Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

Suddenly, she was lifted in strong arms. Half-dazed and in a state of confusion, Alice was carried into the bedroom. She was hesitant, fearful it wouldn't stop at erotic petting.

Frank lowered Alice onto the double bed. After what seemed a very long time, gentle hands started caressing her, fingers unlatched the dress and she lifted in quick cooperation, trembling with need. Her sexual fire burned raw, even while flooded with doubt that Frank might demand intercourse.

Frank undid her bra and started fondling her tits and the nipples responded, tightening. Alice's hips arched up as he worked the panties off her writhing hips, his fingers lightly brushing across her hurting pussy lips. As Frank pulled the flimsy panties over Alice's thighs, and then off her long, tapering legs, his other hand glided up to her warm cunt. One finger entered gently as the others started caressing the terribly hurting cuntlips.

"Oh, Frank," Alice gasped, eagerly reaching out as he slid down next to her. A naked, muscular male form covered her. She murmured passionately, "Let me love you!" This was like so many times before. How could she have doubted him? Gentle, exciting, but always stopping short of fucking.

Alice's fingers touched the erect cock between Frank's thighs which lifted upwards, warm and responsive to sensual caressing. She knew how to be very skillful stimulating a cock with her hands.

Frank was the only man she loved touching this way. Someday she'd completely possess his cock as a woman should. He was so large, thick and hot.

Her fingers played along the wonderful length of his silky cock, touching the meaty head, caressing the tip.

Then, suddenly, Frank was sucking her breasts, moving from one to the other, ravishing the nipples with his tongue, all the time caressing her pussy.

"Frank, Frank!" she moaned in erotic pleasure, almost near orgasm. Her hips writhed, pressed up under his wantonly insistent hand.

Then Frank moved and his hard cock slipped away from Alice's fingers.

She started to cry out, wanting to grip the shaft to caress it to a come.

Frank's hands grabbed her thighs, thrusting them brutally, forcefully apart. His thick cock slid down between her pussy lips – to find its way against the burning entrance to her cunt.

Shock numbed Alice.

"No!"

Furiously her hands shoved against Frank's chest in an attempt to push him away. Her thighs tried to close, but that body was a bulky shape held heavily between them.

"Frank!" she yelled, "Don't!"

The meaty head of that cock was almost penetrating into her pussy.

"Christ!" his voice hissed in anguish. Alice was almost tempted to arch up and let him enter the heated sheath he wanted.

Neither moved for a moment, then slowly Frank moved away. He sat on the bed, next to her, saying nothing.

Alice's mind was screaming with a mixture of torments. She'd been so near coming, so near submitting. Shock faded and was replaced by uncontrolled trembling. Tears ran down her soft, creamy cheeks. She thanked God it was too dark for Frank to see.

"Damn it!" Frank cursed almost in a whisper.

Anger, pain and fury was in those soft words. Then he gabbed her, forcing Alice's body around, and then pressed close. She felt a large, erect cock.

"Don't, Frank! Don't!" Alice warned in a cold, frightened voice. "Please!"

"What do you think I am? I'm human. I can't take this kind of punishment! It's too damn much!" But Frank had already slid away. He stood a foot from the bed.

"Then don't drive us that far again!" Alice cried, still trembling. "Please. I do want you. But at the tight time. Try to understand. It's difficult for me… I want you. I truly want you!"

"Shit!"

"Please, Frank. It's hard on me, too!" she managed, not moving.

"Hard, crap! What the hell's wrong with…"

"Nothing!" The word came out like ice. Silence followed, then he started gathering his clothing.

"Frank, where are you going?"

"Out to get screwed!"

Alice sat up on that statement. She watched as his shadowy form started dressing.

"Frank, I love you, honestly. I want you, too. Please, try to understand."

"Sure… understand! Understand everything! When will you grow up, Alice?"

"I can't help how I feel. I'm sorry."

"Sure, you're fucking sorry."

"You don't have to talk that way."

"Christ, Alice, what do you expect?"

"I don't know. But let's not try anything like that again until we're married. Please, if you really love me… it won't be that long." She hated the words.

"Well, Frank? Don't you think it would be better for both of us to just… keep it to good-night kisses?"

Alice's mind fought the words, forcing them out. Her nerves and body wanted sex-relief. She'd finger herself to climax after he left. A thought formed: Why doesn't he just rape me! Then it faded.

"Okay, okay!" Frank snapped, angrily. "So, good-night kisses! Keep it cool! If that's what you want!"

She almost answered, but her attention was elsewhere.

Alice was slightly shocked to discover she had a finger touching her pussy.

Embarrassed, she withdrew it from that anguished place.

As Frank finished dressing, he turned, and in the darkness it was impossible to see his expression.

"Okay, Alice. Have it that way. Maybe you're right. I love you… enough to try. Goodnight kisses. But, not right now. Consider yourself kissed."

The strange sound of his voice sent a chill of fear through Alice. Had she gone too far, cooled it too much? What if he went to another woman? Alice started getting up from the bed, willing to throw herself at Frank – anything was better than thinking of his cock screwing another woman. The sound of the front door slamming shut brought her to a full stop.

For an icy moment. Alice stood in the middle of the bedroom, tormented beyond rational thought. She decided to get damned drunk – this wasn't the time to try to think.

Some time later, she was lying on the bed, her hands between her thighs.

The large amount of booze she'd consumed was now affecting her.

Thank God, Dee is out, she thought, starting to caress her moist pussy lips, lingeringly at first, then more and more vigorously, as memory of Frank's hard cock formed almost a real picture, stimulating her hot need.

Goddamned Bill's mother fucking, fagging cock! Alice cursed as a fast orgasm began to filter through her nerves. Crap on the fucking queer!

Then one finger entered her pussy and touched the clit. The other rubbed angrily on the outer lips, rapidly churning on all the hot, sensitive nerves.

In moments she was in a writhing fit of real orgasm.

Alice fell face down on the bed, hating herself, Bill and Dee. Ever since learning about sex, she'd been terrified of turning out like her brother and sister.

Someday, Alice thought, Bill would get his, the same way he'd ruined her sex life.

Having read enough about sex to establish a good understanding of what made people tick, Alice realized that Bill was probably an easy mark for some homosexual with skill enough to seduce him. She almost wished it would happen – then he'd know how perverted his desires really were. That would probably kill him.

Then exhaustion clouded her mind, bringing restful sleep.

Ray was sucking Dee's pussy when Alice opening the door to the apartment.

They were stretched out on the sofa, totally oblivious to anything but their sexual play.

She'd sucked him off a few minutes before and that drove Dee right up the wall. Her pussy was wet enough to be stuffed with a cock. Ray, in his early thirties, had been drained of cum by her blowjob and needed time to get an erection so a real fucking session could begin.

Dee had come home at after a three-hour typing job and happened to run into Ray as he was on his way upstairs to his pad. The man was on the rather heavy side, but had a large cock that knew what it was supposed to do.