Sam Davis: Hung up on incest

Frank Peterson was kicking hard the moment he took Alice Compton into his new apartment.

Alice's lovely, willowy form hesitated as she turned to face him. Her lovely brown eyes frowned in open indecision. Her unnatural prudishness was already constructing a wall of resistance between them, as if afraid he just might fuck the shit out of her.

This was the only woman he'd ever known since sexual maturity who could stop him short of screwing. Before meeting Alice, he'd never bothered with a female who wouldn't put out at least by the third date.

Love did strange things to a man.

Three months without a real sex-bout made Frank wish Alice was like Joanne – at least at this moment.

Joanne's excited fingers would already be boldly making his throbbing cock naked. In seconds she'd be sucking deliciously on its end. By the time her lips had finished with it, his cum would have been gulped down her throat. That would be only the beginning of an all-night session.

Alice was afraid of sex.

Even Dee Compton, her sister, would be now wiggling the tight, molded cheeks of her young fanny at him; or maybe mini-skirted thighs parted wide enough to see her sensually aroused pussy lips. She was young, eager to learn – eager to do anything.

Barbara, his secretary, loved having it Greek style and her ass really knew how to screw a man's cocked up prick.

But it was Joanne who was best of all, she dug the whole wild orgasmic scene!

All this ran through his mind as he looked lustfully at Alice, who would be his wife after he got a promotion. Any other woman would by now be fucking her future husband.

But not Alice Compton.

They'd just come from a delicious meal, with cocktails before and after. Frank was slightly drunk from liquor and passion and wanted to top the date in the most natural way.

Even Mildred – the middle-aged manager – would be a heavenly hole to screw around in! She'd made it pretty obvious about wanting to take on his hard prick. Connie had laughingly told him she was a lush. Connie should know!

The revealing sight of Alice's swelling, nicely shaped breasts, boldly exposed by the deep, low cut of the neckline sent a throbbing spasm through his cock. Alice had some kind of subconscious quirk that caused her to wear clothes that teased a man's desires.

The pants and shorts pressing around his swollen cock seemed far too tight – as if the cloth had shrunk.

He should rip that dress off Alice, finger or suck or screw her pussy no matter how she fought. If it wasn't because of the love between them, he'd do just that. All the way home Alice had been talking nervously about the apartment in a way that led to an argument over the childishly prudish sexual limits she had imposed upon them.

This had developed in Frank a mental, emotional state of near crazed passion. For the first time in months, Frank wondered how long he could keep from cheating on Alice.

There was so much pussy hanging out to be fucked.

Automatically his mind pictured Joanne Davis' body, nakedly kneeling before him, lips moistly sucking on his cock.

Joanne was one of the most oral females he'd ever known and just looking at her mouth always tempted him. Only because he was engaged to Alice were things kept at a mere teasing, through serious, flirtation. Just the other day Joanne had whispered in his ear, "God, Frank, if you ever need it, I'd do anything to fuck you dry!" That was the way Joanne talked, yet she wasn't a vulgar slut. Oddly enough it had always sounded natural and even delightful to listen to her speak about sex in such a manner.

Images of having her suck him off, then screwing her pussy now drove Frank's sexual needs to the point where it would be impossible to control himself. Even with Alice.

For a moment he almost told her to leave.

Instead, noting the worried frown on her pretty face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

She moved delicate fingers through the short black hair and said, "Oh, nothing, really."

It all sounded very casual, but they knew one another too well.

"…come on. This is silly." Though it wasn't. She'd already noticed his bulky erection. He needed sex, even a mere jerking-off would at least give him relief. But this was as far as Alice ever went.

Slightly angered by the frightened look in Alice's eyes, Frank grabbed for her. She immediately stepped back.

"Damn it! What the hell does that mean? I'm not going to rape you!"

Mentally he added, but maybe that's what you need!

He was literally shaking, actually frightened about what might happen.

No wonder Alice looked scared! A woman learned to know her man.

A few weeks ago he'd laid Barbara, but it seemed like years ago. It was the last fucking snatch he'd had. Later, Frank felt guilty for having taken Barbara. His strange sense of morality would willingly accept as many cunts that willingly gave out, if he wasn't seriously involved with any single woman. While dating Joanne Davis some years back, they'd carried on quite a wild, passionate affair. She'd been enough to blow any man's cock beyond interest in other sex kittens. Not until starting to date Alice, his boss' oldest daughter, had Frank remained loyal to a sexless romance. The result of having fucked Barbara, while wanting Alice, intensified his relationship with the older Compton sister. They'd had a serious talk the next day and he'd learned she wasn't against manually relieving him. But that confession came only after his admission of love.

He had met Alice while casually dating her younger sister, Dee. Bill Compton, their brother, was a stud-artist he'd met at several sex parties. Dee was introduced to him at one. He didn't know her age then, though he learned that her young, ripe body was hot for any kind of sex experience.

Once, when picking Dee up at her parents' home, Bill was introduced to Alice, who had stopped by for a visit. Alice lived at an apartment for singles only. The implications were inviting. Frank's interest in Dee faded and focused on Alice. Even while waiting for Dee, Frank managed to get Alice's phone number.

His first dates with her exposed him to some other young female swingers at the apartment. Connie Brown had offered a sexually pleasing afternoon and he took the day ff to discover what kind of lay Connie might be.

But once things became serious between him and Alice, Frank stopped playing around. Weeks passed with nothing but sexually frustrating dates, then came that one session with Barbara. It was a turning point that locked Frank completely to Alice.

Now, Frank realized, this was another turning point.

Looking at Alice, he said, "How long do you think we can go on like this?"

"Please, Frank – do we have to argue about it again?" she pleaded, starting to back away, her eyes on the bulging thrust of his aching cock.

He needed a blowjob, a screwing pussy or fucking ass – anything but the childish, teasing sex-games Alice had limited them to.

His mood was at a peak, impossible to hold off any longer. There were too many women willing to fuck him. Joanne Davis would leap at the chance to screw him silly. Thoughts of Joanne made him realize the advantages of taking her offer. His boss, Roger Compton, Alice's father – a screwing bastard – dug the way Joanne turned on to any man's cock.

These conflicting thoughts were driving through Frank's mind as he stared lustfully at Alice.

If she didn't fuck him, the long dry period without a woman would come to an end. So far she refused with the excuse of waiting until they married. He didn't feel capable of supporting a wife until getting a promotion. Alice would never ask her father for anything – they weren't on very good speaking terms. Old man Compton didn't give a damn about his daughter enough to offer a helping hand to the man she wanted to marry.