" ... Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently on the slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course through her slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double bed, wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were once again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. She wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay.
"She wanted to say ... and be fucked, just as we had planned.
"Daddy looked surprised, but both of us-me and him-knew that he was pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but he had made no objection.
"And now she was here.
"He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us.
"She knows about us. She's known for a long time,' I said as I crossed the room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister.
"She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her tits. She wore no bra-as her titties were only now approaching the stage when she would need one and the little nipples were seen as darker circles at the dome of each breast.
"At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of darkness-perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around her cunt, perhaps it was not-and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until I motioned for her to join us on the bed.
"My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my cunt.
"Baby, you don't have to do this,' I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my hip pressed against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there.
"I want to do it, Daddy,' she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice breaking. She seemed ready to cry. 'I love you. I love you just like Brenda does ... and I ... Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms.
"I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper; then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and locked her lips to his.
"Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs.
"Her gown had worked its way up above her rump-or maybe he had tugged it there-and his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her delightful little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan of her legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched his fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink flesh of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the caresses of his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view.
"A moan escaped his lips as her small hand shot between their bodies, finding his prick, and then he rolled her over. Her panties were stretched tight between her thighs. Her pussy was a pink slit framed by a pale golden fuzz. Her eyes were very big in her childish face. Violently he jerked her panties off, then threw them on the floor.
"As he moved to a kneeling position between the legs she had spread wide in readiness-his big cock now standing erect through the opening of his shorts-I felt my breath catch in my throat. My knees shook when Terri reached up to grasp his prick. She whispered something I couldn't hear through the buzzing that filled my brain, and then she began to tug at his shorts. He was out of them in an instant.
"As he flung himself on top of her, his mouth locking on hers, one hand squeezing at her tit while the other slipped beneath the cheeks of her ass, she once again grasped his prick and struggled to guide it home. I began to undress.
"I felt a searing flame rush upward from my cunt as he gave a powerful thrust downward, plunging his cock deep into her eager little pussy, and the soft moan that escaped her lips was not a childish cry-it was the sound of a woman being fucked. She was no cherry, not by a long shot, and her purring alone was proof enough of how much she loved a good fucking.
"By the time I had stripped myself bare, Daddy had settled into a steady stroke that carried his cock deep into her upraised cunt, then be withdrew it until only the head remained between the clinging lips. Her heels were dug into the bed, her body arched into a bow, and I could clearly see the union of their bodies. Ready to come just from the excitement of watching, I joined them on the bed. I knelt beside them, purposely letting my tits hang down so that the nipples brushed against the moving back of my father, and I began to stroke him with one hand. Across his hard and hairy ass. Lightly, down into the crack of his ass. Between his legs. Feeling the firmness of his balls, holding them and feeling them move as he fucked. Without moving from between Terri's legs, he raised himself and threw his arm around me, pulling me to him. We kissed.
"Terri's leg, raised and bent at the knee, was between us, and it felt silken and soft as it moved against my belly and my cunt. I could hear her breathing heavily as she writhed against the cock that was piercing her, and I found myself reaching down to stroke her tit.
"The perfect little tit felt delightfully rigid through the thin nylon, and the hardened nipple seemed to burn my stroking palm. I had meant to hold off-to let Terri have a good fucking before I got my own-but that was forgotten now. I needed some. And I went after it.
"Terri was going to have to share that cock.
"Let her sit on your cock, Daddy,' I said, pulling away from the two of them. He smiled, knowing what I was going to suggest, and slipped his cock free. I stroked his hard shaft, wet with the juices of their fucking, released it as he rolled onto his back, and said, 'If I have to wait for my cock, I'll need some tongue to keep me going.' And I quickly moved to straddle his face.
"Even as my knees were sinking into the mattress and I was lowering my ass and cunt down over his face, I felt him reach up eagerly to grasp my thighs, pulling me down. I closed my eyes as I felt the first licking of his warm, wet tongue, a licking that began at the front of my cunt and ended when it had reached far back into the crack of my ass. When I opened my eyes-an eternity later it seemed-Terri was facing me, kneeling, one leg on each side of his body, getting ready to lower herself onto the rigid prick she grasped in her trembling fingers. The gown had been cast aside. She was totally naked.
"As she let herself slowly down onto that beautiful cock, I could actually see the pink little lips of her pussy spread wide to accept it. Her face looked dazed. Her eyes were glassy, her lips slack. As Daddy's tongue licked deep into my cunt, I found myself reaching out to stroke the base of his cock, the hard flatness of his belly. His tongue licked faster.
"I could feel it moving hungrily back and forth between the lips of my pussy, stretching out to stroke at my clitoris, probing deep in my vagina. My hips pumped back and forth as if I were fucking, and he kept his head high between my thighs, licking and sucking whatever he could reach. A red haze seemed to fill the air between me and Terri.
"She was moving herself in tight little circles above his pumping hips, and I could see her little cunt opening and closing like a flower as his cock slid in and out of her. I leaned forward far forward bracing one hand on each side of Daddy, and very gently placed my lips on Terri's delectable tit. It tasted sweet, clean. She put one hand on each side of my face, holding me there, and the bed groaned loudly as she began frantically pumping her hips above the cock that was in her.
"I sucked her rigid little nipple between my lips, nipped it once with my teeth, then lifted a hand to her shoulder and pushed her backward. I knew she was ready to come; I knew Daddy was ready to come, and I wanted in on the action.
"It was exactly like doing the sixty-nine, except that the cock I leaned forward to lick was partially covered by an almost hairless little pussy that weaved and bobbed before my eyes. With Terri leaning far back and bracing herself on her hands, I was able to touch my lips and tongue to the base of his prick, the crisp hairs of his pubis, and my new position let him do a better job on my cunt. Better and better. Faster and deeper. Faster. Licking the right spots ... Faster ... I began to come.
"The wet heat inside my cunt built like a volcano. Suddenly, it erupted. I pressed my quivering cunt down tight against his face, moving it, and I trembled as he greedily sucked the juice that flowed from inside me. And then the two of them followed suit.
"I can't ... I can't ... I can't!' Terri cried incoherently, thrusting her cunt down to meet the powerful lurch of his hips, leaving no room for me. They strained against one another, groin to groin, trembling as they came. Terri slumped backward. As if in slow motion, I watched his prick slide free from the quivering lips of her pussy, saw his prick release one last silvery spurt of semen, and watched her collapse onto her back, their legs tangled together, his hairy balls were almost touching her little cunt.
"His prick was wet and shining with the juices of their fuck, and a few pearls of come had beaded in the black curls of hair above his cock. I licked them up, tasting the familiar saltiness of his come, and I put my hand around his cock. It was fast going soft.
"I can't go again, Brenda,' he said from between my thighs, and I felt his hands drop away from my body, felt his hair brush against my naked legs as he lowered his face from my cunt. 'I couldn't fuck again if my life depended on it. Not now.' But I had already thought of a surprise for him.
"The surprise lay spread before my eyes-pink and coral and tempting, surrounded by a shimmering halo of pale golden fuzz, with here and there a sparkling diamond of his come. Terri's cunt.
"Without really thinking about it, I had decided to eat her cunt.
"You've got two daughters for lovers now, remember?' I reminded him in a voice that was more teasing than serious. Then, because I knew that he would be more easily aroused if he could watch what I was about to do, I shifted my body over so that I lay with my cunt near his face-my tits against his side, my face very close to his prick and his nuts-and very close to the open pussy of my little sister. We were ready.
"As I took his sticky, limber prick in one hand and his balls in the other, leaning down so close that I knew he would be able to feel the touch of my breath, I kept my eyes on the delicious little box that lay between Terri's thighs. Though she was beginning to come out of the stupor that always claims a woman after she has been fucked, her slim legs were still draped over his, her gash in front of my face.
"I lifted his cock and fitted the sticky flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweet-salty-tasteless come that coated his prick, and I heard Terri's breath rattle in her throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt his shaft begin to swell slightly inside my mouth, and then I released him ... and went after my little sister.
"Daddy slipped away from us as I used my hands to lift Terri's ass from the bed, and I knew then that he had clearly understood what I wanted to do ... and I knew what he would do.
"Her fine little pelvis seemed to twitch as I lifted her butt and draped her thighs over my shoulders, and for a moment I was afraid she would try to pull away. Then I kissed the center of her pussy and her reaction told me that was the last thing on her mind.
Her nails clawed painfully-but pleasingly, oh, so pleasingly!-into the back of my neck, trying to draw my face into her sopping little pussy, and her thighs trembled against my shoulders. I resisted her.
"Hold your pussy open, Terri, so I can see it,' I said, and it was all I could do to whisper the words. I shifted myself into a kneeling position, using my shoulders to raise her ass so high that she was resting fully on her own, and I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two fingers of one hand and pulled apart the tempting lips of her tight little cunt. It was gorgeous. As she spread it wide before my eyes, revealing the inner flesh that was slightly darker than the pink lips-slightly puckered from fucking-a trickle of come was released from inside her. I went after it like a cat goes after cream. I felt Daddy coming after me.
"In the same instant that I clamped my mouth tight over her dripping little pussy, sucking hard as I sought the delicious come she had drained from his cock, I felt his hand reach beneath me to grasp my tit; I felt my flesh being spread wide by the head of a cock. In others words ... I felt wonderful.
"I was near the edge of the bed, with my ass raised high in the air, and that allowed him to fuck me while standing. Let me tell you, there is no better way. Add that to the cloudy white come Terri was serving from the priceless cup of her pussy and you will see that. I was getting the best of everything ... from two people I loved. Cunt and cock. The best of them both.
"In front of me, squirming in reaction to the darting of my tongue, the delicate sucking of my mouth, was a pussy that any woman would envy and any man would desire. It seemed to flex around my stroking tongue; it seemed to struggle to draw me deeper into its tasty flesh. And behind me, behind me ... behind me!!
"His heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of my cunt, spreading me wider than he had ever done, reaching deeper than any prick I had ever known exciting my throbbing clit beyond imagination. I could feel the hair at the base of his cock teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass with each inward thrust he made, and I could feel the lips of my cunt being drawn outward each time he withdrew. For the second time that evening, I was getting ready to come. Terri beat me to it.
"Her thighs tightened spasmodically around my neck, she almost smothered me as she used both hands to hold me tight against her cunt, and her clit went prick-hard between my lips. Her cunt was slack and wet.
"Hot come exploded deep inside my gash, spurting from the cock of my father, at exactly the same second I felt myself reach a coming that was one for the books. For just a moment he held me like that, letting me writhe on the end of his dick, and then we collapsed across the bed. Daddy fell between us and it was a long time before I could find the energy to raise my head and look at my sister. She looked exhausted, satiated. I winked at her.
"I had made a wise decision. Daddy would need someone when I was gone. Terri would be that someone. She would love him, as I had done. She would care for him, as I had done. She would fuck him, as I had done. A wise decision. One I was sure I would never regret."
Incest. A word that will cause a feeling of the deepest revulsion in many of those who hear it spoken; a word that will be misunderstood, or inadequately understood, by even more.
Incest. Perhaps the most deeply entrenched taboo in Western society. Forbidden by moral codes, forbidden by most religious customs, and in certain circumstances where it is not forbidden by law, it is at least discouraged. It is, surely, our strongest sexual taboo.
During the last two decades we have seen the stigma that was once associated with other "different" forms of sex begin to lessen. When, around 1955, the subculture of mate-swapping began to surface, it caused quite a furor. Many tried to write it off as a passing fad, and those who engaged in swapping were widely condemned. Today, though society has by no means given its approval of the practice, it has recognized that swapping is the personal business of those who engage in it, and that society has neither the need nor the means to control it. The taboo has not completely vanished-but much of the stigma has faded.
Oral sex-such as cunnilingus and fellatio-was once considered by many to be the most perverted of sexual acts. It was condemned as "unnatural" and was illegal in many states-even when practiced by a man and his wife, in the privacy of their own bedroom. While this act remains forbidden by statute in some states, such laws are rarely enforced-except in cases where minors are involved-and oral sex is seen in a new and much brighter light.
Anal intercourse is known to be used by a great number of couples, and the mention of this act no longer creates the revulsion that it once did. If not completely toppled, another taboo has at least been weakened.
Homosexuals, both male and female, have gained a new acceptance. Without putting it in writing, without changing the statutes that have discouraged and suppressed acts of homosexuality, society has finally conceded to these people their right to behave as they choose so long as their acts do not infringe upon the rights of others.
Yes, most of the taboos have faded away into limbo; and others are faltering. This is due in large part to the great advances made in psychosexual knowledge during recent years; due to studies such as the Kinsey reports, which showed such acts to be much more widespread than had previously been thought. It was information obtained from such studies that created a new atmosphere in which such acts are seen as small parts of the sexual scene rather than the "sick" acts of a "perverted" mind.
But what about incest?
Incest, of course, refers to sexual relations between members of the same family-between brother and sister, between mother and son, between father and daughter. The relationship may be homosexual such as a lesbian experiment between two sisters: or it may be troilistic (troilism is sex involving three partners) such as the case described by Brenda at the opening of this book. Still, it is incest.
The actual sex act may be oral, it may be anal, or it may be ordinary copulation; but, if it involves two members of the same family, it is incest.
And it is the one taboo on which Western society has refused to yield. There is little evidence to indicate that it will.
Much of the rationale upon which society bases its condemnation of the incestuous relationship springs, of course, from genetic and biological factors. There is certain evidence that pregnancies which result from intercourse between closely related couples show a high incidence of genetic complications in the offspring-deformed or mentally retarded children. This is the basis of the laws by which many of our states forbid marriages between close relatives, such as first cousins.
A much larger portion of the arguments against incest, however, are based on custom. There was a time when it was the duty of a daughter-nearly her sole duty-to bring a husband into the household, thus expanding the size, the wealth, and the strength of the family. Virginity was highly prized, especially during the Victorian era, and a girl was expected to remain a virgin until marriage. For this reason, all contacts with male members within the family structure were closely supervised, rigid separation of the sexes was imposed. Even the most innocent of contacts between brother and sister, for instance, were condemned and punished, and the child was guided outward-to expand and strengthen the family. To err was to live forever in guilt.
Edward M. Brecher, in his book The Sex Researchers, reports that Henry Havelock Ellis, one of the first and most famous of those who have explored the intricate world of sex, had his first sexual experience with a. young cousin' who came to visit. Though the event is described as very mild and timid, young Ellis, raised in the strict Victorian era of the mid-1800s, seems to have borne the memory to his grave.
For years, the book reports, Ellis was totally incapable of enjoying .sexual intercourse, never achieving ejaculation until he was well into his thirties. Then, when finally he chose to marry, Ellis chose a lesbian to be his bride. He knew of her lesbianism, and is said to have accepted it. Anna, his wife, brought her conquests into their home.
It was only after the death of his wife, the author reports, that Ellis was able to achieve full sexual gratification-and he found it with a former mistress of his deceased wife. Brecher attributes much of the sexual problems of Havelock Ellis to the lingering guilt in his mind-guilt brought on by an affair so mild that it would go unnoticed today.
So it is that society enforces its customs.
But this work will not concern itself with the milder forms of incest-the innocent kissing and fondling of children-and it will not attempt to explore the full spectrum of such relationships ... It will, instead, focus on one aspect of the subject. Daughters and fathers.
In these pages you are going to meet daughters and fathers who obey no rules but their own, daughters and fathers who choose to violate the moral codes imposed by our culture, and you are going to hear, in their own words, with no apologies, why and how they do so.
You are going to meet the people who have passed the barrier against incest, the barrier that Freud described in the following manner:
... Respect for this barrier is essentially a cultural demand made by society. Society must defend itself against the danger that the interests which it needs for the establishment of higher social units may be swallowed up by the family; and for this reason, in the case of every individual, it seeks by all possible means to loosen their connection with their family-a connection which, in their childhood, is the only important one.
... The parents' affection far the child may awaken his sexual instincts prematurely to such a degree that the mental excitation breaks through in an unmistakable fashion to the genital system. If, on the other hand, the parent is able to postpone this excitation until later, the affection can perform its task of directing the child in his choice of a sexual object when he reaches maturity.
... Time has been gained in which the child can erect, among other things, the barrier against incest, and can thus take up into himself the moral precepts which expressly exclude from his object-choice, as being blood-relations, the persons whom he has loved in his childhood.
"The barrier against incest," Freud continues, "is probably among the historical acquisitions of mankind, and, like .other moral taboos, has no doubt already become established in some persons by organic inheritance. Psycho-analytic investigation shows, however, haw intensely the individual struggles with the temptation to incest during his period of growth and haw frequently the barrier is transgressed in fantasies and even in reality." While many researchers dispute Freud's theory .of organic inheritance of the "barrier against incest," most will agree that the barrier is frequently transgressed "in fantasies and even in reality".
But how frequently?
Statistics on the frequency of incest are difficult to came by, and even mare difficult to judge as to accuracy. Most cases of incest are revealed only when, through some other occurrence, such as the pregnancy of a minor, the law becomes involved. This, of course, is only the tip of an iceberg. It is difficult to judge the size of the iceberg itself.
The late Alfred Kinsey, during 'research for his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, asked the 4,441 women who were interviewed if they had experienced sexual contacts before adolescence. Nearly one in four reported that they had; and, in 609 cases where the older males were identified, only 52 percent were strangers, friends or acquaintances accounted far 32 percent, and the rest were members of the family. Uncles accounted far 9 percent of the first sexual contacts .of the women interviewed, brothers, accounted far 3 per cent and the other 4 percent were introduced to sex by their own fathers.
These figures represent the percentages of the 609 cases in which the first sexual contact was identified, of course, and it may be inaccurate to attempt to extend them to the full survey. Still, they indicate that a startling number of young females were-and are-first seduced by a member of their own family. And seduced may be an inappropriate term. It seems reasonable to assume that there are many cases where the daughter take the initiative, leading her own father dawn the primrose path that leads to incestuous intercourse.
If the Kinsey report can be accepted as an accurate cross-section of the sexual habits of the human creature-and mast researchers concede that it is exactly that-then the number of people who have engaged in intercourse with members of their own family must be truly staggering. As a matter of fact, many researchers have argued that, if the Kinsey figures were inaccurate in any way-it was because they underestimated the number of people who have engaged in the sexual practices not readily accepted by our society.
The recent changes in the family structure are another fact or that must be taken into consideration in any objective study of incest. The Kinsey study was published in 1953. In that year the family was, in mast cases, headed by the father. He was respected as the one who provided. The profile he presented to his child was probably much stronger than is seen by the daughter of today, and for that reason she may well have been less likely to attempt to hurdle the barrier of incest by which they were separated.
Today, in ever-growing numbers, women are gaining equality within the family structure. They work. They contribute to the support of the family-and the father thus becomes more human, and more approachable, in the eyes of his children.
In 1953, the year of the Kinsey report, people were far more reluctant than today to admit that they had engaged in sexual behavior which might be considered antisocial. Thus, considering today's atmosphere of greater sexual freedom, it seems reasonable to conclude that a new study of sexual attitudes and experiences would find an even higher number of women willing to admit that they had engaged in incestuous intercourse.
Youth of today is more aware, sexually, than the young people of years gone by, and it may well be that this awareness will lead to an increase in intra-family sex. Only time will tell. But it is a certainty that the children of those couples who engage in the mate swapping to which we have referred will, in most cases, become aware of the activities of their parents. The effect of such a discovery is hard to predict and will, of course, vary in each case; but it may be that many children, seeing one barrier fall, will feel free to abandon their own moral codes.
The youth communes, too, are another attack upon the traditional structure of the family, and the effect may be tremendous and far-reaching.
In many of these communes, where all property is shared, nudity is accepted without comment, and there are no traditional husbands and wives, even sex is a communal item. "Making like," it is often called-and the responsibility for the rearing of the children is often shared among the members of the commune.
In such an atmosphere, the child is likely to find it difficult to find a father-image with which she may identify. When the mother is shared equally between several men, and the child receives both her affection and her discipline from more than one "father," it seems highly unlikely that her mind will erect what Freud called the barrier against incest and erect may be the key word in Freud's writings on the subject.
Raised in such a commune, knowing the females are shared, feeling an equal affection for the male adults of the household, and reaching puberty-is the child likely, if aroused sexually, to make a distinction between her natural father and another? Probably not.
The attitudes of the other members of the commune, of course, will bear heavily upon the development of the child. It may well be that the parents, following their instincts, will maintain the taboo against incest. Perhaps they will not. But the tremendous number of communes now forming across the nation does seem a point worth watching. This final destruction of the family unit could be the first signal that society is shedding its traditional taboo against incest. During the coming years, as the children of these communal families reach puberty, we may well see a tremendous increase in the incidence of sex within the family.
Many members of these communes will no doubt return to the mainstream of our society, picking up the moral codes from which they have attempted to flee. Others will take their place. The communes may be a permanent thing; they may fade into oblivion.
