CHAPTER FOUR

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.

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.

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.

CHAPTER FIVE

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.

Other girls at the apartment said he was a hot stud. There wasn't any question about what his gaze at Dee's body meant.

The conversation was fairly direct. Living in this singles only apartment, it was sometimes possible to be blunt and cut social exchange.

Dee's young eyes had surveyed the man in a seductive, wanton way, pausing long enough on his crotch to communicate her immediate interest in seeing what his slacks were hiding.

"You look like a woman needing something, " he stated, as she continued to stare at his crotch.

"Think you have what I want?" she asked.

He touched her arm sensually. "No woman ever said there was anything wrong with me."

Grinning, thrilling at the freedom to use the words, Dee said: "Let's fuck!"

They hadn't said a thing after that.

Once in the apartment he opened his pants and Dee sat on the sofa, dragging her panties off. As he came close, standing in front of her, she'd gripped his thighs, her eyes now glazed with desire, focused on the huge balls, and limp prick near enough to kiss.

"Munch away, Baby, if you want!" Ray offered.

She played her fingers through the black hairs of his groin, then up the bottom of his cock, which twitched in response. She pinched the crown as it began swelling. Breathing hard, Dee opened her mouth and pulled his hips so his cock was thrust powerfully down her throat. She felt stuffed with bulging, pulsing prick-meat. Dee's lips automatically began sucking on it like it was a straw from which she'd draw liquid. The first time she'd done it to her brother, the image of drinking a Coke through a straw had made the act highly erotic. Only she hadn't known the taste of cum. Now at seventeen, she knew the taste well.

Pushing her hands into his opened pants, she urged the slacks down: and began to stroke his strong, hairy thighs. Now and then Dee let her finger run around to his ass, between the cheeks, to poke into his nice, tight asshole, which squeezed around her penetrating finger.

Her tongue kept rolling on his hard cock, which she just couldn't seem to hold deep enough. Many times she liked having a man's prick surge in and out of her mouth. Today, Dee wanted to be crammed full with that cock and suck it dry.

After a while, though, it became a torture. He was fantastically holding back his sex-juices. She started rapidly finger-striking Ray's ass, and with the other hand, stroked his knotted balls.

"Hey, you're swell!" he complimented her.

If possible she would have told him he was a fucking bastard.

But Dee needed his cock to suck, too much to let loose.

Then the first quick spasm gave her a spurt of cum, and Dee pulled back in order to taste it. The sliding movement of her lips on his staff caused it to discharge more jizz. Dee shivered with delicious joy, savoring it as though it were brandy. Then his hard hands gripped Dee's head and she was swallowing hard cock again, which powerfully thrust in, then glided out. Ray took control, and his rod was like a piston in her mouth, moving faster and faster, twitching, dying short, small spurts of cum. Dee's head thrashed back and forth.

She was wild with passion.

God, she thought, to only have it up my pussy, too!

Then her head was shoved violently against his crotch as a flood of cum gushed from his convulsing cock.

Dee's throat constricted again and again to swallow that sex-juice.

Finally, he slowly relaxed his hands and Dee frantically lay on her back, her skirt gathered about her naked hips.

Obviously sexually drained, Ray still found the offer of her pussy inviting.

He came down between Dee's thighs and then started stroking his tongue along her pussy lips tenderly.

Dee hadn't experienced it quite in this manner before and she was soon in a state of rapture.

"Oh, you're good. So good! Yes... so beautiful!"

Ray inserted his tongue deep against her clit. Then he began to ravish her, sucking in such a lustrous, sensual way that Dee felt she'd go mad with ecstasy.

Her feet searched for his crotch, and her toes came in contact with a hard prick.

Dee was delighted. Just licking her off had aroused him so fast.

That's when a shocked gasp sounded from Alice.

Dee hadn't even heard her unlocking the door.

Ray froze, his mouth still pressed against Dee's pussy. There was a horrid silence. Dee could see the disgusted, shocked expression on her sister.

