Incest and oralism is not new. Much has been written on each subject, and with each case comes new knowledge on the subject. The scope of incest and oralism is quite broad, and although cases of such continuously come to my attention, I am always excited with the opportunity to further explore this aspect of human sexual behavior.
Incest, as we all know, is the sexual relations between blood relatives; oralism is the use of the mouth.
But, what many people fail to understand is the fact that oralism does not pertain to the licking and sucking of the genitals only. No, oralism pertains to the use of the mouth and it is not restricted to the genitalia, but to other aspects also. We have all heard of a person who is a glutton for food. This, in a narrow sense of the word, can be considered a degree of oralism.
When we apply oralsim to a sexual connotation, we take it to mean the simple use of the mouth in conjunction with the genitals. This simply is not true. A real, dyed-in-the-wool oralist does not confine oral activities to the genitalia alone, but to all parts of the body as well. There are many cases of fetish activity in which the toes of a sexual partner are sucked and licked; of the oral enjoyment to be had by licking one's thighs; of the armpits and various other portions of the body. Those things are considered a fetish when a person derives his sexual pleasure from only one part of a body, and fetishism is not our concern in this study.
What will be our concern is the relationship between incest and oralism. Why is oral sex a preferred method over 'normal' intercourse? Why does the mouth come into play frequently in incestual activities? One can hardly answer such questions unless the personalities of the participants are examined more closely. It is possible that some of the cases of this study are fetishly oriented, but I will not delve into this background at length.
What my primary interest is ... to present the relationship between people who indulge in incestual sex and prefer oralism to any other method. You will find our subjects, although oraly oriented, performing various other sexual postures too, and it is not my purpose to condemn those involved. What is my contention, is that man and woman have the absolute right to enjoy sexual relations in whatever manner they want, without fear of prosecution. I do not necessarily condone the actions of the participants, especially in the sexual use of children, yet I pass no judgment, either.
James Wilburn 1972
CHAPTER ONE
Suzette was only nine years old when she was introduced to fellatio, and a year latter to cunnilingus.
Now a lovely young lady of fifteen, she is a confirmed oralist. She has no hesitation about telling of her activities, being quite outspoken and very much enjoys voicing the four-letter words. What may be of interest is the fact that, once she was involved incestuously with her parents, they encouraged her to use them ... and encouraged her sexual activities.
From the things related to me by Suzette, her mother and father are highly sexual individuals without guilt of any sort. Whether sexuality is inherited or not has yet not been explained to a satisfactory conclusion. In any event, it appears that Suzette has taken on the sensual aspects of her parents personality and enjoys it quite well.
The following, related in the first-person, is her account of her sexual activities from the age of nine to the present time.
I hardly know where to begin. It seems that I've always been interested in anything sexual. I mean ... I love sex; any kind of sex you can name. I remember when I was just a little girl that I would always be playing with my pussy. I couldn't keep my hands off my cunt for hardly an hour at a time. When I would take my bath, I would rub the bar of soap between my lets, getting it nice and slippery, then I would run my fingers up and down the slit. I don't know whether I would experience an orgasm or not, but I do know that it felt awfully good.
Then, right after I turned nine years old, I started getting interested in boys. Naturally I had discussed such things with girl friends on many occasions, but I didn't have any experience. So ... I decided it was time I learned something about boys.
We had this little kid about seven living next door to us. He was a real brat, if you know what I mean. Well, once I made up my mind to find out about boys, I kind of induced him to come into our garage with me. I didn't like him at all, but he was a boy and that was what mattered right then. Well, we got inside the garage and I-right away-told him I wanted to see his little peter. He didn't want to show me, so I started hitting him. He began to cry and said he would tell on me, but I was determined to get a peek at his peter. While he stood there crying, I pulled his tiny little thing out and looked at it. For some silly reason, I had been expecting something quite spectacular. Instead, I found myself holding onto a cock hardly larger than my little finger. There was a lot of loose skin hanging at the tip, and when I worked it back, I saw the pink head of his cock. That excited me. I played with his peter for a while and told him I wanted to see him piss. He was scared-not only of me, but afraid we would be caught.
No matter what I said or did with him, the little shit wouldn't pee for me. I played with it for about half an hour, then I heard my mother calling me and had to make this kid go home.
That was the first prick I had seen, and I would lay in bed at night thinking about it and playing with my pussy. By now I had discovered my clitoris and that it gave me a wonderful thrill when I rubbed it. I began to wonder if a boy would have fun playing with it. I couldn't see much there to give pleasure ... it was only a slit with a tiny stub between the lips. Now a boy had something you could get your fingers around and really play with.
About four weeks after I had handled the little boy's cock, I was coming home from school when two boys started teasing me. They were older than memaybe ten or eleven. They teased me and stuck their fingers into my ribs and made me drop my books. When I bent over to pick them up, one of the boys started giggling.
"I see your panties," he said.
I picked up my books and kept walking. I couldn't get rid of them, and I was getting mad. Finally, I stopped and turned toward them.
"Go away, you nasty boys," I said. "Go away and leave me alone."
"I saw your panties ... I saw your panties!" the oldest boy chanted.
"So what?" I sneared at them, but found myself looking down at their groins.
"Hey...." the youngest kid said. "Let's pants her!"
I knew what they meant by that remark. It was a saying the kids had in school about grabbing a smaller kid and taking their pants off. I thought it was only boys who did such things, but here I was, facing them and watching them come toward me, ready to take my panties off. Before I could run from them, they grabbed me and right there on the sidewalk, pulled my panties down to my ankles. They didn't lift up my skirt and look at my pussy. I don't know why. Anyway, with my panties down around ankles, I had the funniest sensation come over me.
They had stood back up after dropping my panties, and looked almost ashamed of themselves. That was when I became brave. I stuck my tongue out at them and sneered.
"You two are fraidy cats," I accused. "You don't know anything. Pull a girl's panties down and then blush! Here...." I dropped my books on the sidewalk and not caring whether anyone else saw me or not, I lifted my skirt up and held it around my waist. "Look at it ... look at it all you want."
They blushed red, then took off at a run. I grinned after them, then picked up my panties and books and went on home.
The next day was Saturday and no school. My mother and father had some shopping to do and I was left home by myself. I always enjoyed being alone, because I could play with my pussy anywhere in the house I wanted then. Well, my parents had not been gone hardly anytime when someone knocked on the door.
I found one of the boys standing there ... the oldest one who had dropped my panties the day before. "Uh ... uh...." he stammered.
"What do you want," I said, glaring at him. "Another peek at me?"
"No, I...."
"Well, here...." I said, lifting my skirt and pulling the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my pussy to him. "Take a good look. That's all you can do anyway ... just look at a girl."
He shuffled on his feet, trying to keep from looking between my legs. I stood there with my skirt up and arching my exposed cunt toward him. Then I had this wild idea that he just might let me see is cock.
"I'll take my panties off for you," I told him. "That is ... if you aren't afraid of me."
"Aw ... I'm not afraid of you," he said.
I opened the door and asked him to come inside. He was blushing when he came in, and I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties completely off. I sat down on the couch and held my legs out wide, showing my slit. I wanted him to touch me there, but he still acted like he was afraid. I giggled then, and asked him if he would show me his peter.
He was hesitant at first, but when I started rubbing my finger up and down my slit, he finally agreed.
"It's only fair," I told him. "After all, you've seen my slit twice now ... and I haven't seen your peter yet."
He was reluctant and kept looking at the screen door.
"Don't worry," I said. "My parents won't be home for hours yet. Come on ... take it out. I want to see what it looks like."
Finally he pulled his cock out, and I was surprised to see it hard. It was much larger than the little kid's next door, and when he skinned it back, the head was nice and smooth.
"Do you play with it?" I asked him, becoming very excited.
"Sure ... all boys do it," he informed me. "Can I play with it?"
"Here ... I don't mind," he came close to me, no longer afraid. "You gonna let me feel you, too?"
"Sure."
He sat down on the couch with me and I took hold of his cock. Like I said, it was hard ... the first hard cock I had seen. He showed me how to jack it up and down, and while I was doing that to him, he started messing around with my pussy. It gave me a better sensation with someone else's hand down there. We messed around with each other for a long time, then he got between my legs and pulled the lips of my cunt wide open. I lay back and let him examine me good, and he stuck a finger inside my hole. It hurt me at first, but then it felt real good. Now, I found something else I could do with myself, I could stick my finger inside my pussy ... something I had never thought I had never thought of doing before.
After a while, he asked me if I would put his dick in my mouth. That seemed like a silly thing to do.
"I don't want to do that," I told him. "Just let me play with it."
"Come on ... lot's of people take it in their mouths."
"Why?"
"Well ... I don't know, they just do."
I looked at his cock for a long time, then said, "You aren't going to pee in my mouth, are you?" I was a bit doubtful about putting something like that in my mouth ... it just didn't seem right for some reason.
He slumped down on the couch, kind of arching his cock up towards me. I held it for a long time in my hand, just looking at it. Every time I worked my hand up and down it, the loose skin on the head would roll back and expose the moist flesh underneath. His cock was much larger than the kid's next door, and it seemed to get harder. I could feel a tiny pulse beating away just under the tight skin. Suddenly I became very envious of this kid. He had a cock to play with and I didn't.
"You going to do it?" he asked me again. "Do what?"
"Put it in your mouth?"
I was so involved just looking and holding it, I had forgotten what he wanted me to do. Again I looked doubtfully at his prick. I was sure he was going to piss in my mouth. After all, why else would he want me to have it in my mouth that way? Of course, I knew next to nothing about a boy ... or a girl, for that matter.
"Are you sure you don't want to pee in my mouth? I said again, looking from his cock to his face. "I wouldn't want that to happen."
"Naw ... go on," he urged.
"Well ... I don't trust you," I told him.
"Geez...." He started to put his cock away.
"Wait!" I held it tightly in my fist. "Okay ... I'll do it. But you gotta promise ... cross your heart and hope to die?"
He crossed his heart and hoped to die if he pissed in my mouth.
"Okay ... I'll do it then," I said, leaning over him, my face only and inch or two from the tip of his cock. I ran my fist down his cock, my fingers nice and tight on it, drawing the loose skin away from the shiny head. I could see the small slit right in the center. Again I became doubtful about putting it in my mouth. I licked my lips nervously, gazing at the moist slit. It seemed as if my mouth had suddenly gone dry, but I was suddenly wanting to take it between my lips. I trembled slightly, and there was a powerful throbbing sensation in the pit of my stomach ... a sensation of expectancy, of anticipation.
Finally, I shoved my face closer to his prick, but I didn't take it in my mouth right then. Instead, I darted my tongue out and touched the tip on the side os his cock. Immediately, I pulled my tongue away. A shock had rippled through me ... it was almost like an electrical shock ... something like a great heat had burned my tongue. Don't get me wrong ,.. it wasn't unpleasant at all. On the contrary, it was a sensation to my liking. Again I darted my tongue out, barely touching the tip of his cock. I felt the boy shiver as I worked the tip of my tongue around the moist, smooth head.
Naturally, I didn't know what I was doing ... I was guided by instinct, I guess.
The more I licked my tongue around the tip of his smooth cock head, the more I liked it. Finally, after much urgining, I opened my lips and then closed them around the head of his prick. For a long moment, I stayed that way ... my lips clasping his cock head tightly, my tongue not moving but pressing against the slit there. It was very warm between my lips, and I could feel it throbbing with some unknown power. My lips felt extremely sensitive, and I moved them a bit farther down his prick, taking more of it into my mouth. Then, when I had about half inside, I sunk my cheeks inward, closing them around his prick the way my lips were, and pressed my tongue against the bottom of it.
I still had my finger around the base, and decided to see how much of his prick I could get into my mouth. Slowly, I shoved my lips farther down, keeping my cheeks sunk inward and my tongue tight on the bottom. It scraped along the roof of my mouth, then I felt it at the back of my throat. I gagged ... but only because of the unfamiliarity of it.
Still guided by instinct, I drew my lips up, sucking on it. I didn't know then that a girl was supposed to use her tongue to lick at the same time. At that time I thought-if I thought at all-that all I was supposed to do was suck up and down the cock.
Up and down I went, keeping my lips tight around it, sucking him. It seemed as if every nerve in my mouth was acutely sensitive to. what I was doing. My senses were on fire, and the more I sucked his cock, the better I enjoyed it. Finally, I was bobbing my face up and down swiftly, and the boy was going out of his mind. He was twisting his butt all over the cushions of the couch, moaning and groaning, holding the top of my head. I thought maybe I was hurting him, but when I tried to pull my mouth away, he held me down. I don't know how long I sucked him, but after a while my jaws became tired from being held open so long.
Finally, I had to take my mouth away.
"Did you like that?" I asked him, fondling the saliva wet cock.
"Oh boy!" he whispered. "You do it better than Billy."
"You mean Billy sucks it for you?" I was surprised ... who ever heard of boys doing that. But, of course, I had never heard of a girl doing it before either.
"Yeah, he likes it," the boy told me. "But he's not as good as you."
"Well ... that's something, anyway."
"You sure you never sucked a cock before?"
"I've never even seen one before ... except the tiny one of the boy next door."
We talked about cock sucking for a while, and he said he would kiss my pussy if I wanted, but I told him I didn't think I'd care for that. Finally he left, and I went to the boathroom and looked at my mouth in the mirror. I didn't know why it had become so sensitive when I had his cock inside my mouth. I examined my lips and tongue, then peered inside my mouth as best I could. But I didn't see anything there that looked off. I stuck my finger between my lips and sucked on it the way I had done his cock, but the sensation wasn't there.
That night, in bed, I went over the whole thing, trying to understand my feelings about what I had done. While I thought about it, I rubbed my pussy. I never wear panties beneath my gown, and I pulled it up and spread my legs. My clitoris seemed extremely sensitive that night, and when I rubbed my fingers over it, I would get the most delicious feeling down there. Then I held my cunt lips open and shoved a finger up my twat. It felt good, but not the way the boy's cock had felt in mouth. I ran my finger in and out of my snatch the way he had done, then I pulled it out and brought it up to my face. I sniffed at it, but couldn't detect any odor whatsoever. I darted my tongue out and licked at my finger, then shoved it into my mouth arid sucked on it. It just wasn't the same at all..
On Monday, at school, I looked for the boy. When I found him, he was with a group of other boys, one of them, the younger kid who had helped him take my panties down. I stood some distance away from them, just looking at the boy. Finally, he noticed me. He pointed toward me, and when the boys looked my way, they giggled.
I blushed, because I was sure he head told them about my sucking his cock. I found out later he had not done this, but told of taking my panties down instead.
After school was out, I waited for the boy. I knew that my mother would not be home; she had gone to meet my father for dinner with a client and they wouldn't be home until after sundown. I had been unable to concentrate on my school work, thinking of the sensation I had gotten from having his cock inside my mouth ... and I wanted to do it again.
I waited on the corner for him, and when he came down the walk, he saw me and whispered to the younger boy with him, then the boy came toward me alone.
"Do you ... you want to go home with me?" I asked him somewhat shyly.
"You gonna put my prick in your mouth again?" he asked.
"I ... maybe," I said, looking directly at his crotch. It seemed to me that I would see the outline of his prick beneath his pants, but that was silly. His cock wasn't big enough.
"Okay ... let's go," he said.
When we entered the living room of my house, he again asked me if I was going to put his cock in my mouth. I was trembling with excitement by this time ... and my lips already felt sensitive. I licked them nervously.
Neither of us said another word. It seemed as I was being controlled by something ... someone ... and I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He worked his fist back and forth on it for a minute, and it started getting hard. Then I took it in my own hand and jacked it a moment. Finally, I couldn't wait another second. I leaned forward and sucked his prick-into my mouth. Immediately my sense seemed to whirl around inside my brain. It tasted delicious! It seemed better than two days ago and I started sucking my lips up and down it swiftly. Since it was small, I could get all of it into my mouth pressing my nose against his pants.
"Here," he said after a minute, "let me do it."
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I stopped sucking and then he began to work his hips back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth.
"This is mouth fucking," the boy said, grunting.
Whatever it was, I loved it! I stayed there on my knees and let him thrust his prick in and out of my mouth. He was doing it kind of violently, and I had to grip his hips to keep my balance. My lips and inner cheeks seemed extremely sensitive while he was doing this, and my tongue moved of its own volition, swirling around his prick as he fucked my mouth. I could feel a tremendous pressure in the pit of my stomach ... a wonderful pressure ... and I swear that my cunt lips were twitching inside my panties.
Then my parents walked in the door.
Both the boy and I were so involved, neither of us heard them.
"What the hell...." I heard my father's voice.
"Oh, my God!" my mother gasped.
I jerked my mouth away from the boys cock and stared at them, still on my knees. Then I became frightened. I started to cry and the boy ran past my parents and out the door, his cock still standing out of his pants.
I don't know how long my mother and father stood there, looking at me. They didn't say anymore. Finally I stood up and went straight to my bedroom, flung myself down on my bed and waited. I figured one or the other would be in soon and I would have my ass beat raw.
But no one came in.
I didn't go down for my dinner that evening, but stayed in my room, too ashamed to face my mother and father. About nine o'clock, I turned out my light and crawled under the blankets. I was still worried about my punishment ... I knew they would get to me sooner or later.
I don't know what time it was, but it was real dark outside when I heard my bedroom door open. I lay as still as I could, hoping they would think I was asleep and not bother me this night. I opened my eyes a bit so I could see if it was my mother or father, desperately hoping it wouldn't be my mother, because she always spanked harder than Daddy.
Keeping my eyes slitted, I saw my father standing at the side of my bed. He was in his shorts and stood there looking down at me. I started to tremble despite myself. I didn't want him to know I was awake, hoping this would put off my punishment. I thought it strange that Daddy would be standing there in his shorts. I had never seen him like this before.
In the dim light, I saw him lean over my bed. Then, to my surprise, he lifted the blankets and pushed them to the foot of my bed. My nightgown had hiked up past my hips during my tossing and turning, and I knew I was fully exposed to him. I suddenly felt ashamed of having him see me this way. I wanted to shove my gown down, but if I did that, he would know I was awake and then he would whip my butt.
Suddenly I was shocked.
I felt Daddy's hand on my belly, and I couldn't keep it from quivering. If he was going to spank me, he was sure going about it in a strange way. Then I felt his fingertips moving on my belly, moving down toward my naked pussy. I felt his fingertips touch me there ... sliding up and down the slit gently. He pulled the pussy lips apart and started stroking my clitoris, and I could hardly keep from shivering with the wonderful sensation he was creating in me. Then I received another shock.
In the dim light, I saw his cock stiffen up inside his shorts. While he was stroking my clitoris, Daddy reached into the fly of his shorts and pulled his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around it and started jerking back and forth. Although I couldn't see very well, I could see well enough to know that he had an enormous prick. It was so huge, and I had no idea a boy's cock could get so big.
For a long time Daddy stood there, playing with his cock and feeling of my pussy, and finally I couldn't stay still any longer. My mouth went dry again, and the nerves started tingling and I wanted to lick my lips badly. I started twitching and moaning on the bed. Daddy jerked his hand away from my cunt quickly, his other hand still on his cock, but not moving up and down any longer. I struggled to quiet myself, still pretending to be asleep. Finally, Daddy reached out and started rubbing my pussy again.
Every nerve in my mouth was going crazy, and I suddenly threw all caution out the window. I reached up one hand and cupped my palm around the huge swollen head of his cock. It must have startled Daddy, because he jumped as if he had been burned.
"Please ... Daddy, let me...." I whispered loudly. "Let me touch it! Let me feel of it ... just for a minute, Daddy!"
"I ... I didn't know you were awake, Suzette," Daddy said, his voice low and thick.
"Let me touch it, Daddy," I pleaded, running my palm over the smooth head. I could feel a warm moisture there, and for some reason it felt awfully nice on my hand. "Just one time ... I want to, Daddy! You can feel me again ... please, put your hand down there again ... let me play with it!"
Daddy sat down on the edge of my bed, but he didn't put his cock away.
"Listen, Suzette," he said in a loud whisper, "we must be very quiet. I'll let you play with it ... but don't make any noise."
I knew he didn't want us to wake my mother up. Then he took his hand away from his cock and let me touch it. Oh, it was huge! It was really a monster ... so thick ... so long ... so very hard! I could hardly get my fingers around it, that was how thick it was.
"Can I see it, Daddy? Huh ... let me see it!" I pleaded.
"You like it, huh?" he chuckled. "Just like your mother, aren't you, baby? Well ... if you want to see it, you shall."
He reached out and clicked on my bedside lamp. I lifted myself up on one elbow and stared down at the enormous prick. It was beautiful! I had never seen anything like it in my entire life. The skin was pulled way back from the head, and that was such a large, smooth thing, I couldn't see how he could keep it hidden in his pants all the time. I fondled it gently, feeling every inch of it. There was some slimy, clear liquid dripping from the slit, and I touched it and smeared it around his cock head. Daddy sighed and started to play with my pussy again. I reached inside his shorts and pulled out a pair of very hairy balls. They looked awfully heavy to me, and I lifted them in my hand, bouncing them up and down, then I squeezed them, thrilling to the sensation of just handling such wonderful things.
I opened the fly of his shorts and exposed all of his cock and balls. There was a mass of hair surrounding the base, and I pulled on the strands gently. Then I wrapped my fingers around his cock again and started jacking him off. Daddy was moaning and rubbing furiously at my slit, trying to work a linger between the lips.
"Want to kiss it, baby?" Daddy said hoarsely. "Want to kiss it the way you were doing that kid's this afternoon?"
"Golly ... I don't...."
I couldn't see how it would be possible for me to take that huge monster between my lips. It was just too big ... too thick ... too hard. My tongue-of its own volition-started licking over my dry lips. I gazed at the tip of his prick, trying to think of some way I could get it into my mouth.
"Go on, baby," Daddy urged. "Try it ... it's a much nicer cock than the little thing you were kissing this afternoon. My cock can do things that the boy's can't. Go ahead ... kiss the tip ... run your tongue over it."
"I don't think ... don't think I can," I whispered back at him. "It's so big, Daddy ... I could never get it in my mouth."
"Lick it, baby ... lick the head with your tongue."
I leaned down over his lap, his cock head almost in my face. I ran my tongue out and fluttered it around the smooth flesh, tasting the fluid that was seeping from the tiny slit there. Almost right away, my brain flared into a roaring fire. I couldn't see ... couldn't feel ... couldn't move. My tongue seemed extremely sensitive then, and it seemed to be the only feeling I had in my whole body. The taste of that juice was out of this world! I began licking all over the smooth head of his cock, licking up the fluids there. Then, after I had cleaned it completely, I started after the seeping stuff at the sliit. I tried my best to work my tongue into the slit, but that was impossible. Still ... I was getting the juice from him. It was slimy, but so good! I wanted more. I opened my lips as far as I could, then placed them down on the tip of his cock. Try as I did, I could not get more than most of the head into my mouth. I couldn't even get my lips past the swollen ridge. Making the best of what I could get, I sucked the tip of his prick as hard as I could, my tongue licking insanely at the seeping hole. I was shivering violently, thrilling to the sensations of pleasure that was filling my mouth.
"Jack it, baby," Daddy grunted, his fingers working furiously at my pussy. "Jack it with your hand while you suck the head!"
I twisted around on the bed until I was on my knees, keeping his cock head between my lips. I grasped his prick in one hand, jerking it up and down swiftly. My other hand cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. I was sure-in some dark part of my mind-that if I kept this up long enough, something wonderful would happen ... something that would thrill Daddy and me both.
Daddy leaned over so he could pet and caress my naked ass-cheeks while I leaned into his lap, sucking and tonguing his cock. I was almost out of my mind with what I was doing. I didn't think of it as belonging to my Daddy at all ... I only thought of it as a huge, delicious cock ... a cock unattached to anything ... a cock that was giving me pleasure ... that was making my mouth so sensitive that I was rippling and shuddering with violent spasms of intense pleasure.
Holding my lips tightly around the swollen head of his cock, I worked my tongue furiously at the hole, my fist jacking up and down the pulsating shaft, my other hand grasping and tugging and squeezing at his balls. Then something happened.
At first I thought I had hurt him in some way. Daddy grunted and arched his crotch up against my face ... his cock seemed to swell up even more inside my mouth ... then something spurted out of the tip. It was hot and thick and very slimy. Thinking I had hurt him, I started to lift away, but he put the back of his hand on my head and held me there. The thick stuff was spurting from the tip of his cock in long, squirting streams now. I didn't know what to do. It started running between my lips and his cock, soaking my still jacking hand. Then, I became aware of the taste ... and went completely out of my mind! It was delicious ... absolutely delicious! I started swallowing, gurgling and whimpering, my tongue licking furiously at the spewing hole. I gulped as much of it as I could down into my stomach-, but I couldn't take it all ... couldn't swallow fast enough. Most of it ran down the sides of his cock and over my hand, all the way to his hairy balls.
"Enough, baby," Daddy gasped, pulling my face away from his now soft cock. "That's enough ... stop ... don't!"
Although I had not realized it, I was still sucking his cock insanely, trying my level best to get more of that delicious juice. I pulled my-lips away and looked at the mess we had made. Daddy had slumped back on my bed, his cock laying on one thigh, coated with the fluid. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the slimy juice from it. Then, without a word, I leaned over and used my tongue to clean his cock and balls. I was amazed that the white, thick stuff tasted so good ... and I wanted more and more of it.
After a while, Daddy sat up on the bed. He reached out and caressed my cheek, looking at me with love in his eyes. Then he did something he had not done in a very long time. Daddy leaned over and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me.
"Baby ... my baby," he said softly. "Do you know what we've done?"
"Yes," I grinned at him, not a bit ashamed of myself. "But Daddy ... what happened to you? What was that stuff that I made come out? Does it always happen like that? Can you do it again?"
"Hey, slow down," he chuckled. "I couldn't do it again for a while, Suzette. What I did was come in your mouth ... you know what come is, don't you?"
I told him I didn't know anything, and he started explaining the facts of lie to me. I listened, wide-eyed, and when he was finished, I told him I couldn't understand why a woman would want a man to come inside her cunt when she could have more fun taking it in her mouth.
"Does Mommy suck your cock, Daddy?" I asked him, using the words he had told me to say. "Does she like to suck your prick?"
"She loves it, baby."
"Can she do it as good as I can?" For some reason I was jealous of my mother doing this to Daddy. I wanted to be the only girl to suck him off.
"Oh, she's a fine cock sucker, baby," Daddy said, then he saw the expression on my face. "But don't you worry your pretty little head off ... with a bit more experience, you'll make a first class cock sucker, too."
Daddy was right, of course. After that night, during which he cautioned me not to say anything to anyone, including my mother, he would come to my room four or five nights a week, and I would suck him off. Once, when he and I were doing the dishes and mother was in the living room, I wanted to suck his cock off so much, I just dropped to my knees and pulled it out. Then, standing there by the sink, with me on my knees, I sucked him off. Of course, it was a dangerous thing to do, but I just couldn't wait for night. Then another time I sucked his cock off in the car. He had taken me to a birthday party, and right there in front of the girl's house, I pulled his cock out and went down on it while he sat behind the wheel. We were taking terrible chances, we knew, but Daddy and I loved what we were doing and couldn't stay away from each other.
After almost ten months of sucking his prick, I was finally able to get my lips past the ridge of his cock head, but no more. He had taught me how to use my tongue ... licking the full shaft ... swirling around the head ... and even had me lick and suck on his balls. By then I was quite an expert at sucking a cock. I stopped messing around with small boys. After all, they couldn't come in my mouth and that was what I wanted ... next to just holding the cock between my lips.
Of course Daddy never tried to fuck me. I was too little anyway. Sometimes he would rub the head of his prick up and down my pussy, but it didn't feel anything like taking it in my mouth. I enjoyed it when he would come on my cunt, and I would smear it all over the slit and stuff some of it inside me, but our preference was cock sucking.
Mother never did-as far as I know-find out about what Daddy and I were doing with each other.
As you know, I was the only child, and mother and I used to bathe together frequently. I had never paid much attention to her genitals during those times. Then, when I started sucking Daddy's cock, I became interested in my mother's pussy. When we were naked and in the tub, I would find various excuses to brush my hands across her hairy slit. I became bolder at this within a month after sucking Daddy off for the first time. He had told me of how boys and girls fuck, naturally, and I was interested in how such a small hole could take such a monstrous prick inside it. I knew Daddy couldn't get his cock inside me, and I had the idea that mother's pussy was the same size.
Then, after almost a year of me finding excuses to touch my mother's cunt every so often, I decided I would like to see if it tasted like Daddy's cock. But how to achieve this purpose, I didn't know.
Mother and I were in the tub, and I went fishing for the soap. Of course, I knew where the soap was all the time. It was in my hand. We were facing each other and I started working my hand around underneath the water as if I was searching for the soap. I made a stab between mother's thighs and felt her pussy there. Instead of taking my hand away, I quickly shoved a finger between her cunt lips. Mother gasped, her eyes opening wide and staring at me.
"Suzette! What in the world are you ... "
"I giggled, then pulled my finger out. "Does Daddy stick his finger in there, Mommy?" I asked boldly.
"Where did you get such ideas, child?"
"Well ... does he?"
She stared for a long time at me, and before she knew what I was doing, I thrust a finger into her pussy again, then I started fucking it in and out with quick stabs. She gasped again, her mouth opening. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I felt her trembling. Her thighs closed around my hand, capturing it with my finger far into her pussy. I wriggled my finger around inside her, and she jerked her hips around.
"Do you like this, Mommy?" I asked her, watching her face intently. "Do you like me feeling of you this way?"
"Ohhh ... oh, my God!" she moaned. "This is ... is wrong ... terrible. Suzette ... you mustn't ... don't do this ... please, dear ... take your finger out! Ohhh ... you can't understand ... what you're doing ... to me."
Mother's pussy began to get warm and slippery. I could feel the lips twitching around my finger, a sort of biting, sucking action. I ran my other hand under the water and felt around until I located her clitoris. I took it between my finger and thumb and started rolling and pinching it. Mther's face contorted with pleasure at what I was doing to her. Her tits, up out of the water, were jiggling from her frantic movements, the nipples standing firm and erect. I swear those white titties looked ready to burst. I continued finger fucking her, all the time rubbing and pinching her clitoris, and finally she shuddered violently, then slumped against the rim of the tub, her eyes closed and her tits heaving up and down. Her cunt had become extremely wet and slippery when she came ... and I was excited by what I had done.
After a long time, mother opened her eyes and stared at me. They were somewhat glassy, and she was breathing raggedly.
"Why did you do that, Suzette?" she asked.
"I don't know ... didn't you like it, Mommy?
"Oh, God! It was terrible ... you shouldn't have," then her face smiled, her eyes glowing. "Yes, honey ... I did like it. I just don't understand, that's all."
I watched as mother got out of the tub. She took a huge towel and started drying her body. I watched her, thinking how beautiful she was. My mother is not one of those women who let themselves get fat and sloppy. She is slender and long legged. Her waist is very narrow and she has a compact, tight ass. Her tits did not sag and droop like many women in their thirties. They stood proud and firm on her chest, with lovely pink nipples ... the way my titties are now. We're the same size now, you know, and I can wear her clothes, too. Even our bras fit each other.
Well, I watched her dry herself, then when she started working the towel between her slim thighs, drying her pussy, that was where I looked. She had a very lovely patch of cunt hair ... thicker and more luxurious than my own. The strands were long ... very long. I've heard tell that long cunt hair on a girl indicates she is very passionate ... is that true?
Whether it's true or not, it's true with my mother ... she's terribly passionate.
I watched her until she finished with the towel, then I stepped out of the tub and dried myself. Mother had pulled a robe over her body, but before she could belt it, I pulled it open. .