But they are surely the most concerted attack ever made upon the accepted structure of the family and the barrier erected against the incest taboo.
Will the barrier fall? Only time will tell. This book does not pretend to hold the answer to that question. Time and. research will provide that answer. And the book is not about the people society calls "hippies"; nor is it about communes. It is about the people next door. The businessman with the lovely young daughter. It is about the people who, perhaps, work with you, or attend your church; the daughter may go to school with your own daughter. For it is a fact-like it or not-that incest does occur.
The people you will meet within these pages are real. The stories are their own, and so are the words. Sometimes sordid, sometimes heartbreaking, each of them is true. They are case histories of daughters and fathers ...
... Daughters and fathers who ignore the barrier against incest.
CHAPTER ONE: Your Father for Mine?
"Mama would have raised pure hell if she could have seen us there, naked, four in one bed, sweating even though the air conditioner in the motel room was turned to its coldest. I always sweat when I fuck, sweat until my body gets slippery; and now, as we rested after our first balling of the night, I could feel the perspiration forming cold beads on the flesh of my knockers, on my thighs, my belly. It felt good.
"Daddy was sweating, too. His dark hair was wet and pasted to his forehead. The hair on his broad chest and muscular legs was wet and glistening with sweat. He was resting with one arm thrown over his eyes, shielding them from the glare of the overhead light, and I could see that the dark hair beneath his arms was also damp. So was his cock. And the hair around it.
"But that was wet with come, not sweat.
"Moving closer to him, so that my body was pressed against his side, I pulled his arm down from over his eyes and slipped it under me, snuggling close. With my other hand I reached down to touch his sticky, half-hard prick. His white teeth flashed as he smiled lazily at me.
"I kissed him in the hollow of his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat, and I felt his rough hand move down and close over the globe of my tit. My nipple was still hard and erect, the way it always gets when I fuck, or when I even think about fucking, and I felt myself getting hornier as he idly played with my knocker. I began to wonder how long he would have to rest before he could fuck again. Not long, I hoped.
"On the other side of my father lay Jodi and her dad, legs still tangled together so that her wet little pussy was pressed against his thigh. She moved it against him as I watched. Both had their eyes closed, the way people will do after a good piece of ass, and I sort of got a kick out of looking them over.
"Jodi was seventeen, a year older than me, but she was little. I had it all over her when it came to tits, and I was several inches taller. She was a blonde, just like Ken, her father, and the blondeness was natural. The hair around her cunt proved that. Me, I have the black hair of my father; and it tangles in a thick bush around my cunt. All in all, black hair and blonde, me with the big tits and Jodi with the petite little body she had, we should have made a picture you could put on sale. I reached across the bed and touched Ken's prick.
"Jodi, feeling the movement, opened her blue eyes wide. She looked down at my hand, resting on the cock of her father, and she smiled. 'Your father for mine?' she asked. That had been our original plan. I returned the smile, shook my head, my long black hair teasing the flesh of my father, and said, 'No way, friend. Not now. I want a little of them both. Two cocks are better than one, they say.'
"And it was the right thing to say. I had rolled half atop Daddy, my knockers reaching down to touch at his side and his chest as I felt his prick with my free hand, and I felt it begin to come alive in my grasp. There is nothing better than the feel of a swelling prick. And in my other hand I could feel the rising of Ken's cock. The suggestion had brought them both to life.
"You can get your pussy from behind,' I told Daddy, giving his cock one last squeeze and letting my fingers rub him hard across his hairy balls before I forced my way in between the legs of Jodi and her father. I got into a kneeling position, ready to blow him, and I used both hands to spread his legs wide. Plenty of room, that was what I needed.
"What about me?' Jodi asked, sliding into a sitting position with her back against the headboard of the bed, her long, slender legs spread wide, her pussy showing the slight gleam of come. The girl had absolutely no imagination. I grinned at my father, who was now standing beside the bed, his cock hard and ready, and I grinned at Ken, whose prick stood upright in the cradle of my hands, and then I grinned at her. 'Daddy has a tongue, sweetheart,' I told her. 'So let him use it. That's what tongues are for.'
"And then I bent down to blow her father's cock. As far as I was concerned, Jodi could take care of herself. She was a raunchy little bitch, one of the hottest I had ever known, and I had no doubt that she would. Me, I had my own fucking to worry about.
"Lift your ass a little higher, Nora,' I heard my father say as I eyed the stiff rod of Ken's prick. His hands slid off the back of my legs, stopping when they reached my upraised buttocks, and I could feel him urging me higher. As if I needed urging. I was hot as a firecracker-and getting hotter.
"As I slowly bent and touched my lips to the rounded red head of Ken's prick, giving it the gentlest of kisses, I could feel the hand of my father rubbing upward between my legs, stroking the cleft between my buttocks, stroking the hairy bush of my cunt. My cunt was still juicy from the fucking he had given me earlier, and the lips parted easily and eagerly as he forced his fingers inside me.
"With a wiggle of my ass, a parting of my legs, and a deep breath, I prepared myself for a fucking from both ends. I heard the sound of Jodi moving about on the bed, but I ignored it.
"Holding the hardened shaft of Ken's cock in my fingers, I let my tongue swirl slowly around the head, licking away the sticky come which covered it. A squeeze of my fingers brought a silvery drop of come through the little opening in the center of the head, and I lapped it away with my tongue. It was warm and almost tasteless.
"Daddy's hand moved away from my cunt, reached beneath me to grip my belly, and I prepared myself for the thrust of his cock. It came with an almost agonizing slowness, as if in a dream. First, there was the tantalizing touch of the knoblike head as it gently parted the lips of my pussy; then my cunt had completely enveloped the head. It seemed to rest there for a delicious eternity, just inside the portals of my cunt, and then it slid fully in with a slow stroke that was so provocative that I wanted to scream. Instead, I passed the pleasure on to Jodi's father.
"He had settled both hands on the back of my head as I licked at the knobby head of his cock, and now, as I opened my lips and completely covered that head, still flicking it with my tongue, I could feel him pressing at the back of my head with urgency. I was between his open legs, legs that lifted and fell as I sucked at his cock, and my hair fell down to touch his stomach.
"The cheeks of my ass were suddenly touched by the bristly hair of my father's groin, my cunt was stretched wide around the thick shaft of his prick, and I felt as if I had one great cock running through the full length of my body. It was as though one great length of cock had been thrust into my cunt and pushed, pushed, pushed until it found an exit at my mouth. Wonderful. I loved them both.
"I opened my lips into a wide oval, sliding them far down on the slippery stalk of Ken's prick and, at the same time, I tried to flex the inner walls of my cunt around the cock that had settled into a steady pumping motion behind me. I was getting a good one.
"As it slipped smoothly in and out of my gash, keeping a constant pressure against my clit, I could feel a pulsing from within me, the throbbing of my blood as it raced through my veins. I bobbed my head over the cock that filled my mouth, trying to match my motions to the pumping of Daddy's hips. He gave a great lunge that stopped me.
"His cock was suddenly pushed so deep inside me that I lifted my head as though to scream my pleasure for all to hear-and I saw that Jodi had followed my suggestion.
"Not until I looked up had I even realized that Ken's hands had left the back of my head. In my horniness I had lost all awareness of everything but the cock that was moving inside me, stoking my fires, and the cock over which I knelt. Now, for the first time, I saw that Ken had found something else to occupy his hands.
"His daughter was on her knees, with one leg on each side of his face, her back to me, and she had lowered her cunt down onto his face. He had one hand on each cheek of her ass, guiding her movements as he licked at her cunt. His hands looked very brown against the untanned flesh of her butt, and I could hear her purring as he ate her pussy. Her arms were high above her head, her hands braced against the wall above the bed, and her hips were moving back and forth above his face, which was raised high between her thighs. I found myself wishing I could watch his tongue as it sliced its way through her slit. But a girl can't have everything and I had plenty to keep me happy. More than plenty.
"As I returned eagerly to the sucking of Ken's cock-relishing the taste of it-I felt Daddy strain' hard against me from behind. His prick was all the way in, and he used the hand that held my belly to draw my ass tighter against him. The hard muscles of his thighs were pressed against the backs of my legs; my buttocks tingled to the touch of the kinky hair above his cock. He began to pound at me with furious strokes of his cock. The flame inside me grew hotter.
"And so did the cock I was sucking. As I held the head of it in my mouth, letting my fingers play up and down the swollen rod, sliding the outer skin, jacking him off into my mouth, Ken's hips began pumping up and down. I stroked the soft blonde hair of his balls with the fingers of my other hand, making him move faster and faster, and I could feel my cheeks sink inward as I sucked on his prick as if it were a straw in a soda.
"Lick me on the button! On the button of my cunt! ' Jodi cried. The bed seemed to rock as she-or someone-squirmed frantically. And then the bed and the whole world seemed to tilt as my cunt flexed, tightened, released, tightened, and quivered as I began to come ...
"Faster! Do it faster!' someone pleaded, and in the heat of orgasm I was too hot to recognize the voice. My fingers raced up and down the length of the throbbing cock they held. But no faster than the driving of the cock Daddy was giving me from behind. I rotated my ass in slow circles, trying to make it better-and found that I was trying the impossible.
"You can get no better fucking than he was giving me-not from a boy, not from a man, not from anyone. Already, I had gone-and still my cunt flashed hot and cold. I felt-no, I knew!-that I could fuck all night. Nothing is better than Daddy's fuck.
"I felt Ken grope beneath me with his hand until he found the sphere of my tit, and the pull he gave my nipple was a warning that he was ready to come. And I was ready, too.
"With flying fingers I beat him off, my mouth still ovaled tight around the head of his prick, sucking. My tongue licked at him. My mind seemed to blur ...
"And then he came.
"The come gushed hot and thick into my mouth at exactly the moment when I felt him grasp the back of my head, felt his hips lift and jerk in a quick spasm, and I thought I was going to drawn in his sticky semen. It filled my mouth, flowing out at each corner of my lips and sliding down my chin in a warm rivulet, and it seeped down my throat, thick and pasty. I pulled away from his cock, gagging, and a second stream of it shot up to hit me in the face. My lips opened, on instinct alone, and the come I hadn't swallowed spewed out and onto the blond curls of his cock-hair. A thin stream of it hung suspended from my lower lip. I brushed it away, released his cock, and looked over my shoulder at Daddy. A red mist seemed to separate us.
"Put it to me from the front. I want to ... to kiss you ... to see you ... while we fuck,' I pleaded, barely able to say the words. I somehow freed myself from his grip-damned hard to do, considering how good it felt-and rolled onto my back. He joined me at once.
"My little baby girl, all grown up,' he said, moving between my legs. I felt his cock touch the inside of my thigh. Then it was inside me again. He kissed me on the lips, then looked down at me.
"A full-grown woman, Nora, that's what you are.' His prick began to move inside me. He had a hand on my tit, fondling it, and his expression was dazed. 'A big-titted woman. A woman made to fuck, and that's my kind of woman.' His voice sounded strange, but his words were making me hot.
"I'm also a woman who loves it,' I said, lifting my legs high and wrapping them around his body. I slipped my hands behind his neck and pulled his face down to mine. As I used my tongue to part his lips, I slowly gyrated my hips beneath him, letting my own body set the pace of our fucking. I wanted him to last as long as possible.
"He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth, let me draw it back, and then forced his own tongue between my lips. His hands moved over my tits, lingering at the nipples, moved over my sides, beneath my ass ... touching me ... touching me. And all the while his prick moved smoothly in the clinging sheath of my pussy.
"Fuuuuuuckinnng!
"Daddy slipped one hand beneath my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it at the knee. He raised it so high that it touched my breast, and I could feel the slash of my cunt tighten around his stroking cock. The new position enabled him to reach my tit with his mouth, and I held the back of his head as he sucked my nipple between his lips. The sensation was so unbearably exquisite that I found myself digging my teeth into my lower lip, clawing at his neck with my nails.
"Jodi moaned somewhere beside us on the bed. Through lidded eyes I saw that she had somehow put the lead back in Ken's pencil-which would be his third time tonight-and she was mounting him from the top. No wonder she was such a hot-pants little broad, I thought. It must run in the family. A deep stab of Daddy's prick drew my attention back where it belonged.
"He was stroking faster now, thrusting so deep that I could feel his hairy balls swinging in to slap against the tender undersides of my ass, just below my upraised cunt, and I moved my pelvis faster.
"His lips worked my rigid nipple with exactly the same speed that his cock was pounding in and out of my cunt, and his breathing came faster and faster, louder and louder. Or was it the sound of my own breath I was hearing? I couldn't say.
"As I felt myself starting to come, bubbling like champagne, I wrapped my legs high around his body and squeezed with all my strength, lifting my cunt to meet him.
"We strained against each other, groin to groin, and I heard him gasp for breath as he released himself inside me. It felt warm and fluid. It felt like it would go on forever-and it felt wonderful.
"He fell into my arms, just resting there, his cock still inside me, unmoving now, and I wished he could stay there forever. I felt his prick go soft and small inside me, its hardness leaving, and I felt a trickle of come seep from the bottom of my cunt. Then he pulled himself free, kissed me, and rolled onto his back beside me. He looked exhausted.
"Ken and Jodi were finished. She lay facedown, her cheek resting against the chest of her father, her arm across his stomach, and I could tell by her breathing that she was asleep. Ken held her with one arm thrown lightly across her small shoulders, and he was looking down at her with a' curious expression on his face. I looked at Daddy. He had the same expression on his face. I wondered if they felt guilty.
"It was something to think about. None of us had expected it to go this way; at least I hadn't. Not really. I had intended to get my balling' from Ken. Daddy was to have been with Jodi. That was the way we had planned it. That wasn't the way it had worked.
"We met them-Ken and Jodi, that is-at a special gathering of The Sexual Freedom Front. That's just a fancy name for a swap club. Mama and Daddy have been members for five years, maybe longer, and this gathering was strictly a social one, no swapping or anything, supposedly held so the members could get to know each other's brats. Dinner and all that crap. Real discreet. Mama wouldn't have gone for anything else.
"Sexual freedom, my ass! When it came to sexual freedom, my mother had a definition all her own. She wanted it for herself-and to hell with everybody else. She had always done her best to keep me from knowing about the swapping that went on around our house-and if she was so sold on sexual freedom, why would she be ashamed of it?
"But I had known about it since I was a snotty nosed little kid, and it hadn't really interested me until I learned-in the back seat of a car-what fucking was all about. Then I took a real interest.
"Like sneaking home a few times to watch through a bedroom window-they always pawned me off on friends on party nights-and listening with new interest to the things Mama would say on the nights they were going elsewhere for their fucking. 'Don't you go down on anyone, George,' I had heard her say one time. 'If you do that, I swear I'll quit: And she had stopped talking when she saw me. Yes, Mama had her own definition of freedom. She really did.
"It was different with Daddy. I could always talk with him-about anything. He knew I was no starry-eyed virgin. He had fixed it with our doctor so I could get the pill. And when I told him I knew about the swapping, he had explained it to me. It wasn't that he didn't love my mother, he said, it was simply that they were a mature, sophisticated couple who could accept the fact that sex was something to be enjoyed, not something to be regulated. I agreed, of course.
"We had talked about it a lot-swapping, I mean-without getting dirty about it, and it seemed to please him that I accepted it the way I did. I think he had expected I would feel hurt, or something.
"So when they received the invitation to the family get-together, to be held at the home of a couple who were members of the group, he had argued that I should go, that I would soon be a woman, that nothing wrong was going to happen, that I already knew about the club, and that I was reaching the age where I would soon have to decide about sex for myself. And so we went.
"At first, the whole thing struck me as pretty dull. The dinner was held on the patio of a rambling brick house near the beach, and about twenty couples were there. Talking, drinking, just mingling. And then I met Ken-and the party came to life.
"I was standing beside the long table they had set up as a buffet when I saw him. And I reacted at once. That happens sometimes-you get the hots the moment you see a man. Well, I got them that night.
"He was talking to Jodi-though of course I didn't know until later who she was-and I thought I had never seen a more handsome chunk of man. And I guess he could feel me watching him, because he turned his head slowly in my direction, smiled, setting my pants on fire, and in a moment the two of them came over to where I stood.
"Have you ever met a person who really turns you on? At first sight, I mean? Well, that was the way it was with us. While we stood there talking, our eyes kept meeting, feeling each other out, and we were thinking of the same thing.
"Fucking.
"Strange as it may seem, when Daddy joined us there, I saw the same look pass between him and Jodi. She wore a pale blue dress that hugged the sensuous curves of her slim little body, and I saw that he was really eating her up with his eyes. I knew, then, that all of us were thinking of the same thing.
"We had little chance to do anything about it, though. Not then. Mama was there, watching me like a hawk. So was Ken's wife, Jodi's mother. It would have ended right there-except Jodi and I exchanged phone numbers before we left.
"My first telephone call, the next morning, confirmed what I had been thinking-that she wanted to hump for my father. And I wasted no words in letting her know I had the hots for Ken. And we planned, and planned, and planned.
"It took me a week to bring Daddy around. I began by dropping hints about how he had impressed Jodi, led him on to the point where I was telling him she was driving me crazy, then joked that he should give her a little to get her off my back. He laughed at that.
"Her old man would murder me for banging his daughter,' he joked, but his eyes showed his interest. And then I lowered the boom. 'Not if he's doing the same to me,' I said.
"He was reluctant to do it, really reluctant, but he was also so hot for Jodi that he finally gave in. Ken was no problem. I called him myself. And the arrangements were made. Daddy taking me for a weekend trip. Ken doing the same. Adjoining rooms were reserved. We could switch fathers with detection. It was perfect.
"Except we forgot to switch.
"Jodi and her father were late in arriving. That was what caused it to happen. Daddy and I paced the floor of the motel room, making unfunny, nervous little jokes about what we were going to do, and we waited ... and waited. He left to buy a bottle of whiskey, and we made drinks in the water glasses the motel provided. I drank mine straight.
"Looks like we wasted a trip,' Daddy said with a weak grin. They were already two hours late, and my nervousness had turned to anger. I stood up, sweating despite the coolness of the room. I always sweat when I'm horny, mad, or disappointed, and I was all three. 'I'm going to take a shower,' I said. I began stripping.
"Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of around our house, and Daddy had seen me that way a thousand times. This time, though, he seemed to be paying special attention. I was down to my skimpy bra and see-through panties-the ones I had bought specially for this trip-before I noticed the way he was looking at my tits and cunt. He grinned crookedly at me, then said, 'He's sure passing up a good one.' He looked miserable.
"And she's passing up a better one.' He was sitting on the bed and, feeling sorry for him, I sat down beside him. 'Poor Daddy,' I said, touching his hair. He looked away from me, then back. I kissed him on the lips, very lightly, then slipped my arm around his shoulder. He rested his face in the hollow at the base of my neck.
"Somehow, I don't know how, I realized that he was staring down at my tits, barely covered by my bra, down at the dark patch that could be seen through my panties, at the hair that curled out beneath the elastic at my thighs. I felt myself getting hot-no, hotter!
"And it was then, I guess, that I first thought of making it with him. His arm was around me, just above my panties, I could feel his warm breath on the flesh that swelled above my bra, and I was suddenly intrigued by the thought of fucking my own father. I looked down at his lap. The swelling hard on said he was thinking of it, too.
"He started to say something as I raised his face, realizing, I suppose, what I was going to do. 'Shhh,' I said. Then I kissed him. It was not a daughterly kiss. My fingers settled on the swell of his cock. Hard as steel!
"Nora! ... Nora!' he moaned, his hands tearing at my panties and bra. He stripped me naked, lay me back on the bed, and together we peeled away his clothes.
"That's the way we were-naked and fucking when, without knocking, Jodi and her father came into the room."
Opportunity is, of course, a prime factor in any incestuous affair. It is doubtful that few such interludes are planned, at least on the first occurrence and it seems much more probable that they come about when circumstances create a highly sensual atmosphere.
It seems reasonable to assume also that these circumstances are much more likely to occur in the household of a "swinging" family, as in the case of Nora, than in others. When a child is reared in an atmosphere of sexual "freedom," knowing that her parents engage in swapping or similar activities, she is certain to engage in mental speculation on the subject. Such speculation will lead to a certain amount of sexual stimulation, though she may not connect this arousal with incestuous desire.
While it may be desirable, in many cases, for the child and the parent to engage in free discussion of sexual matters, it is also true that such discussion may instill in the child a feeling of sexual equality, thus weakening Freud's "barrier against incest."
Is the case of Nora a rare example? Or is incestuous swapping a common practice among the growing cult of "swingers"? It is hard to say, but a recent study by Dr. James R. Smith, titled: Consenting Adults, offers some insight into the relationship between "swingers" and their children. In the book, one of the most comprehensive ever compiled on the subject, a young mother is quoted as saying:
" ... Swinging aroused in me a new desire to teach my two sons that sex, all sex, is a healthy thing. I would readily accept it if they became 'swingers'."