"You bitch – get out of here!" Dee screamed, clutching Ray's head to prove how much she needed to complete the act.

Alice stated in a cold, controlled voice, "Ray, leave. Immediately."

He hesitated, then, with an angry groan he stood, looking silly even to Dee, with his cock boldly sticking out. Ray gave Alice a look of such raw hatred that Dee realized he probably was close to either killing or raping her sister.

But Ray left after closing his pants.

Dee covered herself and stood, intending on getting a drink of vodka.

"You whore!" Alice's face was tight, blanched.

"Fuck you!" Dee screamed, half-running into the kitchen.

She was holding the bottle of vodka when her sister followed.

Slapping Dee's face so violently that it rocked her head back, Alice ripped the bottle away.

Dee almost fell and then grabbed for the bottle.

Alice sadistically backed away. "Dee! What you were just doing..."

"Oh, Christ, you fucking prude! All you know is finger-fucking your pussy! You're sick! Give me that bottle!"

"No – you're too young..."

Dee's laughter broke off the words. It was ridiculous. The whole situation seemed fantastically impossible. If she was old enough to have cunt that screwed pricks, she sure the hell was old enough for booze.

They glared at one another, then Alice said, "I think maybe you better move out – now! Either that or grow up and..."

"Grow up? Are you kidding? Who are you to talk about growing up? You're even afraid to screw the man you're supposed to love. Hell, I feel so fucking sorry for him. Maybe I'll give the guy some ass!" Dee cried, torn between tears and laughter.

Alice's lips parted, then closed. She turned, bottle in hand, paused, and said, "Just get out, I don't want to look at you! We'll talk later."

Dee didn't have the will or energy to even bother responding.

Without even taking her panties, still laying on the floor where they'd been dropped, she left the apartment.

Dee's first impulse was to get Ray and finish what they'd started. The second drove her running towards Connie's apartment, a few doors down.

Alice was still trembling after finishing her second shot of whiskey. The sight of Dee getting sucked-off had been too much.

Impulsively, Alice started to cross the room toward the phone, wanting to call Frank.

Coming home from work after a long day of typing, Alice hadn't needed an argument with Dee, and especially not the erotic scene she'd walked in on. Standing over the phone, Alice hesitated. Visions of what had happened long ago with Bill now mixed with the sight of Ray going down on Dee's pussy. The scenes were like motion picture clips spliced together.

"Maybe I should get fucked!" she said to the walls. "No! I'm not like them! I won't be!"

Memory of how Frank had almost raped her caused Alice to twist away from the phone.

"God!" she moaned, sick inside. "What's wrong with me?"

Suddenly hot, even though the day was mild, the room comfortably cool, Alice reached for the zipper of the blue dress clinging seductively to her curving, willowy body.

Stepping out of the dress, Alice went into the bathroom.

The liquor was working, along with those mental, erotic pictures. It was difficult to ignore the hot, carnal need gripping her pussy.

"God, help me!" Alice stared at the long, narrow mirror pegged to the bathroom door, now closed.

Sick with self-hate, Alice slowly unlatched the black garter belt from thin nylon stockings. Then dropping it, she tucked her fingers under the narrow, pink panties about her curving hips.

Watching the lovely, attractive reflection of her body in the mirror, Alice frowned. She lowered her panties like a stripper teasing male customers, letting the material inch down, revealing more and more white flesh, the fleecy hairs of an aroused pussy, and then her creamy thighs. The panties gathered awkwardly, at an angle, about her trim, shapely legs.

"You bitch!" she cursed at the reflection. "It would be so easy for you! Not me! You're a whore. I'm not!"

The mirrored image was an opposite of Alice in every way – it reflected her repressed sensual nature. The mirror exposed, the raw, lusting passions on her face and body, stripped bare of the psychological hang-ups that stopped the real Alice Compton from letting even Frank have her.

"You're a whore at heart. Like Bill and Dee. I've got to escape you!" Alice told the minor in a savage voice as she began to open the bra. Her tits slowly revealed themselves in the reflection and Alice found it impossible not to admire their supple, well-formed, though not overly voluptuous shapes. The nipples were rosy, already tilted in an erected state of stimulation. They looked as if they had just been sucked.