"Can I see it, Mommy?" I asked her.
"Suzette ... oh, my baby," she said in a strange voice. "Don't you think we've done enough?"
"Please, Mommy," I pleaded with her, looking down at the thick hair. "I've never seen what a woman-a grown woman-looks like down there."
"Well ... maybe just a peek, dear."
I squatted down in front of her. Mother opened her thighs a bit and let me look at her pussy. I could hardly see the pink lips because her cunt hair was so thick and long. I reached out to part the hair, and she started trembling all over again. She didn't say anything ... just stood there with her thighs apart while I gazed at the pink lips of her cunt. I reached one finger out and pulled the lips apart, exposing her clitoris. It was small and shiny. I touched it with my fingertip, and mother shuddered, her hips jerking.
"No, dear," she said, trying to shove my hand away. "That's enough now ... you mustn't touch me there ... no, don't ... please, honey ... ohhh ... I can't stand it! Suzette ... what are you ... doing? Stop that ... turn it loose!"
I had taken her clitoris between finger and thumb again, and was pinching it while I thrust the finger of my other hand far into the still slippery lips. Mother's body shivered, and although she was telling me to stop feeling her pussy, she was arching it toward me. I looked up at her and saw she was squeezing her own titties in her hands, pulling at the sensitive nipples. Her eyes were closed and she had her tongue sticking part way out of her mouth, biting down on it. I continued finger fucking her and rubbing at the tiny clitoris. Soon she was rolling her hips around in a tight circle, gyrating them as though she was getting fucked.
Finally, she became so weak she could no longer stand. She moved back from my hands, but ever so slowly. Then she sat down on the toilet seat, shoving her cunt toward me. She threw her slender thighs wide open ... real wide ... and the tendons located close to her pussy popped out. Her ass was barely on the toilet, hanging over the edge.
"Ooooo ... honey ... oh, that's nice," she whimpered softly, squirming her ass around on the toilet. "Ohhh, Suzette ... finger me ... finger my cunt! Stick it in my pussy ... finger fuck me, darling ... do something ... Ohhh, I'll ... I'll come! I'll come ... if you keep that up! Ohhh ... darling, darling, darling ... finger fuck my hot cunt ... Ohhh, yes ... yes ... yes...."
I wasn't feeling very much, just the pleasure of doing this for her and seeing the pussy lips twitch and quiver around my finger. That was enough pleasure for me. I could see the juice dripping from her pussy, smearing her quivering asscheeks as she humped up and down in rhythm to my fucking finger. That was when I got the idea to taste her pussy.
Apparently, mother got the same idea, because she started whispering, "Kiss it for me, Suzette ... put your lips on my pussy ... kiss it for me ... make me come, darling ... use your tongue ... lick my cunt ... Ohhh ... do ... please do it for me ... I'm so fucking hot! I want to get fucked ... get my cunt licked ... sucked ... anything ... Ohhh, do it, do it!"
I leaned in close between her widely spread thighs, now on my knees. I shoved my face into her pussy, and planted a wet kiss directly on her cunt. Mother trembled violently and grabbed the back of my head, working her steamding pussy up and down my face, covering my mouth, nose and eyes with the hair--rimmed slit. I snaked my tongue out and tasted the dripping juice of her. It was different altogether from the taste of Daddy's come, but I liked it just the same. There was something exotic about it ... something hard to describe. I ran my hands along the smooth surfaces of her inner thighs, then clutched each cheek of her ass in my palms, holding her butt as she squirmed and writhed against my face. I twirled my tongue around her pulsating clitoris, using the same technique Daddy had taught me to use on his cock. I opened my lips and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, chewing and licking it until mother was almost insane with the exquisite pleasure I was creating in her body.
"Inside ... stick your tongue inside my cunt, darling," she murmured, arching her pussy upwards. "Tongue me ... tongue fuck my cunt ... Ohhh, baby ... darling ... sweatheart ... honey ... Ohhh, this is wicked ... tongue fucking your own mother! But, I can't ... I just can't help it ... it's so wonderful ... so delicious ... Ohhh ... suck me ... suck my pussy ... eat me, Suzette ... lick my mother fucking hot pussy!"
I had never heard my mother use such words before, but the more she used them, the harder I worked at her snatch. I stabbed my tongue as far into her pussy as it would go, then began thrusting it in and out swiftly, clutching hard at her twisting ass-cheeks. I tongue fucked her until I felt the hairy lips convulse.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" Mother screamed, pulling my face harder into her soaked pussy. "Ohhh ... I'm coming, sweatheart ... tongue me faster ... faster ... lick ... suck ... cunt ... suck cunt ... lick pussy ... tongue fuck my coming ... coming ... coming pussy!"
She lifted her thighs and crooked her knees across my shoulders, squeezing them tightly around my face. I could hardly breathe, but I was so happy to be doing this I didn't care. I tongued hard and fast at her steaming cunt, working my tongue up and down her clitoris, then stabbing it in and out of her spasming pussy hole. I continued doing this until she slumped in total exhaustion, her ass still hanging off the toilet. When she relaxed her thighs parted and I was able to pull my face from her quivering pussy. My face was smeared with her come juice, but I didn't mind at all.
I dressed and left her sitting on the toilet. I knew she wouldn't protest when I wanted to lick her twat again ... the same as Daddy always let me suck his cock.
After that, I was sucking a beautiful prick almost every night, and during the day I was eating mother's pussy. Once or twice, Daddy licked my little hairless snatch, but it didn't do a thing for me. My kicks came from sucking his big prick and swallowing the come from his balls. Mother never sucked my pussy until I was thirteen years old.
When I started having my periods, mother explained the facts of life to me all over again, not knowing that Daddy had already done so. Neither of them knew what I was doing with the other. Maybe they're afraid to tell each other, I don't know. I wish they would, though. I think it would be fun to suck them both all of us in the same bed together.
Well, this cunt and cock sucking continued. Then, when I was fourteen years old, Daddy said he wanted to fuck me. I didn't much want that, but he said I should fuck a man at least once so I would know what it felt like. I agreed, and he busted my cherry. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but after the pain was gone, it felt sort of nice. He fucked me and shot his load up my cunt, too ... but I told him I prefer taking the load in my mouth.
Daddy not only enjoyed having his cock sucked off, but he liked to fuck also. I didn't mind if he fucked me, but like I said, I wanted to take his come in my mouth.
One day, when he was fucking me in my bedroom-mother was gone someplace-I told him not to come in my pussy, but to pull it out just before he shot off and let me take it in my mouth. He thrust his cock in and out of my pussy, telling me how tight I was and all that shit. He had his hands on my ass and had me bent almost double on the bed, with my knees on my shoulders. When I felt his cock start to jerk around, I said, "Take it out! Take it out of my cunt, Daddy ... shoot in my mouth ... come in my mouth, please!"
He jerked his prick from my cunt then, and in a swift motion, arched his body across my face. I opened up my lips to cover the swollen, pussy-juice wet head, when all of a sudden he started gushing. I didn't get my lips around his cock, but I did take the full load into my mouth and down my throat. It was then I experienced a strange reaction. While he was squirting his come into my mouth that way ... his cock not even touching my lips ... I felt my pussy twitching like mad, then I was coming. That's right ... while I swallowed his come, it triggered my own come! And he wasn't even touching me.
I started dating when I was fourteen, also. Daddy didn't want me to, but mother took my side and he reluctantly agreed. I was quite happy to start dating, because-unlike most girls-it meant I would have the opportunity to try sucking other cocks besides my Daddy's.
After I had a few dates, mother would ask me if I let the boys fuck me. I told her no, I didn't do that.
"That's something you should do, Suzette," she told me. "I don't much care about my daughter getting herself fucked in the back seat of some boy's car, but let's face it, you've been eating pussy for years now. I don't want you to become a Lesbian."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Mommy," I told her. "When the boys get out of hand and try to fuck me ... why, I just suck them off."
"You what?"
"I suck their cock's off," I repeated.
"Oh," she said. "Well ... I suppose that's better than nothing. At least it shows you aren't a Lesbian. Tell me ... do you enjoy sucking their little pricks?"
"Oh, yes!" I squealed. "Especially when they come in my mouth. I like that better than anything! It makes me come, too."
"It does?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with interest.
"Oh yes! My panties get awfully soaked. I just love sucking cock, Mommy."
"Hmmmm ... you know, I do to," she said.
Knowing that she already did so frequently, but she not knowing I knew, I asked, "Do you suck Daddy's prick very often, Mommy?"
"Oh my yes ... your father is crazy about having his cock sucked. Also, he's a very good cunt lapper, I might add."
"Does he lick your pussy as nicely as I do?"
"Oh, he's a real expert, darling ... but let's don't talk about what your father and I do in bed. It isn't nice."
"Why isn't it?" I asked. "After all, you and I do it ... and I suck the boy's I got out with. What's the difference?"
"Well ... I really don't know. It just seems that we shouldn't discuss what your father and I do with each other in bed, that's all."
"Does he fuck you all the time?" I persisted.
"Oh, you little minx," mother teased me. "Yes, he does. He fucks me almost every night, if you must know. And I suck his cock two and three times a week. And he eats my pussy just as often. Now ... are you satisfied?"
"Is that all you do? Don't you jack him off sometimes ... don't he finger fuck you?"
"Oh, you ... you inquisitive little cunt!" she laughed. "Of course we do those things."
"Have you ... have you ever let him ... well, have you ever taken his cock up your asshole, Mommy?"
"What give you such an idea?"
"Well ... one of the boys I went out with-when I wouldn't let him fuck me-said he didn't care for cock sucking. He wanted to stick his prick up my asshole, but I wouldn't let him. I-did let him stick his finger up there, but it hurt me terribly."
She laughed. "Well ... don't take it in your ass if it hurts, darling. But to answer your question, yes ... your father has fucked me there. It hurt me at first, but I've grown to enjoy it very much. Of course, you don't have to fuck that way, if you don't want."
I eventually allowed myself to be fucked up my asshole, but I didn't enjoy it a bit. I've let a few boys fuck me, too, using my cunt ... but I'd rather suck them any day. My pleasure is sucking cock ... not fucking. So far, I've never lapped another girl's pussy except my mother's. I suppose one of these days I'll get the opportunity to do so. I've discussed eating cunt quite a bit with my mother, and she tells me to go ahead, but that I should watch myself so that I don't start preferring pussy to cock.
I've also spoke to my father about sucking cunt-without letting him know about doing it to mother of course. He agrees that I should experience the taste of pussy ... that I should try all manners of sex until I decide which is best for me. But, at the same time, he tells me that I should stay with sucking cock and let myself get fucked occasionally. He tells me that boys and men enjoy having a girl suck them off ... that it makes them closer together than just fucking. I don't know if it does or not. I do know, though, that the boys I've dated so far prefer it to fucking me.
I guess I'll always be a cock sucker.
Suzette is a widely experienced oralist now. She gives no evidence of guilt about her incestual oralism, even to the Lesbian actions with her mother. It is difficult to determine whether or not her parents evidence any guilt feelings about their incestual involvement, but if we can draw a conclusion from the statements of Suzette, they do not.
CHAPTER TWO
The following case deals with a young widow and her fourteen-year-old son. The woman, being without sexual satisfaction for some years, developed an intense interest in young boys ... the friends her son had hanging around their house almost constantly.
She is an artist of some repute, a very good painter and it is my understanding that some of her oils command high prices. She does not do landscapes, but uses her son as a model. Sometimes he poses as a Greek god ... a Roman warrior ... a South Seas savage. On a few occasions, she has used other models, but seldom. She earns an adequate income from the sale of her oils, and therefore is quite comfortable.
She and her son live on the West Coast, in a beach house with huge sky-lights in the studio portions where she paints. There is a glass wall overlooking the small stretch of beach and ocean from the studio, and she has used this scene many times in her paintings.
Marlyn is a tall, statuesque woman not yet forty, slender of thigh and arms, with a narrow waist and firm, high-riding breasts. Her hips are rounded and flare seductively beneath the short skirts she is addicted to. Her buttocks are small and boyish, yet swell outward with a feminine sweep, only to tuck smoothly into her extraordinarily long thighs. Any other woman would be considered skinny, but Marlyn is willowy and desirable. She has jet black hair that is tied into a bun on most occasions at the back of her head. The glasses she wears, instead of creating a school-teacherish look to her face, emphasize the dark, smoldering glitter of her lovely eyes. When one looks directly at her, they can see the sensual expressions and passion hiding behind them.
Her lips are full, naturally pink and healthy, with a small nose that curls daintily on the very tip. She is very lovely, a very attractive female. Her face and body, alone, is enough to arouse the primitive instincts in men, but it is her dark eyes that give her passionate nature away. Behind them lurks untold pleasures to be had ... promises of exquisite sexual delights to the man who can break the barrier she has placed around her.
Unfortunately, the only ones who can burst through this barrier are young boys ... boys of fourteen and fifteen-especially her son, Richard. For him, she has no barrier. She is vulnerable to anything he wants to do with her ... anything!
Richard is tall for his age, and probably has not yet reached his full height. He, like his mother, is dark; has black hair, olive tinted flesh, and is quite well built. If there is one defect-if such can be considered a defect-it is his unusually large penis. It seems that Richard's organ is almost twice the size of a normal man's, let along a young boy's.
I used to sit in my studio and watch the young boys playing on the beach. Richard always had his friends hanging around the house, and they would go out there and play football and that sort of thing. Usually, they would be in trunks, and I would sit there and hope to get a glimpse of those bulging cocks ... those young, strong cocks.
You see, since my husband passed away, I had nothing to do with other men. Maybe if I had gone out, then I wouldn't have become involved in the mess I did with Richard and his friends. Still, I don't think I would have given up those things for anyone-I enjoyed it too much.
I knew my son was masturbating-jacking off, if you will-by this time, and since his bedroom was right next to mine. I could hear him sometimes. Just hearing him grunt when he was jacking off would be so exciting, I would find myself lifting my gown and fingering my cunt. Finally, it go so bad I just had to see him ... see him jack off ... see his cock ... see his young, strong sperm gush out.
Now, I had never been strongly oral. When my husband was alive, I would suck his cock off on occasion, but it never did much for me. Like all men, though, he thoroughly enjoyed having me use my mouth on his prick. I did enjoy having his cock inside my pussy ... getting fucked by him was the most thrilling thing in the world.
Finally, one night when I could hear him beating his meat, I became so excited I had to get out of bed and slip quietly to his door. Fortunately for me, the door was open just a crack, and I peered in at him. He had the light on and was lying on his back. I was startled when I saw the size of his prick. It was huge! I mean ... his cock was larger than my husband's ... larger than any I had ever seen before, which was not many.
He was laying there on his back, holding his cock in his hand and jacking his fist up and down swiftly. Immediately I felt the juices flowing from my pussy, and I became intensely aroused. I could have stayed there for hours, just watching my son jack off, but unfortunately it didn't last all that long.
While I was watching, he suddenly arched his hips up off the bed, and I believe his cock swelled up even larger. Then, all of a sudden, the while stuff came flying out of the tip, shooting high in the air, only to fall back and splatter on his stomach and thighs. I know this sounds insane, but when I saw his come start gushing out that way, I experienced a tremendous orgasm myself.
I wanted to stay and watch him clean up, but I was so weak and dizzy, I had to rush back to my bed. Once I was under the blankets, I had to furiously finger fuck myself to another orgasm. It was one of the most intense climaxes I had experienced in years.
After that, I would try to watch Richard jack off when ever I could. I was becoming quite interested in his cock by this time, as you well know. Of course, I knew my interest wasn't healthy, that it was incestual desires, but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was trying to devise some way I could get my hands on his beautiful, overly large prick. I found myself wondering what it would feel like inside my mouth ... how it would feel when he spurted so forcefully against the back of my throat. Not once did I think of how it would be inside my pussy ... it was only in my mouth that I wanted it.
One day, I was waiting for my son to come out of the one bathroom we have. I had held off urinating as long as I could because I was trying to finish up the painting, and was afraid I would lose the mood if I left it even for a minute. Then, when I had the time, Richard was in the bathroom.
When he came out, he grinned at me and said, "Okay, Mom ... all yours."
I went in and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. Maybe it was an unconscious desire on my part, I don't know. Anyway, I didn't lock the door as usual. I went to the toilet and lifted up my smock and pulled my panties down. I started to sit down on the stool, then remembered that Richard always lifted it when he urinated. I turned to lower the stool, but it was already down. And there, right on the edge, was a blob of thick white come juice. Right away I knew he had been jacking off, and some of his come had landed on the stool. For some strange reason, I wiped it up with one finger, then held it close to my face. I felt hot and cold at the same time, flushing with desire. I sat down on the toilet and started urinating, just looking at that white smear on my finger. Then, hardly realizing what I was doing, I brought my finger to my lips and tasted of the come. Oh God! Right away I had a tremendous orgasm! And I was still urinating, too!
After that, I started looking for evidence of his emissions, finding them on his sheets and in the bathroom. Usually the sperm would be cold by the time I found it, but still I would wipe it up and lick my fingers. If I knew Richard was out of the house, I would sometimes lift my skirt and shove the finger with his cream on it into my pussy, then I would masturbate myself furiously.
After about a week, I began finding globs of his sperm-still warm-on the stool of the toilet if I would enter it immediately after he left. Although I was totally unaware of it at the time, my son had discovered what I was doing, and began coming off so that I could find the full load. I found out later that he had observed what I was doing one day when he started into his bedroom while I was just wiping up some of his cool sperm. He saw me lick it from my fingers and then masturbate myself furiously. Of course, he didn't see my genitals since I had my back to him, but he knew what I was doing.
Strange as it seems, my son began jacking off more often then, leaving the globs of sperm on the toilet seat for me, knowing I would enter as soon as he left. I still-unconsciously, I'm sure-did not lock the door. I would enter the toilet and look immediately for his still warm sperm, wipe it up with my fingers, lick it off with my tongue, then masturbate myself.
The way I would do it in the bathroom is to lift my skirt around my waist and remove my panties completely, then I would sit on the stool, propping my feet on it and hold my knees wide. Then I would rub my clitoris with one hand and thrust my fingers of the other hand in and out of my exicted pussy. During these times, I paid no attention to anything but what pleasure I was inducing in myself. Therefore, I had no idea that my son was opening the bathroom door and watching me finger fuck myself.
This went on for a couple of weeks-me watching him jack off when ever I had the chance, him watching me wipe up his sperm and lick it off, then finger myself to orgasm. I didn't know he was watching me, but he knew everything I was doing. It's hard to say, under the circumstances, who initiated intercourse-him or I.
Then, one day while I was posing him for a painting I was doing, I inadvertently-again unconscious?-exposed his enormous balls.
The painting I was trying to do consisted of a Roman gladiator, standing triumphantly with a kneeling slave girl offering him a bowl of fruit. For the slave girl, I had hired a professional model ... a young thing hardly in her twenties. She was very pretty, with cascading golden hair and a pouty little mouth. As it turned out, she also was a sexy little thing.
I had my son and the girl dressed in togas for the painting. While she was kneeling before him, I left the canvas for a moment to adjust his. And while I was doing so, I exposed his balls.
Richard never undressed in front of me, but used a dressing screen, and it was the first time he had removed everything, including his shorts. When I found myself staring directly at his sweet balls, hardly six inches in front of my face, I began trembling violently. Immediately I thought of the wonderful load of sperm he was carrying there. I had to stand up and rush back to the easel before I lost control of myself and started fondling those sweet balls. After I sat down on the high stool I use for painting, hiding my flushed face from Richard and the model, I tried to control my flaming emotions.
I heard a gasp, and peered around the edge of the canvas. Then it was my turn to gasp.
The young model also had seen the swinging balls of my son-although she did not know it was my son-she had been unable to control her emotions as well as I. Apparently she was strongly oriented orally ... one of those girls you hear about occasionally that, once they see a prick, can't control themselves. In any event, what I saw was that she had thrown open my son's robe and was eagerly sucking on the head of his huge cock. I could hear the slurping, gurgling sounds she was making. She had my son's balls in one hand, and on her knees before him, was greedily sucking his cock, her golden hair flying around her face as she bobbed back and forth.
Still sitting on my stool, I became so intensely aroused, I could not take my eyes off her stretched lips and the way she was hungrily sucking him. I heard my son sigh heavily, and glanced quickly at his face. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and he was arching his cock toward her mouth eagerly.
That did it.
I forgot he was my son ... that I was his mother ... that it was a stranger sucking his cock ... a golden-haired girl I had never seen before this afternoon. All I could think of was Richard's huge cock being sucked by her. My emotions flared ... my pussy soaking ... my tits swelling into hardness. Without giving a thought to what I was doing, I ripped my painting smock open and hiked my dress to my waist. With a sharp tug, I ripped the skimpy panties from my hips and threw my thighs wide apart, digging my fingers into my extremely sensitive and twitching cunt.
"Move your hair!" I screamed. "Hold your hair away from your face ... let me watch you ... let me see you suck his cock! Ohhh ... let me see you ... suck him!
Ohhh, God ... Ohhh...."
At the sound of my voice, my son opened his eyes and looked at me. A wide grin came over his face and he stared right at my thrusting fingers, watching me finger fuck myself while the girl gobbled hungrily at his prick. She must have heard me, too, because she lifted a hand and brushed her long blonde hair away from her face, hooking it behind her ear. Now I could see the way her mouth was filled until her cheeks were ballooning out, the way her red lips stretched tightly around my son's prick. I didn't care if my son was grinning at the way I was so unashamedly finger fucking myself before him ... all that mattered to me was that I achieved a release while watching him get his blow job.
"I'm gonna come!" Richard gasped, clutching the back of the girl's head. And he did, too.
I saw the girl's throat work furiously, trying to contain all that he offered her, but although she struggled mightily, some of the thick white come escaped her tightly sucking lips and ran over the shaft of his cock. She continued sucking hard until there was no more to be had, then she lifted her face away and looked up at my son, her expression was one of pure lust and adoration.
"Wonderful ... simply wonderful," she sighed softly, fondling his now limp cock gently. "Can you do it again? I would dearly love to have it shoved up my cunt ... try ... try to get hard again, please ... please...."
My senses returned, and I jerked my fingers from my dripping pussy and covered myself. But there wasn't much use in that now. I had already been exposed to my son and the girl. Of course, the mood of painting was gone.
The girl left-at my insistence.
I didn't look at my son the rest of the afternoon. I was ashamed to ... but he trailed me about the house, not saying anything, but finding excuses to brush against me ... against my buttocks ... my tits. When a few of his friends came along and wanted him to go play football on the beach, he refused, saying he was posing.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a tense atmosphere. I was agitated and very nervous. Richard wandered about the house, but never far from me. Then, just before dinner, we ran into each other in the hallway. I was just coming out of my bedroom and he was coming down the hall. I bumped against him ... and the next thing I knew, I had my arms right around him, pressing my body against his and moaning. My son hugged me tight, and my tits crushed at his chest. I shoved my lips to his and before the kiss was over, I had thrust my tongue deeply into his mouth. I didn't know how mcuh experience he had with girls, but when my tongue went into his mouth, he started sucking on it hard. I felt his cock stand up strong and firm against my stomach, and right away I started feeling the sensations of pleasure down there.
After the kiss was over, we stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, then, without a word, we went into my bedroom. Richard sat on the edge of my bed, and I went to my knees before him. I lay my head down in his lap, feeling the young power of his throbbingly hard prick press against my cheek. I wrapped my hands around his hips and held him tight. He stroked the top of my head ... and I started crying.
"Don't cry, Mom," he said gently. "It couldn't be helped ... you know that. It was bound to happen sooner or later. You know it was."
"But it's so wrong, Richard," I told him. "It's incest ... that's what it is! Oh, God, darling ... darling ... I can't help it ... I just can't help myself."
"I know, Mom ... I've seen you," he confessed then. "I've seen you finger yourself many times. I know what you've been doing ... with what I leave for you."
Then, while I kept my cheek pressed against his throbbing hard cock, my son told me of everything ... how he had jacked off and left his come for me ... of watching me wipe it up and lick it off my fingers ... how he would watch me then finger fuck myself ... and that he had wanted for a very long time to come to me ... come to me and let me suck his come out and swallow it.
I was trembling with shame by this time, and he continued stroking the top of my head while he spoke. He undid the bun at the back of my head and let my hair down.
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Mom," he said, running his fingers through my hair. "I've wanted to stick my prick up your cunt for months."
I lifted my head and stared up at him, his face blurry through my tears.
"Oh God! What's happening ... what's wrong with us, Richard?"
"You want me, don't you, Mom? You want my cock, don't you?"
"Oh God! I uo ... I do want it so terribly ... I can't control myself, son! I've seen you jack off ... I've seen you squirt that sweet come out ... wasted it ... and all the time it could have gone into me ... into my pussy ... into my mouth ... up my ass! Wherever you want to put it! Oh, it's so wrong ... so terribly wrong for us ... for us to feel this way."
My son fell silent then, but he continued running his fingers through my hair. Tears were running down my cheeks, getting his pants moist, and that glorious ... beautiful ... delicious ... hard young cock throbbed harder than ever against my cheek. I hardly knew that I was moving my face over the warm bulge, loving it with my cheek. I hardly knew that my hands were clasping at my son's concealed ass ... clawing at the cheeks ... petting them ... caressing and feeling them. My senses were inflamed ... all thought gone ... except that I was feeling his prick against my cheek.
"Did ... did you like that ... what the model did to you this afternoon, son?" I spoke in a soft, shy voice, remembering the way her lips had stretched so deliriously over his firm prick. "Was it good? Did she do it good for you? Was she real good, son?"
"Yes, Mom," he said. "It was good."
I shivered then, and without thinking about what I was doing-afraid I would stop if I did-I pulled my right hand around his hip and lifted my head slightly. I placed my palm down on top of his pulsating cock nestled just beneath his pants, cupping it lovingly, then lay my face down on top of my hand. Richard sighed, his hand tightening on the back of my head. I squeezed his prick then, and felt it jerk with excitement.
There was no turning back now. Every nerve ... every sensation ... flooded my body. This was what I wanted, wrong or not. I lifted my head and, still on my knees before him, I pulled the zipper of his pants. Richard stared down at my hand as I wormed the fingers into his fly, searching ... exploring ... and finally, oh, God! ... there it was! I had my fingers on his smooth, hard cock! My breath caught in my throat as I held the tip of his prick just behind the ridge of the head, pulling ... pulling ... and there it was!
I gasped, gazing down at my son's throbbing, ever so huge prick. It was as though I were seeing it for the first time ... and it was so close to me ... al most touching my nose. I looked at it for a long moment, still holding my two fingers close to the swollen, bulging head. Then I lifted my face and gazed into my son's eyes. His expression was one of intense excitement. His lips hung slack ... his nostrils flaring ... his eyes glassy ... and his sweet, wonderful cock pulsating and dripping that slippery fluid from the inflamed slit in the center of his cock head.
I didn't want my son like this. I mean ... now that the two of us were out of control ... manipulated like puppets on a string, I wanted him naked. I wanted to see every inch of his big, muscular body. I wanted to see his pubic hair ... his heavy balls ... that upright cock in all its naked beauty.
With trembling-but anxious-hands, I unbuckled his belt and the top button on his pants. When I started this, Richard removed his shirt, then lifted his ass slightly. I pulled his pants and shorts down to his feet, then removed them completely. Richard opened his knees then, and still without saying a word, I looked longingly at what I now had exposed to my lusting eyes. My son placed his hands on the bed, leaning back. The movement caused his cock to arch up slightly, and my nerves twitched maddeningly as the tip of his prick touched the end of my nose, leaving a smeary mess of his fluids there.
With feverish hands, I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his enormous cock and started to stroke it gently. Up and down ... up and down ... thrilling to the young power there. My left hand slipped beneath his hairy balls and I hefted them, weighing them. Soon, my right hand was jacking him swiftly, moving all the way down to his hairy crotch, only to jerk upwards until I had the smooth, swollen head in the palm of my hand. My left hand cupped his balls, squeezed them gently, then harder, pulling and tugging at them. Richard moaned slightly, but it wasn't a moan of pain ... it was a moan of delicious pleasure.
"I ... I'm going to do it, son," I said, unable to hold myself back any longer. "I've got to do it ... I've got to kiss this wonderful prick of yours! Please ... please, don't accuse me! Oh God ... don't hate your mother, Richard."
"I won't ... I won't, Mom," he whispered back at me, his voice thick. "Just ... just do it to me!"
With one last swift jerk of my fist on his cock, I held my hand-down against his crotch, keeping a firm grip on the base. Then, with my left hand hanging onto his balls as if my life depended on it, I leaned my face down, then pressed my pursed lips directly on the tip of his oozing prick. I kissed it ... kissed the tip of my son's cock with a moist, loud, suctioning kiss!
Immediatly, my brain flamed into a roaring inferno ... an inferno of intense passion. Holding my lips on the tip of his cock, I moved my tongue out until I had the tip pressing at the small slit there. I could feel the heat of his prick and had the strangest sensation that the cock head had seared the taste buds from my tongue. Of course, that was nonsense, because I could taste all that slippery juice ... could taste the delicate essence of his prick ... of the thing I had gone without for so long.
Now, as I mentioned before, I have never been strongly oriented to the joys of oral sex. But this had been coming on me for weeks ... and I wanted to suck his cock then more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life.
I opened my lips then, but did not take the head of his cock into my mouth. Instead, I swirled the tip of my tongue around it, licking the smooth surface of it. I felt my son tremble as I licked his cock head. I worked my tongue all around it, even down on the ridge. Then, using the flat surface of my tongue, I again went round and round the head of his prick. I was breathing noisily by now, and my pussy was quivering as if I would experience an orgasm at any time. I was seeping juices so copiously that I could feel the crotch of my panties soaked, and some of the mess ran down the insides of my thighs.
I lifted my head then, and gazed again at my son's cock. The only moisture left on the head was my saliva now. I held his firm prick for a moment, then jacked my fist up it. When I had the head in my palm, I pressed it against his rippling stomach, holding it flat. The huge tube on the under surface pulsated like a tiny heart beat. Then, using the flat surface of my tongue again, I pressed it against the base of his cock, almost on his balls. I licked the entire surface of my son's cock then, worming my tongue from one end to the other until I had tasted every throbbing inch of it. By this time I could stand it no longer.
I let his cock stand upwards once more, and gripping it at the base, parted my lips as wide as I could. I closed them over the sensitive head of his cock and created as much suction as I possibly could, my tongue flitted here and there. I sucked up and down on the head of his prick for a few moments, then started sliding my mouth down as far as I could. I caused my cheeks to sink inward so my mouth be tight and warm and moist for him. I felt the smooth cock head slip over the roof of my mouth, then it was at the entrance of my throat.
That was a far as I could go.
Half my son's young cock was buried now inside my mouth, and my lips felt so stretched, I was certain they would never be normal again. Finding I could take no more of his wonderful prick into my mouth, I started sucking him then. I moved my lips up and down slowly at first, letting myself get used to the hugeness there. Now that I had his cock in my mouth, there was no reason to hold it, so I pulled my right hand from the base and slipped it down under his balls until I was clutching one of his ass-cheeks. My face started bobbing up and down swifter ... sucking harder ... tongue flying.
I was gurgling, I know. I could hear myself making slurping sounds on his prick. Richard, too, was almost out of his mind with the pleasure I was giving him. His naked ass began to squirm on the bed, writhing against my hand. He started pumping his cock up and down, fucking into my mouth as I sucked him off.