The book quotes another couple as stating that "we would never hesitate to introduce our own children into the club, if, when they reach maturity, they express a desire to join."
The family gathering at which Nora and her father met Jodi and Ken appears to be a recent development among couples who swap. It may prove to be a key factor in the creation of more frequent opportunity-and desire-to commit incest.
In the early days of swapping, Doctor Smith reports, the parents carefully concealed their involvement in such activities. Recently, however, the tendency has been to be more open about the practice. Many of the larger groups, the book reports, now hold "social" gatherings, such as the one described by Nora, and these are open to children of all ages.
The Sexual Freedom League, one of the largest of these groups, publishes a monthly newsletter. Though this is not the same group to which Nora's parents belonged, the club's Southern California Region Newsletter for October 15, 1968 describes a meeting similar to the one attended by Nora. The following is a direct quote from this newsletter:
... Between 40 and 50 members showed up at C-and M-'s for a really heartwarming event. In addition to married and single couples there were quite a number of stag singles. But the happiest feature was that between fifteen and twenty of those present were children ranging in age from infants upward.
Possibly because they were children from homes where the philosophy typical of the SFL prevails, they were relaxed, well-behaved, well-adjusted youngsters. The older kids took care of the youngsters ... taking the strain off the adults, who were thus free to enjoy the good food and stimulating conversation that abounded.
... Now that the ball has started rolling, we shall probably have at least one big Family Circle affair each month. In the future an effort will be made to schedule the Sunday gathering on a weekend not following a Saturday night party; so even bigger turnouts can be expected. Nudity and sex activity will not, of course, be on the program. Thus it will be an ideal opportunity for new members or prospective members to come without trepidation or self-consciousness to see for themselves what sort of people SFL members are.
Even though, as the letter states, "nudity and sex activity will not, of course, be on the schedule," it can be seen that such parties will surely expose the child to the attitudes of the "swingers," to a certain amount of sexual bantering, though it may be no more than verbal exchanges between the adults in attendance, and to a varying degree of sexual temptation.
Are parents who encourage their own children to mingle with the type of person one would expect to meet at such a gathering to be considered perverts? Are they, perhaps, mentally disturbed?
No-according to Dr. Gilbert Bartell, a young anthropologist on the faculty of Northern Illinois University, who has conducted massive research on the subject of swapping. After interviewing 204 couples during the course of his research, Dr. Bartell is quoted in The Sex Researchers as saying; "The chief characteristic which the 204 couples had in common was their inherent normality. They were average, even commonplace."
In the case of Nora, the atmosphere and the opportunity for incest were created through a long, somewhat complicated sequence of events, it would seem. The first step was the family's acceptance of nudity, which later allowed the girl to feel no hesitance as she undressed before her father-even though she must have known he was sexually aroused.
By discussing sex with her from an early age, then providing her with "the pill," Nora's father openly recognized her as a sexually developed woman, thus giving tacit approval to her open sexual acts. By admitting to her that he and his wife swapped with other couples, he may have removed himself from the sexual pedestal upon which children tend to mentally place their parents.
When he actually gave his consent to her meeting with Ken, in exchange for his own interlude with Jodi-a move which, in effect, prostituted his own daughter-he probably removed the last block in the barrier against incest. He provided the atmosphere and the opportunity ... Incestuous desire may well have been building in Nora's subconscious long before the incident in the motel room. She may have chosen Ken as a substitute "father-image," mentally stimulated by the thought of her father consenting to their having intercourse. Her father's obvious interest in Jodi seems to have added to her arousal, as shown by her description of the meeting. In the depths of her mind, Nora may have decided to commit incest long before their arrival at the motel.
When Nora says that her mother wanted sexual freedom only for herself, she reveals resentment and hostility that may also have contributed to her desire to commit incest. Jealousy toward a parent is often cited as a contributing factor in such relationship.
The belief that Nora harbored the subconscious desire to engage in sexual relations with her father is strengthened by the fact that, at no time during her narrative did she express a desire to end the incestuous portion of the affair. She expressed no remorse; she mentions no feeling of guilt. The only time she mentions a desire for Ken, in fact, is when she tells of her desire to engage in sex with both men at the same time.
Without probing deeply into the psyche of the man it is difficult to say what caused Nora's father to abandon the moral code which forbids sexual relations between father and daughter, but his consent to the meeting between Ken and his daughter may have been an overt expression of a subconscious desire to have relations with his daughter. And it is likely that this desire was one of long duration, and one of which he was totally unaware.
This desire lies hidden in many, buried beneath the restraints of society, and it plays upon the child from birth. All affection, every touch, each gentle kiss will have a lasting effect upon the child.
This is how Freud described that effect:
A mother or father would probably be horrified to know that all their marks of affection were arousing the child's sexual instinct and preparing it for its later intensity. What we call affection will unfailingly show its effects one day on the genital zones as well.
If the sexual development of a child is guided in such manner by the simplest expression of parental love, what, then, may be expected of a girl such as Nora, whose very life has been lived in an atmosphere of open sexuality?
Let her tell us.
"Jodi had lost her cherry to her own father, I learned the next morning. Ken first balled her when she was thirteen, and she told me about it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They had been making it ever since, behind her mother's back, naturally, and that was why they hadn't hesitated to join us when they saw us in the sack. She laughed as she told me about it.
"We were at the beach, where we had gone after breakfast, and we had the place entirely to ourselves. The two of us lay side by side on the big beach blanket, watching Daddy and Ken as they swam in the water, splashing and puffing like a couple of kids. I asked Jodi if Ken had let her swap before.
"Sure,' she said, looking almost surprised. She rested herself on one elbow, watching me. 'It gives him a chance at some young cunt now and then-and it gives him an excuse to put the cock to me, if you get what I mean. Not that he needs an excuse. Not so far as I'm concerned, he don't. But he always likes to pretend it happens by accident. I guess that's the best way to describe it. Each time we do it, he says it's going to be the last-and I always know better. We make it too good together.'
"With that she flopped back down on the blanket, leaving me to think about what she had said. I closed my eyes, letting the morning sun warm my face, and I turned it over in my mind. I wondered if Daddy had any misgivings about what we had done. Probably not, I decided. He had enjoyed it too much. And Ken? I was sure he had none. Even before my talk with Jodi, I had been sure of that.
"As we had originally planned, I had spent the night with Ken; Daddy had slept with Jodi. Ken had been too exhausted to make it again, but he had held me in his arms, his hands on my breasts, his cock touching my buttocks, and he had stroked me until I was asleep. The last thing I could remember him saying, now that I think about it, was that he hoped my father was giving his little girl a good one. He seemed excited by the thought.
"As for myself, I had no regrets whatsoever. I was glad it had taken the course it did, and I meant to keep it going. Ken was worth a try, of course-any man is-but Daddy was the one I wanted to please. As I made that admission to myself, I suddenly realized that it had been true for as long as I could remember. He was the one. He always had been. He always would be.
"Suddenly my mind was flooded with memories of nights when I had remained awake and listened to the sounds that poured from the bedroom of my parent-the whispers and sighs and the small laughs-of people who are fucking-and I recalled the way I would squirm and touch myself beneath the blankets as I listened. And I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I had somehow been placing myself in their room, in their bed, in the arms of my father. I wondered, now, why I had waited so long to make it a reality. "And I had no intention of letting that reality slip from my grasp. Not now. I knew what they called it when you fuck your own flesh and blood, and I knew that Daddy was likely to feel guilty about it, to have some second thoughts about it, and that this first time might be our last. I decided not to let that happen.
"It had to be so good-this weekend of balling that he would come back for more. And more. And more. And I had to make it that way. I knew how. There would be no rules-not for us. No one saying, 'Don't you go down on anyone,' as Mama had said. No rules at all.
"I would, I decided, give him the things she couldn't ... or wouldn't. And I would begin right now.
"Jodi sat up when I reached over to touch her arm. She had loosened the string that held the white top of her two-piece bathing suit in place, letting the skimpy covering slip low on her high, taut breasts, and I caught a glimpse of the brownish circle around her nipple. 'You ever fuck in the surf?' I asked her, grinning.
"She smiled back at me, her teeth even and white against the tan of her face. 'Not yet,' she said. 'But if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, I have a feeling that's gonna change.'
"Nothing to keep us from it,' I said. I pointed to a small grove of pines a few yards down the beach. Once behind that we would be hidden from anyone who might look out the rear of the motel. The beach itself was deserted for as far as we could see. I stood, then said, 'First girl in the water gets to choose her cock.'
"Squealing and leaving the top of her bathing suit behind her on the beach Jodi leapt to her feet and was off in a flash. I let her get ahead of me, wanting to see which one she would choose. Her white little tits bobbed as she raced across the sand, covering the distance in long strides. She headed straight for my father.
"He looked surprised as she splashed into the water before him, quickly throwing her arms around him and pressing her naked tits against his chest. He said something that was lost in the sound of the surf, laughed, kissed her, and laughed again. I went after Ken.
"The water was icy cold. I felt the goose pimples cover my flesh as I rushed quickly into it, moving toward Jodi's father. He was standing in water that rose to his chest with each inward breaker, then fell to his thighs each time the waves retreated. I dove headfirst into an oncoming wave, then surfaced only inches away from him.
"We reached out for each other.
"He settled his hands beneath the cheeks of my ass, lifting me high in the chilling water that raced past my legs, and I slipped one arm around his neck. My tits, barely covered by the top of my flesh-colored swimsuit, flattened against his muscular chest. I kissed him.
"There was the taste of salt on his lips, a taste that I let my tongue reach out to enjoy. As I rolled my tongue over the outside of his mouth, licking away the brine, I could feel his hands moving on my ass. They pulled my pelvis toward him, holding me so I could feel the hard bulge of cock at the front of his trunks, and then they swung me away. Then in again, closer still.
"As the icy water rose high on our tight-pressed bodies, I slipped a hand inside his trunks. My hand fitted neatly around his prick. I held the hardened cylinder in my fist, thrilling to the contact, and I let my tongue slide deep inside his mouth. His hands found their way inside the bottom of my bathing suit. They moved more urgently on the globes of my ass now that there was no cloth to separate them from the smooth skin. The pounding of the surf grew louder.
"Let's get back to the room, kid,' he said urgently, pulling away from me. His hands had slipped so low under my buttocks, trying to reach the rear of my cunt, that he had tugged. my suit low on my hips. I shook my head and nodded toward Daddy and Jodi, who were already moving toward the concealment offered by the grove of pines. Daddy had his arm around her shoulder, one hand cupping her naked tit. 'I want it here, on the sand, with the water pounding over us,' I said.
"That's exactly where and how he gave it to me.
"We followed Daddy and Jodi down the beach, walking with our arms around each other, our hips brushing. The arm he had around me was low on my waist, so that the could keep his hand beneath the wet bottom of my suit, and my buttocks rolled in his palm as we walked toward shallower water. He was breathing hard.
"In front of us Jodi's lithe body swayed next to my father, her delightful little hips swinging with each step she took. A strip of white flesh showed beneath her tiny suit-the flesh of her ass that had gone untouched by the sun-and I found a strange pleasure in the knowledge that her little body would soon be sprawled beneath my father, fucking for all she was worth. I hoped she was a good fuck.
"As we rounded the little curve that took us behind the grove of pines, Ken suddenly took me by the shoulders. His hands tugged at the top of my bathing suit, pulling the straps down over my shoulders. My breasts tingled as they were freed from the confining bra. They tingled even more as, looking me calmly in the eyes, he took one tit into each of his hands. He rubbed them with the palms of his hands.
"You've got tits that were made for sucking,' he told me, then proceeded to do just that. Holding the mound of a breast in each hand, he bent to suck gently at my left nipple, then the right. My legs weakened beneath me. I tugged at the elastic of his trunks. 'And you've got a tool made for fucking,' I rhymed. The touch of my fingers caused him to lift his head.
"We splashed down into the shallow water.
"While I lay there with the icy water of the Pacific rushing up to fruitlessly attempt to douse the fire that was blazing between my thighs, he quickly stripped away his trunks and threw them on-the beach behind me. His cock was aimed at my slit as I lifted my ass to let him tug away the last covering of my cunt. He threw the flesh-colored material after his own trunks. Then he came after me.
"The rough sand teased the tender flesh of my ass as I spread my legs wide to accept him. It was gritty beneath my back, and the cold water flooded in around us, fell away, then returned. Ken knelt between my legs. I watched his face as he slipped his hands beneath my ass, raising it from the sandy bottom and throwing all my weight on my shoulders. His eyes seemed vacant as he stared down at the cunt he was being offered. His mouth went slack. He ran his tongue over his lips as I squirmed beneath his stare, and he released one cheek of my ass long enough to reach down and stroke the hairy bush of my pussy, as if parting it for his cock.
"Then he stuck it to me.
"Just the head of it at first, just that rounded knob that opened the lips of my pussy and made me crave more of what he had to offer. He held it there for an eternity, swinging his hips slightly backward when I writhed frantically against the water-covered sand, desperately trying to shove myself onto the full shaft of his cock. Then he gave me more.
"As a chilling wave came in to surround the lower half of my body, covering the ass he held raised in his hands, spreading up and over my waiting cunt, flowing over my belly and touching the bottoms of my naked tits, he gave me another inch, then another. I grabbed the backs of his thighs, trying to bring him all the way in.
"And he came all the way in. Oh, how he came. Suddenly there was no more teasing, no more holding back. He released the cheeks of my ass, letting them fall once more onto the rough bottom, fell forward, clawing at my tits, and with a violent lunge buried his cock to the hilt.
"That was the way he fucked-violently! With both hands squeezing my tits so that they ached with a delicious pain, his mouth over the rigid nipple of one and sucking hard, he flicked with driving strokes that rammed his prick so deep inside me it seemed to be thrusting against the inside of my stomach, then withdrew until my cunt was clinging only to his knob. The water ebbed and flowed around us, and his cock worked like a piston inside my cunt. I thought I could feel the water being forced from inside me with each entry of his cock, gushing between my thighs, but it may have been my imagination.
"Imagination or not, he was giving me a good fuck. A fuck that made me claw at his wet hair with trembling fingers, holding, him to the pulsing nipple he was flogging with his tongue. A fuck that caused me to wrap my legs high around his back as I sought the leverage which would allow me to match the motions of my pelvis to the pumping of his hips. A fuck that caused me to burn, even in the coldness of the surrounding water. I hoped Daddy was getting the same.
"Strange how the mind will wander at a time like that. And even stranger was the way I suddenly seemed outside my body, watching as Ken drove himself at me. Only it wasn't Ken who hovered above the girl in the surf. It was Daddy. And then I was back in my own body, writhing in the chill of the water, the heat of the fucking, and my mind had replaced Ken with Daddy.
"He blurred above me. The blond hair darkened, became the hair of my father. His body thickened. It became more muscular. His cock, longer and slimmer than the cock of my father, seemed to grow thicker between the pulsating walls of my cunt. The sound of the surf was lost in the roaring that filled my brain.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' I repeated over and over. My pelvis rose and fell, driving the mound of my cunt against the hard bony base of his prick, moving back on the rod of his cock and then swallowing him again. And then I came.
"Lord! How I came! Time after time my cunt was shaken by the surging releases of my juice, each time more intense than the one before. And still I moved. And fucked. And clawed at his back. And begged and pleaded for more. Until with a hard ramming of his prick and a horribly sweet bite of my nipple, he gushed his warm sperm into me. I fell back onto the sand, my cunt filled with his juices, his fast-softening cock, and the waves that sought to wash them away.
"Looks like our friends have decided to leave us all by ourselves,' Ken whispered into my ear.
"I was so dazed by the intensity of my coming that I had hardly noticed it as he moved from between my legs. Still in something of a stupor, I rolled onto my side, then managed to make it to my knees.
"My backside was coated with wet white sand; so were my thighs. I brushed it away as best I could, then struggled-to my feet and joined Ken. He said nothing as we dressed. But I saw him smiling faintly as he stared down at the indentations we had left in the white sand at the edge of the water. I smiled, too. As we left our hiding place behind the little grove of pines, the waves were already removing the last traces of our fucking.
"Jodi's face was still flushed with excitement when we reached the motel. That was the first thing I noticed. She had retrieved the top of her suit, but she might as-well have left it. It was pulled too high on her breasts, leaving the white bottom flesh of her tits showing beneath the cups, and I wondered if she had returned to the motel like that. Probably, I decided. It was obvious that she still had the hots.
"They were in our room, and Jodi was hanging around Daddy as if she owned him. She was sitting on the bed beside him, her hand very high up on his thigh, almost touching his crotch, and she was watching him with open adoration. There were traces of white sand on both their bodies, and as I watched she brushed a few grains from his back onto the red carpet of the floor. I left Ken and put my arm around Daddy's shoulder.
"You saved a little of that peter for me, didn't you?' I asked, purring the words as I pressed my tits, covered by the damp bathing suit, against his arm. Jodi was on the other side of him, with her hand still close to his prick, and her eyes caught mine for a brief moment as I moved my hand down his side, onto his hard thigh, then onto the wet front of his trunks. He pulled my hand away. 'Give an old man a break, will you,' he said, standing. 'I may not be able to get it up for another week.'
"His tone said he was joking, but the joke fell flat on its rump. I looked at Jodi.
"Her eyes had never-left my face, as though she were waiting for me to do something that was expected of me, and I found myself unable to turn away from her. My hand was on the bed, where it had settled when Daddy moved away, and I felt her touch it with her fingers. Her blue eyes seemed to blaze at me. A small pulse was pounding visibly in her slender neck.
"We know how to get it up for them, don't we, Nora?' she whispered, moving closer on the bed. I knew what she meant. I knew that the women at the swap meetings would sometimes put on a show for their men. I knew what they did. I knew how they did it. I knew it would get the men back in a mood for fucking. And I knew I wanted to do it with Jodi.
"Yes, we know how to do that,' I whispered. Excitement rushed through me as her hand brushed my inner thigh and she leaned forward, slowly it seemed, to kiss me on the lips. I put my arm around her.
"As Jodi fell against me with all the weight of her slim little body, pressing me backward on the bed, I could hear the sound of the two men breathing. It was a harsh sound, an excited one. I opened my lips.
"As her tongue snaked quickly into my mouth, hot, wet, and eager, she tugged the bra of my swimsuit upward over my tits-exactly as her father had done-and her body pried itself between my legs. I could feel her bathing suit rasping against my stiffening nipples. I tugged it up. Her little tits seemed to sink into the softness of my larger ones. Her nipples bored hot and deep into my flesh. Her hands were everywhere at once-and still we kissed.
"Her lips and tongue were tangy with the taste of salt, and her body was squirming against the mound above my pussy, getting me hotter and hotter. My hands, with no thought or direction from me settled on her firm little tits, moved them for a moment against my own, and then began clawing at the bottom of her swimsuit. Her hands stripped me.
In silence, as if we had planned it before, she turned herself so that she was kneeling above me one knee on each side of my head, her long hair hanging down to tease my thighs as she stared at my cunt, and her own little pink slit positioned above my face.
"Then she went down on my cunt "Sixty-nine ... it was a very good year' I heard Ken say.'
"Her lips touched me lightly at the upper edge of the dark hair of my cunt, bringing less reaction than I had expected. I was hot, but it was largely because of the knowledge that we were being watched. That, at least, was what I told myself. Then she kissed me in the center of my cunt-and I felt a new kind of heat.
"Because she was a female, I guess, she knew all the right places, the places that will drive you out of your mind. As I stared up at her widespread little cunt, inches above my face, her tongue lanced in and out of my gash, touching the hood around my clit the clit itself, licking over my outer lips. I put my hands on the smooth little orbs of her ass and urged her closer to my face. I was ready to give as good as I was getting.
"Her pussy, as it moved to meet my lips with such slowness that it seemed a dream, looked like a flower covered with the dew of early morning. The pink lips glistened. They were the petals. The fine blonde hair around her slit was coated with white brine from .her swim in the ocean, and that was the autumn foliage that surrounded the flower. Like a bee, after pollen, so I went after my first taste of cunt. The brine-coated hair of her slit was rough against my tongue as I forced my way into her gash. I could taste the salt. I could taste a sweetness. I imagined that I could taste the come of my father. As I found the hard little button of her clitoris and slowly licked it with a back and forth darting of my tongue, she shifted her body so that her wiggling rear settled fully on my face, and I felt her capture my own clitoris softly between her lips.
"We sucked at one another with perfect rhythm.
"With each stroke of her tongue across my clit, I lifted my ass high from the groaning bed, trying for more; and each time my lips pulled at her clit, her cunt would press downward against my face. We were perfectly tuned. My body was taut as a bowstring. My face was wet with the juices of her cunt. My tits were throbbing dully. My cunt was flexing under her expert caresses-and then ... she moved away.