Alice realized it would be impossible to hold out much longer. She'd read enough books on sexology to know something had to give soon. Once she had even toyed with the idea of seeking a lesbian. It would be better than using her own fingers to satisfy the deep, wild needs.

"If only you could control yourself, Frank!" Alice stated to the reflection of her body, though visualizing the man she hoped to marry. "How I need you, now."

Already the reflection was beginning to caress her swollen pussy lips, fingering the sensitive nerves, fondling the red sex-mouth.

She was thinking about how Frank's cock had almost been embedded in her cunt.

If he'd only taken her, she thought idly, rubbing more furiously on the hot cuntlips.

Only in such moments, alone in the bathroom finger-fucking a come, did Alice admit, even in this half-mocking manner, her deep unconscious desire to be raped and have it done with.

At nights she'd dream about some strange man coming upon her on a lonely street, darkness surrounding them as she was brutally raped. It would be over then. After that it might be possible to give her body to the man she loved.

Gently, Alice inserted a finger in her pussy, touching the clit, so swelled in need. Having absorbed volumes of knowledge concerning sex, she was aware of its hard realities. Alice knew more than most women about the theory of sex. While others experimented, she read erotic literature. She learned how to masturbate a cock and herself with far more skill than any other virgin might – or even a highly experienced woman.

A wave of sensual pleasure started swelling through Alice, centered where her fingers skillfully worked on her responsive pussy.

The reflection was gasping, breasts lifting and falling rapidly, body arched forward, almost rigid, face red, tense, brown eyes almost closed. Alice had grown accustomed to having an orgasm while watching herself in the minor. The visual image added to the pleasure.

The sudden memory of Ray's face buried between Dee's thighs causing the young woman to pant in pleasure, flashed through Alice's mind as she viewed the reflection of her straining body in the mirror.

Alice gasped, her eyes closed tight, body shuddering as her climax was almost overwhelming. She stumbled backwards in its aftermath.

Swaying, arms flying out, Alice frantically grabbed the sink, sucking in deep gasps, almost slumping to the floor.

She realized that memory of Dee and Ray had caused the orgasm to be even more voluptuous.

"God! I'm sick! Sick!" she sobbed, tortured. "Why the hell can't I get myself fucked like any woman my age?"

But she knew the answer. Several times in high school and college she'd come close to giving in to a boy friend, but the memory of Bill's cock ejaculating in her mouth stopped sex short of fucking.

Unconsciously licking her lips, Alice's head lifted and her eyes stared in the small minor above the sink, seeing only the torment reflected in the frowning face looking back.

Alice was still breathing hard, but it was more controlled. In moments she'd be almost normal, able to think more rationally.

Her head shaking, Alice sighed, talking in a cool voice, "So, you're a hot, sexually frustrated woman. Someday, Baby, you'll get it. Then what?"

She shuddered, knowing how a carnal sex-act might create such a mental depression that death would be the only alternative to whoring.

Alice had been afraid of being like her sister and brother – even father – since learning about the hot sexual desires flaming her body. Only will power had controlled physical instincts, and this was supported by the horror of having Bill's cum shoot down her throat.

Alice turned away from the mirror, only to see the full reflection of her body in the door mirror, perversely mocking.

Like an animal running for its life, she flung open that door and rushed out, almost blindly, finding the bed she'd been sharing with Dee.

Flinging herself on it, Alice began sobbing, covering the sounds with a pillow, yet they seemed like amplified screams.

When will it all end? Alice wondered in panic. And what will be the results?

Abruptly, she realized Frank was the only man who could screw her without causing the repercussions she had for so long feared would be the result of fucking.

Impulsively, Alice frantically pulled slacks and sweater over her naked body, then hurried from the apartment, slowing to a fast walk once outside.

In front of Frank's door, she rang the bell, her finger pushing relentlessly on the button.

