

"Different," Connie agreed, lightly, "but not half as good! Believe me, I've done this to some guys who acted the same way you are, but later learned the truth."

"And what's that?" Bill impulsively asked.

"That depends. A couple turned out to be so hot about fagging they lost interest in girls. Other studs learned to come both ways with equal delight!"

This time Bill actually shuddered.

"What's wrong? Turn you on?" Connie laughed.

"You fucking cunt! I don't need that kind of stuff!" Bill started for the bedroom door.

"Sure, but maybe you're missing a great thing!"

"Your fake prick is good enough!" he countered, slamming the door.

"Maybe, maybe," she said.

Alice felt a wild sense of fear as Frank entered the apartment. The evening had been wonderful, up to this point. But after the last time in his apartment, she was worried something terrible might happen. Her fear was a mixture of her horniness and the thought that matters might be taken out of her hands.

Yet, Frank hadn't been nicer.

The room was still dark when he pulled her into his arms.

"God, I love you, Alice," Frank announced passionately.

The pressure of his body against hers warned the obvious. Frank already had a hard-on.

As Frank's lips parted hers, Alice submitted to the erotic invitation, thrilling as he probed deep. Her body arched hard against his, painfully aware of his large cock sticking up between them. If only they were married and this was their wedding night, she'd willingly fuck. At least, Alice was convinced of this. Then her tongue was probing his mouth.

The combination of drinks and a normal healthy sexual desire – perverted only by incest with Bill – mixed to make Alice totally submissive. Her thigh impulsively pressed between Frank's legs to feel his hard prick, and then rubbed against it.