I'm sure it was because the two of us were so excited by this first blow job I gave him. Anyway, whatever the cause, it did not last long. It seemed that his cock actually became larger still between my lips, and then I was receiving the thing I had been getting second-hand for weeks. I felt the first gush of his come squirt from the head of his cock when it was pressing at the entrance of my throat. Not wanting to lose the taste of his fresh, young come this first time, I quickly sucked upwards until I had the tip only in my mouth. I licked my tongue in hot, swirling circles around the gushing tip, finally fluttering it across the spewing slit. The taste of his thick white come created such an intense passion in me, I also went into a convulsive orgasm at the almost exact instant my son was coming in my mouth. I swallowed quickly, preparing my mouth for the next squirt. I was moaning and whimpering insanely as I drank and sucked and licked and swallowed his delicious tasting come. I continued to suck on his cock until he could shoot no more ... I had taken his full load into my mouth and down into my quivering stomach.
Richard slumped backward in exhaustion, his cock still in my mouth. I lay my head down on his thigh, but not turning loose of that delicious prick. I don't know how long we lay that way, but I finally became aware that I was holding a limp prick between my lips. I gave him one last lick with my tongue, one last suck with my mouth, then lifted away.
Although I had experienced a tremendous orgasm, my pussy was still squirming and quivering in heat. Richard, on his back, had his eyes closed and his naked chest was heaving up and down tiredly. Knowing we had already gone too far to turn back, I quickly lifted my skirt and slipped my soaked panties off. I crawled up on the bed with him, then with my thighs spread widely apart, I squatted down with my naked ass on my heels. Keeping my skirt around my waist, I gazed at the limp cock of my son and began to finger fuck my excited cunt furiously. Maybe it was the rocking motion of the bed, I don't know. Anyway, Richard opened his eyes and saw me wildly finger fucking myself. He stared for a long time at my hair--rimmed pussy, at the plunging fingers going in and out of it.
"Want me to do that for you, Mom?" he asked in a gentle voice.
Without missing a stroke in my cunt, I looked into his staring eyes. I was completely unashamed in my finger fucking ... totally wanton ... not caring that my son was staring between my thighs at my exposed cunt ... at the manner in which I was stimulating myself. After all, by his confession, Richard had already seen me masturbating previously ... and he had seen me do so while the young model sucked his cock off.
Without waiting for me to answer him, my son reached out one hand and began to finger my pulsating, extremely sensitive clitoris that was exposed between the lips of my cunt. At the touch of his fingers on my pussy, I thought I was going to cream again. I arched my crotch forward, plunging two fingers up my snatch while my son rubbed and pinched my clitoris. But I wanted more ... much more than this finger fuck.
"Son ... son, have you ever ... ever used your mouth on a girl?" I asked him in a voice I didn't recognize. "Have you ever ate a girl's cunt? Have you ever tasted a pussy? Ohhh ... please, son ... darling son ... kiss my cunt ... kiss your mother's boiling pussy for her ... eat it ... lick my twat ... suck my goddamn mother fucking ... steaming ... hungry ... greedy cunt!"
Without hesitation, my son nodded his head. I scrambled around on the bed until I was lying on my back, my naked ass hunching up and down as if I was getting myself fucked. Richard jumped around on the bed until he was lying between my widely spread thighs, his face close to my hairy pussy. He looked at it for just a moment, then shoved his face forward. His tongue flew out and began to tickle my inflamed clitoris. He sucked the thing between his lips and nibbled on it, his tongue fluttering around the sensitive tip. I was flowing excitedly again, and when he moved his mouth downward, licking at my quivering cunt lips, he didn't mind the juice at all. Richard licked every bit of the slick juice from my pussy, then he ran his tongue over the inner surfaces of my thighs, cleaning them too.
He returned to my heated cunt then, and slipping his hands around my hips, he clutched my ass-cheeks in his hands and started licking hungrily at my twat. His tongue touched every nook and cranny of my pussy, creating such intense pleasures in me that I was being driven out of my mind.
"Tongue me, darling," I whimpered to him, rolling and twisting my ass against his hands. "Tongue fuck my cunt ... lick it nicely ... suck me off ... the way I sucked your prick off! Eat my snatch ... chew the hot fucking slit ... suck your mother's steaming pussy ... tongue fuck the hole. ... Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... wonderful ... delicious ... so good ... ohhh ... yes ... yes----"
Richard buried his tongue into my pussy, thrusting it in and out while he created a wonderful sucking on the cunt lips. His nose was pressed hard against my sensitive clitoris, and his face was surrounded by the thick black hair of my cunt. His fingers dug between the cheeks of my ass, probing at the constricted hole there. His eyes gazed, glassily, up at mine. I gripped the back of his head and held his sucking, licking face tightly into my twat. I lifted my ass and opened my thighs wider yet, grinding my cunt into his face. Every nerve of my body seemed to be on fire ... raw ... nervy. I started gyrating my crotch at his tongue and lips, and then my pussy began to-of its own volition-clip and nip at his fucking tongue ... as though it was sucking his tongue as he plunged it in and out of my body. Moist slurping sounds came from him, and I was reminded, of all things, of a cat lapping up milk.
"Ohhh, you darling...." I whimpered, rocking my cunt against his face. "You sweet ... sweet darling! Suck it, darling ... suck your mother's cunt! Tongue fuck your mother's cunt! Ohhh ... such a sweet pussy eater ... such a wonderful cunt licker ... eat ... eat ... eat me!"
Richard stabbed time and again into my pussy, swirling his tongue against the slippery walls of my cunt, only to withdraw and lick it over my pulsating clitoris deliciously. I began to have tiny, explosive orgasms then. They came one after another, and my son's face was getting slippery with the seeping fluids. And then ... then, with his tongue buried deeply inside my cunt, I had the strongest, most tremendous climax in my life. My pussy clutched and clasped at his tongue, sucking on it as he tongue fucked me to completion. Finally, I could come no more. My ass fell back to the bed as Richard withdrew his tongue from my exhausted pussy. He raised up on his knees and grinned down at me, his face quite messy. He reached out and petting my cunt gently, then slumped down beside me.
The next morning I woke up and Richard was still there at my side, sleeping soundly. I watched him for a moment, my heart filled with love for this big son of mine. He was still naked, and when I looked down his body, I saw that his cock was standing up hard and stiff. I couldn't resist leaning down over him and kissing that swollen cock head.
He stirred and opened his eyes, smiling at me.
"Good morning, Mom," he said sleepily.
"You have a beautiful hard on this morning, darling," I told him, wrapping my fingers around it and jacking him slowly. "Do you often wake up with such a big prick?"
"Most of the time," he grinned.
"And I suppose you've been jacking it off, haven't you?" I grinned back at him. Neither of us were shy now, speaking openly, using the words without the heat of passion.
"Sometimes," he replied.
"Well ... that will stop now, won't it?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On you, naturally."
"Oh?" I asked quizzically, arching my eyebrows and licking my lips suggestively. "I suppose, after last night, you'll come waving this cock to me every morning, huh?"
"Only if it's hard, Mom."
"Suppose I refuse to suck it? " I teased.
"You won't," Richard said. "And if you do, well, I guess I'll have to start jacking off again ... but I won't leave my come around for you to lick up, either!"
"Are you sure, darling," I whispered, stroking his beautiful cock. "If I refused to suck you off ... would you really go back to jacking off? Or would you ... would you do something else? I mean ... would you stick it in me anyway?"
"Force you to suck me off? No, Mom ... I wouldn't do that."
I was disappointed in his answer. I wouldn't have minded a damn bit if he forced me to suck his cock. I believe I would have liked it, which proved to be the case about a week later.
"Well ... in that case," I flipped his cock playfully, "I guess I'll just leave you here with this hard on and go fix us some breakfast."
I started to crawl off the bed, but Richard grabbed me suddenly and pulled me back, wrestling me down beneath him. We tickled each other in the ribs, horsing around as we had never done before. Giggling and laughing, we grabbed at each other-me, at his cock and balls, my son at my pantiless cunt and ass-rolling around the bed like a couple of children. I don't know how it happened, but I found myself totally before my son for the first time. My tits thrust up against his face, and he was suddenly sucking and licking my nipples, his finger plunging in and out of my pussy. I had hold of his cock and was jacking him off swiftly.
"Let's fuck," Richard said, lifting his mouth from my tit.
"Why, darling," I said in mock shock. "That would make you a mother fucker, don't you know that?"
"So what?" he said, pinching my clitoris. "A mother fucker isn't such a bad thing ... not if the mother is you. Besides, I'm already a mother licker ... a mother cunt licker ... so what's wrong with fucking your pussy, too?"
"Not a fucking thing!" I exclaimed, pulling my son between my thighs. "Not a fucking thing, darling ... you just go right ahead and fuck mother's tight hairy pussy! Fuck it all you want ... stab that sweet cock up my twat, Richard!"
I guided my son's prick to the lips of my pussy, and he arched his hips forward, then my cunt lips stretched around his cock and my son was fucking me.
"I'll fuck you, Mom," he said, thrusting his big prick all the way into my tight pussy. "I'll ream your hairy cunt good ... I'll fuck your snatch until you scream for me to stop ... I'll shoot my load of come in your pussy ... fill you full of my come ... so full it'll come out of your cock sucking mouth!"
"Yes ... yes," I cried, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his humping ass, driving my pussy up and down in matching strokes with his hard cock. "Fuck me, you mother fucker! Fuck your mother's cunt ... ohhhh, yes ... stretch my hot pussy ... fill it ... come in my twat ... come in mother's cunt ... make it come out my mouth ... my cock sucking mouth....Ohhhh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck rne! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck my cunt, you darling ... my darling baby ... fuck me good ... good ... good...."
And so, my fourteen-year-old son fucked me.
He shot his load into my pussy.
I came right with him.
We both came together.
He flooded my pussy with his frothy, thick come ... and I coated his cock with my juice.
We no longer slept in separate bedrooms, but stayed with each other after that first night. I lost interest in my painting, my thoughts on nothing but my son's lovely and delicious cock. He continued to fuck me now and then, but we found that our pleasures were mostly oral. Of course, Richard no longer jacked off as before. When he had a hard on, I would take his cock out and suck him off, or he would fuck me. But, as I said, we preferred to suck and lick each other to orgasm over fucking.
Then, for some reason about a week later, I was overcome with guilt. I began to worry about what we were doing, and decided to put a stop to it. The only thing was, I had counted on my son's cooperation in putting a halt to our sexual antics.
I was in the kitchen preparing our dinner one evening when Richard came in. He had been out playing with his friends on the beach, and he was wearing trunks, as usual. Immediately I noticed the enormous bulge of his cock, indicating he was up hard and ready.
But I was resolved to put an end to this incestuous wickedness.
"No, Richard," I said when he came up and started feeling of my ass beneath my skirt. "I've decided it's wrong for us to continue like this. You've got to find you a little girl ... one your own age who will suck you off, or let you fuck her."
"Hey ... what is this shit?" he said.
"That's right, dear ... no more fucking and sucking your mother."
"But...."
"You just do as I say," I said, trying hard to keep my eyes off his concealed cock. "Find you a little girl."
"But, Mom ... all the girls around here won't fuck ... or suck, either. I've already tried them."
"Then try harder ... or look someplace else. I refuse to suck your cock off any more. And ... you won't get your mouth on my pussy again, either. If I get too aroused, why I'll ... I'll finger fuck myself. Either that or go out and find me a man."
I was startled when Richard grabbed me by the shoulders and whirled me around to face him. His face was a mask of confusion and hurt. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and hug him against my tits, but knew that if I did this, the next thing I would be doing would be sucking his prick off.
Richard looked at me for a long time, his fingers squeezing painfully into my shoulders.
"Goddamn it!" he shouted. "I've got a hard on, Mom, and you're going to suck me off. No, don't argue ... you'll do it."
He started pressing me down. My knees grew weak and I was unable to resist the pressure he was putting on my shoulders. I sunk to the floor, on my knees before him. When he realized I wouldn't move, my son then dropped his swim trunks and exposed his thick, hard cock to me.
"Now," he said, taking the strands of my hair into his fingers and pulling them hard, hurting me until I winced with the pain. "You know you like to suck my cock, Mom ... you know you're a cock sucker from the word go. You can't stop yourself from sucking me, can you? Answer me ... can you?"
He tugged my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. I looked up at him, pleading silently, but it was no good. My mouth was watering already, and it seemed as if I could taste his come in my throat then and there. He pulled my face against his cock, brushing it back and forth over my lips, nose and eyes. My tits swelled until I thought they would burst from the pressure.
"Goddamn you," he hissed down at me, his eyes blazing in mixed passion and cruelty. "I said answer me? You can't stop yourself from sucking my cock, can you, you fucking cock sucker?"
"Ohhh, don't ... don't, darling," I whimpered, knowing I couldn't stop now ... I was lost ... lost to this wicked hold his beautiful cock had on me. I could feel the moisture soaking the crotch of my panties already, too. "Please ... please, baby ... don't make me suck you ... it's wrong ... wicked ... sinful. I won't...."
"You will!"
"I won't!"
"Suck!"
"No!"
And then my son was fucking me in my mouth.
He was right, of course. I couldn't keep myself from taking his huge cock between my lips and sucking hungrily on it. I wanted his sperm ... I wanted it to scald my throat ... to warm my stomach.
He held the back of my head tightly in his hands, not letting me move my lips on his prick, but working his hips back and forth, fucking me that way. I had to clutch his hips to keep from falling, and before I knew it, I was clasping his ass-cheeks hard, sucking furiously as he fucked in and out of my mouth. I began to experience explosive orgasms in my pussy while he did this to me, and each one was more powerful than the last. My throat constricted as he plunged the smooth, swollen head against it, but my tongue flew every place, my cheeks making a tight, moist pussy for his ramming, throbbing cock.
That's right ... my mouth became my pussy for his cock.
He thrust deeper and deeper into my lips and mouth, and then I felt the head slip past my resisting throat, and his wiry hairs tickled my nose. This was as deep as my son's cock had ever entered my mouth, and I found myself struggling to breathe. Yet, the sensations of having him fuck my mouth so deeply overcame my breathless state, and I was gobbling insanely at him now. We were staring into each other's faces ... me on my knees, sucking him swiftly, my son plunging his cock into my mouth. Both of us knew then that we would never be able to stop this ... never again would be able to leave each other alone.
Richard fucked and fucked my mouth, his hairy balls slapping against my chin. I was so excited by being forced to suck him ... by having my mouth utilized as a pussy, I wouldn't have stopped then no matter what. It was the first time he had fucked me this way, and I was thrilled senseless.
"I'm ready to come, Mom!" my son shouted. "Get ready to take the load. ... Ohhh ... suck ... fuck ... eat my prick, Mom. ... Ohhh ... I'm coming ... coming ... coming...."
And my son spurted his hot, scalding come juice into my mouth. My throat worked quickly and fluidly, not wasting a drop of his precious, ever so delicious come. If a girl's throat could become pregnant, I'm sure I would have done so then. My son came more than he ever had before, but I took every dripping drop of it. And exploded all over myself. It seemed as if every nerve of my being was one huge orgasm ... and I was coming and pissing my panties at the same time. I know that sounds crazy, but I was ... I was pissing in my panties at the same time I was coming.
When he finished ejaculating into my mouth, Richard let me go. I was so weak by this time, I fell to the kitchen floor, wallowing in the puddle of cooling piss, my skirt hiked around my waist and hips jerking uncontrollably. My son gazed down at my soaked panties and giggled foolishly, seeing the piss dribble from me.
"I told you, Mom!" he said gleefully. "I told you, you couldn't stop now." He was right.
A few days after that incident, I found myself using my mouth on one of his young friends.
Of course, Richard continued sleeping with me, and I continued sucking him off each day and night. It seemed as though his cock and balls never emptied, but were always full of that wonderful come juice. We no longer fucked, but licked and sucked each other exclusively. My son thought it was great fun to watch me climax when he shot off into my mouth.
He would lie on his back in the bed, and I would be at his side, both of us naked. I would have my feet toward the head of the bed, and twisting my body around so I could suck him, my son would hold my thighs apart and lay his cheek on one, gazing into my hair-lined cunt while I sucked him off. His face would be very close to my pussy, and he always giggled when he started squirting into my mouth and watching my cunt lips convulse in orgasm. He seldom touched my pussy during those times, but he would lick and tongue fuck me later on.
But, getting back to when I found myself giving one of his young friends a blow job. Richard was out on the beach playing football, and one of them came in the house for a drink of water. This wasn't unusual because they usually did this. Only this time, after he had his water, the boy stood there looking at me with a funny expression on his face.
Maybe I was feeling somewhat aroused, I don't know. Anyway, I looked at the front of his trunks and noticed the outline of his cock there. Naturally, the young boy saw where I was looking. A smile--more of a leercame over his face then.
"Want some?" he said, not at all bashful.
"What?" His words startled me.
"Want some of my cock?"
"Why ... why, you...."
"Oh, come off it ... you want some cock ... it's all over your face."
Suddenly, insane as it was, I thought that if I would take this kid and suck him off, then maybe ... just maybe, it would still the hunger in me for my own son.
"Come here," I told the boy.
He walked toward me, and when he was standing in front of me, I reached out and felt his prick. It swelled up in my hand, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. Without taking his trunks down, I lifted one leg slit and reached inside and pulled his prick out that way. It wasn't as huge, nor as beautiful, as my son's cock, but it would do nicely. So, while his cock was sticking out of the leg of his trunks, I leaned forward and started sucking it. The boy didn't touch me in any way, just stood there and trembled while I sucked him off. His cock, being so much smaller than my son's, easily slid down my throat and I sucked all of it. When he came, his juice wasn't as thick nor as tasty as my son's, yet it was good just the same. I didn't experience an orgasm, either, the way I would do when my son came off in my mouth.
After the boy left me and was gone about fifteen minutes, another boy came in the house. And the whole thing happened again. At the time I didn't think very much about it, just a momentary flicker that I was the recepticle of those boys throughout the afternoon. That is ... my mouth was the recepticle of their cocks and full loads. Maybe I was numb, stunned or something ... all I knew was that at fifteen minute intervals, I found myself sucking off a different boy. I went through about six of them that afternoon, and my jaws were aching from being held wide open so much. My belly felt laden with warm sperm from those six cocks, yet for some strange reason, I was happy, too.
That evening, after dinner, I found out the reason for the sudden aggressiveness of those young kids.
"Did you enjoy all those cocks, Mom?" my son said after we had eaten.
"How ... how did you know?"
"I told them, of course."
"What ... you told them? Richard, how could...."
"Oh, come off it, Mom," he laughed at me. "You're a natural born cock sucker ... you've proved that time and again with me. I figured you might like a little variety. You know ... a different cock now and then."
We were in the living room when he told me this. I was shocked and shamed by him telling those kids about us ... yet I was thrilled at the same time. Suddenly, I started laughing about it, and my son laughed with me.
"You see," he said. "Now you can suck all the cock you want. I can have you all to myself. I don't want you going out and finding some man, Mom. I don't want you bringing some guy home and saying he's my new father. I figured if I could get the guys in here, and you sucking them off, you'd have enough variety to be happy with me."
"Oh, you sweet darling, you," I said, hugging him tight. I kissed him all over his face, licking his cheeks and ears and eyes and nose and lips. "You do love your mother, don't you? You aren't ashamed of me ... of what we've been doing. Okay ... I won't be ashamed of it either."
"That's the attitude, Mom," my son said happily. "Now ... let's get naked and have some fun ... some cunt and cock sucking fun!"
With happy laughter and much horseplay, my son and I soon became naked. It was the first time we had licked and sucked each other at the same time. I mean ... my son sucked my cunt and I sucked his cock at the same time.
He lay on the floor with his big, beautiful prick standing up in the air, and I straddled his face, gazing down at the thick prick fondly. My son looked up between my thighs at my pussy, then I squatted down over his face, lowering my pussy to his waiting mouth. Once my cunt lips touched his face, my son started tongue fucking me furiously, his hands clasping my ass-cheeks and pulling them wide apart, only to squeeze them together again. I leaned over and, holding myself up with my arms, took as much of his firm, young cock as possible into my mouth. Still, I could hardly get all of it down my throat. I lifted his balls with one hand and washed them over my nose, inhaling the fine, delicate odor of his crotch as I sucked and licked his prick. I was so excited I couldn't keep from squirming my dripping cunt down on his face, rubbing it up and down as he licked and sucked at it. We both exploded into a wild orgasm at the exact instant. He flooded my mouth with so much come, I was unable to accept it all. The white juice escaped my lips and ran down the sides of his cock, down onto his hairy, heavy balls. I could hear him struggling to breathe as I crushed my convulsing pussy tightly to his face. After I had swallowed as much of his come as I could and his cock went soft in my mouth, I let it flop out and, with the tip of my tongue, I licked up the still warm juice that had dropped from my mouth.
The following day, instead of football, I noticed the kids and my son sitting on the beach, their heads close together as if discussing some secret. In a few minutes, two of the boys walked into the house. Of course, I had sucked them off the day before, and they knew about it. There was no pretense on my part-nor theirs.
They came directly to me and immediately exposed those two pricks to me. I started playing with them, and soon had them up nice and hard. They stood in front of me and I moved my mouth from one to the other, sucking and licking at each, but not staying long enough on one cock to make it come off. It was a game I was playing with them ... trying to see which cock would ejaculate first into my mouth. Finally, one of them did.
I had just pulled my lips away when it started squirting. The first spurt struck my cheek just as I turned my head away to suck on the other one. Quickly, I went back to the gushing cock and wrapped my lips around it tightly, swallowing the remainder of his come. Then I started on the other boy, sucking him until he, too, spurted his warm juice down my throat.
The boys came to me two at a time until I had sucked all of them off, and then it was my son's turn. He came in alone, and by now I was tremendously excited. He knew how I felt after taking the full loads of his friends, and instead of insisting that I suck him off right away, the sweet boy pulled the crotch of my soaked panties aside and tongue fucked me deliciously to a wonderful orgasm. Then he let me suck him off.
All that I've told you has been going on now for almost six months. I suck those kid's cocks every damn day ... and having the time of my life. I have them during the afternoons, and I have my son in the mornings and at night.
It's very strange, though, that none of the kids have ever licked my pussy. Not a one has ever asked to even see my cunt ... nor have any of them requested to fuck me. I'll have to ask my son about that some day. I wouldn't mind at all if they fucked me, either. I think it would be quite a lot of fun to get myself gang fucked by those kids ... one after the other. What would make it even better would be for my son to let me suck his sweet prick all the time I was getting fucked by his friends.
That's something to think about, isn't it?
This woman, as I mentioned previous, is quite attractive and would have no difficulty in finding a sexual partner her own age, yet she prefers to fellate the young boys-the friends of her son.
As the reader has probably noticed, this mother has not indulged her oral desire with her son in the company of the other youths. There was no explanation as to why this has not come about, but it is my belief that this will eventually happen. Especially with her last remarks about enjoying copulation with them while she fellates her son.
She went into analysis, not because of guilt, but because she had heard that analysis would assist in her emotional turmoil to accept her activities with a better frame of mind. There is a strong indication that her son has had homosexual tendencies as evidenced by his willingness to share his mother's fellating activities with other boys. It is quite possible, if this mother realizes her desire for a mass-copulation, that her son will understand his homosexuality and become active with one, if not more, of the boys.
CHAPTER THREE
The following case-as in many incestual relations-involves a homosexual son of fifteen years of age. He thoroughly enjoys fellatio ... and his father is the object of his oral desires. Rod, as we shall call this son, is not the only orally oriented off-spring of this family. His father, a tall, handsome man in his forties, is strongly oral, too, but his desire is to lick and kiss the buttocks, not only of his son, but of his thirteen-year-old daughter also.
This girl, Stella, has a tendency to gain weight, but also loses it just as fast. She cannot be considered attractive, but is pretty in a plump way. Stella, although she has not yet started having periods, is quite sexual. But somewhere along the road to puberty, she developed a strong liking for male testicles ... her passion being to lick and suck the sac and, according to her, she enjoys orgasm while doing so.
The father, who tells of the incestual activities, is a well-to-do physician who enjoys a lucrative practice. He, like many who have become involved in relations with his own children, is out-spoken on the subject. He is an advocate of incest, saying, "Keep it in the family. That's the place to teach the kids about sex ... and keep them off of the streets and out of trouble."
His philosophy about life, and sex, appears to be the answer to his remarks, at least with his own children. Neither of them have ever been in trouble and are outstanding students.
Again, we have a first person account.
Stella is still a virgin, you know. She's never been fucked by boy or man ... and I should know. After all, I'm a doctor.
Sure, she's plump, but she's awfully cute. She wears these short little skirts and tight jeans all the kids wear today. I don't mind, because it shows off her plump little ass beautifully. Actually, I think her sweet little ass is the prettiest part of her.
Now, my son, Rod ... he's a cock sucker, but I don't mind. He's not as big as most boys his age and he's very delicate ... sensitive to how others feel about him. He was quite sickly as a child, too. I don't know when he started sucking cocks ... he's never told me.
In fact, to be quite truthful, I don't know too much about my two kids. I mean ... about where and how they learned to enjoy the things they do. All I know is that I'm glad they've brought it home to Daddy!
No, my wife knows nothing of what Stella, Rod and I are doing. She's so damn busy with all her club activities, she wouldn't even know what we were doing if she saw us. Besides, we stopped screwing each other years ago. If she's getting fucked outside the house, I don't know about it, nor do I give a damn. I have enough fun with my two kids ... that's enough to keep me happy.
Stella has always been a Daddy's girl. Ever since she was born I was the only one who could put her to sleep at night. I used to give her her bath and change her diapers all the time. When she was about five years old, I was running the towel over her naked little body one night, and that was when I became interested in her sweet little butt. She had her back to me, standing on the toilet, and I dropped the towel and just stared at her plump ass. I experienced an immediate erection. It was the first time this had happened to me, and I couldn't keep myself from reaching out and caressing her little ass. It was so soft and smooth-still is, for that matter.
Stella giggled when I ran my hand over her plump bottom, and I started tickling her, running my finger lightly up and down her cheeks. She said it made her shiver, but that it was a nice sort of shiver. Sticking one finger out, I ran it up and down the crack of her ass-cheeks, which made her giggle all the more. It wasn't long before she was squirming all around and laughing happily.
"Baby," I said, suddenly deciding what I was going to do. "I'm going to tickle you ... but you mustn't say anything about it to anyone ... okay?"
"Okay, Daddy," she said sweetly.
I leaned close to her, sniffing at the clean, soapy smell of her behind. Then I kissed one cheek. But that didn't seem to be enough. I shoved my tongue out and started licking her ass-cheeks. Stella writhed her butt, sort of arching it at my face and giggling happily.
"Your whiskers tickle, Daddy," she said.
I started on her other cheek then, licking all over the smooth, sweet flesh of her ass. I even pulled the cheeks apart and licked on the warm surface of them there. I could see her tiny brown asshole. Although I had licked on a few grown female buttocks previously, I had never touched my tongue to the asshole. Suddenly, this was what I wanted to do.
"Bend over, Baby," I said to my daughter. "Let Daddy tickle you here."
Obediently, Stella bent at the waist, causing her tiny ass to jut backwards against my mouth. I stabbed my tongue at her small asshole then, and immediately ejaculated inside my pants. Coming so swiftly startled me, and I used the towel to dry my saliva from her ass. Then, while Stella stood there, naked, I removed my pants and shorts to clean myself up. She stared at my cock and balls with huge eyes ... for the first time seeing my genitals.
"Golly, Daddy," she said. "That's an awfully big thing there ... much larger than Rod's."
I was startled by her remark.
"You've seen Rod ... naked?" I asked her.
"Oh yes!" Stella squealed childishly. "Lot's of times, Daddy. But his thing isn't as big as yours."
I quickly dressed myself, then my daughter. But I was bothered by her revelation ... it stayed with me the rest of the night and most of the following day. I wasn't angry that my children had been playing around with each other. On the contrary, I would feel a certain lewd pleasure ripple through me when I thought of my daughter seeing-possibly playing with-my son's genitals. I found myself mentally visualizing them together, and it was always while Stella was leaning over and my son kissing and licking her bottom.
For some odd reason I can't explain, my images never indicated my daughter actually handling his genitals.
As the years went by, I continued to bathe my daughter ... and after each bathing session, I would lick my tongue all over her rounded little ass, occasionally kissing her tiny asshole. I would not always experience an ejaculation during those times, but it was frequent enough to keep me more or less gratified as far as my sexual personality went.
Then, when my daughter was twelve, I removed my pants and shorts in the bathroom with her. I had just dried her body and decided that I would like very much to enjoy an ejaculation without the hindrance of my clothing.
Stella was seated on the toilet, watching me. Of course, at the age of twelve, she knew that what we were doing was a sexual act. But she was eager ... even more so than I was if the truth were known. She had fine little titties just swelling from her chest by this time, with rosy nipples that looked absolutely delicious. A few strands had begun to sprout around her fine little pussy, too, of which she was quite proud. As I undressed, my daughter sat there and watched me, opening and closing her thighs in a teasing, wanton manner. I should mention here that I had already allowed my daughter to fondle and explore my balls and cock to her little hearts content. She knew every inch of my genitals by this time.
"How do you want me, Daddy?" She asked as soon as I was naked.
"Oh, let's see, baby...." I thought a moment. I had already had her in just about every conceivable position you can put the human body in while I licked and kissed her sweet little ass.
"I know," she said suddenly, scrambling up from the toilet, and as I watched her, she placed her head and hands on the stool and lifted her feet, facing me. She was now standing on her head, with her feet straight in the air. Ahhh ... the flexability of youth! It's wonderful!
She opened her thighs wide for me, and I moved in close to her. I stood there for a moment, just letting my eyes drink in the beauty of her sweet, pink cunt and that soft, rounded ass of hers. It seemed as though the crack of her cunt ran all the way back to her tail bone-the coccyx, you know. Those fine hairs sprouting there were a real treasure. She was so very proud of them, saying she was becoming a woman for me at last.
My cock was throbbing by this time, and it was jerking up and down. The head of it was brushing her flat, rippling little stomach and it created a wild passion inside me. I gripped her firm little hips in my two hands and leaned my face down into the wide open crotch, kissing her pretty pussy first. I could feel my daughter shiver as the excitement started growing in her. She had already experienced a couple of orgasms by my manipulations and she was like a greedy little kitten. She enjoyed her orgasms so much, she had taken up masturbation.
You see, Stella told me of everything she did with herself, and also of her activities with her brother. Rod did not know that I was aware of what was going on as yet. Of course, my son by this time was experiencing ejaculations, and Stella had told me of the times she had jacked his cock off to completion. Hearing these things only added to my sexual excitement.
Anyway, with my daughter here, I kissed her sweet tasting little cunt and ran my tongue along the slit, stopping long enough to tickle her tiny clitoris. This was another thing Stella enjoyed very much ... having me titillate that sensitive little bud. I licked my tongue from the slight fuzz of her pussy back until I had moistened her whole crack from cunt to ass. As I was doing this to her, I felt her small hand slide up my thigh and then she was cupping my balls. Her little fingers curled aound my sails and she began pulling and squeezing them gently, knowing how tender they were. The head of my cock was still brushing her body, only it was now closer to her small, rounded titties.
Holding her by the hips, I started kissing and licking at her ass-cheeks, sometimes sucking some of the smooth, delectable flesh into my lips. She was trembling now, and little animal-like squeals of pleasure escaped from her mouth. The more excited she became, the more brutal she was with my balls.
Using my fingers, but still holding her upright steadily, I pulled apart those luscious cheeks of her ass and licked the warm inner surface of them, finally working my way to that tasty pucker of her asshole. When I started stabbing my tongue against the constricted opening, Stella started writhing violently, her hand tugging at my balls until I was certain she would pull them off. Whimpers of delight rippled from her as I kissed and loved on her lovely little ass-and hole. I felt the lips of her cunt quivering against my chin, then she exploded into a violent orgasm. The juices flowed thickly from her delicate little cunt, smearing my chin until my face was slippery againt her.