"She was gone from-above me, from between the vee of my legs, so quickly that I had no chance to stop her. Gone-and replaced by Daddy. Daddy, who was naked now. Daddy, who was moving between my legs, his prick hard and ready as he slipped a hand beneath my rear and lifted it high. Daddy, whose body felt hard as a rock when I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, reaching for him with both hands as I eagerly awaited the thrusting of his cock. Daddy, who seemed to come to me through a blue fog of desire.
"You got it up again, baby,' he said in the voice of a stranger, and I was dimly aware that Ken and Jodi were leaving through the door that led to their adjoining room. 'You really got it up.' And I pulled him into my arms just as I felt my cunt being spread by the knob at the end of his thick cock. We began to fuck.
"He was better than Ken. Better than Jodi. Better than any boy I had ever known. He was Daddy, and he was mine. As I sighed my contentment there on the bed of that motel, letting my body move in the flowing motions of a woman who is being fucked, and holding him so that he was nestled against the soft cushions of my tits, I knew we had something that would never end.
"And that's the way it has been. The weekend ended, as all good things must, but Mama was none the wiser. And there have been other sessions with Ken and Jodi, just as there have been other couples to take their place.
"And each time it happens, each time we swing, I can't help but smile as I recall the words Jodi said that first time in the motel by the beach.
"Your father for mine?'"
And so a pattern is formed-a pattern of incest. And it is a pattern that, according to Nora, will continue until it is disrupted by discovery or a disastrous pregnancy.
It is interesting to note that Jodi and her father, according to this latter part of Nora's narrative, had engaged in previous incestuous swapping, a fact which may indicate that this practice is more common than is generally thought.
Interesting, too, is Nora's description of the pseudo lesbian act which she and Jodi used to renew the sexual energies of their fathers, an act which seems imitative of adult swappers. It is accepted as fact by most researchers that such displays of lesbian acts are most often used to stimulate the males in attendance, with true homosexual desire being present in only a small percentage of the women.
But incest is not limited to those who engage in swapping ... as we shall see in the next case.
CHAPTER TWO: My Daddy, My Sister ... and Me
"You can damned well believe what you like which is exactly what you are going to do anyhow-but the idea of fucking my own father-or should I say being fucked by him?-was a thought that had never occurred to me. Not until after it had happened. And by then it made no difference. Not really. Once done, it was done, and despite our words of remorse, I think both of us knew it was likely to happen again ... and again. As I said, it really made no difference. Not after it had happened that first time. It is all too true that a girl can never be unfucked, and that a second trip to the well is much easier than the first. The second trip to the well of sex is also much more enjoyable.
"But that first trip is one that will be in my memory for as long as I live, etched there in exquisite detail. Maybe it was clumsy and accidental, and maybe it should never have happened at all. But it was that first time that led to all the others, all the nights in Daddy's arms-so, how could I possibly forget?
"I was sixteen at the time. A wise sixteen, I guess. A girl grows up quick when she has to, and the head on crash that had killed my mother a week after my fifteenth birthday had left me little choice in the matter. Someone had to take care of the house, of Terri, my little sister, who was a scrawny kid at the time, and of Daddy. Most of all, someone had to care for Daddy.
"Have you ever seen a strong man go to pieces? Disintegrate right before your eyes? If you have, then you'll have some idea of what happened to my father. He had loved her terribly, I suppose, and he just couldn't seem to accept the fact she was gone. He'd spend hours when he seemed unaware of what was happening around him. He began drinking heavily, something he had never done, and he let his appearance simply go to hell.
"He never left the house. He would go for days without shaving; and the small real estate company he owned was fast coming apart at the seams. He refused to worry about it. There were days when he wouldn't even accept calls from his salesmen or his office manager.
"So it was left up to me to hold the family together. As I said, a girl grows up quick when she has no choice. Daddy just nodded dully when I told him I was dropping out of school. He seldom said anything in those days.
"The relationship between the three of us changed completely after that. Maybe it was because I was doing all the work of running the household-the shopping, the cooking, all of it-but Terri seemed to lose all the smart-alecky ways of a little sister. She did what she was told, without argument. She spoke to me in a new tone of voice. She began to treat me like ... well, like I was her mother.
"Daddy changed, too. As he gradually came out of the stupor that had claimed him after the death of my mother, I saw that he was no longer treating me as a child; he was treating me as a woman, as his equal in every way. It was a long time before I realized I had somehow taken the place of my mother in his mind. He treated me in a whole different way.
"It was shortly after he had returned to work at his office that I began to realize just how fully I had taken her place. I was standing at the sink in the kitchen, finishing his evening meal, when he came home. He slipped his arm around my waist, pecked me on the cheek, then said, 'Lord, Dolly, that smells good.'
"He patted me twice on the rump, then walked away.
"God! How many times had I witnessed that scene between him and my mother? A million times? Two million?
"Dolly' had been his pet name for my mother. He used it only when he was in a good humor, and it startled me to hear him call me that; then, too, he had touched me on the ass with his hand. I could feel that touch for a long time afterward. It was then, I suppose, that I first began to think of him as a total man, as one who needed a woman to share his bed. Maybe not a woman he could love, but one who would at least be able to give him the pussy a man, any man, needs. I began to wonder if he was getting any. I hoped he was. A man needs that.
"I had no idea, then, that I would be the woman to give him the cunt he needed.
"Or that he would be the man who would give me the only thing I really missed since leaving school: the thrill of hot necking, the tingling sensation I had always felt when I had allowed some eager boy to paw my tits, my cunt, the even greater pleasure of occasionally going all the way for the unsurpassed joy of a good fuck.
"There were times I missed that so much I couldn't stand it; times when I would start thinking about the boys who never came around any more and I would get so horny my legs would actually start to tremble. I'd think about the few who had actually got it in my cunt, and I'd wonder which of the girls they were balling now. I'd sometimes try to picture them fucking the different girls I knew. That only made it worse.
"Thinking about it at night was worst of all. In the darkness of my room, with no sounds to disturb my thoughts, the vision would become so real that I would actually feel the touch of fingers on my nipples, causing them to swell, and I would feel hot breath in my ears, on my neck. And I would solve that problem the only way I knew.
"Always with a feeling of shame, and a promise that this time would be the last, absolutely the last I would throw aside the blankets, spread my thighs, and go to work on my own cunt. My mind would fill with fantasy. The fingers that tugged at my nipples were not my own; they were the fingers of a male, any male. And the pressure against the mound of my cunt was the pressure of a hard groin, steadily driving cock deep inside me. I would hold onto these fantasies until, at last, moaning, writhing with the desperate need for a good fuck, I would come. Then I would hate myself for breaking my promise.
"It was on a bad night such as that-a night that followed a day when my thoughts had continually returned to visions of myself spread beneath some eager young stud, his prick driving away my needs-that I was first fucked by my father. Nights were better after that.
"I was in my bedroom undressing in front of the mirror when I first heard Daddy call out in his sleep. His bedroom was next to mine, and I listened for his voice again. Nothing, so I looked back into the mirror.
"You do without tonight, you old whore,' I said, half-joking with my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing only my panties and my bra, and my reflection smiled back in a way that said she was going to get hers, whether I liked it or not. I suddenly realized that, without thinking about it, I had slipped my hands beneath my tits, squeezing them through the cups of my bra. 'Damn you!' I said to my reflection. It was a ritual I often followed; my reflection always won.
"They were nice tits, though, I told myself as I fingered them through the bra. Heavy and full, like my mother's had been. My hips go with them. But there the resemblance ends. My hair is darker than her blonde hair had been, and as I stood before the mirror, I could see that the dark patch around my cunt showed clearly through my panties; a few stray tendrils curled from beneath the elastic at my thighs. I slipped one hand beneath the waistband, moving toward my pussy.
"You win again, you bitch,' I said, my voice trembling as my fingers touched the crisp hair of my cunt. In a moment, I would turn out the lights, then finger-fuck myself until I was able to sleep.
"Then I heard Daddy's voice again. It was louder this time, almost a cry, and it was full of pain. Thinking he was sick or hurt, I ran to his room. Not until I was beside his bed did I realize that he was repeating the word 'Dolly' over and over again.
"In the light that streamed through the open door, I could see he was crying in his sleep. The tears streamed down his face. He wore only his shorts; his bare chest heaved with his crying. At the center of his shorts, I could see ... I remember scolding myself for daring to think about that. 'I need you, Dolly!' he cried suddenly, and I knelt quickly beside him.
"I'm here, Daddy. I'm here,' I whispered, touching my fingers gently to his forehead. His face was hot. His arm suddenly whipped around my shoulder, pulling me to him, and I knew he was dreaming he was holding my mother. My tits were pressed tight against his chest, his hand was moving on my bare back. 'It's all right, Daddy,' I said in that same low whisper, and then his eyes suddenly blinked open.
"For just a moment there ... I thought,' he said, stumbling over the words. He didn't finish the sentence. His arm left my shoulder, his hand brushing across my ass, accidentally, I suppose, as it dropped away from me, and then he began to weep, openly, unashamedly. I moved onto the bed, sitting close to his naked leg, and I held his face against my breasts. I could feel his tears on the bare flesh above my bra.
"I know what you thought, Daddy,' I told him. I stroked the back of his head with my fingers. 'You thought it was Mommy. Oh God, Daddy, I wish there was something I could do.' I was crying inside too.
"He lifted his face from my breasts. 'You're done more than any girl could do, Brenda,' he said. 'I should be grateful. It's just that the nights get so ... ' His voice trailed away.
"So lonesome?' I said, finishing his sentence for him. I recall thinking that I was lonesome too but in a different sort of way. I hugged him tightly, then said, what you need is a good cry, and a good shoulder to have it on. And I'm going to see you have both. I'm going to spend the night right here.' "Before he could say anything to that, I stood and walked to the door. It was then, as I stood there in the light from the hallway, dressed only in my bra and panties, ready to push the door closed, that he spoke the words which, I think, changed everything.
"You shouldn't be sleeping with me, you know' he said in a voice that was suddenly changed. 'You're a woman now, all woman. You ... '
"I closed the door. 'Don't be silly. I'm your daughter, aren't I?' I said, crossing the room and slipping into bed beside him. But his words had made me all too aware of the fact that I was a woman; they had reminded me of my near-nakedness, of the horniness I thought I had left in my own room. They had driven home the fact that he was a very desirable man, though he was my own father.
"I was suddenly aware of the coarse hair of his legs against the smooth flesh of my own, aware of the hard muscles of his body so close to me, and I remembered, suddenly and vividly, the way I had noticed the swell of his prick against his shorts as I had entered the room. I tried to stop myself, I swear I did, but I felt my cunt getting hot, the blood rushing to the tips of my tits. He must have known all this.
"I think you'd better kiss me goodnight, then go to your own room,' he said, his voice thick. I nodded my head in the darkness, then moved to do as he said. Our lips touched lightly.
"And, all of a sudden, the two of us found there was no turning back.
"Looking back, I honestly don't know when the kiss changed. Or who changed it, if you're looking for someone to blame. One moment, I was half out of bed, touching my lips to his in a daughterly kiss fully intending to leave, and the next moment was something entirely different.
"My mouth was open and so was his, our tongues touching wildly, and I had dropped my full weight down on him?' As he felt my bra-covered tits against his chest, his arm went around my back, squeezing the breath from me. I felt his dick go hard beneath my belly.
"Slipping my hands beneath his head and holding him so our mouths were locked together, I slithered downward on the bed. I stopped with my legs spread wide, straddling him so that his rigid prick was beneath my crotch. Only a little cloth separated us. I ground my cunt against him, pressing down with all my strength.
"He reacted as a man can be expected to react. As my fingers roved crazily over his chest and face, and my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I felt his fingers slip beneath my panties, at the back, and then his hands were squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I spread my knees wide, and the fingers of one hand followed the crack of my ass downward until they discovered the tuft of hair at the back of my cunt. I raised my ass until the fingers were touching the trembling lips of my cunt. He slipped a finger inside it. I nearly came.
"With one quick movement of both my hands, I grasped the bottom of my bra and yanked it upward. I let myself enjoy the way his hairy chest teased my rigid nipples for just a moment, then, ending the kiss and cupping my hand beneath my right tit, I thrust my knocker toward his mouth. It had been too long since my nipple had been inside a warm, sucking mouth.
"Suck my tits till I can't stand any more!' I pleaded shrilly, then bit my lip as he sucked my erected nipple between his lips. He drew it deep into his mouth. I felt him nip it with his teeth. My free hand slipped between our bodies, inside his shorts, found the hard shaft of his cock. I squeezed and stroked it at the same time, and his mouth moved from nipple to sweetly aching nipple, sucking my titties deeper into his mouth with each change.
"Bite them for me,' I moaned from deep in my throat. 'Not hard. But bite them! Oh, Daddy ... Bite them! Bite them! Bite them! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!' the words poured out of me-and it was then he seemed to realize, for the first time, what we were doing.
"Time stood still.
"We can't ... you know we can't do this, Brenda,' he said finally, a stricken look on his face. His hands were still on my ass, one finger in my cunt. I said nothing.
"I can't fuck ... can't make love to my own daughter,' he said in anguish, but still his hands remained on my ass. I held tight to the hot shaft of his prick, saying nothing. When the words came, they came without me having to give it a second though.
"Why can't you fuck me?' I asked. 'I've been fucked before, and not by anybody I've loved. I love you. You love me. You need me. So why can't we fuck?' And as I glued my mouth to his once more, sucking as I sought his tongue, I pulled his cock completely free of his shorts. I felt him tugging my panties down over my hips.
"The talking was done, it was time to fuck.
"We clawed one another out of what little clothing we wore, and our hands were exploring as we did it. He seemed awed by my eagerness, thinking, I guess, like all fathers think, that his daughter knew nothing about fucking. And I was awed, too-by the size of his prick.
"For one brief instant, as he lay naked and ready, I found myself comparing his cock to the puny tools of the boys I had known. That was the difference. They were boys; he was a man. His cock was at least four inches longer than any I had ever seen, much thicker, and his balls were heavy between his legs. I mounted him quickly; fucking with my guy beneath me has always been one of my favorite ways.
"As I straddled him and reached down with one hand to grab his cock and guide it toward the eager lips of my cunt, he reached up to fill his hands with my tits. His hands felt rough against my nipples, rough in a way that I loved.
"I had one knee on each side of his body, my cunt poised above him. Slowly I lowered myself onto the head of his prick. My insides screamed as the lips of my pussy were spread by the head of it. I gave myself more. But not too much. I paused, savoring the delicious feel of having my cunt spread farther than it had ever been before. His hands tightened on the globes of my tits, his hips lurched upward, and his cock was deep inside me. I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward, and he stroked the tits that dangled beneath me.
"I could feel the warmth of his cock against the walls of my pussy, could feel it pressing against the hood of my clit, and I closed my eyes and began raising and lowering myself so that my movements matched exactly the speed with which he was stroking my tits. He moaned something I couldn't understand, then lifted his hips until his cock was totally sheathed by my cunt. I tasted blood on my lips.
"There was a dull roaring in my ears; an electric tingling grew somewhere inside my cunt, sparked by his upward thrusting prick, and it spread through my body like fire. His hands worked my tits, kneading them like dough. My hips pumped faster and faster; so did his. I could feel my cunt convulsing around his rod.
"Throwing myself forward and locking my mouth to his, my tongue forcing its way between his lips, I pinned his head back against the pillow and frantically began to pump my hips up and down. His hands found the cheeks of my ass. While they guided the up and down movement of my cunt, and his hips pumped beneath me with a matching speed, bringing me closer and closer to the moment of coming, his mouth sucked steadily at the tongue I offered. Fireworks flashed before my eyes.
"I began to come-in a series of delectable little explosions inside my pussy that seemed to last an .eternity, ending only when I had felt and taken into my cunt the great hot gush of come that finally erupted from him. Finally, reluctantly, I rolled away and lay beside him, sweating, my breasts touching his side, my hand on his cock.
"It was the best I've ever had-absolutely the best,' I said, and he said nothing. I kissed his neck. 'Was I good for you?' I asked. He looked at me for a long time, then said, 'You'd better go to your room, Brenda.'
"We spent a couple of weeks feeling guilty. He avoided me, seldom spoke. I was bothered for a while by what we had done, but not for long. The longer I thought about it, the ... well, the more right it seemed.
"The second time around was no accident, not by any means. I thought about it. I planned it. And, when it happened, I loved it.
"And so did he.
"I went to him that night dressed in the sexiest thing I owned, a sheer black nightie that ended less than three inches below my cunt and was so transparent that it might as well have been a cloud of smoke. I was naked beneath it. My nipples, hard and swollen in anticipation, were clearly visible. So was the triangular patch of hair around my cunt. I could feel and hear the tiny crackle of static electricity set up by the nylon moving against my naked body as I walked from my room to his. A light shone from beneath his door.
"He sat up on the bed and dropped the book he had been reading when I came into the room. I deliberately rolled my hips as I walked toward him. His eyes were locked on the juncture of my thighs. His lips were trembling. Heat seemed to reach out from his eyes, through my nightie, and into my cunt that was already screaming with need for him. His arms went around my waist.
"Oh, God, Dolly, I need you. I hate myself for it, but I need you,' he whimpered, pulling me close to the bed and pressing his face against my belly. As he began kissing me through the thin material, I felt his hands move to the backs of my legs and begin working their way up my thighs. They went beneath my gown. I felt my knees turn to jelly as his big hands found the cheeks of my ass. He rolled off the bed, into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.
"Put one foot up on the bed,' he said, using one hand to guide me and kissing the inside of my thigh when I followed his instructions. I had already realized he was going to eat my cunt. I put my hands on his shoulders to give myself balance. He said, 'Dolly ... Dolly Dimples ... with dimples beside her cunt,' and then he kissed me once on each thigh, so delightfully close to the lips of my pussy that. I felt sure I would faint. Then he kissed the pussy itself.
"One boy had gone down on my cunt, in the back seat of a car, but it had been a clumsy attempt and was nothing compared to that first gentle touch of my father's lips to my cunt. Gentle is the best way to describe it, yet it sent violent waves of desire through my body. He kissed me again. Then again. In my cunt. My feverish, feverish cunt.
"The way I was standing, with my legs spread wide and one foot on the bed, my knee lifted and bent was awkward but it was also the perfect position ' for what he was doing. My upraised leg had caused the nightie to slither above my pussy, with some help from his hands, and my gash was spread so wide that his kisses touched spots that might otherwise have been hidden. My hips swung easily forward to meet his caresses. My nails dug into his bare shoulders. His breath burnt the naked flesh of my inner thighs. I closed my eyes.
"As my cunt was suddenly set ablaze by a prick-like darting of his tongue, a darting that touched my outer cunt-lips roughly but gently then moved across my clitoris, I cried out in passion and wiggled my pelvis against his face. His fingers tightened on the soft flesh of my ass. His mouth made a sucking noise, and I felt my clit being drawn between his lips. He sucked steadily on the pulsing little button, spat it out, gave it another prolonged sucking. My hands had found his ears. I held him tight against my cunt. My hips churned. And still his lips and tongue tortured my clitoris. Sucking and licking. Drawing my soul out through the slit of my pussy. I felt I couldn't hold out for long.
"I came into his mouth with a scream of release. And came again, and kept coming until I could actually feel the wet juices streaming down my thighs in warm rivulets. I fell backward, onto the bed, my legs spread wide, my tits heaving beneath my gown, my voice pleading for his cock.
"He slipped quickly out of his shorts-the only thing he'd had on when I arrived and came at me like a madman. My legs were hanging over the side of the bed and, as I raised my ass to accept him, he threw my gown up over my tits, slipped one hand under my buttocks, and hooked his other arm under my upper thigh. He forced my knee upward until it was touching the naked sphere of my tit. I threw my arms around his neck as I felt the first plunge of his cock.
"As his prick slid easily into my cunt that was already moistened by his licking and by the juice of my coming, he kissed me hard on the mouth. His face was sticky. I tasted a tang on his lips and tongue, and I remember thinking that it was the taste of my own cunt, the stickiness of my own come. Somehow, that thought was exciting.
"Because of the way he had my leg bent, my ass lifted, and because of his weight upon me, I was barely able to shift my pelvis and match the stroking of his cock. And fast stroking it was. He drove his prick at me furiously, banging me so hard and so fast that I could occasionally feel the slap of his balls against the underside of my ass. The friction on my clitoris grew stronger, better. I sucked hard at his tongue, and soon I was coming again endlessly, it seemed.
"With a heavy moan and a terrific, straining thrust of his cock, he spewed hotly inside my cunt. Then another gush, weaker. A spurt I could barely feel. He fell sweating across me, his softening cock against my leg. I spent the night in his arms.
"He told me later that 'Dolly Dimples' had been a code word between him and my mother, the joking way he would let her know he was going to go down on her, and that he began calling her that because of the dimples she'd had on her inner thighs-where he had kissed me. When he told me that, I knew that the two of us had started what was going to be a permanent affair.
