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!"