"Come, Daddy!" she squealed, her hands rolling and pulling at my balls. "I want you to come ... I want to see your cock shoot ... come on my titties ... Ohhh ... Daddy, make your cock come!"
As though on command, my cock suddenly spurted, drenching her hard titties with the sticky mess. I swear that at the point of my ejaculation, my daughter experienced another tremendous orgasm, although she did not mention this to me.
That was the first time I had ejaculated onto her little body, but not the last by a long way.
Then, about four months ago, when she and I were the only ones in the house for some reason, we started feeling a bit horny about the same time.
We had never done anything with each other except in the bathroom, either. But that day, sitting in the living room, I saw my daughter bend over to pick up a magazine from the floor. She had on this short skirt, and she bent without moving her knees, causing the skirt to ride high. I found myself gazing at her cute ass-cheeks. She had on a pair of panties, naturally, but they fitted her extremely tight. I thought it was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen in my life.
I had thought her movement was unconscious on her part, but while she was still bending over that way, she lowered her head farther down and peered at me from between her knees. Her eyes were twinkling merrily, and a mischievious grin was plastered on her face. Then she reached one hand behind her and threw her skirt up around her waist, exposing the total expanse of her fine little ass to me. Even the way her panties stretched over the smooth flesh was extremely erotic to my senses.
"Like my ass, Daddy?" she said, teasingly, wiggling it with lewd invitation. "Does seeing it give you a hard on? Does it make your cock stand up?"
"Christ, you little minx," I told her. "You know damned well it makes my prick hard! Come here...."
"Oh, no ... you come here, Daddy."
Immediately I was on my knees behind her, my hands caressing her pantied ass-cheeks. I pressed my face to her ass, then licked my tongue up and down the nylon garment. I ran the tip of my tongue over the edges of the panty legs and her thighs, tasting the warm flesh there. My daughter reached one hand between her legs and began to feel my balls beneath my pants.
I was very excited by now, and I pulled the panties until they were in the crack of her ass, leaving each wonderful cheek exposed to my lips and tonguei I licked all of her silky flesh, but didn't experience an ejaculation. When I was finished, I knew my daughter had enjoyed at least one orgasm, because the crotch of her panties was soaked with her flowing juices.
"You didn't come, Daddy," she accused, standing up and smoothing her skirt down over her buttocks and hips. "Don't you want to come off?"
"It happens that way, baby ... you know that," I told her. "Besides ... I get my enjoyment from licking and kissing your sweet ass."
"But, Daddy ... I want you to come, too," she pouted, her fingers working around my balls. "I'll jack you off ... the way I do Rod."
"Well ... all right," I consented. "If that pleases you."
"Goody!" she squealed. "But let me do it without your clothes on. I know a real good way to do it ... you'll like it."
I removed my pants and shorts, but kept my shirt on. She had me sit on the couch with my thighs wide apart.
Then my daughter knelt between my legs and started stroking my cock with one hand, the other grabbing for my heavy balls. For a time she stroked her tiny fist up and down my throbbing prick while she played with my balls, but then I was amazed when she started kissing my cock with warm, moist lips. I stared down at her, tremendously excited at the prospect of having my daughter suck my prick to completion. I have had a few blow jobs in my life and enjoyed them very much. The first was while I was in medical school.
The man who sucked me off was an exchange student from India ... a young man about my own age. He was quite an expert at cock sucking as I learned later. Of course, I knew I was getting a very good blow job at the time, but six months later when a drunk sucked me off, I understood that the young man from India was quite proficient by comparison.
But I wasn't about to get a blow job from my daughter.
Instead of licking her tongue to the tip of my cock and then taking it into her mouth, she ran her tongue all over the base of it, then shoved her face into my crotch and washed my balls. I mean ... she lifted my balls and moved them all over her face, kissing and whimpering as she did so. After a time, she pulled her face away and looked up at me, her eyes shining lustily.
"Do you like that, Daddy?" she asked hopefully. "Do you like to have your big, hairy balls in my face?"
"Whatever you want, baby," I told her, watching that small hand still stroke up and down my cock.
"I do this to Rod all the time."
And then she shoved her face back to my crotch. She held my balls up in her hand and kissed all over them again. Then I was surprised to see her pink little tongue dart out and she licked them ... licked every inch of the hairy things. She started with one and licked it completely, then she moved to the other one. Her tongue fluttered like delicate butterfly wings on my balls, and when she dipped her tongue underneath them, bouncing them up and down on the flat surface of her tongue, I almost went out of my mind. But Stella wasn't through yet.
With her hand still moving up and down my cock, her eyes gazing passionately up at my face, she opened her mouth and sucked one of my balls into it. Sucking gently, she tickled my ball with her tongue. I could see her small body tremble and that was when I had the first inkling of her desires.
My daughter was a ball sucker ... not a cock sucker.
There was her enjoyment-she loved to suck and lick on a man's balls.
She went from one ball to the next, sucking each into her mouth and licking them avidly. Finally, she turned them loose and gazed at them with twinkling eyes, her hand still moving up and down my cock. She sighed deliciously, then opened her mouth widely ... and both my balls disappeared into her warm, moist mouth. She sucked them into her mouth until her lips were pressed tight against the base of my cock and the pucker of my asshole. Now, with a tremendous suction, she manipulated my balls with her tongue while she jacked my cock. With her left hand now free, she felt around my twisting ass, shoving a finger between the crack and finally started rubbing my asshole. It's difficult to describe the intense, exquisitely delicious sensations my daughter was creating in me. Her eyes burned up past my cock, staring into my own as she sucked my balls and jacked my cock and finger fucked my asshole.
I couldn't control my emotions ... and my cock suddenly began to spurt a copious discharge unlike any I had ever experienced in my entire life. The thick stuff spewed from the tip of my swollen cock and splattered over my stomach. And my daughter continued sucking my balls and beating my prick and fingering my asshole until I was totally exhausted, unable to come anymore.
When she saw that I was finished, she pulled her mouth from my balls and giggled happily.
"That's the way Rod taught me to do it for him," she said, standing up to look down at the mess I had made on my stomach. "But this is something I just thought of doing myself ... just now."
And with her last words, my daughter leaned over and started licking the cooling semen from my stomach.
A week after that incident, Stella came to me in the study and fidgeted around for a minute or two. She put her arms around me while she stood at my back and nibbled my earlobe.
I sighed and put down my journal I had been reading.
"I suppose you want me to lick your cute little ass, huh?"
"You know you like it, Daddy," she whispered, taking a nip out of my ear playfully. "You know you can't do without my ass ... you like licking it as much as I like you doing it."
"All right ... come around here."
She came around and sat down in my lap. She held her lips up for my kiss, and as I kissed her, I ran my hand up under her skirt and found she was without panties. When my fingers touched at the gently swelling mound of her pussy, she spread her thighs wide, squirming her bottom against my cock.
"I love for you to feel my pussy, Daddy," she murmured. "Play with my clitoris ... and I'll come all over your pants!"
"You wouldn't dare," I said, slipping a finger between the lips of her pussy and rubbing her excited clitoris as she wanted.
"Oh yes I would ... and you know it."
"Yes, you would."
"Ummmm ... that's nice, Daddy," she murmured, nuzzling her face into my neck. Rub it harder ... finger my cunt harder."
She writhed her ass about with growing excitement as I fondled her sweet cunt.
"Daddy...." she said in a shy voice, her lips against my neck. "I was just thinking. About an hour ago I was with Rod. I sucked his balls while he jacked himself off. I'm sorry, Daddy, but ... well, I told him about us."
"You what?"
"I told Rod about you and me, Daddy," she raised her head and looked into my face. "But you don't have to be afraid ... he thought it was great."
"You mean...."
"Yes ... isn't it wonderful?" she giggled "I suck on your balls ... and his too. When I told him about us doing the same thing, he started getting interested. He said he'd like to see your cock, Daddy."
"See my cock?"
"Yes."
"But ... why?"
"Well ... he told me he would like to play with it."
"Rod? My own son ... wants to play with my cock? His own father's cock?"
"That's what he said."
"I see."
And I did see, or rather I was beginning to understand his unusual desire. My son was now fifteen years old, and if he wanted to see-and play with-my prick, it meant only one thing. He was developing homosexual tendencies.
"Is Rod home now?" I asked my daughter.
"Yes ... he asked me to come in here and tell you about this," she said. "I'm supposed to go tell him if you'll let him play with your prick."
"Tell your brother I'd like to see him."
I patted my daughter's saucy little ass as she stood up. She turned and waggled it at me cutely and left the study. In a moment she came back, dragging her brother by the hand.
"What is this foolishness that your sister has been telling me, son?"
"I ... I want to ... to...." he stammered.
"Do you know what your sister and I have been doing with each other ... all of it?"
"Yes, Dad ... I know."
"Well, I know all about what you've been doing with your sister, too ... including what happened just an hour ago."
Rod evidenced no shame whatsoever, and his sister simply stood at his side smiling prettily, her hands held together in front of her. I looked at my two offspring for a while, searching their young faces for what, I don't know.
"All right," I finally said. "I've enjoyed myself tremendously with Stella these past years ... and from what I gather, so have you, son. I suppose, now that your sister has elected to tell everything, there isn't much sense in us trying to hide this matter from each other."
"You mean I can, Dad?" Rod said eagerly. "You'll let me see your ... your cock? You'll let me play with it?"
"I suppose I might as well ... now."
A wide gron spread across my son's face, and his sister was smiling happily, too.
"Oh, Daddy!" Stella squealed. "I knew you'd do it! I just knew you would let Rod play with your prick. Oh boy ... now we can really have a lot of fun. You can lick and kiss my ass ... I can suck on your's and my brother's balls ... Ohhh ... those nice hairy balls! And Rod can play with your cock! Oh, Daddy ... let him suck it for you! Let Rod give you a blow job, Daddy!"
I looked at my son. He shuffled from foot to foot nervously.
"Son ... have you been sucking cock?" I asked him.
"Only once, Dad," he said eagerly. "I sucked off my best friend six months ago, but he said that was queer stuff and won't let me do it anymore."
"And you enjoy sucking a hard prick, I suppose."
"Oh, yes ... I do!"
"All right, you little cock sucker," I said deliberately. "Get your mouth around this cock ... and suck it! Don't stop sucking me until I come in your mouth, you hear?"
"Yes, Dad ... I'll do that."
I unzipped my fly and pulled my prick out. It was still soft. My son immediately dropped to his knees before me, his hands reaching for my prick.
"Golly, Dad ... you've got a nice cock here."
"Don't talk about it ... suck it!"
"While it's soft?"
"Don't worry about that. A cock has a tendency to grow nice and hard when it's sucked."
My son licked his lips, then shoved his face down into my lap. He parted his lips and the full length of my limp prick disappeared into his eager mouth. My daughter dropped to her knees beside us, her eyes huge as she watched her brother start sucking hard at my cock. It didn't take long before it was swelling up nicely to his suckings. Maybe he was telling the truth about having sucked cock only once before-I have no reason to doubt him-but he was certainly very good at it. I suppose what he lacked in experience he was making up by avidness.
While my son sucked up and down on my prick, I reached over the arm of my chair and lifted my daughter's skirt. I ran my hand down the elastic waist band of her panties and caressed her fine, rounded ass. She reached underneath my son's chin and searched around inside my open fly until she had my balls out. She cupped and squeezed and massaged them while her brother greedily tried to devour my prick in whole.
Maybe it was the excitement ... or the newness of having my cock sucked for the first time in years ... I don't know. But my son had not been sucking for long when-without warning-I suddenly squirted my come into his mouth. Immediately Rod moaned and sucked harder yet, his tongue flying all over the swollen knob of my prick. He swallowed noisily, taking every drop I had to give him. When he finished me off, he let my cock slip from his swollen lips, and with a last lick of his tongue, he settled back on his heels and pulled his own prick out and began to jack off furiously.
After one quick glance at her brother's cock, my daughter leaned over and sucked my empty balls into her mouth. I saw her hand dig into Rod's fly until she had his balls out, and she cupped them tightly while she jacked off, holding both my balls between her lips and her tongue darting everyplace at once.
To my surprise, my cock stood up rigid once again, and it had only been a minute at the most since I had ejaculated.
Stella's eyes glistened up at me, as if she were trying to tell me, "See what Rod and I can do for you."
Apparently my son was intensely excited by sucking me off. He grunted a couple of times and spurted his thick semen from the tip of his swollen cock. The whole mess flew about a foot forward, and splashed onto the thigh of his sister ... just underneath the hem of her short skirt. She lifted her mouth from my balls and giggled, pulling her hand from his balls and she smeared the white, slippery stuff all over her thigh. Then she lifted her moist hand to her mouth and used her tongue to clean his semen from it.
I had by this time become quite excited at the sex play with my two children, and I'm sure the three of us would have stripped naked then and there and continued our incestuous activities, but their mother was due home at any time.
Two nights later, the three of us were 'alone again, my wife out with some club meeting or something.
This time, as soon as my wife left the house, the three of us removed our clothing completely. That was the first time I licked and kissed my son's ass. He enjoyed having his ass-cheeks kissed and licked, especially at his asshole. I jacked his cock while I sucked on his asshole, and he experienced a copious come. Then it was my daughter's turn. We convinced my son to suck her pussy, although he was reluctant to do so. We had Stella stand naked between us and while I licked my tongue around her ass-cheeks and her tiny asshole, my son licked and sucked her cunt. As if by mutual agreement, my son and I brought Stella to orgasm after orgasm. She had to rest a while after that, and my son tried to talk me into sucking his prick off, but I refused. I have no desire to suck a cock whatsoever. Asses are my enjoyment.
After my daughter had recuperated somewhat, she sucked my balls, going to her brothers in alternate motions. She jacked both our cocks while she did this, and she tells me that she again had multiple orgasms while doing this to us.
There is no stopping the three of us now. Every opportunity we are stark-naked and getting our mouths on each other someplace. Stella has tried to talk me into fucking her, but I won't do it. I won't let my son fuck her, either. Of course, he doesn't care one way or the other ... he's satisfied sucking my prick....Stella is somewhat satisfied sucking our balls, but she has a burning desire to get herself fucked, and I'm afraid she's going to succeed one of these days. If not by me ... then by some kid.
And of course, I receive all the satisfaction I require by using my tongue and mouth on both their bottoms. It isn't that I'm even remotely homosexual in nature. An ass is an ass ... boy or girl.
We can draw from the above account the conclusion that this physician father is indeed somewhat homosexual, whether he realizes it or not. His attachment to the buttocks is the strongest indication of such, particularly since he doesn't care if it is a boy or girl.
Stella, the thirteen-year-old nymphet, will undoubtedly experience sexual intercourse in the very near future ... but it will not be with either her father or brother. Neither give evidence that they are interested in sexual connectiuons to her by the genital route. If and when she loses her virginity, it will undoubtedly be by a young boy her own age.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon is fourteen years old, a slender, breathless beauty with a friendly personality that combines to make her extremely popular in her school. She is the leader of a fifty-girl drill team and has participated in many parades, local and distant. Her smoky gray eyes peer out at the world around her with total innocence, yet she is not innocent-at least in the ways of sexual behavior.
Like most girls her age, she wears her long coppe-rcolored hair straight, but many brushings have created a sparkle in the soft strands which seem to give off an aura of sensuality to match her sexy body. She has full, naturally pink lips that at times are petulant and pouty, but most times they are curved into a delicious smile that shows off her even, sparkling white teeth.
As mentioned, she is not at all unknowledgable in the erotic aspects of her growing mind and body. Her sexual experience is wide and varied, as withnessed by her statement: "I enjoy fucking. I've got a hot little cunt down there between my legs and it takes a lot of cock to cool it down. I don't remember how many boys who have poked those hard pricks into me ... nor how many times I've taken one up my asshole when the boy wanted to do it that way. But, the one thing I like best is sucking cock. Yeah, that's right ... I like to have a deliciously hard and throbbing prick squirt into my mouth!"
Actually, when one thinks about it, Sharon is really not so unusual in her desires or her sexual activity. Many young girls today are doing the same thing ... in the back seats of cars ... in the home when parents are away ... inviting boys in while they are babysitting.
What does make Sharon unusual is the fact that she does not live with her parents, but with a married aunt of twenty-five.
This aunt, Dory, is married to a truck driver ... a man who is gone from home frequently. Her husband is a long-distance truck driver and makes many trips across the United States, sometimes being away from home for a week or two weeks at a time. And when Dory's husbands is gone, it is not long before she is on the telephone and calling her brother, Fulton.
Dory and Fulton are maternal aunt and uncle to Sharon-her mother's brother and sister. Also, they are intensely interested in anything erotic ... anything that will pleasure their jaded sexual appetites.
This sister and brother have long been practitioners of incest, beginning when they were both hardly in their teens. Usually, an incestual relationship between brother and sister will dry up, so to speak, when they become interested in others. This did not happen to Dory and Fulton. Although each married, they have continued to enjoy the other's bodies. Indeed, Fulton had relations with his sister on her wedding night when Dory's husband had a bit too much to drink.
Our story comes from the brother, Fulton.
I don't remember ever being interested in my sister as a sexual person until the day she turned thirteen. It was also the day she was allowed to babysit the the kid next door to us. This kid was four years old and a real monster.
I guess Dory was having a hard time with him, because she called our mother and wanted some help. Mom was busy at the time and asked me to go over and see what the trouble was.
When I got there, I found Dory chasing the little bastard all over the house. It seems that he wasn't going to take his bath ... and that was something his folks insisted that my sister give this kid before he was put to bed. The kid was naked already, but she couldn't catch him.
"Fulton," Dory said, almost in tears, "make him behave."
I don't know what she thought I could do. I had no experience with kids ... I was just a year older than Dory.
Well, I stood there for a minute, watching the little punk glare at me from behind the couch. Dory, crying now, sat down in a chair and wrung her hands nervously, her eyes pleading for me to do something. It was her first babysitting job and she didn't want to foul it up. We never did have much money and this meant a lot to her.
Why I did and said what I did, I have no idea.
"Listen, kid," I said. "You march your butt into the bathroom and get into the tub ... or I'll cut your little peter off!"
The kid's expression changed from defiance to respect. He gazed at me for a while longer, then without a word, he turned and went to the bathroom, his naked little ass bounching.
After he was splashing around in the tub, my sister said, "Would you really have done that?"
"Done what?"
"What you said."
"Oh ... cut his peter off? Naw ... you know better than that, Sis."
Her eyes were still moist, but she wasn't crying now. She wanted me to stay with her until she had the kid in bed and asleep, so I sat down on the couch and thumbed through some old magazines. Pretty soon, the kid was in his bed and sound asleep. I got up and started to leave, but Sis stopped me.
"Why don't you stay with me a while," she said. "He might wake up."
"If he does," I told her, "just play with his little peter ... he'll go back to sleep."
"Play with his...."
"Yeah, I read somewhere that people used to do that to their kids to put them to sleep. It's supposed to work ... you try that."
"Why," Sis looked at me with big eyes. "I wouldn't know how."
Now, at the time, Dory was kind of skinny ... not what you would call a real cock stiffening girl. Even so, I looked at her and saw something there I had never seen before. She had on this old worn dress, and there was a rip halfway up one side. It had fallen away from her thigh and I looked at the flesh there. I had no experience other than masturbation up to that time. But when I would jack off, I would visualize a naked girl. The idea came to me then that I would show her how to play with the kid's cock.
"Want me to show you, Dory?" I asked.
"We might get in trouble," she said doubtfully.
"Aw ... who's to know? His folks won't be home for hours yet. Besides, Mom told me to stay as long as you needed me. No one will ever find out."
"Well ... I guess it would be okay."
Maybe I should have been bashful, or something ... but I wasn't. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Dory stared at it, her lips slightly parted and she began to breathe fast. I wrapped my hand around my prick and started jerking it up and down until it was standing up nice and hard.
"Now," I told her, standing directly in front of her as she sat in the chair, "you do it."
Her hand was trembling when she reached out to touch my prick, but she wrapped her fingers around it and started jacking me off. It felt good, having someone else do this to me, and I stood there, wondering if I should go ahead and let her jack me off to completion.
The decision was made for me. Before I was aware of what was happening ... without any warning at ail, I suddenly shot my come right into her face.
Dory was leaning in close to my cock while she jacked it, her eyes wide with pleased surprise at what she held in her hand. She was hardly six inches away from the end of my prick when it went off. The thick globs of white juice struck her nose, then her chin. She was so surprised at what had happened, she sat there as though mesmerized, staring at the spurting tip of my cock. Before I finished gushing that stuff out, her face was covered with it, and the stuff was dripping from her chin onto her old worn dress.
When it was over, I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped the tip of my prick, then gave it to her so she could wipe her face off. Once she had herself clean, she started asking me all sorts of questions. Most of them I had no answer for ... hell, I didn't even know them myself.
"Does a girl do that?" she asked after I had told her about jacking off frequently and that a boy always shot stuff out that way.
"I don't know," I told her truthfully. "Want to find out?"
"It seems wicked," she said, but excitement glowed in her eyes. "Maybe we could ... could do it just for a minute."
"It might take longer," I told her. "Sometimes I have to pump my peter five or six minutes before it comes."
We discussed it some more, and the more we talked about it, the more excited I became. My cock was standing up again ... straining at my pants.
"Listen, Dory," I said, eager to see and feel her pussy. "Take off your panties and hold your skirt up. I'll do it for you and we can find out if you come like I do."
Maybe it was the excitement of doing something we shoudln't. Whatever it was, Dory unhesitatingly lifted her dress and slipped her panties off. She flushed a bit when I looked between her thighs, but she kept her head bent forward so she could see what was going on down there. She didn't have very much hair back then, and her little slit was pink and very cute. It was the first pussy I had ever seen, too. I don't know what came over me while I was looking at her cunt. I had never even thought of such a thing. Yet, I pulled her knees wide apart and shoved my face between them. I pressed my lips against her almost hairless pussy and kissed it.
"Ohhhh ... that tickles," Dory squealed.
There wasn't an odor around her cunt at all ... just a slight scent that I had never smelled before. It was heady ... really mind-bending. I kissed her pussy lips once again, and she wiggled her little ass around on the cushions of the chair.
"Ohhh ... do it again, Fulton," she giggled, holding her legs wide apart for me. "I like that ... it makes me feel all shivery."
Well, that was what she wanted, so I put my mouth back against her cunt and opened my lips. Of course, I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but something seemed to be guiding me ... telling me what to do ... to open my mouth and lick my tongue up and down the slit. I did this for a few moments, then pulled my face away and looked at my sister's face. Right then it was real pretty, with a smile on her lips and her eyes actually glowing.
Using the fingers of my two hands, I pulled the lips of her cunt apart and saw the small clitoris nestling there. It was bright pink and moist, and it seemed to be pulsating slightly. I brushed a finger over it and Dory's body began to shake and shudder. She started whimpering and rolling her ass around, arching it up to my hands. Then, I closed my mouth around the tiny clitoris and started sucking on it. Not knowing the technique of licking the thing at the same time while I sucked it would bring more pleasure to her, I simply sucked on it then. But that was sufficient to bring her to an orgasm ... the first orgasm my sister had ever experienced. When it happened to her, she went into convulsions that scared the piss out of me. Her body tossed and twisted all over the place, and she was sobbing and moaning a girl gone crazy. I was afraid to move. I was on my knees between her legs, but when she started jerking and whirling her ass around like that, I pulled my mouth away and stared at her cunt. The lips quivered and twitched in an uncontrollable manner, and there was moisture seeping from between them. Finally, though, she slumped down, sprawled lewdly with her legs still wide apart.
"Ohhh ... Golly ... that was ... was wonderful, Fulton," she whispered in a thick, throaty voice. "I've never felt anything like that before. Does it feel the same when you do it to yourself?"
"To myself? I can't do that to myself."
"I mean ... when you play with your thing."
"It's not a thing," I told her. "It's a cock ... prick ... peter ... not a thing."
"What do you call my th ... mine?"
"Oh, pussy, sometimes ... or a cunt ... twat ... snatch."
"Those are funny words," she giggled, sitting up now, but she didn't cover herself. "Funny ... but nice. Pussy ... cunt ... cock ... prick. Ohhh ... just saying them makes me feel funny. Not funny ha-ha ... I mean funny down there, on my ... my cunt."
"You don't know anything, do you, Dory?"
"No ... not much, I guess."
We talked for a while before I went home, and I found out that my sister had started her periods about six months previous; that she had never seen a cock before that night; that she didn't have any idea what fucking was ... but she was anxious to try it. I told her that getting a cock into her twat would feel even better than me kissing it. Of course, that was a pile of shit for all I knew. I was just trying to show off ... I had never fucked a girl ... my sister's snatch was the first I had ever seen, but I didn't tell her that. We discussed the possibilities of fucking her, but nothing came of it that night.
A week later, Dory was called again to sit with the little bastard, but before it was time for her to go next door, she asked me to go with her. When she asked, there was a twinkle in her eyes and I knew she wanted some more sex play.
Mom told me to go ahead, and when Dory and I arrived next door, she told the people I was going to help her with some homework. They said it was fine since I was her brother, but that she wasn't to allow any other boys come in while she was babysitting. I don't know what they were thinking my sister would do with a boy, but what he had in mind would certainly have sent them into convulsions if they know.
The punk kid was put to bed earlier this night, and after he was asleep, Dory wanted me to take my cock out so she could mess around with it. Her fingers had it up hard in no time.
"Hey, Dory," I said suddenly, "why don't we take our clothes off. You know ... get naked. It will be more fun that way."
She giggled, but readily agreed.
When we were naked, I looked at my sister's body naked for the first time. She was still skinny, and although she had a sprinkling of cunt hair, her tits were non-existant. All she had was real small nipples there ... no mound, no swelling, no nothing. I had her turn around so I could feel and see her ass, but it was skinny, too, and I wasn't interested. She had me do the same for her, and she felt my ass, but she said she couldn't see much there to play with.
"I'd rather play with your cock," she said, gripping it in her fist and jacking up and down.
We sat on the couch and while she jacked my prick, I fingered her cunt. She kept her thighs wide apart for me and I rubbed her clitoris until she was writhing all over. That was when I decided we should try to fuck.
"Let me stick my prick in your cunt, Dory," I said. "Won't that hurt me?"
"Naw ... it will make you feel better than last time."
"Okay ... but if it hurts me, you promise to take it out?"
"Sure ... sure...." I promised.
Neither of us knew what the fuck we were doing, but guided by instinct, Dory lay back on the couch and opened her thighs real wide. Her pink little cunt was moist and I could see the lips twitching with excitement. I crawled between her legs and leaned forward, guiding my cock to her cunt. I had to pull the lips apart with one hand while I shoved the swollen head of my prick into her. I watched her pussy stretch around it, and Dory began to bite her bottom lip.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"No ... not yet," she replied. "Do you have it in me?"
"No ... just the head."
"Let me see," she lifted her upper body and peered between our crotches. "Golly ... that looks funny, doesn't it, Fulton?"
"Yeah."
"Put some more in my pussy," she said, arching her naked ass up slightly to give me easier access.
I shoved gently forward, not knowing just what I would find up there. I think both of us were scared right then, but we were too eager to fuck.
"Ohhhh...." she whimpred as I shoved more of my prick into her. "Ohhh ... easy ... stick it in easy."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes ... but not terribly bad," she said, still holding herself up so she could watch my cock slip in. "I can do it ... you'll see ... shove more cock in there."
I shoved again, then felt something holding me back. I hesitated and looked into her face. "What's that?" I asked.
"I don't know," her eyes were puzzled. "I've never put anything inside me there. All I've done is finger it like you did last week."
"Maybe if I shove just a bit harder."
"Okay ... but do it real easy," she said.
I shoved again, and suddenly my cock went all the way into her. I felt something give way inside her cunt.
"Aaaiiieeeee" Dory screamed, falling back on the couch. Her hands shot up and her fingers clutched my arms, digging into my flesh like claws of steel. "Ohhh ... it hurts! Oh, Golly ... it's terrible!"
"I'll take it out," I said, starting to withdraw.
"No! No!" Her hands flew down my back and clutched at my naked ass, holding me there. Instictively, her legs shot around me and she locked her heels behind my upper thighs, capturing me securely inside her cunt. "I want it ... I want it in there! The pain is going away now ... ohhh ... yes, it is! It don't hurt how, Fulton ... oh my ... it feels ... feels good!"
After a minute or so, she began to squirm her ass around underneath me, and my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy in short strokes. I had never dreamed anything could feel so tight ... so warm ... so slippery. My sister's arms wrapped themselves around my neck when she realized that I wasn't going to take my cock out of her squirming cunt.
"Are we fucking?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes shining brightly up at me.
"Goddamn right we're fucking!" I shouted, plunging my cock in and out of her slippery pussy now. She was bucking up and down with me, grinding her cunt against the base of my cock when I thrust into her, then pulled her ass back when I came up. "We're fucking ... fucking like grown-ups!"
For a time, we fucked each other slowly, letting our emotions build into a frenzied pitch. Then, when it started feeling so good we couldn't control our motions, we started clawing and wrestling each other on the couch until I thought we would fall to the floor. My come was boiling around inside my balls, and every time they slapped against her heaving ass, I thought I would come then and there. Dory was sobbing and laughing and moaning all at the same time, but her skinny ass dipped and plunged, rotated in tight circles ... grinding and gyrating at my cock as if it were trying to devour me whole.
"Ohhh ... it's ... it's happening!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm coming, Fulton! I'm coming ... fuck me ... Ohhh ... please, fuck me hard ... harder ... faster ... faster...."
She didn't have to encourage me. My own come was building up swiftly, and I started to grunt like a hog in the mud ... then blew off. My cock became extremely sensitive and I started gushing into her cunt then.
"I feel it ... I feel it!" Dory cried out. "I feel you coming in me ... I feel your cock squirting in my pussy, Fulton! Ohhh ... I'm coming again! All over ... again ... God, Fulton ... you're making me come again! Ohhh ... ohhhh ... ohhhh...."
I was totally exhausted, and I slumped down on top of my sister, my cock still buried inside her pussy. I could feel a slight clasping sensation down there, and learned later on that she had what we used to call a 'sucking pussy.' Dory was unaware of this muscular contractions her cunt would involuntarily do on a cock. Even after she understood it, she thought all girls did the same thing. She doesn't know how lucky she is to have a real clipping cunt.
That first fuck started us. After that, we was after each other every single chance we had. Sometimes, at night when our folks were asleep, I'd slip into Dory's bedroom and we'd fuck. Actually, her bedroom wasn't a room at all, but a huge closet with just a heavy curtain for a door. It's a wonder we weren't caught, because sometimes we became so excited we made a hell of a lot of noise.
When I was sixteen and Dory was fifteen, she started filling out. Her tits sprouted and her ass rounded nicely. Her skinny thighs became long and slender and her face cleared up of that awful acne she had. She became quite pretty, and, much to my disgust, popular with the boys.
She started dating at sixteen, and she told me that she let some of the boys fuck her, but not always.
For a few months there, Dory wouldn't give me any pussy ... she was getting all the prick she could handle from the guys she dated. Then, she changed. I don't mean she stopped fucking ... not my sister!
All of a sudden, she couldn't get enough cock. After she had been out with a boy, she would come in and if the folks were asleep, she would come to my room and tell me all about the boy's fucking technique ... what he did to her ... what she did to him ... whether it was good fuck or not. Naturally, this kind of talk would give me a hard on.