"We were discreet about it, of course. Although I spent most nights in his room, I was always in my own bed when morning came. That was because of Terri-and only because of her. With that single exception, I totally assumed the place of my mother. I was a wife to my father in everything but name.
"But kids have big eyes. I don't know exactly when Terri caught on to the fact that we were screwing one another, but it was probably about the time she reached thirteen. She was almost a woman at that age.
"Her breasts were swelling into rounded little peaks, her hips were beginning to flare outward, and already the boys were after her like dogs in heat, and I was pretty sure she was turning more than one of them on to a little of her cunt. Finally, when she began staying out later and later at night, I decided to have a talk with her. I asked her where she went at night.
"Out fucking,' she said in a defiant tone that was almost comical coming from a girl so young. Then she added the words that stunned me completely. 'Just because you get your cock at home doesn't mean we all can!'
"She was headed for a fall, and I knew it. Easy pussy is always headed in that direction. That started me thinking.
"I thought about the good years I'd had with Daddy; all the nights of fucking and sucking until we were exhausted. The things he'd taught me; the way he'd put me back on the pill so I wouldn't get pregnant. And had begun thinking about my future. There was a Job I had been offered in New York through a friend of Daddy's, and it was far better than I could hope to do in our hick town. I'd turned it down because of Dad; I didn't want him to be alone.
"And I thought about Terri getting pregnant by some tomcat of a boy, maybe in some gang shag, where she would never even know which one did it. And I thought of how she would have it with Daddy. I pictured them together, arousing myself, I admit, and I made my decision.
"Terri, my little sister, could take my place in the bed of my father.
"I would take her there myself."
It may very well be that Brenda's incestuous interlude with her father can be more easily understood by the reader if we first analyze the things she omitted from her narrative, rather than concentrating our attention on what she said. People often avoid what they wish to conceal.
Her mother is dismissed, in Brenda's recollections of her incestuous affair, so lightly that one cannot help but conclude that the relationship between the two was less than close. There is no mention of love for her mother. There is no expression or grief. At no time is her mother even physically described, except In comparison to Brenda herself.
At no time does Brenda dwell on the events which occurred prior to the death of her mother. It is as though life began for her at the moment of her mother's demise. The tone of her narrative clearly indicates she was eager to assume the parental role within the family structure, cooking, cleaning, shopping, caring for her younger sister ... and providing a sexual outlet for her father.
While this last desire may have been totally contained in Brenda's subconscious until the moment of first release, it is interesting to note that, at no time, did she fight the temptation to commit incest. Although she describes the first sexual contact with her father as "accidental," there probably existed, prior to this time, a desire to receive what her subconscious saw as payment for the other burdens that had been thrust upon her. Sexual intercourse is, after all, too often treated as a reward within our society.
Her eagerness to fully assume the role of "wife" to her father is a clear indication that there existed within her mind a need to compete with her mother, and that this need probably existed long before the events which provided her the opportunity to assume the role she subconsciously longed for.
While she attempts to describe her father as a "strong man, who went to pieces" due to circumstances beyond his control, her narrative clearly shows that he was anything but strong. It seems very likely that she is describing the man she wanted him to be.
While the subject of this case history makes only the briefest reference possible to any feelings of guilt, it is interesting to note that she dwells at some length on the feelings of guilt and self-loathing caused by her masturbation. This is especially true when one considers the fact that the taboo against masturbation is now almost non-existent; it is widely known, conceded and accepted that masturbation is a common sexual outlet. The fact that she did feel guilt because of her masturbation shows that Brenda had been raised to respect certain moral codes, however incorrect and out-dated they may have been, despite the fact that she was obviously somewhat sexually experienced before she entered into the sexual relationship with her father.
The strength of Brenda's incestuous desire was expressed by the aggressiveness shown by her during the first "accidental" sexual interlude with her father. Her assumption of the dominant "female on top" position for the actual sex act was probably prompted by this strong and previously unexpressed desire. It was certainly encouraged by the weakness shown by her father.
Here we have seen a classic example of the destruction of the family structure which Freud felt was the foundation of the barrier against incest. Children traditionally look to the father for strength, for the provision of food and comfort, and for protection. And, without knowing it, children look to the father for affection that is very much akin to sexual love. Freud was aware of this last when he wrote:
"Children themselves behave from an early age as though their dependence on the people looking after them were in the nature of sexual love. Anxiety in children is nothing more than an expression of the fact that they are feeling the loss of the person they love."
When Brenda's father succumbed totally to his grief, thus losing the image of the strong father who provides and protects, he opened the way for her to express these hidden feelings of sexual love.
The actions of Brenda's father, following the death of his wife, seem to bear out the following theory from the writings of Freud:
" ... an adult who has become neurotic owing to his libido being unsatisfied behaves in his anxiety like a child; he begins to be frightened when he is alone, that is to say when he is taken away from someone of whose love he had felt secure, and he begins to assuage this fear by the most childish measures, casting about for another object of love ... often a sexual object."
Long-running incestuous relationships such as the one between Brenda and her father are probably a rarity. Due to the closeness of most families within the structure of our society the opportunity for such a relationship is seldom present. The presence of other family members prevents such an arrangement, or, at least, discourages it.
Such an arrangement would quickly be discovered within a total family unit; and it is probably for this reason that most incestuous relationships-be they between daughter and father, brother and sister or between mother and son-are usually one time occurrences, or, at the most, brief affairs. That is to say, they are more likely to be quite like the "accidental" sexual contact which Brenda described, though hers was only a beginning.
These brief sexual involvements between members of the same family occur when both opportunity and arousal rear their heads in unison-as mentioned previously-and, for various reasons, including moral restrictions and the always present chance of discovery, seldom lead to prolonged affairs. Brenda's case was totally different.
With no mother present to represent the chance of discovery, and having severed other social contacts, she was free to develop her own moral code, to continue the affair with her father as a small part of the barrier against incest-a reminder that she was, after all, her father's daughter, not his wife. Brenda's incestuous relationship with her father may well have been a major reason for the sexual promiscuity of Terri, the younger sister.
"Kids have big eyes," as Brenda put it, and the knowledge that her father was regularly having intercourse with his own daughter, Terri's older sister, is certain to have contributed heavily to the destruction of any moral code the young girl may have been taught or developed on her own ... Any taboo against casual intercourse, for instance, would surely seem ridiculous to a child who knows that those who seek to impose it are acting in violation of the strongest taboo of all-the taboo against incest.
"Do as I say, not 'as I do," is seldom a good philosophy by which to rear a child. And so the stage was set for Terri's entry into the world of incest. She was aware that Brenda and her father were regularly engaged in coitus: she was already past the age of first sexual experience, and Brenda had decided to introduce her to the bed of her father.
There are few statistics available regarding the frequency of what is probably best described as "multiple incest." That term is used in reference to a situation where incest, once begun, is repeated within the family. It does seem safe to assume, however, that the barrier against incest, once it has fallen, will never again be erected, and that a father who has passed the barrier with one daughter will find the barrier no longer exists when he is provided the opportunity to repeat the act with another.
In any case, Brenda had reached her decision.
"Christ, you're raunchy tonight,' Daddy said as I knelt beside him on the bed, teasing his cock and balls with my fingers, getting ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck him off. He knew that I had to be really horny before I would blow him without being asked, or at least encouraged, and I was going after his cock like a dog goes after a bone. And his cock-hot and rigid inside the moving circle of my fingers-was a pretty good bone to be going after. As I bent low and fitted my lips around the smooth head of it, I heard him say, in a teasing voice, 'What's gotten into you to make you so eager tonight?'
"That's the problem,' I said, turning my head so that the smooth tip of his prick was resting against my cheek and I was smiling into his face. 'Nothing's gotten into me yet ... And it never will unless you stop talking and let me get down to the business of sucking this dick.'
"Suck away, Dolly,' he said as I stuck out my tongue then, turning my head, slowly licked a circle around the purplish head of his tool. I. heard him exhale loudly, and he shifted his hips on the rumpled sheets.
"Holding his cock in the grasp of my right hand and slowly and steadily and methodically licking the upper inches of it, I pressed the index finger of my left hand deep into the yielding, wrinkled and hair-covered flesh that covered his nuts. I heard him moan. But it was a moan of pleasure, I knew I had long ago learned that he liked a tiny bit of pain with his sex, especially when his cock was being sucked. I liked to give him that pain-especially when I was horny.
"And I was certainly horny tonight!
"My case of the hot pants had started earlier in the evening, when I'd finally, bluntly and openly, suggested to Terri that she could try fucking Daddy herself, if she was really so jealous about the whole thing. Her reactions surprised me, and. left me so hot between the legs I'd been able to think of nothing else for the rest of the day.
"Would you ... would the two of you really let me go to bed with you?' she'd asked almost shyly ... and although that may not have been exactly what she'd meant, the rest of my day had been filled with visions of the three of us in a tangle of naked flesh.
"Rub your nipples against the head of it, the way that almost makes me unload,' Daddy pleaded. His hands slipped between my naked thighs, one stroking me there the other rubbing my cunt, as I raised my mouth from the head of his cock. It glistened wetly.
"I crouched over him with my tits hanging beneath me. I used my hand to guide his cock so that it brushed my stiffened nipples, first one, then the other. His fingers slipped inside my cunt, and I felt the same excitement I always feel when I know that the cock being teased by the touch of my nipples will soon be inside my cunt ... stroking me, pumping at me, flooding me with come. I thought of Terri and wondered if the simple touch of her young tits against his cock would bring him this close to coming. Probably. Her tits were becoming quite beautiful.
"How about between the tits, Dolly?' he asked in a coarse whisper. His eyes were closed, and I smiled as I realized that was one way he wouldn't be able to put it to Terri. Not for a while. Not until her tits got a little bigger. I placed a long, loving kiss on the head of his cock, then rolled onto my back.
"As he mounted me and lay his cock in the deep cleft between my tits, the head of it pointing straight at my face, his knees on the bed close to my armpits, I rested my arms across his hard thighs and used my hands to press the soft flesh of my tits inward against his prick. He braced his hands above my head and smiled down at me. His cock moved in the valley of flesh that surrounded it. Slowly at first, and not a very long stroke, then faster. The hair of his balls tickled my skin pleasingly. A long stroke brought the head of his cock close to my mouth.
"Raising my head from the pillow and straining upward, I captured the head of his cock in the soft oval of my lips. He shoved it deeper, withdrew the slightest bit, then thrust it at me Once more. All I was able to reach was the head and perhaps another inch, but it was enough; as he strained to supply me with more of his cock, my hands were working at my tits in a way that caused the valley of flesh around the staff of his cock to open and close; it was tight against his cock on one stroke, on the next he was left free to ram it toward my waiting and eager mouth.
"As he began driving his prick faster and faster between the artificial cunt formed by the combination of my tits and mouth, I found my legs flexing in a mirror-like reflection of the motion my hands were performing on my breasts. They scissored open, closed, and opened again, each movement added to the heat of my cunt. I released one tit.
"Reaching somehow around his body I flattened my spread fingers on the hard little mound above my cunt and, as Daddy moaned and drove his prick in and out of my mouth with strokes that were increasingly faster and more urgent, I applied exquisite pressure to my pussy. My ass lifted and moved in tiny circles.
"My fingers parted the lips of my cunt, found the hard little clitoris, and went to work on it. My pelvis settled into the motions of fucking, and my back arched upward from the bed as I brought myself to a tremendous climax. Daddy must have sensed my excitement ...
"He pushed himself forward almost violently, his body shifting so much that I could feel his hairy balls dangling down between my tits, his inner thighs touching the outside curves of them. The suddenness of it caused his cock to slip from my mouth, and the first spurt of his come erupted against the side of my face, warm against my cheek, sticky droplets of it spraying into my hair, my eyebrow, onto my forehead ...
"He reached down quickly and inserted his prick into my open mouth, spraying great, hot globules of come across my face as he did so. As I sucked hard on his limbering prick, feeling my cheeks hollow from the suction, I could feel the warm overflow of come that trickled out of my mouth, across my lower lip, and onto my chin where it joined his previous ejaculation. He stayed above me until I had sucked his cock back to softness.
"Later that night, after he had fucked away the horniness that had plagued me all day, I began dropping the hints about Terri. When I told him I was sure she was being screwed by somebody, a look of astonishment crossed his handsome face.
"She's just a kid,' he said. I smiled, lewdly, I suppose, then said, 'Have you looked at her lately? That kid is one hot little number.'
"His expression told me that he had, indeed, been looking at her; and a few days later, days that were filled with increasingly broad hints about Terri, hints that brought no objection from him, I knew he was ready.
"We went to him on a Friday night.
"Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently on the slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course through her slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double bed, wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were once again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. She wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay.
"She wanted to stay ... and be fucked, just as we had planned.
"Daddy looked surprised, but both of us-me and him-knew that he was pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but he had made no objection.
"And now she was here.
"He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us.
"She knows about us. She's known for a long time,' I said as I crossed the room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister.
"She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her tits. She wore no bra-as her titties were only now approaching the stage when she would need one-and the little nipples were seen as darker circles at the dome of each breast.
"At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of darkness-perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around her cunt, perhaps it was not-and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until I motioned for her to join us on the bed.
"My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my cunt.
"Baby, you don't have to do this,' I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my lip pressed against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there.
"I want to do it, Daddy,' she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice breaking. She seemed ready to cry. 'I love you. I love you just like Brenda does ... and I ... ' Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms.
"I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper, then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and locked her lips to his.
"Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs.
"Her gown had worked its way up above her rump-or maybe he had tugged it there-and now his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her delightful little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan of her legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched his fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink flesh of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the caresses of his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view.
"A moan escaped his lips as her small hand shot between their bodies, finding his prick, and then he rolled her over. Her panties were stretched tight between her thighs. Her pussy was a pink slit framed by a pale golden fuzz. Her eyes were very big in her childish face. Violently he jerked her panties off, then threw them on the floor.
"As he moved to a kneeling position between the legs she had spread wide in readiness-his big cock now standing erect through the opening of his shorts-I felt my breath catch in my throat. My knees shook when Terri reached up to grasp his prick. She whispered something I couldn't hear through the buzzing that filled my brain, and then she began to tug at his shorts. He was out of them in an instant.
"As he flung himself on top of her, his mouth locking on hers, one hand squeezing at her tit while the other slipped beneath the cheeks of her ass, she once again grasped his prick and struggled to guide it home. I began to undress.
"I felt a searing flame rush upward from my cunt as he gave a powerful thrust downward, plunging his cock deep into her eager little pussy, and the soft moan that escaped her lips was not a childish cry-it was the sound of a woman being fucked. She was no cherry, not by along shot, and her purring alone was proof enough of how much she loved a good fucking.
"By the time I had stripped myself bare, Daddy had settled into a steady stroke that carried his cock deep into her upraised cunt, then he withdrew it until only the head remained between the changing lips. Her heels were dug into the bed, her body arched into a bow, and I could clearly see the union of their bodies. Ready to come, just from the excitement of watching, I joined them on the bed. I knelt beside them, purposely letting my tits hang down so that the nipples brushed against the moving back of my father, and I began to stroke him with one hand. Across his hard and hairy ass. Lightly, down into the crack of his ass. Between his legs. Feeling the firmness of his balls, holding them and feeling them move as he fucked. Without moving from between Terri's legs, he raised himself and threw his arm around me, pulling me to him. We kissed.
"Terri's leg, raised and bent at the knee, was between us, and it felt silken and soft as it moved against my belly and my cunt. I could hear her breathing heavily as she writhed against the cock that was piercing her, and I found myself reaching down to stroke her tit.
"The perfect little tit felt delightfully rigid through the thin nylon, and the hardened nipple seemed to burn my stroking palm. I had meant to hold off-to let Terri have a good fucking before I got my own-but that was forgotten now. I needed some. And I went after it.
"Terri was going to have to share that cock.
"Let her sit on your cock, Daddy,' I said, pulling away from the two of them. He smiled, knowing what I was going to suggest, and slipped his cock free. I stroked his hard shaft, wet with the juices of their fucking, released it as he rolled onto his back, and said, 'If I have to wait for my cock, I'll need some tongue to keep me going.' And I quickly moved to straddle his face.
"Even as my knees were sinking into the mattress and I was lowering my ass and cunt down over his face, I felt him reach up eagerly to grasp my thighs, pulling me down. I closed my eyes as I felt the first licking of his warm, wet tongue, a licking that began at the front of my cunt and ended when it had reached far back into the crack of my ass. When I opened my eyes-an eternity later it seemed-Terri was facing me, kneeling, one leg on each side of his body, getting ready to lower herself onto the rigid prick she grasped in her trembling fingers. The gown had been cast aside. She was totally naked.
"As she let herself slowly down onto that beautiful cock, I could actually see the pink little lips of her pussy spread wide to accept it. Her face looked dazed. Her eyes were glassy, her-lips slack. As Daddy's tongue licked deep into my cunt, I found myself reaching out to stroke the base of his cock, the hard flatness of his belly. His tongue licked faster.
"I could feel it moving hungrily back and forth between the lips of my pussy, stretching out to stroke at my clitoris, probing deep into my vagina. My hips pumped back and forth as if I were fucking, and he kept his head high between my thighs, licking and sucking whatever he could reach. A red haze seemed to fill the air between me and Terri.
"She was moving herself in tight little circles above his pumping hips, and I could see her little cunt opening and closing like a flower as his cock slid in and out of her. I leaned forward, far forward, bracing one hand on each side of Daddy, and very gently placed my lips on Terri's delectable tit. It tasted sweet, clean. She put one hand on each side of my face, holding me there, and the bed groaned loudly as she began frantically pumping her hips above the cock that was in her.
"I sucked her rigid little nipple between my lips; nipped it once with my teeth, and then lifted a hand to her shoulder and pushed her backward. I knew she was ready to come; I knew Daddy was ready to come, and I wanted in on the action.
"It was exactly like doing the sixty-nine, except that the cock I leaned forward to lick was partially covered by an almost hairless little pussy that weaved and bobbed before my eyes. With Terri leaning far back and bracing herself on her hands, I was able to touch my lips and tongue to the base of his prick, the. crisp hair of his pubis, and my new position let him do a better job on my cunt. Better and better. Faster and deeper. Faster. Licking the right spots ... Faster! ... I began to come.
"The wet heat inside my cunt built like a volcano. Suddenly, it erupted. I pressed my quivering cunt down tight against his face, moving it, and I trembled as he greedily sucked the juice that flowed from inside me. And then the two of them followed suit.
"I can't ... I can't ... I can't!' Terri cried incoherently, thrusting her cunt down to meet the powerful throb of his hips, leaving no room for me. They strained against one another, groin to groin, trembling as they came. Terri slumped backward. As If in slow motion, I watched his prick slide free from the quivering lips of her pussy, saw his prick release one last silvery spurt of semen, and watched her collapse onto her back, their legs tangled together, his hairy balls were almost touching her little cunt.
"His prick was wet and shining with the juices of their fuck, and a few pearls of come had beaded in the black curls of hair above his cock. I licked them up, tasting the familiar saltiness of his come, and I put my hand around his cock. It was fast going soft.
"I can't go again, Brenda,' he said from between my thighs, and I felt his hands drop away from my body, felt his hair brush against my naked legs as he lowered his face from my cunt. 'I couldn't fuck again if my life depended on it. Not now.' But I had already thought of a surprise for him.
"The surprise lay spread before my eyes-pink and coral and tempting, surrounded by a shimmering halo of pale golden fuzz, with here and there a sparkling diamond of his come. Terri's cunt.
"Without really thinking about it I had decided to eat her cunt.
"You've got two daughters for lovers now, remember?' I reminded him in a voice that was more teasing than serious. Then, because I knew that he would be more easily aroused if he could watch what I was about to do, I shifted my body over so that I lay with my cunt near his face-my tits against his side, my face very close to his prick and his nuts-and very close to the open pussy of my little sister. We were ready.
"As I took his sticky, limber prick in one hand and his balls in the other, leaning down so close that I knew he would be able to feel the touch of my breath, I kept my eyes on the delicious little box that lay between Terri's thighs. Though she was beginning to come out of the stupor that always claims a woman after she has been flicked, her slim legs were still draped over his, her gash in front of my face.
"I lifted his cock and fitted the sticky flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweet-salty-tasteless come that coated his prick, and I heard Terri's breath rattle in her throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt his shaft begin to swell slightly inside my mouth, and then I released him ... and went after my little sister.
"Daddy slipped away from us as I used my hands to lift Terri's ass from the bed, and I knew then that he had clearly understood what I wanted to do and I knew what he would do.
"Her fine little pelvis seemed to twitch as I lifted her butt and draped her thighs over my shoulders and for a moment I was afraid she would try to pull' away. Then I kissed the center of her pussy and her reaction told me that was the last thing on her mind. Her fingers clawed painfully-but pleasingly, oh, so pleasingly!-into the back of my neck, trying to draw my face into her sopping little pussy, and her thighs trembled against my shoulders. I resisted her.