When no answer came, Alice turned away, walking back to her apartment.

Tomorrow, Friday night, she thought as she closed the door behind her, Frank's in for a big surprise.

CHAPTER SIX

Connie listened silently throughout the conversation between Bill and Dee. They were sitting on the sofa, intimately close, naked, planning a lesbian seduction of their sister.

Bill had been called over, and upon his arrival, he'd suggested a sex party. They'd called Sam and Ray, who would arrive shortly.

"All you do, " Bill stated, "is get her over here, to make up... insist on drinks... to relax you... get her drunk. I'll get grass and pot her up some."

Connie giggled, "I have some stuff that'll sex her – we'll put the stuff in her drink."

"Great! You talk to her, Connie, like an older sister – about sex and things. I guess you have enough experience to seduce Alice, even without drugging her mind out, " Bill said.

Connie, sitting, on the floor between them, wantonly rubbing her naked pussy, reached out and cupped Bill's balls and prick. "Like that?"

He chuckled, his cock swelling against her palm. She squeezed it, craving to be sexed. Connie was tired of just looking at his prick and Dee's pussy. With the other hand, she reached up and let fingers slide between Dee's cuntlips.

The two stiffened, electrified. Connie was thrilled. She knew that Dee and Bill were a couple of crazed, young kids trying to prove their sexuality. From Bill's reaction to the dildo, she guessed he had homosexual desires, but that didn't bother her.

Dee squirmed under the erotic caress.

"You could seduce a fucking queer!" Bill laughed.

Bill was already hard enough to fuck her. Connie shivered.

"Down, with me! Both of you! I'll suck pussy and... give me that cock, Bill – right in my cunt!" She squeezed his pulsing hard.

Connie lay on her back, waiting for them. She laughed inwardly about Bill's comment concerning her ability to get a hard on fags. Experience with men told her that Bill could easily be turned into a swinging bisexual.

Dee laughed. "Come on. Face me over her!"

Connie watched as they positioned themselves. She drew her knees up against her large breasts, her ass lifting so her pussy lips were bluntly offered.

Bill immediately mounted Connie, his prick touching the now moist, fully aroused cunt.

Dee was straddling Connie's head.

Bill cupped his sister's compact, small breasts. Dee reached out, puffing him close so they could kiss. Their mouths parted as Bill's cock pressed Connie's pussy. She tongue-kissed Dee, while reaching for Bill's cock, leading its point towards her pussy.

Connie gasped slowly as Bill's hard shaft surged slowly into her, finally buried to the root. For a wild moment their hips didn't move. All the time sister and brother were voluptuously frenching each other. Bill's hips jerked. Connie tongued Dee and sucked on the girl's pussy.

At that moment, Bill's cock inched out, jerking as it slid smoothly back into place.

"Faster!" Connie cried against Dee's writhing pussy. She grabbed Bill's ass with clawing hands.

The man immediately complied, ramming his hard cock in and out as he continued to french Dee's mouth.

Connie whispered, "How wild!" This was something totally different and new. Having brother and sister tongue-kissing above her while she was getting fucked was almost too much.

She squeezed Bill's moving cock.

Trembling, trying to rotate her hips, Connie had an unexpected climax. Then found herself tangling to the continued fast penetrations of Bill's stiff cock.

Bill continued churning, but faster and harder, more demanding. A spasm jerked through his long cock and Connie had another climax as cum flooded into her. All the time she was voluptuously sucking Dee's hot pussy, her tongue probing against the clit. From the action of the girl's hips, it was apparent they were all coming.

Connie almost fainted. Weak, she sat up and cried, "Wow! Fantastic!"

Dee and Bill were gazing wantonly at one another, standing on either side of Connie.

"Shit, you two look ready to fuck each other!" Connie observed.

Dee laughed, "Later, I wanna do some sucking on him! While Sam's screwing me. What a cock that guy has!"

Bill chuckled, patted Dee's cheek, and said, "You're one hell of a sister. Too bad Alice is so screwed-up!"