I, too, was dating. Some of the girls-a very few-would let me fuck them, but they were few and far between. I wanted more pussy than I was getting. I told Dory about the girls, and she was surprised at a few of them. It seems that they put on airs around the school about how good they were about not letting a boy do things to them and that sort of thing. I also told her that I wasn't getting enough pussy to keep me satisfied.
After our last talk, Dory would usually come home and let me fuck her then, but she always had a cunt full of some boy's come and I didn't care for that to much. I told her I wished she would wash her pussy out before I fucked her and she said it wasn't always possible.
That was when she started sucking me off.
It was her idea. She had been on this date and the boy, instead of fucking her, asked if she would give him a blow job. It was the first time she had done this, and she enjoyed it tremendously. She told me about it after her date, and while she talked, she was stroking my cock up and down.
"Would you like for me to suck your cock, Fulton?" she asked.
"Sure ... I've kissed your cunt, you know," I reminded her. "That first time years ago."
"Yeah, you did, didn't you?" she grinned at me in the darkness. "And it was real good, too. You know ... you made me come that day for the first time."
"Then use your mouth on my prick and make me come," I said to her.
"Would you like to come in my mouth, brother dear?" she said in a teasing voice, her fingers manipulating my cock. "Would you really and truly enjoy squirting your come into my mouth?"
And the next thing I knew, my sister was bending over me and had her lips around my cock and was slidding them up and down swiftly, her tongue moving every place at once. She didn't have much technique at cock sucking then-it was only the second time she had done it-but she was hungry for it and made little noises in her throat as she sucked up and down. When ! felt my come boiling around inside my balls, I told her so, thinking maybe she would pull her mouth away. But not my cock sucking sister ... oh, no! She had found another aspect of sex that she enjoyed tremendously and she wasn't about to stop now. One ol her hands gripped my balls hard, squeezing them tightly. Her lips compressed around my cock and her tongue fluttered all over the sensitive head. Then I was coming ... coming into her mouth. My cock spewed a great quantity of thick juice into her warm, moist mouth, and I could hear her gurgling as she swallowed it all. When I finished spurting, she licked her tongue around the slit there, cleaning it off. Then she pulled her mouth from my deflating cock and kissed my cheek.
"How was that, brother dear?" she whispered. "Isn't your sister becoming an awful wanton? Fucking every stiff prick she can get her hot pussy around and then coming in here and sucking that sweet cock off. Was it good ... did I suck you nicely?"
"Christ yes!" I said hoarsely. "The first blow job I've had, too."
"Then you would like more?" she asked, tickling my empty balls with her fingers. "You'd like for me to suck you off quite often?"
"God, yes!"
"All right ... I will," she said. "But ... since my cunt hasn't had a fuck today ... well, why don't you eat me? If I suck you off, then it's only fair that you lick my twat."
Dory lifted her skirt and slipped her panties off, then she got onto the bed with me and straddled my face. She squatted down with her thighs on either side of my head and I found myself with a mouthful of hairy cunt. She was hot ... very hot. Her pussy was dripping and when I pressed my lips to it, I could taste her come right away. She started rubbing her pussy up and down my chin, mouth and nose. I put my hands on her thighs and shoved my tongue out, and it slipped between the slippery lips of her cunt.
"Ohhh, Golly ... yes, Fulton, yes! Stick your tongue up my snatch! Lick the inside of my pussy ... tongue fuck me ... use your tongue as a cock ... fuck me with it ... lick me ... suck my cunt ... eat my pussy ... ohhhh ... lick ... suck ... suck pussy!"
I did everything she wanted me to do. I thrust my tongue deeply into her hot cunt and fucked it in and out, tasting the dripping fluids and swallowing them. I wormed my tongue around her inflamed clitoris and she went wild. Her naked ass was squirming around on my face so much I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care ... I was really enjoying sucking her twat.
I tongued her to an orgasm, but she wouldn't lift her pussy off my face. She wanted more, and I brought her to another come ... and another. My sister came four times before she finally fell away from me. By this time my face was smeared with her juices, but I didn't care about that. I was tired ... my jaws hurt from holding my mouth open so long and my tongue was sore.
When I woke up the next morning, her cunt juice was dried on my face.
After that, Dory and I seldom fucked. What we wanted was to suck and lick each other off. It became our way of sexual relations. She started sucking her dates instead of fucking them, and I, of course, started eating pussy frequently. I found more girls willing to let me suck their cunts, saying it was better than taking a chance on becoming pregnant. I sucked a lot of virgin pussies, and most of the girls would blow me, too. I found a steady supply of cunt then. Although my sister and I were getting all the sex we needed from others, we still enjoyed each other about twice a week. Don't ask me why she never got pregnant ... we don't know. I must have fucked her a few thousands times and neither of us took precautions. She didn't take precautions with her dates, either.
Then, when she was nineteen, she met this character and decided to get married. I was worried about not getting into her panties after she was married, but Dory assured me that she would always be available.
She was, too, and I found out the night of her marriage. Her brand new husband took to the sauce a little too much and passed out. Since he wasn't able to perform his husbandly duties, I went with Dory to her bedroom and we fucked and sucked each other almost all night long.
The man she married is a truck driver, and he's gone quite a bit. Dory doesn't run around on him. I mean ... she doesn't cheat on him with other men. I don't know if you would call it cheating with us, because we'd been doing it for years. A marriage didn't make any difference to us.
Then, when I was twenty-three, I met my wife and was married myself. It was a mistake from the word go. We dated for six months, and of course, we were fucking. Since I enjoyed eating pussy-and having my cock sucked off-my wife wasn't adverse to doing it. At least she wasn't while we were dating. But after we were married, she wouldn't do it any more. She said it was perverted and nasty. I don't know how she figured that, because she had sucked me off many times.
Well, I wasn't getting what I wanted at home, so I started hanging around my sister's house. When her old man was gone, we'd do what we both enjoyed best-cock sucking and cunt licking.
About six months ago, our mother's sister lost her husband. She had a daughter, my niece Sharon, whom she found herself unable to support. It seems my uncle had no insurance when he died, and since they never had much in the first place, my aunt was hard up for money. Fortunately, when Dory agreed to keep Sharon, it didn't require a change of schools.
When I found out Sharon was staying with Dory, I was upset because I was certain it would put a screeching halt to our sex fun. One day while Sharon was at school, I told Dory of my fears.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Fulton," she said. "After all ... you work in the evenings. She's at school all day ... we have all the time in the world."
Of course she was right.
Then, one morning about nine o'clock, my sister called me and said her husband had just left for a two week trip to the East Coast. It was one of his longest hauls, and I was really happy about that. He had been home for four or five days and I was getting horny as hell. O course, I had my wife I could have fucked, but fucking didn't give me the pleasure and relief that getting sucked off did. Dory and I were standing in kitchen of her house, arms wrapped around each other and tongue sucking while we felt each other up. I was fully dressed, of course, but Dory was wearing just a robe. I had untied the belt and pushed the robe apart so I could caress her naked ass. My sister slept naked, and she had not yet put on panties and bra. My tongue was deep in her mouth and she was sucking on it and grinding her pelvis against my swelling prick while I played around with her firm ass-cheeks.
We didn't hear the door open, but we sure heard it close.
We jumped apart quickly, fear in our eyes. Swiftly, Dory closed her robe and belted it. We turned just as our niece, Sharon came into the kitchen.
"Oh, hi, Uncle Fulton," she said.
"Hi," I replied, quickly sitting down at the table. I had a huge hard on and didn't want her to see it.
"What are you doing home, Sharon," my sister asked, her face flushed from the arousal she was feeling. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"I felt a little ill, Aunt Dory ... the nurse sent me home."
"What's wrong? Are you coming down with a cold?" Dory asked.
"No ... I just felt a little queazy in my stomach."
"Then shouldn't you go to bed?"
"No, I don't think so," Sharon said, moving to the serving bar between the dining room and kitchen. "Maybe a glass of milk will settle my stomach."
My sister poured her a glass of milk, then said she had better go get dressed.
The serving bar had three stools in front of it, and Sharon stepped up and sat down on one, her back to me as she drank the milk. I had never really looked at my niece before. Oh, I had noticed how pretty she was of course, but she was just a kid ... fourteen years old. But right then I took a good look at her. Maybe it was because of my throbbing hard on and my excited state. Anyway, I looked at her back, seeing her tight little ass flatten on the rotating seat of the stool.
Sharon was wearing her drill team uniform ... a cute affair modeled on the Scottish kilts. It was extremely short and showed off her slender, smooth thighs to perfection. After she finished the milk, she twisted the stool around until she was facing me. A white mustache of milk was on her upper lip. She had her thighs pressed close together, but the view of them made my cock throb all the more harder. Her firm little tits stuck out against the material of her blouse, and I was certain I could see the nipples straining there.
"I don't see much of you, Uncle Fulton," she said, a cute smile on her face. "Why do you hide out so much?"
"Oh, I don't hide out, Sharon," I told her, trying to keep from looking at her jutting tits and wonderful, exciting thighs. "You know how it is ... a guard works evenings and nights. I have to sleep days, you know."
"Are you working tonight?"
"Yes."
"Still at the same place?"
"Yes."
Then I was startled by what she did. Sharon grinned impishly at me, her thighs opening slightly. They parted just enough for me to see the white band of her panties, and she began to rock her ass back and forth on the stool. I don't mean she was sliding her ass on the seat, but she was making a little fucking motion. Seeing the crotch band of her panties and the way she was moving almost made me squirt off in my pants.
"You've got a funny expression on your face, Uncle Fulton," Sharon said.
I realized I had been staring between her thighs then, and guiltily jerked my eyes away. She giggled and parted her thighs a bit more, then slid down from the stood. Her already short skirt hiked up high, and I noticed a flash of white panties as she smoothed the skirt down over her hips. "Don't tell me you've been peeking, Uncle Fulton." Her voice was low and throaty.
"Peeking? What do you...."
"Why, you're blushing!" she giggled again. "You've seen a girl's panties before. After all ... a married man like you. Shame on you, Uncle Fulton," she teased.
Then Sharon did something she had never done before. She came over to where I was sitting and kissed my cheek.
"You be nice, now," she said in a whisper. "You be nice and maybe ... just maybe, you understand ... you can have a few more peeks."
Then, with a lewd laugh, she started toward the hallway, her tight little ass jiggingly saucily. At the doorway of the hall, she stopped and looked at me over her shoulder, all that long coppery hair looking like a cascade of glittering water. She grinned mischievously at me, then twitched her pretty little ass and disappeared.
I was shaken by her actions. I didn't know what to think. I was certain she had exposed her panties deliberately to me ... and her swaying ass most certainly wasn't unconscious on her part. I began to speculate about her. It had been years since I had a tender young piece of ass, and I found myself wondering if my niece was enjoying herself with the boys.
I was soon to find out.
Since Sharon was home this day, my sister and I were unable to do anything with each other. We whispered in the kitchen about taking a chance. It was possible that Dory could suck me off quickly, then I could lick her pussy while she sat in a chair, but still ... it was dangerous. We decided to wait until the next day.
My job isn't much, nor is the pay. But I'm a lazy kind of guy and I've never wanted to earn much money. Being a guard pays enough to support my wife and I adequately ... and it's real easy work. All I do is sit in this huge office and walk around the place every so often. Anyone can get into the grounds of the plant, but the doors to the building are locked and I have to make certain they remain so until the following morning ... or like on that evening, until the other man shows up at eleven o'clock to relieve me.
Around eight that evening, I was sitting in the office, thumbing through a magazine when the light tapping on the window came to me. I glanced up and saw Sharon standing there.
I was surprised, but pleasantly pleased and opened the door for her.
"What are you doing here, Sharon?" I asked her.
"Oh, I just thought I'd visit a while," she replied. "Aunt Dory told me you got awfully lonely here all by yourself."
I went back to the desk I had been sitting at and sat down, looking closely at her. My niece was dressed in one of those revealing miniskirts and a tight blouse. It was impossible for me to keep my eyes away from the straining titties scarcely concealed beneath the thin material. Her firm little nipples were easily and delightfully out-lined. While I watched her, she walked around the huge office, swaying her cute ass sexily as she peered at the papers on desks. Finally she moved to the desk directly across from me. This desk was about six of seven feet away, and facing the one I was sitting at. She pulled the swivel chair out and sat down, swinging around in it playfully for a moment, then she stopped and placed her elbows on the desk, her chin in her hands ... and stared at me.
The front of the desk was not covered, and when I glanced down there, I found myself with a wonderful view of her dimpled knees and smooth thighs. I realized I was openly gazing up beneath her short skirt, but I couldn't help it. She had her thighs slightly parted, and I was again seeing the crotchband of her white panties. Either she didn't know I was looking at her down there, or ... she wanted me to!
For a long time we didn't say anything to each other, then she started talking about school, saying how much of a drag it was and wished she was older so she could quit.
After a short time, Sharon got out of the chair and pulled it around to the side of the desk. Placing it in position, she sat down in it once again. Then, to my surprise, she lifted her feet and placed them on the desk, rearing back in the chair. Her position was such that the under sides of her luscious thighs were exposed to me. Again I stared at all that creamy, delectable flesh of my niece. She continued talking about school, then she began telling me of her boy friends, about their groping hands and eagerness to get into her panties.
At first I didn't hear what she was saying because I was so absorbed in the delightful view I had of her thighs. Sharon squirmed around in the swivel chair and finally succeeded in scrunching her ass to the very edge. My eyes bugged then. The tightly pantied roundness of her ass-cheeks were now exposed to me. My cock leaped upwards, throbbing mightily inside my pants.
Still sitting in that exposed position, Sharon said suddenly, "Uncle Fulton, you've been putting it to Aunt Dory ... haven't you?"
"Wha ... how do you...."
"Oh, come off it, Uncle Fulton," Sharon said, grinning lewdly at me. "I've had the suspicion for weeks now. When I came in this morning, the two of your were flushed and I could see your ... your hard on, before you sat down."
"Christ ... Sharon, you...."
"Don't you know you shouldn't screw around with your sister, Uncle Fulton," she grinned wider. "That's incest ... you know that."
I was startled by her revelation ... and scared. If Sharon started talking around, there would be more trouble than I wanted. I fidgeted nervously in my chair, my cock gone soft now. Of course, she hadn't mentioned any conclusive facts to her suspicion ... but how much did she knew?
"You don't have to worry, Uncle Fulton," she said, her voice low. "That is ... you don't have to worry if you are nice to me."
"Nice to you? What do you mean?"
"You been looking up my dress ever since I walked in her, Uncle Fulton. Tell me ... do you like what you see?"
"Christ, Sharon ... you're only fourteen."
"Big shit!" she sneered suddenly. "Fourteen ... twenty ... thirty ... so what? A girl likes to fuck no matter what her age is."
"You shouldn't talk like that," I said nervously.
"You like what you see ... I can tell," she said. "You've been staring at my ass for ten minutes now, not hearing a mother fucking word I've said. Why, I bet you've got a very nice hard on, Uncle Fulton."
"Sharon, I ... I think you should leave before...."
"Before what? Before you get so excited you come over here and fuck me? What's so bad about that, Uncle Fulton? You've been fucking your sister ... what's so different about getting a piece of my ass? I'm just your niece."
"Fourteen ... Christ ... I don't...."
"Uncle Fulton ... I'm very pretty, and you know it. It isn't as if I was a stupid cherry ... I'm not. I've had cock before ... lots and lots of cock. I've had different sizes stuffed into my cunt, and let me tell you ... I've liked every goddamn one of them."
While I was trying to gather up my emotions, Sharon dropped her feet to the floor. Then, in a brazen manner, she threw her thighs wide apart. She lifted her cute ass slightly and pulled her skirt high, bunching it around her waist. She shoved her hips forward again on the chair until her ass-cheeks were hanging over the edge.
"Like what you see, Uncle Fulton?" she said in a low throaty voice. "You know why I came here, don't you? I came here because my pussy is hungry, Uncle Fulton ... my cunt is burning up ... it's so moist and slippery right now ... it wants a nice, hard cock inside it, Uncle Fulton ... wouldn't you like to fuck me? It would be a shame if I had to finger fuck myself, wouldn't it?"
Sharon ran one hand down her stomach, across the white panties, then down between her thighs. She openly rubbed her fingers up and down her concealed twat, and my cock started standing stiff and hard again.
"It would be a shame, you know ... and a terrible waste, wouldn't it? I have a boiling cunt here ... you should stick your cock inside my cunt ... it's very tight ... I've been told that many times ... and so slippery." My niece squirmed her ass in the chair, her eyes almost closed. Her pink tongue flickered out to moisten already moist lips, excitement causing her body to shiver deliriously.
"I love cock, Uncle Fulton," she went on, stroking her still concealed cunt. "I love it when a prick is nice and hard and throbbing ... when it shoves up my cunt ... when it squirts all that sweet, warm come into my snatch ... Ohhh ... I'd love to have your cock sliding in and out of my pussy, Uncle Fulton."
"Sharon, I don't ... "
"Oh, you don't?" she gazed at me with listening eyes. Her fingers ran inside the crotch band of her panties then, and she slowly pulled it aside, revealing a deliriously coppery-haired pussy to me. Although her cunt hair was thick and lush, I could see the pink lips of her pussy easily. With one hand, she parted the silken strands, then the lips of her pussy were held open and I was staring at her tiny clitoris. "Are you trying to tell me that you don't want to fuck this pretty, hot pussy of mine? Is that it, Uncle Fulton? You know what I think ... I think you're one of those men who would rather lick and suck a girl's cunt than fuck it. Am I right, Uncle Fulton?"
My tongue was thick inside my mouth ... I couldn't speak ... all I could do was stare at the cutest goddamn cunt I had ever seen. I could see the dew drops of her juices beading the coppery hair and the pink lips. I swear I could see those cunt lips actually twitch from that far away.
"If you want to suck my cunt, Uncle Fulton," Sharon said softly, stroking a finger up and down her inflamed clitoris, "you would find me very cooperative. I like having my pussy licked and kissed ... It makes me come and come. See ... it's all moist and ready for your tongue, Uncle Fulton."
As if in a trance, I stood up and started toward her. My cock was bulging from my pants now, throbbing with such force it was actually hurting me. I moved close to her, then knelt between her thighs. I placed my hands on her knees and felt the heat of her flesh ... and I gazed into that delectable, hair-lined cunt of my niece.
"Kiss me, Uncle Fulton," Sharon urged, holding her pantie crotch wide for me. "Kiss my legs ... lick my thighs ... press your face into my hair-pie cunt and taste it. You'll like it, Uncle Fulton. I've been told my pussy is very nice eating."
As though mesmerized, I lowered my face to her smooth, slender thighs. I pressed my lips to the right one, then started licking up and down the trembling thigh. Turning to her left thigh, I started kissing and licking at the smooth inner surface, working my tongue up until I was at her cunt. Then, unable to control myself any longer, I plunged my face into her pussy and started sucking and licking furiously. I pulled her tiny clitoris between my lips and worked my tongue all around it, then lapped down until I buried my tongue deeply into her clasping, tight, slippery cunt.
"Ohhh ... Uncle Fulton!" She squealed in pleasure, grabbing the back of my head and holding my face tight into the steaming, hairy slit. "Yes, tongue fuck my hot cunt ... thrust it in and out ... fuck it ... suck it ... lap it ... eat it! O God ... that's nice ... so nice ... Ohhh ... eat my pussy ... lap my cunt like a kitten lapping up water! Oh my ... you're wonderful, Uncle Fulton ... a beautiful cunt eater ... a wonderful pussy sucker ... lick ... suck...." I gripped her little-girl hips and tried my damndest to devour that tasty cunt of my niece. She had been absolutely correct ... her cunt was one of the most delicious that I have ever tasted. Sharon wiggled her rounded ass on the swivel chair, using one hand to hold the crotch of her panties aside for me and the other hand was working underneath her blouse, squeezing and pinching her swelling tits. With my tongue making alternate strokes into her cunt and then up to lick at her excited clitoris, I used my left hand to slip beneath her blouse and search for one of her titties. My palm lay across an erect nipple, and I began to squeeze it as she did the other one. Her hips began rocking up and down against my face, twisting and gyrating as her pleasure increased.
"Ohhh ... I'm going to come ... come ... fuck me, Uncle Fulton ... tongue fuck me ... make me come ... ohhh, this is wonderful!"
Then I felt her cunt lips contract around by thrusting tongue as she entered a wild climax. The slippery juices flowed from her, and I took them into my mouth, swallowing quickly as my tongue dipped and delved for more. When her orgasm receded, I went right back after another. My tongue rolled and thrust furiously into that steaming snatch of my niece ... licking ... sucking ... tasting. I opened my lips wide and circled her quivering cunt lips and sucked them completely into my mouth, my tongue fluttering insanely around her inflamed clitoris ... and Sharon experienced a second body shattering come.
When I knew she was finished, I leaned back, sitting on my heels and looked at the devastation I had brought to her cute cunt. The coppery-colored hair was matted with a combination of her cunt juice and my saliva ... and was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.
I stayed there before her as she rested. Her hand had slipped from the crotch of her panties, but it did not completely cover her cunt. One sweet lip and plenty of pussy hair still showed. Finally she stirred, opening her eyes and looking down at me.
"Your face is covered with cunt juice, Uncle Fulton," she giggled. "My ... if I had known you were such an expert cunt licker ... I'd have been after you a year ago."
"You were right, Sharon," I told her. "You do have a sweet cunt ... the tastiest pussy I've ever eaten. And you were also right about me being a confirmed pussy licker. I'd rather suck a cunt than spoil it by sticking my hard cock up it."
"We can talk about that later, Uncle Fulton," she said, grinning at me and petting the top of my head like I was some faithful pet. "Of course, now that you've licked me off, you'll have to fuck me someday. I'm not about to let you get away, Uncle Fulton. I saw that big prick of yours bulging inside your pants and if there's one thing I like ... it's a huge, hard cock!"
I stood up then, and my niece stared at the still bulging prick inside my pants. She reached out and caressed it with her fingers, then cupped her palm around it and squeezed gently.
"I suppose I should take care of this before I go, don't you think, Uncle Fulton?"
"Would you be willing to...."
"To suck it?" she finished for me. "You just let me get my hands on that cock, Uncle Fulton ... I'll suck your prick off like it's never been sucked before. Listen ... you can come in my mouth too, if you want. I don't mind ... I like the taste of a cock squirting in my mouth. I've done it before, Uncle Fulton, but only with boys ... this is my first grown-up cock."
Her fingers fumbled with my zipper and then she worked her hand inside my pants. She grasped my cock in her fingers and pulled it out into the open. Her eyes became large as she stared at it. My cock isn't all that big, but I understand it's a bit larger than most.
My niece wrapped her fist around the thick thing and started jacking up and down. Her other hand caressed the swollen, sensitive head gently. For a few moments, she satisfied her curiosity about my cock, then leaned forward and pressed her full lips to the tip, kissing it moistly.
"Oh, golly, Uncle Fulton," she said in a low voice. "This is going to be fun ... it's so big ... so hard. You have a beautiful prick ... and such a large cock head. I bet you'll simply fill my mouth until it overflows, won't you?"
"I'll come so much it will strangle you, Sharon," I said, excited beyond anything I had ever felt before. I sat down on the desk, with my cock standing straight up.
Sharon pulled her chair close to me, her hand's fondling my prick as if it were the first she had seen. Still sitting in the chair, she leaned over and started licking her tongue up and down my cock, tasting me. Small whimpers came from her as she kissed and licked. My cock was throbbing so much I was afraid I would come before she started sucking.
Finally, she licked her tongue up and around the swollen head. She tickled the dripping slit for a moment, then her lips parted and she sucked half of my cock down into her moist mouth. With her lips closed tightly around it, her head began to bob up and down, her tongue fluttering lightly, then stronger and harder as she sucked furiously. Her hands gripped my hips tightly as she sucked me. Although she was very good at cock sucking, I wanted to be in contact with her pussy. I slipped one of my shoes off, then raised my foot and removed my sock. And all this time, my niece didn't stop sucking furiously at my prick. Now, with my foot uncovered, I placed it between her thighs on the chair. Sharon, realizing what I was doing, opened her thighs wide and I poked my toe against the crotch of her panties. Wiggling it around, I was able to get inside the crotch. I moved my toe around until I had it shoved into her tight cunt. Now, with her sucking up and down swiftly on my prick, making moist, animal-like sounds. I fucked her cunt with my toe. Muffled sounds of delight came from her, and her mouth seemed to become tighter yet around my cock. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel what she was doing to me. Her ass squirmed around my toe and she started hunching back and forth against it, working my toe farther into her slippery cunt. I became so excited I couldn't hold off any longer. My cock seemed about to burst. Then, when my niece had her lips around the head and her tongue swirling at the slit, I began to squirt into her mouth. She gurgled, her throat working furiously as she continued twirling her tongue around the slit. I gushed and gushed into her mouth and down her throat. Sharon was very good at sucking a cock ... she didn't lose a fucking drop of my come. Every bit of the white thick stuff went straight into her stomach.
After I was finished, my niece pulled her lips from my cock and leaned back in the chair, her head on the back of it, eyes closed. Her full lips looked bruised, and when I glanced down her body, I saw my toe still buried inside her pussy.
"Golly," she said finally, opening her eyes and looking at me. "You sure do come a bucket full, Uncle Fulton. I didn't think your cock would ever stop. Oh, don't get me wrong ... I loved it ... I loved sucking it ... and I loved it coming in my mouth that way. And, God ... fucking me with your toe! I've done a lot of things before, but that's the first time I've gotten my self fucked by a toe! Wild ... weird ... and so fucking delicious!"
Sharon and I had been with each other for almost two hours, and I wanted her to get home before my sister became worried. I showed my niece where the bathroom was and she went in to straighten herself up. When she returned, she was quite presentable and didn't give any indication that she had just gone through a wild session of mouth fucking.
I was afraid for a few days, wondering if Sharon would mention anything to my sister. Although my sister and I had been sucking and licking each other for years, I wasn't sure how she would take it if she found out about me and our niece. Of course, Dory's husband was still away, and I still went to her house each morning after Sharon had gone to school.
A few days after the incident with my niece, I was at my sister's house and we had stripped for action. Lately, we had been indulging in what is commonly called sixty-nine. After we were naked, I would lay on the floor and Dory would crawl on top of me ... with her hair cunt across my face, naturally, and her mouth down with my cock.
I had my hands clutching her rounded ass-cheeks and my face buried as deep as it would go into her dripping cunt. My feet were toward the door, and my knees up, legs wide. My sister was gobbling, furiously at my prick, hanging into my balls with one hand. My tongue was shoved far into her moist pussy and my nose was brushing her asshole. I was so involved in sucking and tongue fucking my sister, that I didn't hear the front door open. In fact, I was so involved in licking her pussy, I didn't realize my sister had stopped sucking my cock and was struggling to lift her pussy from my face.
"Let me go, Fulton," she screamed. "Sharon's here!" That broke through my inflamed mind. I jerked my hands from my sister's ass and shoved. Dory fell from me, sprawling on the floor, her legs flying wide apart. Quickly, my sister shoved a hand down in an attempt to hide her cunt. I sat up and crossed my legs, trying to conceal my still erect cock for some stupid reason. My niece had already seen the thing and sucked it once before, too. I suppose it was the shock of her walking in on us that way.
"Aha!" Sharon said, staring at my sister and I. "I knew it! I told you I knew you were doing this with her, Uncle Fulton!"
"Sharon, what are you...." Dory started to say, still hiding her pussy as best she could. She wasn't all that successful, because the curling hairs were peeking from her fingers. "Why are you home?"
"Why ... to join in on the fun, naturally," Sharon said quite calmly. "Why should I sit on my ass in school when there's so much more nicer things to do here at home."
"Sharon, you can't...." my sister stammered, her face flushed red with embarrassment.
"Oh, yes I can!" Sharon said, walking around us, her eyes burning as she stared at our nakedness. "If you tell me I can't, then I suppose I'll have to tell my grandparents what you two are doing."
"You wouldn't!"
"I would, Aunt Dory," Sharon grinned wickedly. "And you know fucking good and well I would. But ... you let me get in on this fun and I might keep my mouth shut."
My sister looked at me, panic in her eyes. "What are we going to do, Fulton?" she asked.
"I don't know about you, Dory," I told her, "but I'm going to let our niece have some of my cock ... if she wants it."
"You better fucking well believe I want it, Uncle dear," Sharon said. She stood in the center of the floor now, and she was removing her clothing. "I not only want to get my hot pussy sucked off again ... but this time you're going to have to fuck me."
"Oh God!" my sister moaned, rocking back and forth, her swollen tits jiggling.
Sharon was now standing there naked, all of her deliriously wonderful tits and cunt and ass exposed to us. Christ, but she was a real beauty ... and so young and tender ... and totally wanton and unashamed.
She stood with her legs apart, and she was openly caressing her cunt with one hand, her hips arched forward. Dory stared at our niece with amazement, then she started to laugh.
"God ... what a family!" she said. "Are we all crazy?"
"No," Sharon said. "We aren't crazy ... you and I just have hot cunts, that's all ... and we mustn't forget that lovely hard cock of your brother's, must we?" She lifted a foot and gently kicked my upstanding cock. "We aren't crazy at all ... just hot-pantied."
Then, without saying anymore, my niece threw one leg over my body and stood above me straddle-legged. She had her back to my head, and I was looking up at not only her finely rounded little ass, but the hair-lined lips of her cunt, too. I could see her hands pull and probe at her pussy as she looked down at my cock, then she started squatting down, her ass-cheeks spreading until her cute little asshole was exposed to me. Using one hand, my niece grasped my prick and brushed the head of it up and down her cunt lips, her body trembling with anticipation.
"I'm going to fuck this lovely cock, Uncle Fulton," she said eagerly. "I'm going to stuff it up my cunt and fuck it until you come ... until you fill my pussy with every drop of your come."
I watched as she lowered her cunt down, and then my cock disappeared all the way into her stretched pussy.
"Ohhhh ... you're so big, Uncle Fulton," she cried out, her naked ass trembling as my prick filled her ever so tight cunt. "Golly ... this is great! I've never had such a huge prick up my twat! Oh boy ... fuck me ... fuck my little pussy with this monster ... fuck me good!"
Fuck her my ass. She was bouncing up and down so energetically that I couldn't move in rhythm with her. She was squealing in delight as she gyrated her crotch here and there, the smooth muscles rippling in her widely spread thighs. I ran my hands down and cupped her ass ... feeling it ... fondling it ... squeezing it ... probing at her tiny puckered asshole. Young or not, my niece knew how to fuck a man.
My sister watched us fucking for a minute, then she became so excited she forgot all about her fear and embarrassment. She crawled around so that she was facing our niece, her body between my thighs. I felt her hand fondling my balls while Sharon fucked up and down. It was such an intense sensation of pure pleasure I almost shot off into Sharon's cunt then and there. It was my first experience at having relations with two girls. And here I was, my niece fucking me and my sister playing around with my loaded balls.
"Suck his fucking balls," Sharon shouted, her ass bouncing like an air hammer. "Lick his hairy nuts ... kiss them ... take his hairy balls in your mouth, Aunt Dory, and suck them ... while I fuck his big cock!"
Then I felt the moist warmth of my sister's mouth on my balls. She sucked both of them into her mouth and I almost went out of my fucking mind. The sensations that flowed through me were so great I couldn't hold off any longer.
"Come, Uncle Fulton!" Sharon screamed, her body shuddering as her pussy convulsed around my cock ... her orgasm so violent that her whole body shook and trembled. "Come ... come up my cunt! I'm doing it ... I'm coming ... I'm coming around your prick ... make it shoot ... make it squirt and fill my fucking hot snatch!"
