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.