"Hold your pussy open, Terri, so. I can see It, I said and it was all I could do to whisper the words. I shifted myself into a kneeling position, using my shoulders to raise her ass so high that she was resting fully on her own. I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two fingers and pulled apart the tempting lips of her tight little cunt. It was gorgeous. As she spread it wide before my eyes, revealing the inner flesh that was slightly darker than the pink lips-slightly puckered from fucking-a trickle of come was released from inside her. I went after it like a cat goes after cream. I felt Daddy coming after me.
"In the same instant that I clasped my mouth tight over her dripping little pussy, sucking hard as I sought the delicious come she had drained from his cock, I felt his hand reach beneath me to grasp my tit. I felt a hand swipe upward between my legs, stroking my pussy; and I felt my flesh being spread wide by the head of a cock. In other words ... I felt wonderful.
"I was near the edge of the bed, with my ass raised high in the air, and that allowed him to fuck me while standing. Let me tell you, there is no better way. Add that to the cloudy white come Terri was serving from the priceless cup of her pussy and you will see that I was getting the best of everything ... from two people I loved. Cunt and cock. The best of them both.
"In front of me, squirming in reaction to the darting of my tongue, the delicate sucking of my mouth, was a pussy that any woman would envy and any man would desire. It seemed to flex around my stroking tongue; it seemed to struggle to draw me deeper into its tasty flesh. And behind me, behind me ... behind me!!
"His heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of my cunt, spreading me wider than he had ever done, reaching deeper than any prick I had ever known, exciting my throbbing clit beyond imagination. I could feel the hair at the base of his cock teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass with each inward thrust he made, and I could feel the lips of my cunt being drawn outward each time he withdrew. For the second time that evening, I was getting ready to come. Terri beat me to it.
"Her thighs tightened spasmodically around my neck, she almost smothered me as she used both hands to hold me tight against her cunt, and her clit went prick-hard between my lips. Her cunt was slack and wet.
"Hot come exploded deep inside my gash, spurting from the cock of my father, at exactly the same second I felt myself reach a coming that was one for the books. For just a moment he held me like that, letting me writhe on the end of his dick, and then we collapsed across the bed. Daddy fell between us, and it was. a long time before I could find the energy to raise my head and look at my sister. She looked exhausted, satiated. I winked at her.
"I had made a wise decision. Daddy would need someone when I was gone. Terri would be that someone. She would love him, as I had done. She would care for him, as I had done. She would fuck him, as I had done. A wise decision. One I was sure I would never regret."
A wise decision? One she would never regret? In view of the existing moral code in our society, that conclusion on the part of Brenda seems highly premature. For, even if the incestuous relationship between the father and his younger daughter should avoid discovery-as was the status of the affair at the time this case-study was made-Brenda is certain to be forever affected by the knowledge that she has not only violated the strictest of our moral taboos but that she must also bear the responsibility for whatever tragedy may befall Terri as the result of this situation.
Though Brenda deliberately avoids any expression of feelings of guilt, it may well be that the introduction of her younger sister into the incestuous affair was simply a method of easing the pangs of guilt that must surely have been present. An act-any act-becomes more acceptable to the human mind when it is known that others are so engaged. The burden of guilt becomes lighter when it is shared.
In these previous pages we have seen a case where the daughter was clearly the aggressor in the incest and one where the parties involved have thus far escaped the consequences of their actions. Many do not escape these consequences so easily, however, and many females do not yield so easily to the hidden, but natural, incestuous desires.
CHAPTER THREE: A Present From Daddy
"Mom says I'm a damned fool. My case-worker, Miss Taylor, says the same thing, only she says it in words that I only half understand, words that're supposed to show how damned educated she is, I guess.
"Whenever Mom comes to visit me here at Juvenile Center, it's the same old line of shit. First, she puts on her bawling act, complete with the bit where she slobbers all over my neck and pats my shoulders raw, and then she says, 'Why don't you tell the truth?' You might as well tell the truth. You think I don't know that man?'
"Miss Taylor is worse. The titless old bitch always sniffs through that horse nose of hers and comes on with something like, 'Your total lack of co-operation shall be difficult to justify to my superiors, Melody. Why not mitigate your situation by divulging the truth?'
"Fuck her! Fuck them both! How can they know the truth about what happened when I don't even know the truth myself? How?
"That's what I've been trying to do-get the truth together in my own mind; the real truth, not the truth everybody seems to want to hear. I've been thinking on it for weeks, trying to find an answer to that question: Who is to blame?
"It would be easy enough to blame it all on the old man. A dead cinch, as a matter of fact. That's all they want to hear. All I'd have to do would be start bawling, then come up with some shit like, 'He told me we were going to wrestle, then, next thing I knew, he had ... he had his thing in me!' and they'd all pat me and say, 'Poor, poor child!' Fuck them! It wasn't that way at all.
"Maybe the old man was to blame the first time it happened. I guess there's no way you can excuse rape, especially the rape of your own daughter. But it's a fact that if I'd known then what I know now, the whole thing would never have happened. How many broads have said that, I wonder.
"I was twelve years old, cherry, and dumb as they happen. I mean, I knew from nothing. I knew I got that funny little ache in my pussy sometimes, and I knew it got worse when I rubbed it, and I knew it finally went away if I rubbed it enough, and that was the extent of my knowledge about sex. A real brain.
"I knew that boys were beginning to give me a new kind of look since my boobs had started to grow into hard little knobs that ached almost all the time, but I can honestly say I didn't connect those looks-{}r even the few sneak feels I can recall with anything like fucking. I was pretty dense in those days.
"It never entered my empty little head that the new curves that were forming on my body-a new roundness on the under-curves of my butt, a slight flare to my hips, slightly more padding on my thighs-had much to do with the new way the old man was treating me, either. I knew he'd changed somehow; that was all.
"He'd always made a big thing out of wrestling around with me, tickling me and all that, and all that had suddenly stopped. Instead, I'd sometimes turn around to find him watching me in the same kind of way the boys at school did, looking at my ass and long legs in that way that'd cause that warm feeling inside me. Mom had noticed those looks too, I realize now, because more than once I saw her glaring at him. I heard them yelling their heads off at one another about it another night, and I remember wondering why my own father wasn't supposed to look at me. That fight ended like all the rest. She stomped out of the house, headed for her sister's place, where she always went when she was pissed, and the old man proceeded to get drunk. Which was what he always did when he was pissed at her.
"It was on a night like that that my old man copped my cherry.
"He'd come home early from the docks where he worked as a stevedore, and, out of the clear blue sky, he'd handed me a present. I squealed with delight when J opened the box and found a green knit minidress, the sharpest I'd ever seen. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Go put it on, baby. That's what it's for,' he said, untangling my arms from around his neck. I rushed into the bedroom. It was perfect for me-except it was a little small. The green went well with my long red hair, though, and it almost matched the color of my eyes, so it made no difference that it ended so high up on my thighs. I was just going to have to be careful about bending over.
"How do I look?' I asked, going back into the kitchen and posing with my arms above my head. He smiled sort of funny as, he said, 'You look good enough to eat. Yep-good enough to eat.'
"It's the prettiest dress I've ever seen,' I squealed, then rushed excitedly across the tiny kitchen and threw myself into his lap, kissing him. I felt I had the best father in the whole world. He was raising a can of beer to his lips as I jumped on his lap, and some of it spilt on the front of his blue shirt. 'Hey, careful,' he said, laughing. 'I can't afford new clothes for myself.'
"As he looked down at the dark stain spreading wetly across the front of his shirt, I noticed that strange look spread across his face-the same look I had seen the times I'd turned to catch him looking at my butt. It was a hungry look.
"Following the downward gaze of his eyes, I 'saw that the short skirt was tugged up so high that part of my white panties were showing. He had slipped his arm around my shoulder, and I was suddenly aware that his fingers were touching the bottom of my tittie. His touch caused a dull throbbing in my nipples. And under my round little rump, in his lap, I felt something new. His peter was getting hard, Even though I'd never actually seen a hard on, I'd heard enough talk among the girls at school to know that was what he was getting.
"And that was when Mom walked into the room.
"For a moment she just stood in the doorway looking like she was going to have some kind of attack, then she stomped across the room and slapped me-hard! 'You get to your room, you little slut!' she yelled, then turned and started screaming at the old man. Crying, I did as I was told.
"She went on yelling at him for what seemed like hours. Through the door of my bedroom I could hear her accusing him of feeling me up, of trying to make a whore of his own daughter, and lots of other things I didn't really understand. I found myself wondering why a good-looking guy like my father had married a bitch like her. She wasn't even pretty.
"You ain't foolin' me one bit! I know what you're up to,' she yelled at long last, then stomped, her way out of the house, slamming doors behind her, off to her sister's. I came out of my room.
"The old man put the booze away faster that night than I'd ever seen him drink it before. He was soused inside of two hours. I sat in the kitchen with him, drinking coke and trying to joke him out of the bad mood he was in, and it was in the kitchen that it started.
"I was putting an empty bottle in the cabinet beneath the sink, bending far forward at the waist, when. I felt-I could really feel them-his eyes watching me from behind. As I looked around and saw him staring at me, I remembered what I'd told myself about being careful about bending over. Of course, I told myself, it didn't really matter that my bending had caused the short dress to lift so high in the back that my butt was waving like a flag. Not with my own father, it didn't. What the hell, how was I supposed to know that my old man was having the hots for me?
"Then I saw the look on his face and was reminded of the way his peter had gone hard as I sat on his lap, the way his fingers had touched my tittie, and the warm feeling it'd caused in my pussy, and I knew It did matter. I felt myself blushing hotly.
"What're you thinkin' of?' he asked thickly 'Thinkin' of how your mother accused me of playing with your knockers?'
"Were you?' I don't know why I asked that.
"So what if I was?' he said loudly. He was giving me the strangest look I'd ever seen. 'Ain't a man gotta right to touch his own daughter? Well ain't he?'
"I guess so.'
"Well, then, come here,' he commanded, and his dark eyes seem to be daring me to defy him. As I walked across the narrow space that separated us, I could fell his eyes on my boobs, on the roll of my still girlish belly. I stopped in front of him. He put his big hands in the small of my back. 'Ain't nothin' wrong with a man wantin' to touch his pretty little girl, is there? I felt his hands move down onto my rump. He squeezed me.
"No ... I guess not,' I said nervously. There was something wrong with the way his hands were sliding down the backs of my legs. There was something wrong with the way he licked his lips and stared at my titties instead of looking me in the eyes. He pulled me down on his lap, one arm circling my waist.
"Even if I did want to touch you on the titties, Melody, what'd be wrong with that,' he asked, and through the woven material of the dress I felt his big hand move slowly upward until it rested on the firm little knob of my tittie. His other hand stroked my thigh. Beneath me I once again felt the hardness of his peter, and I was suddenly aware that what was happening was wrong ... totally wrong.
"Of course, we can't ever let nobody know about what happens between us. 'Specially not the old lady. Not nobody.' His hand was cruelly tight on my tittie; the fingers of his other hand were rubbing the bottom of my belly, closer and closer to my pussy. 'Just our little secret,' he said.
"I squirmed on his lap. My eyes were closed. His voice droned on telling me of the fun we'd have together from now on, and his hands moved over my titties, my tummy, and finally, beneath my dress. As I felt his fingers press against the front of my panties rubbing the nylon against the hard little lips of my pussy, I suddenly began struggling to get off his lap. He held me there easily.
"The feel of his fingers against my pussy both excited and frightened me. It excited me in a way that seemed to cause my pussy to tingle as if it were filled with pins and needles. I felt my panties getting damp; felt his lips against the smooth flesh of my throat. I was warm all over. But there was also fear inside me.
"What if Mom walked in and caught us? What was going to happen next? Was this all there was to screwing-just playing with each other? Or ... ? It was the unknown that frightened me more than anything, I think. But I wanted that good feeling in my pussy to go on forever.
"I'll rub and kiss my little girl's pussy whenever she wants it rubbed or kissed,' he said thickly into the hollow of my throat, and his hands bunched my dress around my waist. The crotch of my panties was pushed aside by his thick fingers, and he was stroking the sparse red fuzz around my pussy, and I was shaking ... from fear and from something I couldn't understand. I wanted him to stop. But it felt so good. So ... right.
"I guess I made it easy for him to slip my panties off.
"Put your hand on my cock, Melody,' he said, and as he moved my butt slightly away from the center of his lap and sought to guide my hand to the stiff peter there, I realized for the first time that he had unzipped his pants.
"In fascination I stared down at the prick to which he had guided my hand. It looked huge. My fingers looked very white and very tiny against its slightly brownish skin, and the head of it was a strange purplish color. It was warm in my hand. Almost like a child with a new toy, I found myself exploring the workings of this recently discovered treasure. The smooth outer skin of it slipped easily up and down over the hard central core as my fingers sought out its secrets; the feel of it within my hand was strangely pleasant. My father suddenly grabbed the back of my head, turned my face toward his, and crushed my lips in a brutal kiss.
"The feeling was even better now. His tongue was in my mouth. I sucked it. His finger had slipped inside the narrow pink slit of my pussy. I opened my thighs wide for him. His finger moved faster. I could taste the booze on his breath, but it was somehow made pleasant by what he was doing between my legs. He was fingering my pussy the same way I fingered it whenever the warm feeling got to be too much. I knew that before long the warm feeling would turn into a sizzle, then go away and be replaced by that wonderful feeling I got whenever I fingered myself. And my fingers moved on his peter. I recall thinking that I'd do that to him until he did whatever it is that men do, and that it would be over. That's how much I knew.
"We'll go in the bedroom to fuck,' he said suddenly. He lifted me easily off his lap and stood up, weaving slightly. 'Bet you ain't never had a prick that size rammed up you, huh, Melody?' he said thickly, grinning down at the big peter I still clasped in my hand.
"It was then that I really knew fear.
"It may sound unbelievable-but until that moment I'd had no idea that he meant to put it in me, or even that that was how fucking was done. I felt my knees shaking. I stepped away from him, releasing his peter. It was impossible. That big thing would split me wide open. My pussy was just a little slit that felt good when touched-I had no idea how deep-and a stab of that big peter would surely kill me.
"In terror I ran toward my bedroom. He caught me at the door.
"Why, you cock-teasing little bitch!'-he shouted as his fingers dug into my shoulder. He was behind me and his arm circled my neck, holding me against him. 'Think you're gonna play that game on me, huh?' He forced me into the semi-dark bedroom. 'Think you can play cock-teasing games on your old man, huh? Like hell, you can!' He threw me across the bed.
"I didn't know,' I said stupidly. It was the first thing that popped into my mind. He laughed crazily as he flung himself on top of me.
"Didn't know, my ass!' He was crushing me. 'Think I ain't seen you wiggling your ass for anybody who wants to watch? Think I don't know you're puttin' that pussy on any boy with the balls to ask?' He put one hand on my cunt, his other hand seized both my wrists and pinned them to the bed, above my head.
"Ain't none of them can give you a cock like this one, though,' he panted. He was between my legs and I struggled desperately as I felt his tremendous peter brush against my thigh. He held me with little trouble. I felt hard flesh touch my pussy. I tried to squirm away.
"There was a brief sensation of pleasure as I felt the outer lips of my pussy being parted by the smoothly rounded knob that I knew was the tip of his peter and then ... the most excruciating pain I have ever known! I felt myself being torn apart, just as I'd feared. Searing fire raced through the inside of my pussy. Blood pounded at my temples. Lights flashed before my eyes. I tried to scream, but he had his mouth pressed to mine, kissing me. The smell of his breath was making me sick to my stomach. He moved inside me.
"The rod of his peter was reaching deeper and deeper into my pussy with each movement of his hips, burning me as if it were a white-hot poker, and I could feel a warm and sticky fluid seeping out of my slit, onto my thighs, over my butt. Blood. He didn't notice.
"I could feel the walls-of my pussy rubbing smoothly against the slippery stem of his peter as his driving rod pried them wider and wider, and the pain turned into a dull ache that pulsated in time to the drive of his hips. He released my wrists.
"Nothin' takes the fight outta you like a good piece of cock, does it?' He grabbed my legs and raised them high. Once again he kissed me. His peter moved faster inside me. His breath came faster.
"The pain inside me was being replaced by something else. Not pleasure, exactly, but by a feeling of warmness. A feeling of doing something that is natural and easy. I suddenly realized that my hips had lifted and were making crazy little figure eights. On their own. Daddy's breath came in great gasps. He bucked and heaved above me. Then, with a great shove that completely buried his peter in me, he gave a loud cry and fell on top of me. I felt the steady pumping of a warm liquid inside my pussy. It seemed to ease the ache.
"Mom never knew about that night. I at least had sense enough to wash the blood from the sheets before she saw them, and though she may have sensed something was wrong by the funny way the old man acted during the next few days, I'm sure it never occurred to her that he'd actually fucked me. She probably knew he wanted to. That was all.
"The old man, when he sobered up, was all sorrow and remorse. 'I was drunk, kid, and it'll never happen again,' he said. And, 'Just don't tell the old lady, huh, kid? It won't happen no more-I promise!'
"Of course, I didn't tell, and for weeks, whenever Mom wasn't around, all I heard was that whining promise.
"He broke that promise less than two years later.
"I was in my bedroom, dressed in nothing but my bra and panties, and I knew he was sneaking looks at me through the open door. That gave me a strange sort of kick. I guess that it came from knowing that every bounce of my tits and each wiggle of my ass would make him remember the night he'd fucked me. It was a kookie sort of way of getting back at him. Making him pay the price.
"My tits had filled out tremendously since that night. They were round and full. The tops of them swelled creamily upward over the top of the black lace bra that was too skimpy to contain them. The light red fuzz around my cunt had turned into a thick bush that padded the front of my panties, and a few stray tendrils creeped from beneath the elastic at my thighs. I remember wondering, as I stood there in front of the mirror knowing he was watching, if the old man wasn't mentally kicking himself in the butt for not waiting. Probably, I decided. I was a hot piece and knew it. Enough boys had told me so.
"Either get some goddam clothes on or close the door,' he said suddenly, startling me. He was standing in the doorway.
"I thought you liked to look,' I said, taunting him as I'd found I could get away with doing since that night. As I turned toward him, I saw his eyes involuntarily drop to the darkly shadowed vee of my cunt. I picked up a brush and ran it through my hair. 'You sure do enough looking,' I said. 'Or maybe you were going to rape me again?'
"It was stupid talk. All of it. But I'd found I had a hold over him because of the way he'd raped me, a hold that let me get away with almost anything, and I used it. I guess it was my way of getting back at him for the pain he'd caused me that night. This was the wrong night to try it.
"I told you to get some goddam clothes on!' he shouted angrily and I should have noticed that his voice was somehow different tonight. I didn't. Like a fool, I posed with my hips cocked, my eyes lowered sexily, my breasts lifting as I slowly stroked my hair, and said, 'Why, Daddy dear, you talk like you'd like me to walk through that door and tell your wife about how you taught me the facts of life. Do you?'
"She's gone,' he said simply. That, along with the husky catch in his voice should have warned me. It didn't. 'I can always tell her when she gets back,' I said, then, swinging my hips saucily as I turned and walked to the closet, I added, 'What are you thinking-that you might as well do it twice? That they can only hang you once? Please don't. You weren't very good at all. I get lots better ... '
"That did it. As he came toward me, I realized that he had been holding himself back. And that he was through going it. He hooked his fingers in the top of my bra. His face was a deep red.
"All right, damn you, take them all off!" He jerked powerfully at my bra. I felt a biting pain as the straps dug into my back. My tits sprang free.
"I had been jerked forward against him by the tug that broke my bra strap, and as he pulled at the bra until it fell away completely, I saw that his eyes were like those of a wild man. His fingers bit into my shoulder, hurting me. With his other hand he tore at my panties. I tried to break free.
"Take every goddam stitch off!' he shouted. I heard and felt my panties being ripped, ripped again. His fingers touched the furry mound above my cunt. I was naked against him.
"I swear to God. I'll tell,' I said, feeling almost triumphant, knowing that would stop him. It infuriated him instead.
"Tell and be damned,' he said; then, even before I fully realized what those words meant, he slapped me. Hard. My head snapped backward. He slapped me again, then flung me backward onto the bed. 'I'll give you something to tell about.' He began to undress.
"You're not drunk. You don't have an excuse this time,' I said, searching for a way to stop him as I huddled naked on the bed. I was crying. Not from fear but from something closer to anger. He finished undressing without a word or a look in my direction, then said 'Who needs an excuse to fuck? You ask your boyfriends for an excuse? What's your excuse? And then he came after me.