I began gushing then ... spewing my thick come like never before. I could feel my balls pull up tight against my groin, but my sister's mouth never released them once while I came off into my niece's spasming pussy. When we were finished, Sharon sat on me for a long time, her naked titties heaving as she struggled to regain her normal breathing, her ass shivering from the intense pleasure she had received. I felt my sister's mouth pull from my balls, and a cool breeze seemed to come over them.
After a moment, my niece lifted her ass from my deflated cock and the semen started dripping from the lips. She lay down beside me, her legs wide apart, one of them thrown over my stomach.
"Suck me, Aunt Dory," she said in a soft voice, her hands squeezing her own upthrusting tits. "Put your mouth on my cunt and suck your brother's come out ... stick your tongue up my twat and lick his come out of me."
My sister whimpered, her eyes gazing at our niece's exposed pussy. Then, with a desparing cry, she flattened her body out between Sharon's thighs and hungrily started licking and sucking the coppery-colored pussy. I lifted myself up on my elbows so that I could watch my sister suck cunt.
Sharon giggled softly, rocking her naked ass up and down, petting the top of my sister's head. She reached out and pulled my face down to hers, my lips pressing hard on her mouth. My niece's tongue shot forth, and I sucked on it while my sister lapped insanely at her cunt. And while I sucked her tongue, I played with a fine, upstanding tit. Sharon's hand wormed down underneath her thigh until she was gripping my cock, working it up and down until I once more had a bulging hard on.
After a bit, my niece wiggled around until she had my cock stuffed far into her mouth. She didn't mind at all that it was still messy with her cunt juice, and while she sucked my cock, my sister licked her pussy to a couple of orgasms. Everything was so damned exciting to me, it wasn't long before I came off in my niece's mouth. She gurgled and swallowed every last drop of my semen, just as she had done in the office where I worked.
Needless to say, there are no limits to which the three of us go now.
My sister made Sharon promise to stay in school ... telling her that she could join us in the evenings and early afternoons when her husband was out of town. And of course, we had Saturday's and Sunday's together. As you may well know, Sharon, by this time, has used her mouth on my sister's cunt a number of times.
No, I don't think either of them are lesbians. They enjoy cock too fucking much! It's because of the added thrills we get, I suppose. Sharon still dates boys at school, and on a number of occasions she's come home and my sister has sucked the semen from her pussy. I'm usually working on these occasions, but they tell me all about it when I get with them the following day. Sharon has proposed that her aunt go on a double date with her, but Dory has refused. My niece has also proposed that she bring me a pussy full of come some kid has shot up her snatch ... saying she would enjoy having me suck it out. But, hell, I'm not a cock sucker! I don't have any desire to suck some kid's come juice from her twat.
Sharon is a wild little cunt. She can dream up some of the most impossible things for us to do. Most times my sister and I go along with it ... just for the excitement, you understand.
She likes for the three of us to remain naked all the time, even when we have meals. Once, she had me stick my cock in a soft drink glass, then she drank it down. And on another occasion, she sucked my cock until I was ready to come, then held my prick over her glass of soda, making me gush out into it. I think it was crazy as hell, but she and my sister then shared the soda mixed with my come, giggling and saying it improved the taste of the coke.
Where all this will end, I don't know. For my money, I don't see any reason that it should end. I can't speak for the girls, but I'm having the time of my life.
From the foregoing revelation, we can see that the fourteen-year-old niece is quite a sexual young girl. Many of her practices are consid red perverted, yet, what is perversion? Certainly, in this day and age, oral-genital relations can't be considered a perversion. And, when we consider the intensity of the pleasure of the participants, can we consider their actions-no matter how strange and bizarre they may seem deviant?
It would appear that this young niece is the aggressor in the incestual relationship, but when we examine the story more closely, both the uncle and aunt willingly agreed to whatever the young girl dreamed up. It is true that Sharon initiated relations with her uncle and aunt, but now that she is a full-fledged participant, she can in no way be considered the aggressor.
Fortunately she is not obsessed with the genitals of her aunt and uncle, because if this were so, she would no longer be dating boys her own age. Unfortunately, Fulton and Dory do seem obsessed with each other.
CHAPTER FIVE
We now will examine a case of incest and oralism consisting of a mother and her daughter.
This mother, a widow, apparently has a total lack of inhibitions and morals, which she instilled in her daughter at an early age. Melba, the mother, although quite attractive, does not consider herself pretty enough to enter into sexual relations with a man her own age. There is one thing-which she considers a defect-that she tries hard to conceal from people. When her husband was killed in an auto crash, she was injured severely, and now there is an unattractive scar just below her right breast. Her daughter, Joy, was not injured. The accident happened when Joy was two years old.
Now, at the age of thirteen, she is becoming quite a beauty ... and, like her mother, she has no morals whatsoever.
Melba is-and has been-a confirmed oralist for many years prior to her marriage, and she states that she and her husband practiced oral-genital relations almost exlusively. For a year after the accident, she tried to control her sensual emotions, and finally, giving in to them, she purchased a rubber dildo with which to satisfy her oral desires. This instrument is constructed in such a manner that the artificial testicals can be filled with any liquid substance she desires.
Melba would take this artificial penis to bed with her at night, after first filling the testicles with warm milk or wine, and sometimes whiskey. There, in the privacy of her bed, she would make oral love to this rubber object.
Melba tells of her actions, starting with the rubber dildo and bringing her actions up to date.
I would take this rubber cock to bed with me. Sometimes I would fill the balls with warm milk, because that remined me more of man's come than anything else.
I've glued some of my own hair around the base of the rubber cock and balls, and it actually looks real.
Well, I take all my clothes off and crawl on top of the bed. I've got mirrors placed in strategic positions so I can watch myself while I love my rubber prick. I have a huge mirror at the head of my bed and one at the foot. Naked, I lay on my stomach and prop the rubber cock on the bed between the pillows. Using my imagination, I visualize the cock as real and attached to a man.
While watching myself in the mirror, I lick all over the cock, moistening it nicely with my saliva. During this licking, I can gaze in the mirror and watch every thing I do, and the mirror is tilted at such an angle that I can see into the one at the foot of the bed. I watch the way my naked ass squirms around as my excitement grows. Then, as I get hotter, I spread my legs real wide so I can see my cunt. Of course, by now it's quite wet down there and the juice is literally running from me. Now I'm ready to start sucking the prick. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the nicely constructed head, fluttering my tongue around the small hole on the end.
This rubber cock is quite large, and sometimes I have difficulty in getting all of it into my mouth. My lips stretch tightly around it, and I get such a wonderful thrill from mouthing the rubber cock, that my cunt is quivering madly by now. I can see not only the way my lips stretch around the cock, but I can also see my hairy snatch as I suck.
Now, sometimes I spend hours just licking and sucking this rubber cock, and I enjoy five or six wonderful orgasms this way. Sometimes, to increase the pleasure, I will use one hand, reaching back to caress my naked ass while I suck. But it's quite important that I keep one hand on the rubber balls. You see, when my pleasure gets away from me, and my come is very strong, I have to squeeze the balls and make the milk-or whatever I've put in there--squirt into my mouth.
I pull the cheeks of my ass apart and rub my asshole sometimes ... it depends on how I feel at the time. But my main pleasure is in sucking and licking the cock, not messing around with myself. And it isn't the fact that I make the cock squirt in my mouth that I want, either ... what I enjoy is just licking and sucking it.
No, I don't have the desire to stick it up my cunt. I don't care for fucking hardly at all. I never enjoyed it much with my husband or the few boys I went out with before I was married. I was so happy when I discovered my husband was a confirmed cunt licker. That's what I like best as far as my pussy goes ... getting it licked ... but my mouth is my main pleasure. Call my mouth my pussy if you want ... that's the way I think of it.
Sometimes when I'm out shopping, I keep my lips nice and moist, thinking how the men would react if they knew they were looking at my cunt instead of my mouth. On a few occasions, I've actually experienced an orgasm when some man looked at my face, because in my own mind, he was seeing my exposed cunt. No, I'm not an exhibitionist ... I might be, though, if it weren't for that fucking scar below my tit.
But to get back to my rubber cock. When my daughter, Joy, started going to school, I began to wander around the house, doing my work naked. I always carried my rubber cock with me, keeping it clasped between my arm and side up close to my armpit. That way, it would become warm and I could imagine it as a real cock. During the day, I would stick it between my lips and suck on it while I did my household chores.
Then, when Joy was about seven years old, she came home from school late. I asked her why and she said, "That little boy down the street made me go in the bushes and showed me his thing."
"What thing?" I asked, innocently at the time.
"You know, Mama," Joy said, pointing between her thighs. "The thing he has down there."
"Oh...." I said, and immediately I could visualize the little boy's cock standing out of his pants. "What did you do, Joy?"
"I couldn't do anything, Mama ... he had hold off my arm and wouldn't let me go until I felt of it."
"Was it a big ... thing?" I asked my daughter, becoming quite agitated with excitement.
"Oh, no! It wasn't even as big as my finger." Joy held her finger up to me.
"What did you think of it, dear?" I asked.
"I thought it was funny," she giggled childishly. "Why don't I have one of those, Mama?"
"What would you do with it, darling?"
"I'd play with it," she said in complete innocence. "I don't have anything down there to play with ... just a silly looking slit."
"Would you like to play with a little boy's thing, dear?" I asked my daughter, becoming more excited by the minute.
"If I said yes, you might hit me."
I laughed at her, then scooped her up in my arms and hugged her tight to my tits. She squirmed and giggled, but she kissed my cheek.
"I wouldn't hit you, precious," I told her, kissing her smooth little neck. "I think it would be fun to play with a little boy's thing myself."
"You would?" her eyes became big and round.
"I sure would, precious." Then I got the idea about showing my daughter the rubber cock.
You see, before my husband was killed, we had discussed the pleasure we could have enjoyed if someone could watch us as we used our mouths on the other. When we talked about such things, I would become greatly excited ... and while I sucked my husband's cock off, he would talk about someone watching me, telling me how excited the person would become. If he said it was a man watching me suck his cock, he would be jacking off, wishing he could stick his cock into my mouth also. If my husband described another woman watching, then she would be naked and finger fucking herself while she watched the things I was doing.
"Would you like to see what your mother has, precious?" I asked my daughter. "I have a thing, as you call it."
"You have one between your legs, Mama?" she asked, her eyes huge and wondering.
"Oh no," I laughed. "I have a slit just like like you down there ... but I have one in my bedroom. Would you like to see it?"
"Can I play with it, too?" she asked.
"Of course you can ... we both can play with it, darling."
I let her down, and holding her hand, led her into my bedroom. She stared at the mirrors, and I told her, "I like to watch when I play with it."
"Where is it, Mama?"
"Right here, precious." I lifted the pillow where I had placed my rubber cock.
Joy stood at the edge of the bed, staring wide-eyed at it.
"Jeepers, Mama ... that's an awfully big one! Is it real?"
"No, precious," I couldn't keep from laughing at her innocence. "It's made out of rubber. See ... it even has hair on the balls."
"Balls?"
"Yes, dear," I picked up the rubber cock and fondled it. "These things here are called balls ... the long part is a cock, or a prick, whichever you want to call it ... it isn't a thing."
"Can I touch it?"
"Of course," I handed it to her.
Joy took the rubber cock in her hand and felt all over it, and just watching her play with the prick created an intense excitement in me. She squeezed the balls a bit, and some of the milk still inside squirted out the small hole.
"What's that?" she giggled.
"Milk ... that's what I put in the balls. When you squeeze them, the milk squirts out just like a real live man's cock would do. See...." I squeezed the balls and made it squirt. "A real prick ... the real thing on a man, has hair and squirts like that when you play with it. But I'm afraid a little boy can't do that."
"If it isn't real, how do you play with it, Mama," she asked. "Like a doll?"
"Well, in a way ... would you like to see me play with it? I mean ... what I do with it?"
"Can I? Ohhh ... yes, let me see!"
I was so excited, I had trouble getting out of my clothes. My little daughter stared at me after I was naked, her eyes glued to the cunt hair. I explained to her that when she was older, she would also have hair around her slit.
"Once your little pussy get's hair around it, precious, you'll have boys hanging around you like bees after honey."
Naked now, I placed the rubber prick between the pillows as I usually did. I crawled up on the bed and got into position so I could see myself, then I started licking the rubber prick with my tongue. I could see my daughter's big eyes in the mirror, watching everything my tongue did. Finally, I opened my mouth and closed my lips over the rubber cock and started sucking up and down on it. My cunt was twitching with intense excitement, and I had to stop sucking for a moment to bring myself under control.
"Look what this does to me, darling," I told my daughter, pointing to my naked ass. "Look between my legs ... see how wet my pussy gets."
Joy moved down and leaned over, staring between my widely spread thighs.
"Jeepers, Mama," she said. "You didn't pee, did you?"
"No, darling," I laughed again. "My cunt gets that way when I suck on this cock. When you get old enough, your little pussy will get wet like that, too."
I lifted my mouth back to the cock and started on it again. Joy watched from her position at the foot of the bed, seeing my lips move up and down the cock, then glancing back to my exposed pussy. The simple act of having her observe me brought me to a tremendous orgasm, and my pussy twitched and convulsed wildly, much to the amusement of my daughter. After I had come, I sat up on the bed, crossing my feet in front of me.
"Would you like to try that, precious?" I asked her, hoping that she would.
"I can't get that thing in my mouth, Mama ... it's too big."
"I know, dear ... but you can lick and kiss it, can't you?"
"Want me to take my clothes off ... like you did, Mama?"
"Of course, dear ... it's so much better when you're naked."
I watched my daughter strip her clothing off, and when she removed her little panties, I thought she had the sweetest looking little cunt a girl ever had between her thighs. Of course, there wasn't a hair on it, but I wasn't interested in her pussy for sexual enjoyment. I was only interested in her being naked as I was ... and licking and sucking on the rubber cock.
She crawled up on the bed and assumed the same position I had been in. She put one hand on the balls and then started licking her tongue up and down the way I had done.
"Open your legs, precious," I instructed her. "That way you can see your little cunt at the same time."
Joy did as I directed, and while she sucked and licked on the rubber cock, I watched her pussy closely. Of course my daughter couldn't take the cock into her mouth, but she did wrap her lips around the very tip. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and as she sucked the tip, I reached out and pressed on the balls, causing some of the milk to squirt into her mouth.
"Swallow the milk, precious," I told her, making the cock spurt a few times for her.
Joy whimpered then, and much to my surprise, she tried to take the huge head into her mouth. Her eyes became glassy and her little naked ass twisted about on the bed. I leaned over and looked between her open thighs, and to my amazment, saw her tiny cunt lips convulsing.
Then she pulled her mouth away from the rubber cock.
"Jeepers!" Her eyes were huge and round with surprise. "What happened to me?"
"I believe you just had an orgasm, darling," I said, just as amazed as my daughter was. I read someplace later on that a young girl such as Joy could actually experience an orgasm. "Was it good?"
"Oh ... wow! It felt awfully good, Mama ... could I do that again?"
"You might ... go ahead and try."
Joy went after the rubber cock now with determination, and although it took her almost half an hour, she did achieved another climax.
I found so much enjoyment of having my daughter watch me suck the rubber cock, that she was with me constantly after that. She began sleeping in my bed with me, and we would take turns using our mouths on the thing. Being so young and quite inquisitive, Joy wanted to examine my cunt and tits. There was no reason I should refuse her, and she probed and poked her little fingers into my cunt and felt of my titties. She discovered my clitoris and how much pleasure it gave me when she tickled it. I had her spread her legs wide and tickled her tiny clitoris so she would see the fun it gave her. I told her that if she played with her pussy long enough, using her hands, then she could bring herself to a come that way, too. Immediately she had to try this, and while I watched her, with the rubber cock stuffed into my mouth, my daughter masturbated her sweet little pussy.
by the time she was nine years old, she was sticking things up my snatch while I sucked on my rubber cock. I taught her all I knew about sex, and when she said she wanted to stick things into her own cunt, I went out a bought a tiny rubber cock for her.
That very afternoon, she wanted to try it out. We went into a bedroom and as soon as we were naked, she had her lips wrapped around the smaller rubber prick and sucked every inch of it into her mouth. But of course, this wasn't the reason I had purchased the thing.
"You stick it in my pussy, Mama," she said, spreading her legs wide and arching her tender cunt up into the air. "You shove it up my snatch and fuck me with it."
I reached out and spread the lips of her virgin pussy, then tried to shove the little cock into her. But Joy's cunt was dry ... and the thing wouldn't go no farther than just the head.
"Wait ... let me make it slippery for you," I said. I leaned back and thrust the tiny cock into my own cunt, working it in and out. "I'll just fuck myself with it and get it nice and slippery for you, precious."
She watched me, then became so heated she wouldn't wait any longer.
"Now me, Mama!" she squealed with anticipation. "Fuck me with it ... hurry and fuck me, Mama!"
I pulled the now thoroughly slippery rubber cock from my cunt and slipped it between the lips of her pussy. It was easier now, and I gently shoved it in, not wanting to injure her. But, unknown to me, my daughter had already been working her fingers around inside her pussy until she had no hymen left. The cock slipped easily into her, and then I began fucking her with it. Her little naked ass started squirming all over the place, and I had to place a hand on her pussy mound to hold her still. She was squealing with pleasure, her cunt rocking up and down, fucking back against my hand and the rubber prick. It didn't take much of this friction before she came.
After that, my daughter would want me to fuck her with the tiny cock frequently. I don't mean to say that she preferred having it inside her pussy to the thrills of sucking on it. She enjoyed sucking it better than fucking it.
Sometimes, we would lie side by side on the bed and suck the two pricks together. I always enjoy that. Seeing my daughter have fun that way was a big thrill to me.
One day, Joy said she would like trying something new.
"You suck the big cock, Mama ... and I'll fuck you with the little one."
As I mentioned before, I don't much care for getting fucked, but if that's what she wanted, I didn't mind. So, while I lay on my stomach and sucked the larger of the cocks, my daughter knelt at my naked ass and fucked my cunt with the little one. I watched her in the mirror, and she really enjoyed plunging the cock into my twat. I lifted my hips into the air so she could have a better access to my cunt. And while she fucked me with the little cock, she reached underneath my stomach and began stroking my clitoris. Before I knew it, I had such an orgasm, my whole naked body shuddered until the bed rocked on the springs.
Then, while I was recuperating from the tremendous come, I was amazed to see my daughter pull her rubber cock from me and plunge it into her mouth. The thing was slimy with my come juice, but apparently this was what she was after. She sucked the little rubber prick furiously, rocking her naked pussy back and forth. I could see that those sweet cunt lips were convulsing as she came.
After that, Joy always wanted to fuck me with her tiny rubber cock before she sucked it. She told me that the cunt juice on it made it all the more tasty and exciting to her. Maybe you could call her a pussy eater by proxy, I don't know, but she never once expressed the desire to suck my pussy ... and I never had the desire to lick her hairless little twat, either. Our sexual enjoyment came from licking and sucking those rubber pricks ... not eating pussy.
A few weeks after that, my daughter and I discussed what fun it would be if we had a real cock to suck on. We were lying in my bed, and while I thrust her tiny rubber cock in and out of her cunt and sucked on my larger one, we told each other of what we would do with a real boy or man's cock. Of course, the more we talked about such things, the hotter we became.
I didn't think anything would come of our talking. I figured it was just another method we had fallen into to arouse ourselves to feverish excitement. But Joy thought nothing of the kind. She was determined to get a real cock to suck on.
Then, a day or so later, my daughter came home leading this kid by the hand.
"Mama," she said. "This is Bobby. He lives on the next block."
"Hello, Bobby," I said, looking quizzically at my daughter. The boy she had brought home was hardly older than she was ... maybe a year at the most. Bobby was a frail, shy kid, and he stammered a lot when he spoke, which wasn't very often. He was very shy, and I had the impression he was frightened. Not of me or my daughter, but frightened of everything in general.
While the young boy stayed in the living room, I pulled my daughter into the kitchen and said, "Joy, have you been fucking around with this kid?"
"Just a few times, Mama," Joy said with a wide smile. "He's so afraid of everything he didn't try to stop me. Let's have some fun with him."
I hesitated for only a moment, then agreed that if the boy would be willing to play with us, then I would allow it. I had no qualms whatsoever about sucking a little boy's cock. In fact, I prefer it ... because they don't come off in my mouth. As I said, my enjoyment comes from sucking the cock, not swallowing the semen.
My daughter and I returned to the living room to find the kid sitting bashfully on the couch. I sat down in a chair and Joy sat next to him. I tried to draw the kid into conversation, but he was noncommittal.
After a few minutes, my daughter said, "Bobby .. let me play with your little cock. Mama won't mind."
Bobby turned red as a fire engine, but he didn't once look me in the eyes. He stammered something under his breath and fidgeted nervously on the couch. But my daughter wasn't about to take no for an answer. When she started rubbing her hand up and down his crotch, the kid just sat there silently, brick red and didn't try to stop her.
"It's getting hard, Mama," Joy squealed, giggling childishly.
She pulled his zipper down and reached into his open fly and pulled out a small prick. It was, as she said, hard. It wasn't much larger than my finger, but he had been circumcised when a baby and the head of his prick was nicely swollen. My daughter wrapped her fist around it and jacked it up and down a few times, then she pulled his fly open farther and pulled out his tiny balls. She toyed around with them for a minute or two, then went back to jacking him.
"This is all I've ever done with him, Mama," my daughter informed me. "I can't get him to touch my cunt or ass. When I showed my pussy to him, all he will do is look at it."
"Bobby," I said as gently as I could. I was already getting quite heated between my thighs from watching my daughter play with his cock. "Don't you want to play with a girl's pussy?"
The kid's lips worked, but there was no sound. He just sat there, with his cock and balls hanging out, flushing deeper and deeper.
"Maybe Bobby is one of those boys who would rather play with another boy's prick, Joy," I told my daughter.
"You mean, he's a boy cock sucker?"
"That's possible ... there are many of them around."
"If I was a boy," my daughter informed me with a giggle, "then that's what I'd be ... a boy cock sucker!"
Joy continued fondling and caressing Bobby's prick, and the longer I watched, the hotter I became. Finally, I could stand it no longer. I stood up and went to the bedroom and brought back out two rubber cocks. I handed my daughter hers and then sat back in my chair. I shoved the huge prick into my mouth and lifted my dress around my waist. I threw open my thighs and pulled the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my hair-lined cunt to the boy and my daughter. I had hoped that when he saw my pussy and the rubber cocks, he would become more aggressive ... all he did was stare at my pussy.
"Let's go in the bedroom, Mama," Joy said, pulling the boy to his feet. She grabbed his hard cock and led him to my room with me following.
The kid was so embarrassed-or frightened-that my daughter had to undress him. When I say the kid was blushing, I mean he was blushing. His whole naked body was red. He didn't make a whimper when my daughter placed him on the bed with his cock standing up in the air. Joy removed her clothing, and when she was naked, she crawled on the bed with him. Immediately she lowered her face to his' little prick and started sucking on it. I saw the kid tremble, but he still didn't say a word. He had one arm over his eyes, but when I became naked, he did peek at my body with one eye.
I got onto the bed with them and stretched out so that I could watch my daughter suck his cock. My pussy was wet and dripping from the erotic way her lips stretched around his prick, and the manner in which her face bobbed up and down. I reached out and cupped his small balls in my hand while my daughter sucked him.
"Let me, precious," I said to my daughter. "Let me suck him for a while."
Joy pulled her mouth away and I ran my tongue up and down his saliva-wet little prick. I can't tell you the sensations that were running through my body and mind then. All I can say is that my pleasure was intense from having a real live cock inside my mouth again. I sucked his prick into my mouth and began to nibble and lick and suck furiously.
Then it was my daughter's turn again.
We kept right on taking turns on his prick with our mouths until it began to become dark outside. Then we had to let the kid go home. After he had left us, my daughter and I stayed on the bed and talked it over. She was quite excited about sucking a real cock for the first time. We also discussed the merits of a grown man's prick in comparison.
The following afternoon, when she came home from school, my daughter brought the kid back with her. Only this time, he wasn't quite as bashful. Oh, he still acted very frightened, but he took more of an interest in what Joy and I were doing with him. In fact, he became interested enough in touching first her little hairless cunt, then mine. Although he didn't say it, I had the impression he preferred my pussy to my daughter's ... he spent an awful long time playing with the cunt hair and dipping his finger in and out of the slippery hole.
"Kiss my cunt, Bobby," I said to him, not really caring whether he did so or not. All I wanted to do was make him more active with us. "Put your face against my pussy and lick it with your tongue."
All he did was shake his head.
"All right, if you don't want to taste my cunt, how would you like to fuck me?"
Apparently that was quite agreeable with him. I lay back on the bed and instructed him to get between my legs. My daughter then took hold of his cock and guided it to my hairy pussy, and when his little prick was inside me, I started hunching my naked ass up and down, telling him to do the same. After a few inept attempts, the kid got the idea and he started fucking nicely for a ten-year-old kid. Neither of us came off, but it was exciting because my daughter was watching it. Then Joy wanted to get fucked by him.
That kid may have been bashful and quite frightened, but his little prick stayed up nice and hard for over an hour. He stuck his cock-which was slippery with my cunt juice-into my daughter's hairless pussy and they started fucking as if they had been doing it since the day they were born. I held his little balls while he pumped his naked ass up and down. I leaned down between their legs so I could watch all that sweet fucking between those two little kids, and I had my rubber cock shoved into my mouth and I was having all kinds of delicious little orgasms.
After he grew tired of fucking her, my daughter and I again took turns sucking his cock as we had the day before. Only this time, while I was sucking him, he would finger and rub my daughter's cunt ... when Joy was sucking him, he would finger fuck me. I even tried to get him to suck her pussy, thinking maybe he didn't want to do it to me because of the hair and wetness, but he wouldn't do it to her, either. I guess the kid just wasn't cut out to be a cunt licker.
We used this little boy for well over six months, and not one time did he ever kiss our cunts. He did become a bit more aggressive, but only when he was fucking us. He was always so passive and quiet when we were sucking him.
Then, when Joy was ten years old, she came home with a kid around fifteen.
"Hi, Mama," she said, grinning impishly as she introduced the boy to me. "Look ... this is Steve. He's got a whopper of a cock on him."
The boy grinned boldly at me, his eyes moving up and down my body. This kid wasn't bashful. No, he had experience, even at that age.
"Hi," he said, then startled me by reaching out and squeezing one of my tits. "You've got a pretty nice daughter here."
We sat down in the living room, and Joy told me about the boy.
"Steve's got a real big reputation in high school," she said, her eyes gleaming brightly. "I heard the girls talk about him. When I approached him and told him that I would like for him to show me his cock, he said I was nuts ... that I was too little to know about things like that."
"Yeah ... that's what I said," Steve replied. "And I thought she was, too. That is, until she reached out and took hold of my prick. That was when she said she'd like to suck me off."
"I did, too ... didn't I?" Joy said, her eyes twinkling merrily. "I even let him come in my mouth, Mama! Oh boy ... I really liked that."
There was something about Steve I didn't like. He was too bold ... too knowing ... too confident in himself. I was afraid he would be trouble for us ... and as it turned out, I was right.
"Your daughter says you're a cock sucker," Steve said blandly. "Is that right?"
"That's possible," I remained noncommittal with him, trying to decide what I should do. He was already involved with my daughter, which I didn't like one damn bit. I wasn't sure I wanted to become intimate with him ... or have my daughter continue doing things with him.
"You know," he said, staring openly at my straining tits. "That was the first time I ever had a ten-year-old girl suck me off. But then again, I've never had my cock sucked by a grown woman, either. If you can suck cock any better than your daughter, you must be an expert."
While Steve was saying this, he took my daughter's hand and placed it over his crotch, rubbing her palm up and down it. Joy sat there, grinning from ear to ear.
I suppose when I noticed my daughter unzip his pants and pull out his cock that was when I should have stopped this. But when I saw the boy's hard, throbbing prick, all those thoughts fled, leaving me with a tremendous urge to get my lips and tongue on that thing. It wasn't all that big, as it seemed to my daughter. Actually, Steve's prick was a normal sized one, but to Joy, since all she had to compare it wit was the tiny one of Bobby, it must have looked enormous.
Joy stroked her small fist up and down the pulsating prick, her eyes gleaming at the swollen, smooth head. A bit of his juice dribbled from the slit there, and Joy leaned over, shoving her tongue between her lip and licked it up. The boy patted the top of her head, hi eyes burning into mine.
"Stand up, Joy," he said to my daughter. "I want to take your clothes off. Let's get a look at that little cunt of yours. I don't remember ever seeing a little kid's pussy before."
My daughter stood complacently before him, and the boy removed every stitch of her clothing. Then, when she was totally naked in front of him, I watched as he ran his hands over her body ... feeling her non-existent titties ... rubbing her small ass ... shoving his hand between her thighs and fingering her hairless cunt. Joy stood there obediently. I was surprised at her silent acceptance of this kid. It wasn't like her at all.
"That's a sweet cunt, kid," Steve said after a moment, shoving my daughter aside roughly. "Someday you'll have a bit of hair around it and make a good fuck. But right now, I want to get a look at your mother's hairy snatch. I've never seen a grown woman' pussy, either."
"I ... I don't think ... I believe this has gone far enough," I said to the boy, finally deciding he was a bi too dangerous to mess around with. "You'd better leave."
"Naw, lady," he sneered. "Your kid here said you were a good cock sucker and that I could fuck you .. I'm not going anywhere until I get a blow job from the two of you and maybe a piece of ass."
"You aren't getting anything from us," I said sharply. "You better leave now."
"Listen, lady ... you know what the penalty is for messing around with a kid your daughter's age? No ... I think I'll get what I want ... from both of you!"
There it was ... the very thing I should have cautioned my daughter about. Exposure would create problems for us ... I would lose my daughter maybe, we were caught in a trap of our own making.
"Get out of your panties, lady," he ordered, running his fingers up and down my daughter's pussy as she sat uncomprehendingly next to him. "Let's have a look at your hairy cunt."
Trembling, I stood up and did as he directed. When I was naked, he told me to walk toward him. "And make those titties jiggle, baby ... and swing your ass like you were hot to fuck."
When I finally stood in front of him, Steve had me spread my legs and he felt my pussy, then plunged his finger between the lips. While he finger fucked me, he continued rubbing my daughter's clitoris. His cock was standing out of his pants, jerking insanely. Joy reached for it and started jacking him off while he fingered the both of us. Although I was scared, I couldn't take my eyes from that lovely prick of his. My mouth was watering and I slowly began to sink to my knees in front of him.
I stared for a moment at my daughter's tiny fist working up and down his cock, then leaned forward and sucked the deliciously swollen head between my lips. My brain seemed to be on fire at the fullness his cock made in my mouth. My pussy started twitching insanely, and right away I began to experience explosive, yet tiny, orgasms. I ran my tongue over the tip, tasting the slimy juices as they dripped from the slit, then I shoved my lips down as far as I could, feeling his cock head probe the entrance of my throat. My daughter's hand was still beating up and down on the other half of his cock, and she was whimpering and squealing with growing excitement.
"Don't let him come off, Mama!" she cried out. "Don't suck his come out ... let me ... let me take his come ... I want to swallow it!"
I mumbled something in reply, but she couldn't understand what I said because my mouth was stuffed with hard, lovely cock. I was so excited by having a huge prick in my mouth after all these years, I was a bit greedy. In fact, I was so excited I forgot all about technique. All that mattered was the wonderful thrill of having my mouth stuffed again by a throbbingly, wonderfully live cock.
"I'm going to blow, lady," Steve gasped, arching his cock farther into my stretched lips and mouth. "You want my come ... or does the kid get it?"