"Non-screwed, you mean, " Dee said, sitting on the couch.

"Well, we'll take care of all that on Saturday, " Connie said. "Booze and grass should do it. Believe me, any girl that finger-fucks herself, like Dee claims Alice does, is ready to be had by man or woman! I've known some and they fought all the way – and afterwards they were so thankful that I got some real wild times with them!"

Bill nodded. "I'm sure of it. Alice tries to hide behind... I don't know what! But she has the same hot blood we have!"

Dee, more seriously than ever before, stated, "I've seen some of the books she reads. Alice might be hung-up, but she sure as hell knows about sex! I was kinda shocked! From marriage manuals to out-right dirty books! She knows all about it. What a fink!"

Bill shrugged. "I'll leave it up to you girls to..."

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Connie opened it to see Ray and Sam standing there.

It was about four in the afternoon when Frank got the call from Joanne. He had been working over some papers on the Gordon account, one that might help to get him in an even better position for a promotion, or at least a much-needed raise.

When his secretary said it was Compton's office, Frank picked up the receiver and answered in a business-like tone, "Yes?"

Joanne's question was seductive. "Frank... tonight... have anything planned?"

"What's up?" Frank inquired, a little surprised, having expected to hear Roger Compton's voice.

"I wanted to see you... if you're free."

Frank pondered the idea with a mixture of emotional and physical responses. He was supposed to go out with Alice this evening, as was their usual habit. However, Joanne's offer promised far more than social conversation, dining, dancing, and a frustrating goodnight kiss.

"Frank?" Joanne asked, making him aware that a long silence had answered her.

"Sorry... yes, what... I mean – hell, you're what I need!" he decided, as if thinking out loud. "Your place?"

"Take me home?" she inquired.

"Meet you there, about... I'll need to change and, uh, take care of something, first." Somehow he'd have to talk his way out of the date with Alice.

"You aren't changing any plans?"

"Of course – so what?" he announced almost bitterly. "Forget that! I'll be over as soon as possible. Okay?"

"I'll be waiting!" She didn't even say good-bye, but merely broke the connection.

Frank stared at the phone, then pressed the receiver hook, pushed one of the outside lines, and dialed Alice's work number. Moments later he heard her voice.

"Darling, " Frank said, feeling a sick ache at the pit of his stomach. "Something's come up. I can't make it tonight."

Alice sounded slightly off-balance emotionally. "But, Frank, I planned... it was important to..."

"Honey, if there was any way, " Frank already felt doubts. "I'd break it oft you know that. After all, the better I do my job the sooner we can get married and..."

A sigh answered him, then Alice said, "Sure, I know. Of course... you're right."

"I'm terribly sorry." He wasn't quite convinced it wasn't the exact truth. Then images of Joanne's wantonly lush, willing, sexy body formed.

"See you tomorrow..."

Alice said good-bye. Frank slammed the receiver on the hook.

"Damn you, Alice Compton!"

But he wasn't damning the woman so much as her sexual hang-ups.

Doubt plagued Frank the rest of the afternoon and when he returned to the apartment to change, it was difficult to keep from going over to her place after calling it off with Alice. He knew Joanne probably had more to give than mere sexual release. She'd called him, Frank reasoned, and probably had something to tell concerning her attempts to help him with a promotion.

That was the reason he consciously excused himself, though the offer of Joanne's sexually charged body was more than enough to send him running into those hot, willing arms.

Alice watched television most of the evening. The programs were boring, but kept her mind off being alone. In the middle of one that was more interesting than the others, the phone rang, and she leaped for it.

"Frank?" she cried into the receiver, her heart pounding.

"Frank?" came Dee's voice, half-mocking. "I thought maybe he was up there with you..."

"Had some work to do, " Alice announced, cold inside. If Frank had only known what would have happened in her apartment, he'd probably have called off the business appointment.

"What do you want?"

"Please... please. I have to talk to you. We can't be like this... oh, we're sisters and..." The voice choked in what sounded almost faked emotion.