"I resisted as his strong hands grabbed my lower legs and began prying my legs apart, then I gave up. He was just too strong. The tip of his hard cock brushed my inner thigh as he moved between my legs. I closed my eyes. His hand settled over my cunt. He rubbed it. His other hand opened and closed over one of my tits. He was breathing loudly, almost panting. I could feel his ribs against one of my thighs, his cock against my other leg, down lower.
"I felt my nipples being hardened by the contact of our naked bodies, the touch of his hands. My pussy began to dampen. I hated myself for reacting. He rolled between my legs, both hands going to my tits, his hard belly pressing down on the mound of my cunt. I kept my eyes closed and my lips pressed together as he kissed me on the mouth. His hands massaged my breasts.
"Open your eyes,' he said finally. 'Open your eyes and look at me. Don't try to act like you don't like it. You know you do. You liked it that first time I fucked you. Tell me you like it.'
"I looked up into his face. It looked weak and pleading. I suddenly realized how I could hurt him. I couldn't stop him from raping me, I knew, but I could destroy his pride. I could show my contempt.
"I like it,' I said. His eyes brightened. He kissed me. I felt his prick shift closer to my pussy. His lips moved wetly over my ears, my throat, down to my right tit. 'I knew you did,' he mumbled, then drew my nipple between his lips. I put my hand beneath my breast, cupping it for him.
"Does my little baby need some tit before he's able to fuck?' I asked, but he didn't seem to hear. His mouth moved from nipple to nipple, mumbling, 'Beautiful tits, you've got beautiful knockers.'
"I raised my cunt against him. 'And good pussy, or so I'm told.' I stroked the back of his head. 'Aren't you glad I'm a good fuck? I owe it all to you, you know.'
"I raised my legs high and wrapped them around his naked body.
"Is this the way you like it?' I asked. Any moment now, I knew, he would become aware of the contempt in my voice. I was wrong. He was too hot.
"Oh, sweet Jesus ... yes!' he groaned suddenly, lifting his head from my tit and parting the rubbery lips of my cunt with the first inches of his meat. It slipped in easily with my legs raised the way they were, and I sucked in a deep breath as I realized that his entry had caused a tremendously exquisite sensation inside my cunt. I had forgotten how big he was. I struggled to put the contempt back in my voice. 'You're sure you wouldn't rather have it dog fashion?' I asked, trying to ignore the feel of the cock that slipped back and forth in the soft flesh of my Clint. I reached up and put one hand on each side of his face. 'Or maybe you'd like me to go down on you? Suck you off? Lots of boys like that. Or would you like to eat a little of my pussy? Ronnie Gower always does. Makes me hot. He says it makes me fuck better, too.'
"Don't talk like that,' he said suddenly, throwing himself down heavily atop me. My tits were flattened beneath his chest, his lips were close to my ear. He breathed warm against my throat. His hips churned faster, his prick moving ... moving ... moving! I fought to keep my mind off that.
"Why not? If you're going to come to me for your pussy, I might as well know how you like it. Don't you think so?' And I once again began to rattle about the most obscene things I could think of, most of them things I'd only heard about, things I hoped would shame him so bad he'd regret this night for as long as he lived. He put his hand over my mouth. 'Quit talking like a goddamned whore, quit it.'
"Pulling his hand away, I French-kissed him. 'But I am a whore.'
"And then, just like a whore, I began to wiggle beneath him. My fingertips fluttered down across his back. My hands found the hard cheeks of his ass, spreading them and using the grip on them as leverage with which to draw his cock deeper inside me. I bent one leg around his back. My back arched itself like a bow. My pelvis swung upward sliding my pussy fully into his hardened cock, fell away, swung upward again. See when a good whore you've made of me? I whispered.
"I say, then, that I had hurt him. A sort of crazy expression passed over his face. I think he wanted to pull away. But my arms were around his body. So were my legs. And he was inside me.
"Do you like it like this?' I lifted my cunt until my groin was pressed against his, held it there, then began a slow retreat down the length of his cock. I repeated the action. 'Or is it better when I move it in little circles ... like this? How does Mom do it? is her pussy as good as mine?'
"Then, suddenly, he pressed his face down into the hollow of my neck. The tears against my throat told me I had won, had shamed him; but I knew at the same time that I'd lost. He was almost motionless .Inside me ... and it was I who was doing the fucking.
"My hips continued to move in the rolling motions I'd used as I derided him. Every fiber of my being was suddenly alive and sharing in the exquisite torture my cunt was undergoing. My clitoris throbbed. I felt that I could see it being drawn across the flesh of his peter. My tits ached with pleasure. My skin was teased by the hair of his body. My fingers clawed at the cheeks of his ass. My teeth bit hard into my lower hp. I was only dimly aware that he was once more pumping his hips.
"And only briefly did it flash through my mind that I was no longer being raped-I was now being fucked!
"Closing out every thought of right or wrong, thinking only of the new and wonderfully pleasing feeling that was growing, growing, growing in the deep places of my cunt, I twisted my head and let my lips find his. Our tongues touched. We thrashed together. Our groins were locked together, straining.
"And I had a sensation like you get when an elevator plummets downward beneath your feet ... only it was a good feeling. And my cunt was suddenly drenched. And the good feeling went on. I strained my hips upward. My nails clawed at him, they kept clawing until he cried out, flooded my cunt with the warm, spasmodic spurts of his come, and fell limply into my arms. I had come for the first time in my life.
"Those were the first two times he fucked me.
"The next time I didn't have to be raped.
"I didn't have to be raped at all.
In this case we have seen an artificial factor appear; that is the total destruction of the restraints against incest through the use of alcohol.
While alcohol is by no means a stimulator of sexual desire (it is, in fact, to a limited extent, a depressant), it does serve to lower the inhibitions of the drinker, to interfere with his judgment, and to allow the release of his frustrations.
Those are its greatest dangers.
With the moral senses which exclude incest dulled by alcohol, and with his sexual awareness of his young daughter obviously honed to a keen edge at the moment of greatest opportunity, Melody's father was confronted by a situation which practically pleaded that he satisfy the incestuous desire he harbored.
The accusations of his somewhat shrewish wife very likely increased his awareness of Melody's young sexuality, added to his frustrations, and speeded him onward toward the moment when these frustrations and desires would explode in incestuous rape.
Lucy Freeman, in The Cry For Love, describes the inhibition-releasing effects of alcohol this way:
"Take a frustrated man. Give him too much to drink.
No man can predict his actions. He may careen wildly down a highway. He may become belligerent. But he will rid himself of those frustrations. Sexually, he may express-or attempt to express his most carefully hidden desires."
Very few figures are available regarding the frequency of incestuous rape, probably because they are mingled with the statistics on other statutory offenses. It seems safe to assume, however, that Melody's case would approach the classical in its elements: An unhappy, argumentative atmosphere in the home; alcohol; the first incident occurs while the girl is extremely young; it involves daughter and father, rather than brother and sister. These conclusions are easily reached. Frustrations are present due to the tense marital relationship. Alcohol is used as a valve to release these frustrations. Moral restrictions are dimmed. The stage is set.
Several factors lead one to the conclusion that most such rapes occur between daughter and father when she is extremely young.
Incest between brother and sister is much more likely to be a thing of mutual consent, an experiment, thus removing the need for rape. The brother-sister relationship seems more conducive to mild exploration than to forcible rape. Then, too, there is always the knowledge that the victim may "tell."
With a daughter and her father the situation is entirely different. Who is she to tell? The mother? The father is the strong, dominant figure in the life of most girls. He provides. He is often the one who punishes. She is accustomed to doing as he tells her. These images are especially true during the early years of life, and it is for that reason that a great majority of cases of incestuous rape involve younger children. In the mind of the father she seems less likely to reject his advances. She can most likely be frightened into silence. She is not aware, as an older child might be, that her father can be sent to prison for such acts.
While the mind of a rapist, any rapist, incestuous or not, is a devious thing and too intricate in its workings to be explored at this time, the incidents described in Melody's narrative can lead only to the conclusion that she and she alone was the only female capable of arousing him to such an extent that he would commit rape.
His first approaches to her were almost childish in their shyness. They were the clumsy "accidental" touches of the sexually inexperienced, growing bolder only when he became intoxicated. It is likely that he had no intention-consciously, at least-of going beyond the caressing, the fondling and the kisses to which he first limited himself-until the moment when his long-smoldering sexual desires were released by Melody's reactions ... He was intent on seduction, or sexual play within the limits of her acceptance, rather than forcible rape. Thus when Melody allowed him to exceed his expectations, and her actions made it obvious to him that she was sexually aroused, his drunkenness combined with his own state of arousal literally propelled him onward.
Though Melody herself possessed absolutely no sexual knowledge at the time of the first rape, It would be naive to believe that she was totally unaware of the effects of her submission to the sexual caresses of her father. Nowadays, few children of her age are that unaware of their sexuality. True, sexual taboos-such as the taboo against incest-are seldom taught as a unit. They are imposed piece by piece, so to speak.
For instance, rarely does a mother say to her daughter, "It is wrong for you to have intercourse with your own father." Instead, the girl is told, from an early age, "Don't come into the bedroom while your father is dressing." And, "Close the door while you change." These same rules are seldom applied where the mother or brothers are concerned, and the young girl is thus separated sexually from the males of the family. Other means of sexual separation are also used, of course.
So, even if one accepts as truth Melody's professed ignorance of the mechanics of sexual intercourse, it must be assumed that, by other means, she knew she was in violation of certain restrictions when she allowed, returned, and perhaps encouraged these first sexual caresses.
Most important of all ... she knew her father would be punished if she told. But she did not tell.
Despite her youth and her lack of sexual knowledge, Melody knew her father had done something terribly wrong. She knew it was wrong even before the rape itself occurred. A threat might well have stopped him, had it been made before her father lost complete control. The fact that she waited so long shows-despite her fears-incestuous desire on her own part.
Her awareness of the power of such threats is shown by the manner in which she later used them to gain a certain amount of power over her father; the power to taunt him, to torture him by flaunting her body before him, etc.
The second rape was the child of the first. By the manner in which she held the first act over the head of her father-through the occasional threats, the exposure of her partially nude body, etc.-Melody invited it. Each reference to the first rape must surely have awakened new desire in her father. In fact, Melody may have meant to do just that. It may have been her way of punishing him for the loss of her virginity-a possession of great, though dubious, value in our society. Then, too, her subconscious mind may have longed for a repetition of the assault. Later events support this last possibility.
The fact that Melody, whose parents had never explained to her the barest essentials of the sexual functions, was so strongly aware of the wrongness of incest tends to support Freud's theory that the taboo against incest is so deeply ingrained in the human race that it is an "historical inheritance," e.g., the taboo is biologically inherited. Wayland Young, author of Eros Denied, a study of sexual taboos and their origins, also subscribes to this theory.
"This taboo against incest is probably determined by evolution itself," Young says, "and Freud is probably correct in his theory and in his belief that the taboo is of a genetic nature."
Young adds that the taboo against incest, unlike most others he considers, " ... is appropriate to mankind as a whole."
Appropriate or not, the barrier between Melody and her father had fallen, never again to be erected ... at least not by themselves.
Like many cases of daughter-father incest, this one eventually came to the attention of the authorities. In the conclusion of this study, Melody tells of the events which took place before that discovery, of a change in the relationship, and of an agonizing decision she was forced to make.
"I was sixteen the next time we fucked ... Sweet sixteen. Two years older and God only knows how much wiser-or so I thought. And horny! I was full of the fever that night ... and most of it was between my legs.
"I'd been to a drive-in movie that night. My' guy and I'd gone double with another couple. That meant that we'd had to limit ourselves to necking in the back seat, sneaking feels of each other when we got the chance. Torture! By the time they dropped me at the front door my knees were weak and my legs were trembling. Daddy just grunted when I came into the house. Mom was gone.
"Just like the other two times,' I thought to myself as I began to undress in my room. Then, I wondered why that thought had popped into my mind' later, I knew why.'
"As I stripped to my under things-skimpy black bra and matching panties, dark hose and satiny garter belt-the touch of my own fingers made me hotter and hotter. Damn' those double dates. Through the silky material of my panties I rubbed at my pussy. I stood with my feet planted wide on the floor, my knees bent, rubbing my pussy. It did no good. It only made me hotter. And it was degrading.
"Just like the, other two times!' The thought popped into my mind again. I felt cold sweat in the cleft between my tits as I thought of the old man. I saw him sitting before the TV., I saw him coming into my room. Getting between my legs. Suddenly, I was back to that night, two years in the past. I was under him. I was coming.
"It was a long time before I got up the nerve to do it. I sold the idea to myself by remembering how he d used me when he needed a little. I needed some now. It was my turn.
"I slipped off my panties, trembling with excitement as the plan formed in my mind. The hose and garter belt accented the bright bush around my pussy, the white of my skin. I left one small lamp burning then got into bed and covered myself with a sheet. I was ready.
"Dad, would you come here,' I called loudly, and I couldn't help smiling as I added, 'There's something that needs taken care of.' I smoothed the sheet down over the contours of my body, especially down into the valley at the juncture of my widespread legs.
"He was at the door, a newspaper in his hand 'What is it?'.
"Slowly I peeled away the sheet. With my fingers spread, I slowly ran my hands up the insides of my thighs. 'This,' I said huskily, 'is what needs to be taken care of:'
"The newspaper made a rustling noise as it dropped from his fingers. His face went slack as he stared at my naked pussy. He seemed frozen, unable to move. His hesitation was almost funny; he hadn't hesitated before. My fingers stroked the naked white flesh above the shiny dark strips at the tops of my hose.
"What's the matter-'don't you think you can take care of it?' My brazenness was as exciting as the touch of my fingers, the lust I could now see on his face, replacing the surprise that'd been there. I liked knowing that I could be so ... so whorish.
"I can take care of it.' His eyes never left my pussy as he walked toward the bed. He sat down beside me. He looked into my face as he put his hand between my legs. My hips jerked once, convulsively, as his fingers touched my cunt. 'You know I can take care of it.'
"For two years we had been pretending, I suddenly realized, and now the pretending was over. I squeezed his hand between my thighs and threw my arms around his neck. I felt his finger slip into my pussy as we kissed. I lowered one hand into his lap and found his cock. It was hard. I squeezed it.
"That squeeze brought him down on top of me. His tongue tasted good as it came into my mouth. I sucked it, and his fingers did crazy things to my cunt. My own fingers clawed wildly at the buttons of his blue work shirt, then at the zipper of his pants. Soon his shirt was open and his cock was in my hand. I tried to guide it home ...
"Let me get naked, baby, he said, pulling away; then while I watched through a red haze of passion, he did just that. I took off my bra. The air felt cool against my tits.
"His prick was bigger than I'd remembered. As he stepped out of his shorts, I raised myself into a sitting position on the bed and teasingly ran one hand up his hairy leg, slowly beneath the dark-colored, thickly-haired sack of his balls and out onto the length of his prick. Beneath the skin I could see the blue veins, like rivers on a map. Still holding his cock, I leaned my cheek against his thigh. I levered his cock slowly toward my face. I kissed the dark head of it, softly. I heard him chuckle.
"Developed yourself a taste for cock, huh?' he said, turning so that his peter swiped across my face and I was suddenly facing his hairy groin. He stroked my hair. 'Well, I've got a taste for cunt. Man gets a smell of cunt, baby, or a taste of it, and he never loses the hunger.' And I knew he was going to go down on me.
"As he sank to the bed and kissed me, his arms going around me and holding me so that I lay half on my side, my tits flattened against his hard and hairy chest, I felt relief. He had misunderstood me. I had no desire to suck him off. That kiss on the head of his cock had been more ... well, instinct. At that moment, for the first time in years, I'd felt affection toward him. His words had killed it.
"But all that passed away as he eased me down against the pillow and began kissing his way down my body. He was on his belly, his legs over the side of the bed, his cock beneath him. He rested himself on his elbows and his hands held my tits while his lips sucked hard at one of my nipples. I forced my hand under him and found his cock. He shifted so I could hold it.
"I squirmed as his kisses moved lower on my body.
"His tongue licked slowly down through the cleft between my tits, onto the soft mound of my belly, and it darted into the dip of my navel. As I lay watching his progress toward my pussy, his cock gripped in my hand, I was dimly aware that my other hand had replaced his lips on the sweetly aching nipple of my left tit and was trying to give it the same pleasure he'd given it. I looked at my tit. The nipple I rolled between my thumb and forefinger glistened wetly. It was red and elongated, more than twice its normal size; so was my right nipple. As his tongue licked the top of the line of hair that tapers into a thin red fuzz as it flows outward from the coppery red bush of hair that grows so thickly around my pussy, I used my thumb and forefinger to pinch my swollen nipple. I winced as a shiver ran down my spine. The sharp little pain was delicious. I did it again-harder!
"His hands were stroking my nylons, my naked thighs. One arm was hooked around my leg. That hand slid slowly down onto my cunt. It stopped there. He rubbed me gently. I felt my cunt getting wet. I moved it against his hand. My fingers were moving on his cock, slowly jacking him off. His hand left my cunt. His lips took its place, kissing me. In the hair just above the slit. I lifted myself, trying to bring the lips of my pussy in contact with his mouth. He rolled away, first reaching down to take my hand off the hot hardness of his cock.
"I eat it better from the front,' he said.
"And he was telling the truth.
"He knelt between my wide-flung legs. The palms of his big hands felt rough as he bent low and slipped them beneath the smooth globes of my ass. His breath teased my pussy as he raised my ass slightly off the bed. It felt hot on the lips of my cunt. I raised my legs and draped them across his naked shoulders. My fingers clutched the sheets. His tongue snaked between the lips of my pussy.
"My heels came down against his back as I felt his tongue spreading my slit, moving in and out, licking the lips of it, probing upward until I felt he must be reaching my belly. Then his head began bobbing slowly up and down as he moved his extended tongue the full length of my cunt. I helped him with slow movements of my pelvis. My heels beat a steady tattoo against his back, urging him on. His hands, cupping my moving ass, gripped tighter. My heart was pounding in my ears. I felt ready to faint. His mouth made a strange sucking noise between my thighs, a wet sound.
"I could actually feel the tiny piece of flesh that was my clitoris growing larger as his greedy sucking drew it out from beneath its hood. He caught it between his lips. I felt his lips pull on it softly, release it and tug at it once more. I put my hands on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. The sucking noises from his mouth grew louder as I swung my hips smoothly into the motions of fucking. I moved faster and faster. I strained to hold his face tight against my cunt. I began to come.
"It was like nothing I'd ever known. It was a violent sort of coming that caused every muscle in my body to knot and tremble violently as I locked my thighs tight around his head. And each time his rough tongue slithered across the sensitive flesh of my clit, I came again.
"Nothing like it for warming up a cunt,' I heard him say through the buzzing that filled my ears. As he moved up over my body, I raised my arms and legs to receive him. He was right. The countless orgasms that had shaken the inside of my cunt had only increased my desire for a feel of the cock he held poised near the gates of my cunt.
"My pussy, my come, was a strange taste on his mouth as we kissed. Ignoring it, I sucked at his tongue and put my weight on my shoulders and heels, lifting my body beneath his. His hand went under me, into the small of my back. I felt the first welcome stab of his cock.
"The lips of my pussy, warmly wet with a mixture of his saliva and my come, settled easily around the head of his prick. I clawed at his back. His cock moved deeper. I was filled with it. I knew I could take no more. I was wrong.
"His muscular arms suddenly squeezed me so hard that the breath rushed from my body. A powerful thrust of his hips drove his cock inward with such suddenness and such strength that I felt his hairy balls swing inward to touch the tender skin of my ass. I heard myself begging for more-and found myself getting it.
"We fucked with a passion that drained us completely and left us sweating and exhausted on the bed. It surprised us both, I think, and it was a long, long time before either of us spoke. I was in that half-sleep that follows fucking, one arm resting across my eyes, my other hand on his softened cock, when I heard him ask, 'Was I good for you, baby? Did I do you up right?'
"Mmm-huh,' I answered sleepily.
"Good enough for a repeat? Good enough to de serve a steady shot?'
"I thought that over, really thought about it, then whispered, 'Yes.'.
"We agreed to give it another go on the following Friday.
"That Friday night set the pattern for all the nights that were to follow. He prodded Mom into an argument. She slammed her way out of the house. He waited until he was sure she wouldn't be back, then came to my room ... where I was waiting. We locked the door.
"Damn, but you're a gorgeous little piece of ass!' he said when he'd locked the door that first Friday night. I laughed at the hungry look in his eyes, then raised my arms high and turned in a slow circle. I was wearing my shortest gown, a bright aquamarine one that you can see right through, and there was nothing beneath it. My lifted arms caused the bottom of it to lift above the white twin swellings of my buttocks and my turning motion caused my heavy tits to sway. I laughed again as his arms went around me from behind, then asked, 'Little, did you say?' I ground my butt slowly against the hard on that I could feel through his pants. He kissed me on the neck.