As I mentioned before, the taste of a man's come doesn't do much for me--just sucking and licking the hard cock is all I wanted. When I felt his prick swell up farther yet and began to jerk, I lifted my mouth from it quickly.
"Take it, Joy," I said, grabbing for the base of his cock with my fingers. "Hurry ... it's ready to squirt!"
My daughter dove her face downward, opening her lips wide. I leaned over so I could watch her swallow his come. Her lips hardly fit around the swollen head, but she succeeded in closing them just at the ridge.
"Suck ... suck my cock, you little cunt!" Steve moaned, grabbing the back of her head and holding her there. "Drink my come ... Ohhh ... here it is! Tickle the slit with your tongue while I shoot off in your cock sucking mouth!"
Joy, unable to truly suck him, worked her lips on his gushing prick. I saw her throat swallowing and she made moist, gurgling noises in her throat. Her eyes were wide open, round and staring ... yet unseeing.
They were glazed as her tiny, naked body shuddered in convulsions.
After she had swallowed his load, she leaned away and smiled happily at me.
"Jeepers!" she said in a small, almost awed voice. "That's what I like, Mama ... what I like best of all ... tasting that thick, delicious come!"
"Did you come, too, precious?" I asked her.
"Oh ... did I? Ooooo ... it was great!"
"Why don't you two cock suckers knock off the shit?" Steve said smugly. "In fact, why don't you and your kid, here, take my clothes off? Lady ... between you and your daughter, I'm going to have me one hell of a fucking time!"
Afraid he would talk about this, I did as he wanted. Joy and I soon had him stripped. Steve stretched out on the living room floor and told us to play with his cock and balls until it got hard again. So, with my daughter on one side and me on the other, we fondled and caressed his cock.
"Now," he said when his prick was standing up rigid, "I believe I'll have me some of that hairy cunt you have between your legs, Lady. You just squat your naked ass over me and fuck, hear?"
I would much rather have had him tell me to lick and suck his prick, but was afraid to refuse his order. I straddled him and squatted down.
"You, kid ... you, hold my cock for your mother. Lady, hold your cunt lips wide open for my prick."
Joy and I did what he wanted, then I squatted down, taking his cock all the way into my cunt until our pubic hairs mingled. My daughter leaned across his stomach so she could watch.
"Now, fuck me ... and do a good job!"
I began lowering and raising my naked cunt on his cock, my titties jiggling from the motions. I had some feeling of pleasure by fucking this insolent little bas tard, but I believe it came mostly from having my young daughter watch me. I was beginning to get tired of bouncing up and down on his cock ... my thighs became weak and I was afraid I would fall from him. I had been fucking him for almost twenty minutes before he started coming off inside my cunt. I felt the thick stuff gush out and splatter around the walls of my pussy, but although I fucked him to discharge, I did not experience even the rumbling of orgasm.
"Now, kid," Steve said when I had lifted my ass from his deflated cock, "you just start licking my cock clean. Lick all that come and cunt juice from my cock and balls. Do it real good, now ... and I might give you another drink of my come before I go."
I watched as my daughter ran her tongue all over his limp prick and hairy balls, and when she finished, there wasn't a trace of moisture there. After he had rested a while, during which time the bastard had me make him sandwiches and bring him a coke, he once more told my daughter to suck him off. I would much have preferred sucking him to the point of ejaculation, than letting my daughter take his load, but the bastard wouldn't let me. He made me squat at the side and watch her suck his prick while he fingered my cunt.
After my daughter had drained his cock now for the third time, the mother fucker left. That night I warned Joy about bringing strange boys home with her and that she should be more discreet in approaching boys with the idea of sucking them off.
Although Joy came home from school alone the following day, it wasn't but an hour later that Steve showed up. He had no sooner walked into the house when he ordered my daughter and I to get naked. I was still afraid he would talk and cause trouble for us, so we complied, although I was unwilling. For some reason, Steve had decided he wanted to fuck my daughter.
"I just know she's got a nice tight little cunt there," he said, working his finger in and out of her pussy.
"Your cock is too big, Steve," I told him, alarmed that he thought such a cock could go into a small child like Joy. "You'll hurt her.
"No ... I'll be real easy."
"Let him, Mama," Joy said with excitement. "I've only been fucked by that little kid, Bobby. I can take Steve's cock ... you'll see."
"Well ... but be careful, Steve. Please ... don't hurt her."
He placed Joy on the couch, pulling her legs so that her little ass hung over the cushions. He stretched her legs wide and then, on his knees, he shoved his hips forward. I was afraid he would injure my daughter's tiny cunt, and I sat beside her and held his cock so he wouldn't thrust to brutally into her. With my other hand, I opened the tender lips of her pussy and made sure he entered her easily.
"Jeepers!" Joy groaned. "My cunt feels so stretched, Mama! Ohhh ... it's awfully big ... I don't know if I can ... Ohhh ... it hurts now! Take it out! Oh, please, take your cock out ... it's killing me ... I can't do it ... it hurts terrible ... make him stop, Mama ... please!"
"Pull out!" I cried, trying to shove his hips away from my daughter's pussy. "Take your cock out of her ... can't you see it's hurting her?"
"Fuck off, lady," Steve said angrily. "This is the tightest cunt I've ever found ... I'm gonna fuck her good!"
I beat at his chest and shoulders, but it was futile. Joy was crying now with the pain, but the boy fucked in and out of her pussy with total unconcern about the punishment the sweet little girl was taking. He gripped the cheeks of her small ass and held her crotch high, his balls banging against them as he plunged time and again into her. Finding my efforts to dislodge him did no good, I leaned close to my daughter and hugged her tightly to my naked tits, trying to comfort her while the beast ravished her little-girl pussy. I kissed her tear-stained cheeks and caressed her naked stomach, trying to soothe some of the pain away. She was trembling with the pain and fear he created in her. I believe I could have killed that punk kid then and there.
Although it lasted only a few minutes, it seemed like he had been fucking her for hours before he finally came up her twat. After he finished with her, he dressed and left. Fortunately, we never saw him again. Maybe he became frightened at what he had done, I don't know.
My daughter sprawled on the couch, her thighs wide apart with his semen dripping from her abused pussy. I used a damp cloth and cleaned her, then brought a pan of water and splashed it into her cunt. I didn't want a trace of his nasty come inside her. After she was clean, I examined her pussy and saw that it was fiery red, the lips swollen and the tiny, sensitive clitoris seemed to have been flattened between the folds of her cunt. I petted her pussy gently, then put some soothing salve on it.
Joy was unable to go to school the next day. Her cunt was raw and she had to walk around the house straddle-legged. I believe the brutal rape only confirmed her convictions that sucking cock was best of all sexual relations.
Three months ago I met this nice man my own age. After I had dated him for a month, we started feeling around each other. Not wanting to become involved with some puritanical son of a bitch, I told him of my sexual desires and preferences. He was delighted, saying that he would rather have his cock sucked any day than fucking a pussy. Once we understood each other, I let him come home with me and spend the night in my bed.
Brady was very gentle with me, and when I introduced him to my daughter the following morning, he took an immediate liking to her, and she to him. After our first night together, Brady was staying with me three or four nights a week.
I always told Joy about the things we did during the night, and she would become quite excited. When she asked me to let her get in on the fun, I was a bit hesitant. You see ... I was beginning to fall in love with this man. I didn't want it spoiled and I was afraid he would think my daughter and I were some kind of monsters if he knew the things we had been doing. I explained all this to my daughter, but she begged me to tell him about us.
I was very surprised when Brady took it without hardly any surprise. Then he confessed to me that he had lost his own wife and daughter two years previously in much the same manner that I had lost my husband. He also confessed to me that his wife was a confirmed cock sucker and that their daughter was the result of the one time they had fucked. He said that his daughter had been similar to my own ... that she had sucked his prick off many times from the age of five until her death at fourteen. He told me of all the times his wife and daughter licked and sucked on his prick together, and that the one thing he regretted about the things they did was the fact that his wife and daughter also enjoyed sucking each other's cunts. He didn't go for homosexual stuff, he said. I told him that Joy and I didn't either, but that we were both thoroughly aroused by sucking on cocks ... that I could experience orgasm only by sucking cock, and now that Joy was thirteen years old, she too, was having orgasm, but hers came at the instant a man shot his load into her mouth.
That very night, after our confession period, I called my daughter to us in the bedroom. Brady repeated the things about his wife and daughter he had told me, and Joy was delighted. Immediately she stripped naked and got into bed with us. There is also another fact about Brady ... he loves to suck and lick pussy. Now ... this doesn't do much for me, but my daughter had developed a tremendous liking for having her pussy licked.
Sometimes Brady and my daughter eat each other while I watch, but mostly it's me sucking and licking his huge prick while he sucks her cunt. When he's about ready to come, then my daughter takes it down her throat.
Who knows, I might marry this man. He's so kind and gentle ... and loves the things my daughter and I do to him. Of course, Joy would be quite happy if I married him.
There is a classical case of an over-sexual mother introducing her young daughter to the joys of sex. As the student can see by the mother's story, there appears to be plenty of mother love involved. It is quite reasonable to understand the young girl believed that she was being taught properly.
Any child who has been initiated into the shadowy pathways of sex by a parent will. normally believe this to be right, especially if there is trust between them. Whether it is right or wrong for a parent to teach sex to their own children in such explicit manners is not for me to say. It is true that the strong oral desires of this mother and daughter can be considered deviant in that they forego all genital-to-genital contact. Oral relations as such are not considered perverted, unless they are practiced as a means to the whole enjoyment of sex ... as an end in itself, such as Melba and her daughter do.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna is a twenty-one-year-old brunette beauty who became addicted-if that can be considered the correct terminology-to oral-genital relations at the age of fifteen.
For six months after the lose of her virginity, at the age of fourteen, Donna habitually engaged in sexual intercourse with any boy who requested such activity. Even then, she was a strikingly lovely girl with swelling, firm, thrusting breasts that set the young swain's mouth to salivating. With a narrow waist and flat stomach, she would take great delight in walking about the streets in miniskirts that were just then coming into popularity, switching and undulating her compact buttocks for the enjoyment of the head-swiveling males. It is quite possible that she realized a strong exhibitionist urge even then.
I mention exhibition because Donna is now active in television commercials and also works as a nude dancer in a popular bar. That unusual combination may seem unusual, but the bar where she works is quite selective in its clientele, allowing only television and advertising executives admittance, therefore keeping her nude dancing relatively secret except in the "Trade."
She states she can't remember actually being a sensuous person prior to the loss of her virginity, but once that chore was over, she suddenly blossomed into a highly sexual female. The boy who received her dubious treasure was about her own age, and he was the exclusive recipient to her beautiful body for about a month afterward. Then Donna sought new fields to conquer. Once she had become intimately knowledgeable with the young boy's body, she began to be curious about other males.
Then, one evening a week after her fifteenth birthday, she found herself in an alley with a man twice her age. It was not that Donna usually allowed herself to be accosted on the streets by strange men, but when this particular individual made his pass, Donna found herself going with him willing.
I went with this man, I think, because I had never yet had a grown man. It was mostly my curiosity about a man as compared to boys, I guess. Anyway, when he started talking to me, I suddenly decided that if he asked me to go with him, I would do it.
Of course, I knew such a thing was dangerous. A girl can't be too careful, you know. There was one thing about me at that age I hated. Although my body was fully developed, my face was that of a child two or three years younger. I hated it with a passion then, but as you can see, it has become an asset for me now.
Well, I went with this man expecting to get myself fucked good and proper by him. When he asked me to go into the alley with him, I went along. Hell, I'd already been fucked-by boys-in just about any place you can name. It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and very dark. The weather was chilly and I was wearing a heavy coat over my skirt and sweater. I didn't mind the cold, because I knew once this man started probing that big cock of his up my cunt I'd warm up fast enough, even if he wanted me bare-assed naked.
We stopped near a bunch of garbage cans and I leaned against the brick wall while he pressed against me. He fumbled around with my tits and pulled my coat open. His tongue was half a foot down my throat when he started feeling me up. By the time he had my skirt bunched around my waist and his hands on my ass, I was steaming. My cunt was twitching and seeping and my panties were soaked. When he shoved his hands down the elastic waistband of my panties and felt my naked ass, I almost went into convulsions then and there.
He was leaning tightly against me, and I felt his cock swell up and poke at my stomach. I wormed a hand between us and gripped it beneath his pants. I had a hard time playing with his prick that way, but when he leaned his hips back a bit, I pulled his zipper down and hauled his cock out. That was better ... now I had my fingers wrapped around it. He had a pretty large prick on him, and I was almost delirious with anticipation. I actually thought I could feel my pussy lips stretching wide to take that thing inside then and there.
Pretty soon, the man worked his hand around inside my panties until he had it cupping my quivering cunt. He rubbed at my clitoris for a few moments, then as I spread my thighs for him, he inserted one finger and set up a fantastic finger fuck for me. My emotions were overwhelmed by what he was doing to me, and I was gyrating my ass and dancing around on his finger, already having deliciously little orgasms. I had been finger fucked many times, of course, but only by young boys my own age. This guy knew what the fuck he was doing! He had me whimpering and dancing around on the thrusting finger so frantically, I was about to piss and shit and come all at the same time.
I was jacking his cock with a frenzy ... not to make him come off in my hand, but because I was so excited I couldn't do anything else. I ran my palm over the smooth head and thrilled at the way the little warm moisture there coated it. I rubbed the sticky stuff all over his cock, and my hand worked much easier on it then.
"Come on, Mister," I begged him, squealing as another exquisite come sent ripples of pleasure up and down my spine. "Take my panties off and let's fuck! I want this big dick up my twat ... shove it in me, Mister! Stop fucking around with your finger ... I want to get fucked!"
"Christ, kid," he said, grunting with passion. "You're a hot little twat ... how old are you, thirteen?"
"What's the difference?" I said to him. "I've got a cunt, haven't I? My snatch has got hair around it ... it's getting wet, isn't it? Well ... you just going to fuck around with your finger, or are you going to give me some cock?"
"Yeah, kid ... I'm gonna give you some prick," he grunted, stabbing his finger deeply up my snatch again, then pulling it out. He wiped his finger on my sweater, right across my titties. "But you ain't gonna take it in your cunt ... you're gonna suck me off!"
"Hey ... just a fucking minute," I cried. "What is this? You a queer or something?"
Crazy as it may sound, and although I had fucked half the neighborhood boys, I still thought sucking cock was strictly a homo thing-none of the boys had ever asked me to do such a thing.
"Yeah, I'm queer, kid ... queer for having a little girl like you blow me," he said harshly. "Get on your knees!"
"Fuck you, buddy," I said, straightening my panties and skirt. "I'm not a queer. Shove it up your ass ... I'm leaving."
He gripped my shoulders in his hands, his fingers digging brutally into the tender flesh on each side of my neck. I cried out with the pain, but he forced me down on my knees in front of him. His cock brushed across one of my cheeks, and I felt the trail of wetness the swollen head left there. He shoved my head against the brick wall, then holding his prick with one hand, he rubbed it back and forth over my lips. I kept them closed tightly, but he was smearing my mouth with his slippery juice anyway.
"Open up, kid," he growled at me. "Open up them sweet lips and taste some real cock ... either you open your mouth, or I'm gonna shoot my come right in your fucking face!"
I didn't want that to hapopen. I was afraid the stuff would get into my hair and from experience, I knew I would have the devil of a time getting it out before I went home. I say experience because a couple of boys shot off on my cunt hair before they could get their cocks inside me. Let me tell you, it's almost impossible to wipe the stuff out of your hair with just a tissue or hanky. If I went home with come juice in my hair, my old man would have been sure to see it and whip my ass until I couldn't sit down for a month.
So, deciding I had better open my mouth, I felt him rub his cock head over my teeth, then I opened them, too. Immediately he shoved his throbbing cock into my mouth so far I choked and sputtered around it. I tried to protest I was having trouble breathing, but my mouth was too full ... too crowded with cock and my swollen tongue.
"Suck it, kid," he growled at me again, holding my head now with both his hands. "Suck my cock ... make me come ... come in your mouth!"
I was unable to move my head because he was holding me tightly, and my lips felt as though they would split at the corners. I couldn't move my tongue at all because his prick was too big. Once he understood I couldn't use my tongue on him, he started fucking me in my mouth. Tears were running down my cheeks, and my knees were being scraped by the loose gravel and dirt of the alley. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of my throat and I was afraid I would become sick.
After he had been fucking into my mouth for about two minutes, something happened to me. I mean ... something strange seemed to effect my emotions. His cock was warm and hard, throbbing heavily inside my mouth, and I could taste the slimy juice that oozed from the slit every time he pulled out so that just the head of his prick was between my lips. I became aware that my titties were so swollen they were about to burst. My nipples were erect and extremely sensitive against the cups of my bra ... my ass was swaying of its own accord ... my ass-cheeks were clenching, then relaxing ... and I could feel the spasms of those deeply hidden muscles way inside my cunt ... pussy juice was running hotly down the insides of my thighs. I was excited! Tremendously excited. I found that by being fucked in my mouth this way brought a greater intensity to me ... to my already overheated passions. Pleasure rippled throughout my body, and I began to whimper while he fucked in and out of my lips ... only now I wasn't whimpering from humiliation or pain ... my whimpers were of pleasure ... of steaming ... rampant ... insane desire.
I lifted my hands and placed them on his still covered ass, my fingers clawing at his butt. I tried to twist my head ... wanting desperately to move my lips over and around his prick ... to use my tongue on that bulging surface ... to make him gush his come into my mouth. My lips seemed to have hoarded every sensitive nerve of my body, and every delicious taste bud on my tongue cried out silently for the taste of his prick. Almost mindless with the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing in my mouth and cunt, I clutched at his ass and tried to suck more of his cock into my mouth, wanting him to bang his groin against my nose.
Then it happened.
The guy's cock jerked a few times in my mouth and then he was doing it ... he was squirting spasmodically into my mouth! I went numb then ... numb all over my body with the exception of my lips, mouth, tongue and pussy. Those particular areas were alive with sensation ... delightful sensation. By the time his second spurt erupted into my mouth, my cunt exploded with the greatest come I had ever had. My mouth became over-filled with the thick, squirting juice, and I began to swallow quickly. For some reason, I found myself counting the number of times he squirted into my mouth. I counted a total of five delicious loads, then just as he released my head and I started to pull away, I received the sixth ... but after those five powerful ones, this was nothing. I flickered my tongue across the dribbling slit and sucked it up, then I slumped in exhausted amazement at what had happened-not only was I amazed that I had willingly, no, eagerly, sucked his prick, but I was amazed at the wonder of it all ... stunned by the impact of my own orgasm during his ejaculation.
I watched the man take a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his cock with it, then he zipped up his pants. He looked down at me for a moment, but it was too dark to see much. I was sprawled on my ass, leaning against the brick wall, still trying to sort out my emotions, wanting to understand what the hell had happened to me.
"So long, kid," the man said, then left me sitting there. My coat was open and my short skirt was high. I glanced down and saw the white blur of my panties. Then, for some stupid reason, I pulled the elastic waistband away from my waist and ran my other hand down inside my panties. I found my cunt wetter than it had ever been in my entire life. It was still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm, and when I gently touched my clitoris, I thought the fucking thing was going to jump clear out of my panties. I dipped a finger inside my pussy and brought it out again. I smelled at the sticky juice there, but couldn't detect any odor whatsoever. Then, still stupidly, I touched the tip of my tongue to my finger and tasted my own cunt juice. It didn't do a thing for me.
Slowly, I got to my feet and started toward the street at the end of the alley. I had a lot to think about now. I had been fucked many times ... and I wanted to think about that. I had just sucked a cock for the first time in my life ... and I wanted to think about that. I wanted to think about the relation between fucking and sucking pricks ... wanted to try and understand why I had reacted the way I did ... why my body reacted ... the reason my cunt had exploded so forcefully when he came in my mouth ... the reason my lips and tongue had become so damn sensitive with his cock in my mouth.
I hated to go home, but there was no place else I could go. We lived in a walkup apartment in the seedier part of town. My father was a bum who spent most of his time swilling beer ... purchased with the welfare checks we received twice a month. I wouldn't find myself alone at home. The place was small, and I had to share the tiny bedroom with my thirteen-year-old sister, Sue. Still, it was the only place I could go.
"Where the hell have you been?" my father yelled as soon as I walked in the door. "You know what time it is, you little slut?"
I didn't answer him, already used to his outbursts.
"It's nine thirty," he said, sipping from his ever present bottle of beer. "If you been out laying the boys, I'll take a strap to your ass, young lady."
I passed him and went directly to my bedroom. I had no desire to arguing with him now. I had too much to think about. I turned on the small, dim bulb and saw that my sister was asleep already. I quickly undressed, and since we didn't even have the money for nightgowns, crawled under the worn out old blankets in just my panties. It was cold in the bedroom and I snuggled up to my sister for warmth. For a long time I thought of what had happened to me, and came to the conclusion that I would try it with one of the boys in the neighborhood ... if one would let me suck him off, that is. You see, using your mouth on someone--boy or girl-in our neighborhood was considered to be homosexual sex. Of course, I know better now.
I remembered I had left the light on, and was just about to get out of bed to turn it off when Sue squirmed around. She was on her back, and she threw one leg out sideways, and her thigh went between my legs. She sighed in her sleep and her thigh suddenly pressed against my pussy.
Sue and I, like most sisters who shared a bedroom, had played around with each other on occasions, you know ... feeling each other's twats and that sort of childish stuff. Well, when her thigh pressed up tightly against my still damp cunt, it seemed as though an electric shock went through me. I shivered and, hardly knowing what I was doing, began to rock my cunt back and forth on her thigh, feeling the tingling sensation down there. I forgot all about the light then, and just rubbed my cunt back and forth on her smooth, warm thigh. I tried to control my breathing as my passions grew, laying as still as possible with the exception of my hips sliding back and forth.
Then, I became aware of a slight, furtive motion beneath the blankets. I moved my hand around and discovered that my sister was rubbing her cunt through her panties.
"Sue?" I whispered. "Sue ... are you awake?"
She didn't answer me, but she continued to rub her fingers up and down the crotch of her panties. The delightful sensation in my own cunt was becoming almost unbearable by now. I could feel an orgasm swelling and boiling inside my pussy and knew that I would come in just a moment.
"Sue?" I whispered again, wanting her awake so that I could tell her what I had done that night. "Sue ... wake up! Please, Sue ... wake up!"
I ran a hand up over her stomach and cupped one of her firm, hard little tits. I played with her nipple for a moment, then squeezed the small tittie in my palm, keeping up a steady rhythmic pressure on her tiny tit then and slipped my hand down her stomach. I shoved my fingers into the waistband of her panties and started reaching for her pussy.
"Ohhh...." She whimpered then, pulling her own hand away from her cunt. "Donna ... Donna ... do it to me! Rub my pussy for me ... make me come, Donna ... please ... finger me ... finger my cunt!"
I trailed my fingers over her scant cunt hair and located her pulsating clitoris. I pinched it a few times, then slipped my finger down so that I could shove it up her twat. Sue wasn't a cherry. I knew all about her first fuck over a month previous. I began to finger fuck her then, and she pressed her thigh hard against my pussy. She squirmed her ass about wildly, and then I knew it would be a good time to talk about what I had done. If she was hot, she wouldn't accuse me of being queer.
"Listen, Sue," I said, taking my finger out of her cunt and holding my ass motionless on her thigh, "I want to tell you something. I sucked a man's cock tonight ... a grown-up man! I didn't want to do it, but he made me ... and you know what happened? He came in my mouth, Sue. He made me suck his cock until he came ... shot his load into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed his come, Sue!"
"Donna! You didn't!" she said in surprise.
"Yes ... I did."
"Oh, how could you do that?" she whispered. "That isn't nice ... you know it isn't. A girl is supposed to take a prick in her cunt ... not her mouth."
"I don't care, Sue ... I did it! I sucked his cock and let him come in my mouth and I swallowed his come juice! And that's not all ... I liked it, Sue! I liked it so much I came off, too!"
"No!"
"I did."
"You ... liked it?"
"Oh, yes! It was wonderful ... I'm going to suck one of the boy's cocks tomorrow ... if I can talk one of them into it."
"Donna ... you can't do that!"
"Oh yes I can! Listen ... it was good ... very good. When he came in my mouth I came, too. I counted his squirts ... five times he spurted in my mouth. I don't count the sixth one ... it was just a dripple ... like thin water. But, oh, that thick come was delicious!"
She didn't say anything for a while, then she started writhing her ass about again. I shoved my finger back up her cunt and fucked her with it, rubbing my pussy on her warm thigh again. Then an idea came to me.
"Sue ... Sue, I want to try something," I whispered. "Let me ... let me do it to you. I want to see if it's the same ... please ... let me use my mouth on your cunt."
"Donna ... what a thing to say! Surely, you don't ... you aren't queer, are you?"
"No ... at least, I don't think I am," I answered. "But, Sue ... I've got to find out. Please ... let me do it!"
"Gosh, Donna ... we never did anything like that before," my sister said with doubt in her voice. Her eyes were huge as she stared at me. "It's okay to sort of feel around with each other ... kind of explore the other's cunt. But to use your mouth ... Gee, I don't know."
"I'll stop if you don't like it, Sue," I urged, working my finger around her pulsating clitoris furiously. I shoved my head underneath the blankets before she could protest. I slipped her panties off her legs and feet, letting them stay at the foot of the bed. When I opened her legs, my sister didn't resist but actually moved them farther apart. I leaned my face down close to her stomach, almost changing my mind about sucking and licking her snatch. I felt her flesh quiver, then I lay my cheek down on her cunt hair. The strands were soft, but they tickled my face. I turned my head so that I was pressing my lips down on her swelling pussy mound. Then I shoved my face between her thighs and before I could change my mind, I kissed her cunt. It was moist from all the finger fucking I had been doing to it, and the hairs tickled my nose. I shoved my tongue between my lips and licked the tip up and down her smooth slit. Sue trembled, but she didn't try to stop me. Excitement at what I was doing created pleasure in my mind and body, but I wasn't getting the same sensation in my cunt as I had when I sucked the man's cock off. In other words, I was mentally aroused, but not physically, if you know what I mean.
I placed my hands on her hips, then wormed my tongue between her fleshy pussy lips and fluttered it around her swollen, hard little clitoris. I was doing all this by instinct, and when I got my lips between her cunt lips, I sucked the small, sensitive clitoris between them. I chewed it gently with my teeth, but kept my tongue fluttering around the tip. My sister started rolling and twisting my tongue fluttering around the tip. My sister started rolling and twisting her ass about, and I could hear her sobbing and whimpering through the blankets. Her hands came down and gripped my head, holding my face tightly into her pussy. Leaving her clitoris, I licked my tongue once more down her slit ... all the way to the swelling cheeks of her little ass. Using the flat surface of my tongue, I then licked both those cunt lips at the same time ... past her clitoris and into her pussy hair. Sue was writhing in eager lust now, and I slipped my hands over her trembling stomach and, with my fingers, I parted the lips of her cunt. Holding her pussy open, I stabbed my tongue into the warm, moist hole. I began fucking my tongue in and out of my sister's cunt then, and she squirmed insanely at the pleasure I was giving her. Slick juices flowed from her pussy and I had to swallow them when my mouth became full. I was still not aroused physically, but emotionally I was in a heated turmoil of passion. I let her cunt lips close around my mouth and I tried to shove my tongue all the way up her slit. I have a short tongue, and I found it impossible to tongue fuck her properly. Still, I was able to bring her to a wonderful orgasm. I felt her cunt tightened around my tongue, and I set up a tremendous suction while I licked her twat. Then, like a vise of flesh, my sister's pussy went into body shuddering spasms, her crotch rocking furiously about my face and mouth. Still guided by instinct, I used my tongue to swirl around her clitoris until she finished her come, bringing her down gently ... tenderly.
"Well?" I asked when I had come out from beneath the blankets. "How was it, Sue?"
"Gosh, Donna ... I ... it was ... Gee ... Ohhhh...."
"You liked it, huh?" I grinned.
"Oh yes!"
I lifted the blankets and looked at her tiny titties. They were swollen hard and the pink little nipples were very erect. I touched one, and my sister shivered.
"Don't ... they're too sensitive right now," Sue said.
"Was that better than getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Is a tongue better than a cock, Sue?"
"Gosh, Donna," Sue whispered in the dim light, her eyes large and filled with wonderment. "I didn't know anything could feel so good!"
While my sister slept beside me, I mentally agreed with her ... only my thoughts were that nothing had ever tasted so good! Oh, I don't mean to day I became a pussy licker ... oh, no! Cock was-and still is-my preference. I still, if the occasion pops up, lick a twat now and then.
About a week later, I had accomplished my desire to suck the cock of one of the neighborhood boys. It wasn't difficult at all, but I was quite humiliated by him. As I said before, kids then thought it was queer for a girl to give them blow jobs. When I casually leaned down in the boy's lap and started sucking, he began calling me all kinds of names.
We were underneath the stairs of the apartment building. I don't remember his name, but he was about my age. I had pulled his prick out and was playing around with it while he fingered my pussy. It wasn't the first time with this boy ... I had let him fuck me numerous times. We were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall. My panties were off and my skirt up around my waist. We didn't spend much time on kissing and stuff like that. Both of us wanted cock and pussy ... not a bunch of tongue wrestling.
Well, I had his cock out and was jacking him off slowly, sort of letting things build up. I knew he would try to stop me when I started sucking his prick, so I wanted him almost ready to come before I took it into my mouth. He started squirming around on the floor after a short time.
"Come on, Donna ... let's fuck."
"Wait ... let me jack you a bit more first."
"Listen ... my cock is going to blow anytime."
He was right, of course. I could feel his prick swelling and throbbing in my hand. It jerked powerfully and I knew I had to start immediately if I didn't want a handful of his come. Quickly, before he knew what I was doing, I leaned over and, without licking the hard prick the way I like to do, I stuffed it into mouth and started sucking furiously, hoping that the pleasure my lips and tongue gave him would make him sit there until I got what I wanted out of his balls. But that wasn't the case.
"What the fuck you doing, Donna?" the boy cried out in a muffled voice. "You gonna suck me?"
"Ummm ... ummmm...." was all I could say.
I clamped my lips tightly around his throbbing prick and slid them as far down the shaft as possible, feeling the swollen head probe the entrance of my throat. My pussy was almost in convulsions as I sucked up and down swiftly on his cock, my tongue moving like a whirlwind. My mind was almost gone ... pleasure rippled over my stomach ... my asscheeks clenched tightly with sensation. The boy curled his fingers into my hair and tried to lift my mouth from his cock, but I struggled against him. I wanted to suck him off so terribly much then, I don't think he could have torn my mouth away no matter what he did.
"You fucking cunt!" he shouted, not caring about where we were ... that we could have easily been caught by half the people in the apartment house. "You stinking twat ... what the hell you doing? I ain't no cock sucking queer! Stop ... take your mouth away ... you dirty little cock sucker ... mother fucking whore!"
I didn't mind him calling me a cock sucker, but I'm not a whore ... I never have been. I don't charge for sucking prick ... or fucking, either. I do it because I love it ... can't live without it now.
Anyway, I kept my lips around his cock, although he was creating an excruciating pain in my head by the way he was pulling my hair. Maybe I got to him, I don't know ... but pretty soon he stopped trying to dislodge my mouth and just slumped there, panting heavily and let me finish him. The tip of my tongue was pressed tightly against the little slit in the middle of his cock head when he started coming. The thick stuff squirted ... I gurgled and swallowed, dipping my mouth down on his spewing cock eagerly. I could hear myself whimpering and mewling as I drank his come. His hips writhed on the floor, and he had one hand flat on my back as he ejaculated into my mouth. My pussy was going through a series of uncontrollable spasms now. I was coming just as furiously as he was ... the slimy stuff running hotly down my thighs and puddling on the floor beneath my naked ass.