Another voice came through the receiver, convincing enough to cause Alice to believe, perhaps, Dee actually was emotionally upset. It was Connie.

"Dee's too worked up right now, " Connie said, grim sounding. "The poor kid is sick about the other day. She wants to talk things over and..."

"I'll be over."

"No!" Connie cried, alarmed. "She's drunk and I couldn't stop her. She's desperate! Tomorrow, once she's sobered up."

Alice felt nauseated. "You shouldn't let her drink she's only..."

"Your sister is old enough to do a lot of things, Alice. And she had nobody else to turn to. Tomorrow, I call you. Oh, hell – I better go to her! She's sick!"

"Connie, Connie..."

"Don't come over!" The line was dead.

For a moment Alice stood there with the receiver in her hand, undecided. Then she slowly replaced it on the hook, staring blankly at the television.

Sick inside, confused, Alice hardly noticed the cigarette commercial or the program. All through the next act, Alice remained beside the phone, unmoving. It was when another commercial break came that she was jarred out of the daze, realizing how much time had passed.

Alice took a step towards the door, then stopped to pick up the phone and dial. It was some time before Connie's voice asked, "Yes?"

It sounded like voices were in the background, though it could have been television.

"How's Dee?"

The background sounds snapped off. Connie answered, "Asleep. Listen... what happened the other day..."

"Is she all right?" Alice interrupted.

"She'll be fine. Don't worry. About..."

"I don't want to talk about that... not right now, " Alice said.

Connie, in a soothing, calculating voice, said, "Of course. Tomorrow. I'll call when she's ready to talk – I think the two of you should patch things up and..."

"Okay, we'll talk tomorrow, " Alice agreed.

They said goodnight, then Alice hung up and went into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and took some sleeping pills she'd gotten from the doctor. Then she went to bed.

Joanne was sitting on his lap, her pussy wet and dewy. Frank moaned in the sensual pleasure of slowly being inserted into those warm cuntlips. She was positioned so he could reach around and caress her supple tits. Lifting her red sweater, Frank opened her bra as she circled slowly and lustfully on his cock lodged deep inside her heated pussy.

When Frank's hands slipped around under Joanne's arms, between her bra and tits, he found hardened nipple points to caress.

Joanne could do little other than circle on him. Her legs were stretched out, heels just touching the floor. He cursed that they weren't completely naked, wanting to feel the sensual stimulation of flesh against his thighs. Yet the depth of penetration, the circling hold her snatch had on him, was delightful.

He started kissing Joanne's neck, then ears, sucking and teasing them with his tongue.

"You're what I needed, " he complimented.

"Oh, God, Frank, you're fucking hard and big... so... big in my cunt! The biggest!"

She dragged her heels close to the sofa and then, with feet firm on the floor, hands supporting her voluptuous body on either side of his thighs, Joanne lifted, caressing his prick with her moist pussy.

"Oh!" she sighed in joy at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her lovely, hot cunt. "It's fucking good to do it like this... oh, so... shit!" Her snatch gripped him, then she was jerking up and down, bouncing, making his cock insert and withdraw itself. All at once Frank felt his come rippling up, driving high into her cunt.

Joanne immediately lifted, turned and began licking his cock, purring in ecstasy.

After a moment she asked, "How much more of that stuff do you have?" Her eyes looked up pleadingly.

Frank gazed almost tenderly at her. Compared to some women, Joanne was like a lovely young child; innocent, yet sexually mature of all the lustful ways of fucking.

"Let's undress, " he suggested.

"A shower?" Joanne offered, taking his hand. They went into the bathroom, excited, and once there, each undressed as if on fire.

Her pussy, big tits and rosy nipples sent a charge of power through Frank. He knew they would fuck again in a very short time. Joanne's eyes grew large, staring at his swelling cock. A slow smile spread on those soft lips that could give a man so much pleasure.

"Oh, you sure fuck good!" was Joanne's only comment, while turning on the shower water. "You sure have big meat!" Her fingers reached, under his balls and tickled them, causing his prick to twitch.