That boy sread the word around that I was a queer ... a dirty little cock sucking cunt that would rather suck than fuck. Hardly two days had gone by when I found myself in demand. Let me tell you, half of those punks in that neighborhood were hypocrites. Every time one of them cornered me someplace, it wasn't a fuck they were after ... they were after a blow job!
I think I sucked over half the hard cocks in that neighborhood during a period of six months. Of course, I was considered the neighborhood queer, but I didn't give fat turd. I was smarter than they were ... I knew that a girl who enjoyed giving out blow jobs wasn't a queer. I knew that a boy who sucked prick was the queer, not the girl.
I should mention that during this time, I was still licking my sister's cunt about twice a week. I didn't do it because I had a special liking for pussy, but because she wanted me to do it. I didn't notice at first that she had stopped hiding in corners with boys.
This went on for about two years, then when I was seventeen and Sue was fifteen, we were in bed and whispering about the things we enjoyed best-sex things, naturally. She told me that she had tried sucking a boy off and didn't like it. She didn't mind having a hard cock in her mouth-it was his ejaculation she didn't like.
"Why do you like sucking cock so much, Donna?" she asked me.
"I really don't know, Sue," I answered her truth fully. "It just seems better than taking it inside my pussy. I don't want to get pregnant like that girl last year ... and sucking a cock off is the best way to prevent that from happening. But that isn't all of it. Something happenes to me when I take a prick in my mouth. I can't explain it ... but it makes me feel good. But I feel better when the boy comes in my mouth. When that happens ... I can't keep from coming myself. My pussy just quivers and squinches up and there it comes."
"Does your cunt do that when you lick me?"
"No ... strangely, it doesn't."
"Then ... you don't really enjoy eating pussy, do you, Donna?"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I do like it ... but it doesn't do what sucking a thick, hard cock does."
"You still let the boys fuck you, don't you?" Sue asked.
"Sure ... but not as often."
I felt my sister's fingers brushing up and down my pussy. I still had my panties on then, and she ran her palm over my crotch, cupping it with her fingers curled at my ass.
"Do you think I'd enjoy sucking a cunt, Donna?"
"Maybe," I told her. "But you don't like cock sucking, you said. Of course, a girl's pussy doesn't come like a prick ... you might enjoy eating hair pie, Sue. Want to try it?"
"I've been thinking about it for months," Sue admitted. "Yes ... let me taste you ... let me kiss and lick on your pussy. If I don't like it, well ... I'll have to go back to fucking, I suppose."
"No ... not if you don't want to. You said you enjoy having your cunt licked. If you don't like to fuck, or suck a cock ... then you can always find some girl who is willing to lick you off ... maybe a guy will do it someday."
"Can I try it, Donna? Can I try eating your cunt ... to see if Hike it?"
"Sure," I said, slipping my panties off and letting them drop to the floor.
I lay on top of the blankets, with my legs spread out wide. My sister crawled between them and for a moment, she just leaned down and looked at my snatch, working her fingers over it gently. She pulled the lips apart and exposed my clitoris. She rubbed the sensitive bud with a thumb for a moment. Then she shoved her face down into my crotch and kissed my pussy. Her face was almost concealed by the thick, silky strands of my pussy hair, with just her huge eyes glistening up my body. I felt her tongue move out and then I shivered as she started licking my clitoris. I caressed her head while she licked her tongue up and down my slit, then she probed the tip between the lips and shot it deep into my pussy.
"Ohhhh...." I groaned as the sensations of pleasure rippled through me. "That's the way, Sue ... tongue fuck me ... yes ... squeeze my tits!"
One of her hands slipped up my twitching stomach, then she clutched one of my swelling titties and began to pinch and roll the nipple about. She cupped the tit and squeezed it-hard. I groaned with the pain, but it was delicious pain ... not a cruel, brutal type of pain at all. Sue's eyes gleaming through the cunt hair became misty as she licked and sucked my pussy. Her tongue twirled and fluttered ... her lips sucking and kissing. I could feel her hot breath on my steaming clitoris and I knew she was intending on tongue fucking my cunt until I came. Her free hand slipped beneath my ass and she clutched one cheek, lifting my crotch high in the air to give her mouth better access to it.
It seemed as if her tongue was buried all the way up my snatch ... probing ... searching ... burning. It was the first time I had ever had a mouth used on my pussy, and I was wild with the exquisite pleasure she was giving me.
Then I came off.
My pussy quivered excitedly, then it went into those wonderful spasms of sensations as I started flowing and jerking my ass about insanely. Even after my first come, Sue didn't let up. Her tongue went right back for more. She nibbled at my clitoris ... stabbed her tongue into my sopping pussy ... her fingers digging into the crack of my ass ... brushing up and down my clenching asshole as she licked ... sucked ... nibbled ... kissed ... bringing me to another orgasm.
Finally my sister pulled her mouth from my overworked cunt, her face smeared with the sticky juices. She crawled up next to me and lay her head on my titties, her hand gently massaging my still twitching cunt.
"I liked that, Donna," she whispered. "I really enjoyed licking your cunt. I came, Donna ... I came when you did."
"Now you know what you like," I said.
"What a family," Sue sighed. "No mother ... a beer swilling, bloated old fart for a father ... a cock sucking sister ... and now ... a cunt licker."
"Don't worry about such things," I told her. "When you get older, Sue, you'll find out everything is for the best."
My sister and I continued eating each other for the next two years. She now no longer allowed a boy to fuck her, nor would she suck them off. She told me she had fallen in love with me, her sister, and that she never wanted to do anything with another person-girl or boy. I must admit that Sue became a confirmed Lesbian during that time ... with me as her choice of partners.
During that two years, I finished school and found a job, moving out of the slovenly hole I had grown up in.
Then, when Sue was seventeen, she came to my apartment one night in tears. She told me that our father had gotten drunk and came into the bedroom she now had alone and forced her to fuck him. It was outright rape. Sue didn't want to fuck anyone, let alone that bastard of a father we had. After he had fucked her, he still wasn't satisfied. The son of a bitch then made her suck his cock off. Sue had become violently ill when he came in her mouth ... so ill she vomited all over his cock and balls. That made the old fart so mad, he beat her with his fist until she was black and blue.
She stayed with me that night, and after I had helped her clean up, we made gentle love to each other. The following day, I went with her to gather up what clothing she had and she moved in with me. I couldn't convince Sue to stay in school-she had six months to go before graduation. In a sense, you could say we became Lesbian sister-lovers, although it was on my sister's part-not mine.
You see, I had been dating this guy for a few weeks and with my sister living with me, it sort of cramped my style.
"Don't mind me, Donna," Sue said when I told her of this. "You go ahead and date the guy. I know how much you enjoy sucking cocks ... and I like pussy. Of course, I can't say I'm not jealous of him. But, I guess I have to be realistic about it. After all, we are sisters."
When the guy came to the apartment and met my younger sister, he took a liking to her right away. I could see the way he looked at her when I was getting ready to go out. I knew it wouldn't do him any good ... my sister wanted cunt-not cock.
After our date, the guy brought me home and I had him in for coffee. We were on the couch-Sue was in the bedroom asleep-and he started messing around with me. I had his cock out of his pants in a few moments and was jacking it up and down.
"She won't wake up, will she?" he whispered to me, one of his fingers shoved up my cunt.
"No, I don't think so ... why?" I teased.
"Because my cock is about to go off, that's why!"
"My, it is hard, isn't it?" I squeezed his prick. "It would be a shame to waste all that delicious come, wouldn't it?"
"Suck me, Donna," he urged, trying to pull my head down to his lap.
"What if my sister woke up? What if she came out here and saw me with a mouthful of prick?" I teased him.
"So what? I've got enough prick for the both of you."
"Maybe she doesn't like cock."
"Then you've got all that cock for yourself, baby," he said, pulling my face down. I didn't resist him, either.
I lay my cheek on his thigh and looked at his cock. He had a nice, big, thick prick ... the type I love to suck best. I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts to his feet, the I crawled onto my hands and knees on the couch with my face directly above his prick. Leaning down, I started licking my tongue up and down his cock, using the tip to swirl around his hairy balls and then up the fat tube on the underside. At the swollen head I fluttered my tongue around, licking at the seeping come that beaded up from him. I felt his hand on my back, then he began to inch my skirt up until he had it at my waist. I wiggled around a bit so he could slip my panties to my knees, knowing he liked to play with my naked ass and pussy while I sucked him off.
I opened my mouth and sucked the smooth head into my mouth, holding it there while I teased his cock head with my tongue. He began to caress and feel my naked ass as I did this. Then, with my emotions racing, I started bobbing my mouth up and down his cock, cupping his balls tenderly so I could feel them draw up tight into his groin when he started emptying them into my mouth.
Then Sue walked out of the bedroom.
"Christ!" I heard the guy mutter.
Keeping his cock in my mouth, I twisted my head and looked at my sister. She was standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching us. She was wearing one of the lovely transparent gowns I had bought for her. Her titties stood out firmly, the nipples straining against the sheer material. The shadow of her pussy hair was boldly apparent. Her long, luscious thighs and legs were revealed by the light shining through her gown.
Sue smiled at me, working her tongue wickedly over her lips.
"Tasty, huh?" she asked me.
"Ummmm...."
"Don't mind me," Donna said to the guy, moving from the doorway and toward the kitchen. I heard the door of the refrigerator open and close, then in a moment my sister came back with a glass of milk. Instead of going into the bedroom, she sat down on a chair and sipped the milk, watching me suck this guy's cock.
Sue, although just seventeen and a lover of pussy, wasn't innocent about what a guy likes. She gazed at the way my mouth was stretched around his thick prick, a slight smile on her lips. From my angle, I watche my sister pull her feet up onto the cushions of her chair, bending her knees against her jutting tits. The movement exposed the hair-lined lips of her cunt to me and the guy. I heard his swift gasp of breath as he saw her exposure, and his cock gave a mighty lurch in my mouth.
Slowly, with a lewd smile on her face, my sister parted her thighs until the whole expanse of her cunt was exposed. She hunched her naked ass forward on the chair, and her tight little asshole winked at us.
"You ever see a girl play with herself?" Sue asked the guy.
I had almost all of his thick cock in my mouth, and that thing swelled up even larger by what he was seeing and hearing. It was so crowded inside my mouth I was unable to lick my tongue on him. All I could do was suck up and down with my lips ... fucking him with my mouth.
"Christ!" the guy said again, his fingers working excitedly around my ass-cheeks. "Do it ... finger yourself, Sue! Let me see you finger fuck that hairy cunt!"
"Sure ... I don't mind," my sister said, sitting her now empty glass on the table beside her chair. She ran a hand down over her pussy, then shoved one between the lips. With complete abandonment, Sue started finger fucking herself while the guy watched her. I could feel the increased excitement of his cock, and before I could stop him, he rammed a finger up inside my asshole, plunging it in and out furiously. That must have did it for him. His cock started gushing with such force, I thought he was going to blow the back of my head off. I was having all sorts of problems trying to swallow all of that thick come that was spurting like machinegun bullets into my mouth. And my cunt was going insane as I exploded. ... and his finger driving in and out of my asshole only served to intensify the blazing pleasure I was having. The guy was arching his cock up and down into my mouth while he ejaculated. I found myself receiving more sperm from him than I had ever gotten before ... and I was thrilled out of my head.
After the guy's prick stopped coming, I pulled my lips from it and felt of them with my fingers. They seemed to be bruised and swollen, but I didn't mind that at all. Sue, now that the guy had came off in my mouth, pulled her finger out of her now dripping pussy and started licking the juices from it.
"I told you she didn't like cock," I said to the guy.
"You mean ... aw, come on," he said, disbelief in his eyes. "A pretty thing like that? Christ ... she's made for fucking!"
"Not this girl, buddy," Sue said. "There isn't a cock in the world that goes up this girl's snatch."
"What a waste of good pussy," the guy groaned. "Well ... I've got me a good good little cocksucker here ... and she doesn't mind getting fucked now and then, do you, Donna?"
"Just for a change of pace," I told him.
Then, without saying anything, my sister came over to the couch. She dropped to her knees in front of me and slipped my panties the rest of the way off. I opened up my thighs for her and shoved my naked ass to the edge of the cushions. Immediately, she started licking and sucking my dripping pussy.
"I'll be a son of a bitch!" the guy said, his wide eyes watching Sue run her tongue up and down my slit. "She's a fucking pussy eater!"
"Whatch your language," Sue said, then thrust her tongue deeply into my cunt.
The guy watched as Sue tongued me, her lips sucking moistly at my exposed clitoris. His cock began to swell once more as he sat there, wide-eyed with excitement. Sue pulled her mouth from my pussy and pulled the hair--rimmed lips apart with her fingers. After looking at my slit for a moment, she glanced up at the man and darted her tongue up and down each inner lip, then tickled over my sensitive clitoris. Her eyes held an amused expression as the man watched her, and it wasn't long before he had his hands wrapped around his cock and was jacking it off with furious excitement.
Apparently he could stand it no longer. The guy quickly stepped out of his pants and shorts, then dropped to the floor at my sister's side. Sue stopped sucking my cunt long enough for him to lift her gown over her head and arms, then she went right back at it. Naked now, she allowed the man to fondle her body while she sucked and licked my snatch.
He felt of her firm, swollen titties, moved his hand down her sides and over her hips. He squeezed her asscheeks and then caressed her thighs. He moved behind her then and leaned down to kiss her swelling, lovely white ass. Sue opened her legs as she knelt on the floor, and the guy twisted onto his back and shoved his head between them. Sue gave a whimper of delight and crushed her heating cunt down onto his face. She wiggled her naked, little ass over his face with excitement as she tongue fucked in and out of my flowing pussy with renewed happiness.
I had just recently experienced a tremendous orgasm while sucking the guy off, so I was not as excited as my sister. The guy, although he had come a river in my mouth, had a cock standing up from his crotch that looked ten feet tall. His hairy balls seemed to contract between his legs as he licked my sister's cunt. I could hear moist, slurping sounds from each of them. The man's hands were on my sister's ass-cheeks, his fingers digging between them and I wondered if he was finger fucking her asshole the way he had done mine. It was just a vague thought that floated through my mind ... not that I was particularly interested or anything.
I lifted my legs and draped them over my sister's shoulders, closing my thighs around her head. I petted the top of her head while she licked and sucked on my twat, feeling my pleasure grow inside the pit of my stomach. One of Sue's hands moved up my body, underneath my blouse, and she played with my tits while she sucked me. I kept watching the guy's cock as it jutted and jerked in the air and thought of a way to twist around so I could get my mouth on it again. Just as I had decided to get onto the floor with them, that cock ejaculated. The thick come shot high into the air, then fell back and splattered on his stomach. Time and again great blobs of his come spewed up, only to fall back on his belly. Seeing that happen, knowing what I was missing, I squeezed my thighs around my sister's face and rocked and bucked my pussy against her mouth. Sue was squealing in a muffled sound into my pussy, and I knew she was coming, too. Her tongue went deeply into my cunt ... and triggered the orgasm that had been boiling around inside me.
The guy stayed that night with us. He was a pretty good man. I mean ... although he had come twice in the living room, he was able to gush twice more in my mouth after the three of us went to bed. His fourth come was the last, though. My sifter used her mouth on me a couple of times, and of course, I ate her. We sucked each other at the same time, with me hoping that it would stimulate the man to another hard on. It didn't do much good though. He would get up semi-hard and then I sucked on it for a long time. But he was good just for the four comes.
He hung around with us for a few months, then he drifted away. Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to him ... why he left us. Maybe it was because he wanted my sister to suck him-which she refused-or that they argued about him fucking her. Whatever the cause, he left after a few months.
About six months ago, I met this man in the office where I work. He was new there, one of the salesmen. He started flirting with me and, as usual, I took up with him. I had noticed the first day he was there that he had a huge cock. I mean ... I'm always looking at a man's crotch, and sometimes I can see the outline of his prick beneath his pants. This man seemed to have a large one, and when he asked me to go out with him, I didn't hesitate.
That first date, after dinner and a few drinks, he drove me out into the hills. It came about by a mutual-although unspoken-understanding. He parked the car and started kissing and feeling me up. Not being the coy, shy type of girl, my hands went immediately to his prick. When I took his cock out, I found that it wasn't as huge as I had figured. Oh, it was nice and thick, but when it came up hard, it wasn't very long at all. I didn't really mind this. A cock that is thick and long is sometimes difficult for me to suck ... but I think it's fun to try and take a huge prick in my mouth.
This cock, thick and short, was easy to handle. Although it stretched my lips almost out of shape, I could take the full length of it without any problems. He wasn't at all surprised when I went down on him ... instead he was glad.
While I sucked him, he played around with my titties which he had exposed.
After I had swallowed his come, he told me he was married and that his wife didn't care much for cock sucking, but that it was his favorite type of sex. I told him I didn't give a fuck about him being married, that I would suck him as often as he wanted.
Before he took me home, I found out that his wife didn't care about him having girl friends, that they had been involved in swap groups, that his wife had developed a preference for sucking pussy.
That was what gave me the idea.
I told him that my sister would rather eat snatch than suck cock or fuck ... and that he should bring his wife to our apartment some evening.
I mentioned this man and his wife to Sue, and she was quite eager to have them over. We made arrangements for them one evening.
The wife was stunning. She was about thirty years old, and extremely beautiful. Her hair was dark, and she had huge tits that almost seemed to make her top heavy. She was wearing a miniskirt that showed off her slender thighs to perfection. Immediately, she and Sue took a liking for each other.
After a few drinks and conversation, we all went into the bedroom and removed our clothes. Sue was delighted with the wife's body, and she couldn't keep her hands off the woman. While her husband and I sat on the bed playing around with each other, my sister started fondling and kissing the woman while she stood in the center of the floor. We watched as Sue went to her knees and cupped the woman's naked ass in her hands, drawing the triangled pussy toward her mouth. The woman stood with her legs wide apart, shoving her pink, moist cunt against my sister's face. Sue tongued and licked the woman's cunt until she shuddered with an explosive orgasm. After that, the four of us crawled onto the bed.
Sue and the slender woman started sucking each other, with the woman on the bottom, her face shoved hard against my sister's hairy pussy, her fingers pulling the ass-cheeks wide apart. Sue, clutching the woman's thighs, was slurping happily into the hair--rimmed grotto. The man and I watched them for a moment, then I stretched out on my back, my thighs wide apart. He threw a leg across my head so that his cock was hanging down close to my mouth. I grasped the cheeks of his ass and pulled that thick, short prick far into my mouth. Then, when he started licking my snatch, he began to fuck me in my mouth at the same time.
And our father walked in.
That's right. For two years the son of a bitch never even showed up, and now ... without even knocking on the door, the bastard walked right into our bedroom while we were tangled up with this man and his wife.
"What the goddamn hell...." he snorted.
I shoved the man from me, sat up in the bed and stared at the bastard. Sue had struggled from the tight grip of the woman when she saw our father. The man and his wife tried to conceal their genitals, fear in their eyes.
"What the fuck do you want, you drunken bastard?" I said, anger blazing from my eyes. Sue and I made no effort to cover up. We hated this man with a passion, and we didn't give a damn what he thought or saw. "Get your fat ass out of here ... now, before I have you thrown out."
"You filthy, no-good sluts!" he roared at us, weaving in the doorway. "So, this is what you do, is it?"
"It isn't any of your fucking business," Sue said, as angry as I. She got up from the bed and stalked toward him. The old man suddenly swung his hand out and struck her. Sue cried out in pain as she fell to the floor, her arms and legs flying in all directions. She sprawled on the floor, her thighs wide, pussy fully exposed to his drunken gaze.
"You cunt licking Lesbian!" he shouted at her. "And you ... you cock sucking whore!" He pointed a finger at me. "Is this what I raised you to be? What kind of girls are you anyway?"
"You ... you daughter raper! Don't you start calling names," I shouted, forgetting all about the man and his wife. I jumped from the bed and stalked before him. With my legs spread, hands on hips, I leaned close to him, then spat a mouthful of spit right in his whiskery face. "Now, get your fat ass out of here before I slap you silly."
My father drew back a hand and slapped me-hard. It rocked me back on my heels, but I didn't fall to the floor. I had been expecting it and braced myself for it. It seemed as though the slap had triggered not only me, but my sister as well. She jumped to her feet and both of us tied in to him. We beat him with our fists and scratched his face with our fingernails. Being so drunk, we didn't have much trouble in pounding him to the floor. Sue started stomping her foot into his stomach, but I pulled her away.
"Wait, Sue," I said. "Let's fix the son of a bitch good. Come on ... help me tie him up."
With the man and his wife cowering on the bed, my sister and I pulled nylons out and tied out fathers hands behind his back, then we wrapped the nylons around his ankles. Rolling him onto his stomach, we pulled another stocking from his ankles to his wrists, behind him almost double with feet and hands behind his back. He couldn't move, but he was hollering his fucking head off. I pulled out some adhesive tape and placed a strip across his mouth. Sue and I stood over him then, looking down at our father as he squirmed around, trying to get loose.
I went into the kitchen and came back with a sharp knife. His eyes grew big when he saw the knife, and he started struggling harder than ever. But I had no intention of cutting him up, no matter how much he deserved it. Instead, I began to cut his clothing from him. Sue helped me, and it wasn't long before we had him naked-the same as the rest of us.
"Okay, you daughter fucker you," I hissed. "You like to fuck your daughter ... well, you're going to get more pussy than you ever had in your drunken life! First, I'm going to take this used-up cock of yours and suck it until you can't come anymore ... then you know what's going to happen, you daughter raper? You made Sue suck your filthy cock, didn't you? Well ... after I finish sucking you until all that comes out is blood, Sue is going to sit on your drunken face and fuck your nose until you drown in her pussy juice!"
The man and his wife, seeing what Sue and I were doing, were no longer afraid. They came off the bed and stood over our trussed-up father.
"Need some help?" the wife asked, ready and willing to torture the old fart.
"Not really," I said. "But ... do whatever you want with him. He deserves it."
The woman went to the dresser and picked up a hair brush, then she brought it back and stooped on the other side of my father. She rolled him over onto his side, then she started clawing at his ass-cheeks, working the handle of the hair brush between them.
"I'm going to shove this hair brush up your asshole, old man," the woman said. "I heard what your daughter said, and any man who would rape his own daughter, then make her suck his dirty cock off, well ... I'm going to enjoy this very much."
And with those words, the woman plunged the handle of the hair brush up my father's asshole. He grunted with the pain, but with tape over his mouth, he couldn't scream out. She began to thrust the brush in and out of his asshole, and after watching her for a moment, I lay down so that my face was in front of his cock. It wasn't hard ... not yet. I took it in my hands and jacked it a bit, then opened my mouth and sucked the limber prick between my lips. I grasped his hairy balls and squeezed them as hard as I could, not caring if I hurt him or not. After all ... that was the idea-to hurt him.
It took a long time, but I finally succeeded in getting his cock hard with my mouth. Of course, all this time I was sucking him, the woman was driving the brush in and out of his asshole.
Once I had his cock up hard, I really started sucking him. As I said, I as going to suck his prick until nothing came out but blood. I kept a tight grip on his nuts, creating as much pain for him as I could. It took me almost five minutes of sucking on his cock before it gushed the come out. I swallowed it quickly, and after I finished him off, I didn't pull my mouth away, but continued sucking on his deflated prick. And when I say sucked, I mean I sucked. I sucked him harder than I had ever sucked a man before. I was having all sorts of orgasms during this, too. The woman, growing tired, allowed her husband to keep the hair brush pumping in and out of my father's asshole. While I sucked his prick up hard again, they took turns fucking him with the brush. It took longer for my father to come off this time, but when he did, I received just as much-if not more-come as I had the first time. Then he went soft on me again.
As before, I continued sucking his cock.
I brought his juice out of his balls a third time, although it took me almost twenty minutes now.
After I had been sucking on his prick for almost an hour and a half, my jaws grew tired. They ached from holding my mouth open for so long, and I had to pull away to rest.
"Let me," Sue said, dropping down to take my place. "I may not like it, but I'll help you suck his filthy cock until he bleeds to death!"
She then took over with her mouth, and my father squirmed around as if he was having the time of his life. I took over the hair brush and fucked him up the ass with it. The wife had become so excited by now that she crawled down between Sue's thighs and started licking and sucking on her cunt while my sister sucked our father. The woman's husband squirmed his face underneath my squatting ass and began tongue fucking my pussy. It was wild!
Sue brought our father to his fourth come, then, the same as I had done, she continued sucking his cock until it was hard again. Although she had become ill that time when he made her suck him off, she didn't this time. She drank down his come and continued sucking pricks ... it was the idea of getting back at him.
Not being used to cock sucking, my sister's mouth became tired quickly. I again took over and she used the brush. The woman, still in position, sucked my pussy and her husband sucked my sister's. Again I brought my father to an ejaculation-his sixth.
We continued abusing him like that for about five hours, and the brush never was pulled out of his asshole until all of us were just too damned tired to continue. We left our father tied up in the bedroom while the four of us went-still naked-to the kitchen and had a snack. It was almost four in the morning by now.
After we ate, we went back to the bedroom and started all over again. Sue squatted across our father's face and started rubbing up and down. She pressed her cunt down until his nose went up her slit, then she fucked herself this way while he struggled to breathe. Every so often, she would lift her hairy pussy up to let him take in great gulps of air, only to slam down on him again. She did this for almost half an hour, then I did the same thing, keeping his nose shoved up my cunt until his eyes bulged and his face turned purple, before I would let him breathe.
After I finished, the woman fucked herself off with his nose. After she finished, I ripped the tape from his mouth.
"Please, Donna," he whimpered, "untie me. I won't hit you again ... I won't hit Sue, either. Goddamn ... you two-you four-have just about wore my poor cock out."
"Shut your fuck mouth!" I hissed. "I didn't take the tape off so you could talk. I pulled it off so you could suck a little cock!"
"No ... not that!" he said, looking at the man's throbbingly hard prick. "Christ, Donna ... I'll do anything but that! I'm not a cock sucker ... let me suck your pussy again ... Sue's cunt ... the woman's, anything but suck cock!"
I motioned for the man to straddle my father's face. He was willing, and when he had his swollen cock head brushing over my father's lips, I had to slap the bastard real hard to make him open his mouth.
"You bite his prick and I'll chew yours off ... balls and all," I told him.
He wouldn't suck the thick cock, and the man had to fuck him in the mouth.
It didn't matter though, because the results were the same.
The man humped up and down, driving his cock in and out of my father's mouth, his balls banging on the stubbled chin. It wasn't long before the man shot his load of come down my father's throat. The old man gagged and choked, but he swallowed it all.
by this time it was daylight and all of us were too tired to keep it up. We left our father tied up on the floor, and when the man and his wife left, Sue and I crawled onto the bed and, wrapping our arms around each other, our naked bodies pressed tightly together, titties mashed against each other's, we went to sleep.
We woke up in late afternoon.
Our father was snoring on the floor, the hair brush still jammed up his asshole. His cock was swollen up large and stiff again. Both Sue and I were amazed that it remained so hard after what we had put it through. We untied him while he slept, then went into the kitchen and fixed ourselves some breakfast.
When we had finished, sitting there naked and drinking coffee, our father came in, his cock jutting before him and his hairy balls swinging below.
"Good morning, girls," he said, nice and polite. Without asking, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with us.
"Goddamn ... you two sure put the old man through an awful lot last night," he said. "Don't you know you could have killed me?"
"I don't see any great loss to the world," I told him.
"Why did you come here last night?" Sue asked him.
"I don't know ... feeling low, I guess," he said, brushing his hair back out of his eyes. "I haven't seen you girls for so long. I was feeling lonely."
"Fine ... keep on feeling that way and leave us alone," I told him.
"Listen
"No, you listen, you drunken sot," Sue said. "You never did anything for us since we were born ... except rape me! We don't owe you anything ... last night was just a sample of what you'll get if you show your ass up here again."
"Please, I won't take another drink," the old man said. "I ... I ... well, about last night: I really enjoyed that, girls."
"Tough ... go find you a fat old bar girl if you need some pussy," Sue said.
"No ... I mean something happened to me last night. Once you girls had me tied up that way, well ... that was nice."
"You mean you liked that?" I said, hardly believing my hearing. "Why ... you masochistic old fart!"
Our father looked sheepish, ashamed of his admission.
"I've got an idea, Donna," Sue said, looking speculatively at him. "Let's let the cock sucker stay ... make him a pet, you might say. We can do all sorts of nasty things to him." She looked at me, then back at him. "And you won't say a fucking thing about it, right?"
"I ... no, I won't say anything," our father said, flushing deeply with humiliation.
"Just think," Sue said, trying to convince me, "we can make him do all the housework for us ... we can make him do anything we want."
"I'm not so sure," I said doubtfully. "What about our sex life ... where will we hide him then?"
"Why hide him?" Sue grinned lewdly. "Let him watch us ... maybe he'll learn something."
So, our father became our house pet, so to speak. We forced him to do all the housework, even making him wear a tiny little apron to conceal his cock. Of cours he's never allowed to wear clothes at all. And that includes when we have guests. We make him serve us absolutely naked, and most times his cock is standing up nice and hard.
I finally quit working in the office when I found this job as a nude dancer, which led me right into television commercials. I make enough money so that I can support my sister and father quite well. Most of our friends, of course, are sexually liberated and find it fun to have our father waiting on them with a hard cock sticking out. Needless to say, our father no longer drinks. He has no reason to ... besides, I keep his cock and balls so drained, he's too tired to think about boozing it up. Most of his big stomach is gone now, too, and he actually looks better ... physically speaking. We allow our guests-men and women-to have their way with him, too. It has worked out to be a satisfactory arrangement all around.
Donna and her sister have realized a sadistic nature to their sexual personalities. It is assumed that their father has had incestuous desires for his daughters for many years, only realizing them after Donna left the home and took her own apartment.
It is indeed a strange relationship between the two daughters and father, but not at all an unusual one.
CONCLUSION
Incest and Oralism apparently follow a pattern. Many times I have been told oral-genital relations are initiated by incestuous participants because of fear of pregnancy.
Most of us know that the oral cavity-the lips, tongue and mouth-is highly sensitive to pleasure. Although the genitals have long been thought to be the center of nerve-tingling sexual excitement, more and more people are discovering that mouth-genital relations are quite pleasant ... even to total sexual fulfillment, excluding all other forms of sexual expressions. Most of us are aware of the enjoyment of kissing, and those who have been initiated into the pleasures of sex, naturally gravitate to oral-genital relations to some degree. Many of our learned authorities still consider fellatio and cunnilingus to be a perversion if it is carried through to climax.
But the pendulum has been swinging in the opposite direction of thought lately. Whether this new thinking has come about by the sexual freedom of the "permissive society" is not fully understood. Most researchers of sexual behaviorism are beginning to believe that oral-genital relations are not a perversion, per se, but an aid to those who are unable to enjoy genital-to-genital sex because of a defect which makes it painful or unpleasant to them.
What with so few pleasures left in a troubled world, who can rightfully say fellatio and cunnilingus-as an end to sexual relations-is wrong or right for any individual. What we can say is that-under the present conditions laid down by society-incest is a moral wrong ... although not necessarily a physical or mental wrong. It depends on the individuals point of view.
With our changing society ... with our questioning of moral values that have guided us for so many decades ... we find more and more incidents of incest and oralism coming to the fore. Whether this is actually a form of protest against hypocritical laws and society, or if the world's population is finally becoming honest with itself, we do not know.
Maybe-if the trend continues-we will understand why the sudden rise in incest and oralism.