Giggling in delight, Joanne moved into the shower stall, after having run her caressing fingers along his cock to pinch the meaty head.

Frank closed the door as he squeezed in beside Joanne who was already sensually slippery.

She immediately embraced him. Her pussy hairs brushed against his cock, teasing the foreskin back and forth. Her silk-wet tits crushed against his slightly hairy chest, the nipples hard prickly points that bit into him.

He began caressing her lovely, soft fanny cheeks tenderly, pleased at the way they twitched under his fingertips.

Her pussy gently rubbed against his cock.

"I love that bulging meat!" Joanne murmured, almost breathing the words on his face. Then her mouth opened and she ran her tongue along his lips.

The warm water spraying Joanne's back was now striking Frank. As his tongue touched Joanne's, she surged closer against his prick, announcing her greedy desire.

Frank dragged Joanne's tongue deep into his mouth and she withdrew her hips enough to part her legs. Slowly his cock slid into the moist seam of her cunt. Her legs closed about his shaft and she started slowly grinding them side-to-side, back and forth. He was moved between the pillars of beautiful and soft, padded thighs. Their tongues were taking turns exploring the other's mouth. Joanne's mouth evoked a sweet and delicious wine-like taste, which he savored. His cock jerked.

As his cock jerked between her thighs, Joanne rapidly jerked back and forth, her cunt jacking him off.

Frank ran his tongue over her cheeks, then along her throat.

"God, don't come, yet!" Joanne murmured.

"I won't!"

"What a fucking big hard!" she almost giggled in delight. "Feels good... there!"

Her thighs squeezed harder about him on the last word.

Joanne's sexual play was like making love to somebody you really cared about. The emotional swell of wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible kept Frank from coming in her sexy cunt as she continued to toy with his big cock.

Around and around she seemed to be going on him, purring with contentment's if there wasn't anything more enjoyable than having a hard between her legs. But if he knew Joanne, she'd want a hell of a lot more in a very short time.

He was pulsing in that sensually lingering embrace, caressing his cock back and forth in her cunt.

For only an instant the image of Alice formed, then Frank let it melt away as his mind focused on what Joanne was doing to his cock inserted in her tight cunt.

Frank's hands squeezed Joanne's ass, then worked between the cheeks, fingers reaching lower, accidentally coming in contact with his balls which seemed to hang between her legs.

His fingers caressed her asshole, probing it with light caresses.

"Frank, I'll have... a fucking come! Don't, " she pleaded.

Inspired by her cries he poked into her asshole and she gasped and her body rigidly surged against his.

Joanne's shivering told him that she'd climaxed.

"I'm... clean... enough, " her voice stated, as if having difficulty getting breath to speak.

She released Frank's cock. Joanne almost smashed the shower door open and stepped out. She led him with her hands clutching his cock.

"I love you!" she announced, talking to the prick in her hands. Though Frank wasn't quite sure if Joanne wasn't also indicating her deep affection for him.

Her fingers lightly teased the end of his dick, gliding the foreskin in circles. Then, as Joanne slowly lowered to her knees, her lips parting, Frank felt his prick being gently encased in a manual grip, the crown extending out, now pointing to her face.

Joanne's mouth slid around his meaty prick, hardly touching tit flesh. Merely by rolling her head in a circular motion, Frank felt moisture barely touching his cock. Joanne's tongue then began licking his foreskin.

Fink's cock touched the roof of her mouth. Joanne's tongue almost creped over the bottom of his prick, as if trying to touch each nerve, one at a time. Then those silken, wet lips leisurely began closing, and as he felt them join and then compress about his cock, he found it difficult to breathe for fear of coining.

For a moment Joanne merely held him, not moving, almost as if she knew how close his cock was to exploding with jizz.

Joanne's head began gradually moving closer, her lips caressing his cock as its rigid, arched shape pushed deeper into her mouth.

Her tongue pressed gently against his shaft, caressing its length, as more and more cock was engulfed.

Only when Frank's prick felt the back of her throat, did Joanne's lips begin to gently draw on it.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight. Part of his cock still extended out of her mouth like a bridge. Joanne's eyes were half-closed, and though he couldn't see them, Frank knew the expression burning there: complete contentment, lusting desire. A mixture of controlled passion and joyous pleasure.

Her lips sucked harder and harder on him, producing more ecstasy.

Tenderly, Frank let his fingers cup the back of her head.

Joanne's tits were beginning to heave, swelling and then dropping, as her lungs expanded and contracted.

Her throat gulped, causing an even more voluptuous sense of gentle stimulation to feed his cock. As her tongue began drawing tighter against him, rolling, her lips sucked more dramatically, then drew back until only the crown was between them. She began licking on its tip, the delicate tongue attempting to penetrate his cock's hole, then flicking all over its meaty flesh.

Her fingers clutched his ass excitedly as Joanne sucked in more cock.

He was near the bursting point when the sucking took on convulsive rhythm.

Then Frank felt the fire of orgasm run from the roots of his cock out along its length, and then, in spasms, eject hot cum into her mouth.

Joanne, her lips clenched, holding him, gulped jizz as fast as it spouted out of his cock.

His prick jerked and at the same time was sucked deep, spilling more cum into her. It was like a quaking shaft fountaining liquid fire. Joanne's head started thrashing, working his cock in and out while it continued coming in quick spasms. She was licking, sucking every drop of cum, not stopping even after he went dry.

Frank continued to enjoy her oral fit, though a slow pressure was building in his bladder. If she didn't stop, he realized, it would be impossible to keep from releasing piss into her mouth.

Somehow the idea wasn't revolting.

But as it got to the point where he would have to piss in her throat in seconds, he forcefully pushed Joanne away.

Without a word, he turned, lifted the toilet bowl's hatch, and then pissed.

Joanne's sigh diverted his attention long enough to glance toward her.

She was glossy-eyed with an ecstatic expression as she watched his prick releasing its piss into the john.

Once relieved, Frank turned towards the still exhilarated woman, saying, "It was never better."

"Frank... Frank, " she spoke in an anguished, yet ecstasy-filled voice, "I've never enjoyed it so much!"

Joanne leaned close, her face against his crotch, sighing.

He caressed the back of her head. "You're beautiful in every way."

A shudder rushed through the woman's body as she slowly stood.

"What a fucking, pissing cock you have!" she laughed, patting it. Then, later, they walked to the bedroom. In a moment they lay next to one another, contented, sexually spent for the time.

"I could use a cigarette, " Joanne said, sitting up.

Frank picked up a pack sitting on the nightstand. After lighting two cigarettes at once, he placed one between Joanne's lips.

She inhaled deeply, then smoke blew out slowly from her mouth and nostrils.

"Mr. Compton is almost ready to listen to reason, " she announced. "I assume that's one of the reasons you came here."

Chuckling, Frank stated, "I wondered when we'd get around to that. You're always fucking me dry before letting me talk about anything!"

Her hand moved lightly between his legs, sensually caressing his balls and limp cock. "That's why. That fat, large meat of yours makes me feel and act like a whore who enjoys her work. And pays to get it, too!"

They both laughed, then she said, more seriously, "I talked to him yesterday about you in the most casual manner. Something like how great a job you did on... whatever account it was... pointing out how you're the best guy around. I left it there. We fucked, then. But the next time he fucks his cock into my pussy, I'll do a little more work. Maybe in a week or so you'll have everything you want and..."

Her words broke off. "I'm a stupid cunt!" she said furiously a moment later. "Here I'm whoring my body to make it possible for you to get a promotion to marry another woman. Isn't that something?"

"I'm sorry, Joanne, " was all Frank could say.

Angrily snuffing out the cigarette, Joanne turned and crawled into his arms, rolling on top of his body, saying, "Fuck love! Just screw me silly with that big meat. That's my reward – all I'll ever want, and I wanna get as much of you in me as possible before its too late!"

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