"You're little where it counts-between your legs. little and tight.' His hands were under my thin veil of a gown, moving upward to cover my tits, and I let my head hang limply backward. He kissed me once on the mouth, then said, 'I ain't been able to think of anything since the other night ... Only how I was going to put it to you.'
"And all I've thought about is how I was going to get it.' I put my hand behind my back, found his cock and squeezed it, then asked in a voice deeper than normal, 'Well ... how am I going to get it?'
"His one hand slipped away from my tit, down to my bare leg, then moved up between the cheeks of my ass and touched my cunt from the rear, and then he asked, 'Does that maybe give you an idea?'
"It gives me sort of ... backward ideas,' I said, then laughed as I turned to kiss him again. I helped him undress. My gown stayed on because he wanted it that way. He said he liked the feel of it.
"And it did feel good against my naked skin. Static electricity caused it to cling to the dips and hollows of my body as he guided me onto the bed. It rasped deliciously against the smooth spheres of my breasts, making my nipples come alive, and I could feel the ruffled hem lightly touching me in a line across my buttocks. The hem slipped into the small of my back as I knelt on the bed, leaning down on my elbows.
"The old man had his hands on my waist. I could feel one of his thighs touching the back of my leg. The mattress sank as he moved between my legs. I spread them wider. His hands moved from my waist down to the naked skin of my upraised buttocks. I could feel the sweat in his palms. As his fingers tightened on the big spheres of flesh-little-he had called me-plying them, kneading them, I lowered my face until it was almost touching the sheet my long red hair fell around my face. I clenched my fist so tight I felt my nails digging into my palms as I felt his stiff cock brush against my leg. I knew he was watching his hands work me over, deliberately being slow, and I wanted to scream at him to get on with it. I shifted myself backward, meaning to press myself against his cock. He moved at the same time.
"He had moved back. His hands went to my upper legs. They held me. I felt his face against my ass. No-his lips! I closed my eyes as he planted wet, soft kisses on the bottom curve of one buttock, then the other. He bit me gently once or twice, then touched his tongue to the spot he'd bitten. His mouth moved closer to the center, licking, kissing as it moved. I put my head back down between my forearms. My titties swung beneath me, nylon teasing my nipples. I felt his tongue press itself into the smooth crack, very near my asshole. I purred like a kitten.
"He's going to eat it again-from behind!' I thought excitedly. I tried to spread myself so it would be easier for his tongue to lick away the fire that was running wild between the lips of my slit. But I wasn't so lucky. Not this time. I felt his tongue move slowly-so damnably slow-upward. And his hands left my legs. I felt them go beneath me on the outside of my gown. They formed two warm cups beneath my tits. My ass was tickled deliciously by the hard hairiness of his belly. One hand left my tit. My breath rattled loudly in my throat as, an instant later, I felt the head of his cock slip inside me. Just the head. Guiding it with his hand, I suppose, he moved it from side to side, up and down, in small circles that were tortures from heaven. Each move of that cock brought a moan from my lips.'
"Do it ... Do it all the way m! Bang me with It. Bang me!' I pleaded through clenched teeth. I tried to push myself back fully onto the warm meat that I knew lay beyond that knobbish head, to swallow it with the wet mouth of my cunt. Easing away so he could continue the voluptuous torture, he said, 'Is that how you like it? You like to get banged?' I whimpered a weak, pleading, 'Yes.'
"And then he banged me.
"His cock plunged into me with a force that pushed me forward on my knees. I felt the head of it pound against something deep inside me. I felt the soft lips of my pussy sink inward as they attempted to cling to the hard flesh that slipped between them. He was in so deep that the crisp hair above his prick was touching the sensitive skin of my ass. He reached beneath me and once again grasped both my titties. His hands felt good through the nylon ... even better than when I was naked. I tried to follow as his cock inched out of me.
"But then it was slamming into me again ... and again. His hands tightened around my tits as he used his grip on them to 'provide the leverage he needed for those long strokes of his cock. He was leaning over my back, his face resting just above and between my shoulder blades, and his breath was hot and damp through my gown. As he pumped faster, I felt his balls touch my leg. I reached for them.
"They were hard as the cock I felt inside me. I gave them a gentle pressure that caused him to moan in passion. Faster and faster he drove himself in and out of my cunt. I was close to coming, my whole body tingling in anticipation, and I rocked back and forth on my knees, trying to hurry myself to that moment when the muscles, the nerves, the whole of my cunt would ignite in fiery orgasm. His weight was suddenly heavy upon me. I gave his nuts one last squeeze, then sprawled full-length on the bed, my legs flying wide.
"You've got the cunt of a goddam princess,' he panted. His hands were trapped beneath me, still on my tits. 'The best cunt this side of a wet dream.' The cheeks of my ass were flattened beneath his weight. He was between my long legs, fucking with short, choppy strokes because of our new position. 'Tight as a rubber. Tight ... like a cunt should be.' The words poured into my ears with each stroke of his cock.
"I closed my legs so I could feel more of him. As if the closing had caused my cunt to tighten around his prick, he gave a deep grunt of pleasure, then pounded himself into me even faster than before. The bed shook violently beneath us. He bit the back of my neck.
"I came with a blinding intensity, scissored my legs against the sheets, then came again. My head rolled from side to side, I saw only a brilliant red that penetrated my closed eyes.
"I was dimly aware of him straining hard against my butt, holding his cock at its deepest for what seemed an eternity, and then there was the good feeling of wet warmth being hosed inside my cunt. The first stream filled me with the thick fluid. The next spurt caused me to overflow. A final stroke of his prick and I could feel a trickle of it flowing stickily from my cunt, beneath me. A few warm droplets spattered on the cheeks of my ass as he slipped it out and rolled away. He took me in his arms.
"You always did dig it dog-fashion, didn't you?' He asked me a long time later. I was almost asleep in his arms. I mumbled something senseless and he repeated the question. I smiled, kissed him and shook my head. 'Never had it that way before. 'What made you think so?'
"He had one arm beneath me, his hands on my ass, and he pulled me closer against him. 'Don't you remember that night? The second time? The things you said?'
"I touched my finger to his lips, then threw my leg across his body and snuggled closer to him.
'Shhh! Of course I remember it. But I don't want to talk about it. That was a long time ago.' My pussy was touching his leg ... just barely.
"You talked about doing a lot of things that night. Blowing me, stuff like that. I ain't been able to get 'em out of my mind ... All this time.' He moved his leg high between my thighs, pressing it hard against my cunt. It felt good. I saw by the look on his face that he was getting horny again. His cock was half hard when I felt of it-and getting harder.
"We'll do them all,' I promised, thinking to myself, 'With the exception of that-I'm no cocksucker!'
"It was the truth when I thought it. When he left my room that night, it wasn't. After you've fucked your own father, things like that don't seem so bad. None of them. He had to talk me into it that first time. And I don't suppose it was as hard as it should have been. I tried to stall him off by telling him there'd be other nights, and he just reminded me how hard they'd be to arrange. And all the while his cock was hard in my hand, and I kept remembering the way I'd so innocently kissed it a few nights before. That hadn't been so bad, had it? I asked myself at one point. And, after all, hadn't he gone down on my pussy? What was the difference? Really? What was the difference?
"All right, I'll suck you off,' I said finally, then added, as though it made a difference, 'but I don't want you to come in my mouth.'
"I guess I went about giving him that first blowjob just as professionally as any whore who ever lived. I know my actions gave me the same exciting, whorish feeling I'd had that night I called him into my room. It went off like I'd done it a million times.
"His cock was sticky with dried come and, just like a pro, I went to get a cloth to wash it off. He was sitting with his legs over the side of the bed when I came back. I locked the door, then asked, 'Any more special requests?' I let my hips roll as I walked to the bed.
"Do it any way you like,' he said, stroking my leg as I sank down beside him. He seemed puzzled by my casualness. But I wasn't casual inside. Inside, I was feeling that whorish excitement. It didn't show, however, as I carefully washed the white remnants of come from his erected prick with the wet cloth. I laughed when the cold cloth caused him to shiver. Just like a pro, joking with a trick.
"The rest of it was whorish, too. I stood and, looking down into his face with my eyes lidded and my lips slightly parted, very slowly and deliberately slipped my gown off over my head. I dropped it at my feet. It made a nice cushion for my knees when I knelt beside the bed, between his legs, and took his cock in one hand. With my other hand I reached out to touch his nuts. He put both hands behind my head. I felt him pulling me toward his cock. I let myself go easily.
"Holding his prick upright with my hand and resting my elbow on his leg, I touched my lips to the dark-colored head. I kissed it again, at the edge of the foreskin. His hands urged me to do more. With my lips only slightly parted, I put my mouth over the tip of his prick; it had no more taste than any other part of the body. I parted my lips.
"As he felt me take the tip of his prick into my mouth, he pulled harder on the back of my head, trying to force it deeper; I lowered my head until all the rounded knob was inside my mouth. That was as much as I could take; my mouth was opened so wide I could feel a dull ache at the hinges of my jaw, but that was all I could take. He was too big.
"I drew on his cock until I felt my cheeks hollow with the suction, and he began squirming on the bed. My fingers moved up and down his cock, slipping the outer skin back and forth over the hard core, and my tongue swirled crazily over the spongy knob in my mouth ...
"He came suddenly to his feet, his hands still behind my head, and my tits were against his legs. That felt good. I cupped his balls with one hand, lightly, just tickling them, and my fingers literally flew up and down his rod. His legs began to shake, he bucked at me, and a moment later I was wiping from my chin, lips and mouth the part of his come I hadn't swallowed. 'Dad,' I said, 'you're a good one for breaking promises.'
"But I wasn't mad about it. Not at all.
"We did it all during the months that followed.
Every way, every time we got a chance. And somewhere during that time, Mom got suspicious. I guess she could see a change in us. She almost caught us a couple of times, and after a while I was certain she knew. Still, she couldn't prove a thing. That didn't stop her from making accusations, though ... especially when I came up pregnant ...
"Even when I tried to make her think it could be the baby of anyone of a number of boys, she still screamed and called the old man a son of a bitch, and when she got the cops out to the house and give them her story and a line of shit about how she couldn't handle me and wanted both of us out of her house, they brought me hereto Juvenile Center.
"They can't do anything to the old man, of course, unless I break down and tell like they want me to. Mom keeps hounding me to say he made me do shit. They'd leave me alone if I said that, I guess. But is it the truth? I can't find the answer.
"Then there's the baby. I feel it more every day ...
Eventually, of course, the truth was known. Melody's father was punished under the laws of his state. A case that clearly illustrates the two most dangerous aspects of daughter-father incest: pregnancy and the possibility of arrest. Though Wayland Young concluded that the genetic dangers of incestuous pregnancy have been greatly exaggerated-and even if there were no. dangers-a child born in such a manner faces certain social problems. If the child is kept my his mother, those around it may always consider It something of a freak. Adoption laws in some states, on the other hand, require that prospective parents be told If the child is one born of incest.
Due to the widespread belief that such children are certain to inherit undesirable characteristics-a belief that is the subject of continuing debate and study among researchers-prospective parents are far less likely to adopt a child thus conceived, beautiful and intelligent as the child might be. Many states however, have recently done away with such archaic laws.
Most people who violate the taboo against incest, however, are aware of these dangers and wise enough to take precautions. Unlike Melody, who was so naive about sex, many of these couples are extremely sophisticated about sexual matters ... and they satisfy their appetites by the most sophisticated means.
CHAPTER FOUR: ... I'll Do What She Won't
"Faye, the cold old bitch, was stoned out of her mind before ten o'clock. Twice in a row she sloshed gin down the front of her hundred-dollar lounging pajamas. Both times. Dad refilled her glass and laughed along with the titless old bitch about her clumsiness. I waited until he led her off to her room, where she could sleep off her daily fifth, then I went to my room and got ready ...
"When my stepmother sacked out, I was a standard teen-age chick-black hair that was long and straight, slightly hip. Tight white denims that weren't quite tight enough so's she could bitch about me showing off my ass, a loose blue sweater that just hinted at the tits beneath it. Five or ten minutes later, when Dad came into my room, I was a woman who could match any of those cunts who posed for the dirty pictures in those magazines he constantly bought. As a matter of fact, I'd picked up a trick or three from those magazines.
"The outfit I kept hidden in my closet was black as midnight-black thigh-high boots with stiletto heels that left a strip of white thigh showing between them and the silk panties that were slit down the front and back, and. a heavy black belt with brass studs. Nothing else. Rouge circled the sharp nipples of my small high tits, making them look larger than they really were. My black cunt-hair puffed through the open front of my panties. The belt fitted snugly into the dip of my tiny waist, held there by a heavy brass buckle. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. The white bottoms, of the cheeks of my ass showed beneath the panties. The heels of the boots were so high that my rather boyish ass seemed fuller when I wore them. Another slit ran down the center of the back of the panties. That made them convenient ... any way you wanted it.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,' I'd said, laughing as I looked at the reflection of my ass, my long legs, 'who's the hottest fuck of all?' and seen Dad coming into my room as I said it.
"You are, Wanda-you're the hottest fuck of all,' he said, then put his arms around me from behind. I watched the reflection of his hands reach up to cover the reflected peaks of my knockers. He tweaked the nipples. I pressed my butt against him. He had a fine hard on.
"Only with you, Press,' I said truthfully. Now that the old bitch had conked out we could drop that 'Dad' bullshit. We were lovers. 'You know that, don't you? You're the guy makes me hottest. You know I'd never done ... those things ... until I did them with you, don't you?'
"I know,' he said, his hands crawling away from my tits, over the heavy belt, onto my panties. We were talking about giving head, giving ass, real ass, things like that. He turned me around.
"Will you do it tonight, Wanda?' he asked, his hands now exploring my ass through the flimsy panties. He spread the rear slit wide, his fingers went between my buttocks. I put my arms around his neck, letting my hard nipples move against the front of his pajamas, and I said, 'If you want a show, you'll get a show. I promise, I'll, do what she won't.'
"We both knew what he meant when he said it.
"That was how I got him away from her in the first place.
"I took the vibrator from its hiding place beneath the panties in the bottom drawer of my dresser while he quickly stripped himself naked. He sat on the bed, watching intently. His hands were folded across the brownish hair above his cock. His young looking face was flushed with eagerness; the same eagerness sparkled in his eyes. I decided I'd really please him tonight, give him, as Ed Sullivan would say, 'a really good show.' I stood with my butt touching the top edge of the dresser, the mirror behind me. My feet were far apart.
"The vibrator was made of pink plastic that felt cool in my hands. It was shaped like a prick, only bigger than any prick on the face of the earth, and it was very smooth. I twisted the base of it, watching his face as I did so, and a low buzzing filled the room. The plastic cock came alive in my hands. I kissed it; he always got a kick out of that, said I treated it just like his.
"Then slowly, the way I knew made him the hottest, leased the tingling vibrator down the smooth column of my throat, holding it in one hand and sideways so the full length of it teased my skin. I let it move teasingly down the upper slope of one tit, feeling the vibrations begin to excite me as it approached my nipple, and with my other hand, not even thinking about it, really. I reached down to spread the front opening of my panties. My nipple sprang out to meet the vibrator.
"The contact was like sticking your finger against a live electric wire, except the shock began at the sharp tip of my tit and ran through my body until it reached my booted toes. And it was a good shock. I moved the steadily pulsing vibrator in a slow circle around my nipple, letting it thump delectably against the rouged little tip, and when I could stand it no more I eased the smooth plastic down to the soft underside of my tit. My breast jiggled from the vibrations. I closed my eyes and dug my teeth into my lower lip as I repeated the entire ceremony on the smooth white flesh of my other tit. The tingling was almost unbearably pleasant. I could feel a similar tingling in my clit ...
"Letting the hand that held the humming vibrator move down so that the throbbing false-cock was roving across my belly, moving closer to the hand that held my panties parted so he could see the black bush and pink frontal lips of-my cunt, I opened my eyes long enough to see that Press's hands no longer lay across his upper groin. He was sprawled back on the bed, one hand on his cock, moving slowly, and the other hand rubbing hard at his balls. I pressed the buzzing rod against the hard little hill beneath my panties, the one at the top of my cunt.
"Put it in ... Let me see you fuck yourself, he pleaded from across the room, and his thickly-muscled chest heaved as his hand moved faster on his prick. His lips were curled back over his teeth. I was hoping he'd stop before he came. That was for me.
"I gritted my teeth and flung my head back as I touched the vibrator to the inside of my thighs, just above the boots. My cunt was crying for me to hurry, to drive it home, but the slow torture would, I knew from experience make the final scene even more satisfying ... for both of us. I took the vibrator in both hands.
"Holding it low between my legs, with my hands on its base, and the smooth, cock-like tip pointing straight up toward my waiting pussy, I slowly bent my knees. My hands moved the buzzing device upward; the room was filled with its droning. I eased it through the slitted panties.
"The lips of my pussy turned to jelly at that first touch of the vibe! They always do! It nearly slipped from my trembling fingers. My thighs tried to close; my will and the hot yearning in my cunt was all that kept them open. Once again I touched the vibe to the outer lips of my slit. I heard myself moan softly. My legs trembled as I slowly eased the round top of the vibe between the lips of my pussy. They closed around it.
"Tiny needles pierced the pink flesh that was touched by the vibe; my lips-my cunt-lips seemed to shudder around the shaft they gripped. I gave myself more of the thrilling rod, shoving it deep with a quick lifting of my hands, and my entire cunt was filled with its sensually buzzing length. My clitoris was tight against it, and I could feel-the fleshy little pip being flicked back and forth as if a million little elves were pounding it with hammers, each of them determined to make me come just for him. I began to fuck myself with steady strokes of the vibrator. My cunt poured juices down its length.
"This is your prick I'm taking!' I heard myself repeating over and over, in time to the thrusts of the artificial cock. 'Your prick ... I'm taking ... your prick.' And in my mind it was. And when I felt myself coming for the first time, I buried the long plastic shaft in my cunt and held it there until my knees threatened to collapse beneath me and I could feel my come wet against my fingers.
"Then I staggered blindly across the room to go down on his cock.
"Or anything else he wanted.
"The still-humming vibrator fell from my numbed fingers and onto the bed as he put his hands on my hips and held me standing in front of him. He leaned forward and pressed his face into the front of my panties, his tongue snaking through the opening and licking hungrily at the top edge of my pussy. To steady myself, I put my hands on his shoulders. He sucked hard on my pussy for a moment, drawing my come into his mouth with a hungry slurping, licked my thighs with his rough tongue, and then returned once more to my cunt. He stayed there until I clawed wildly at his back and came again. Then he helped me onto the bed. I was so weak I needed help.
"You like that better and better every time you do it, don't you?' he said, rolling me on my back and putting one hand between my legs, on the damp bush of my cunt. He rubbed it. 'The fuck-shows, I mean.'
"I looked up into his face and put my hand on his cock. 'I like this even better.' I squeezed it to emphasize my words. He always got a kick out of dirty talk. 'I pretend that's what's inside me when I'm screwing myself with the vibe. That's why I like it.'
"You like it enough to take it in the mouth?' He always asked that. Even though I'd given him head so many times we'd lost count, he still asked it. The words were like the show with the vibe; they made it all better for him.
"Enough to suck it until you yell uncle,' I said truthfully. 'Or to take it up the ass. Or enough so's I'll take it any place you want to put it ... any place l'
"You really do, you honestly do like it that much, don't you?' he said, looking down into my face and shaking his head in pleased disbelief. 'You'd go for anything I ask, I think.'
"Try me and see,' I said.
"He did.
"Elation flashed across his handsome face as I assured him, for what must have been the millionth time, that he had only to ask and I'd give him anything he wanted, then he kissed me hard on the mouth, tonguing me, and rolled away. His hand went behind my head, urging me to bend over and go down on his prick. I needed no urging.
"As I knelt beside him and bent low to lick at the head of his prick, he reached under my body arid fingered my tits. I felt my rouged nipples being pinched. They puckered and increased in size as he rolled each of them between a thumb and forefinger. He tugged downward on my hanging tits, drawing them into inverted, sharply-pointed peaks that brimmed with pleasure. I tried to transfer that pleasure into his cock. It was something to be shared.
"His prick was wet around the head from the licking of my tongue, but my taste buds told me he hadn't come while I was screwing myself with the vibe. I knew the taste of his come too well to make any mistakes about that. Now, as I squeezed his prick in the trap of my fingers, one silver droplet of come appeared in the tiny eye at the center of the head of his love-stick. One drop. That was all. I licked it away.
"Then I formed my lips into a soft oval, lowered my head, my hair cascading down around my face and touching him, and I began using all I knew about the sucking of a cock. I like to think I do it right.
"As I covered the head of his cock with my opened lips, holding it poised just inside my mouth and twirling my tongue slowly around its 'Circumference, I felt his hands tighten on my tits. I let his cock slip deeper into my mouth. The head of it pressed against my palate. I went lower. Lower still. He was at my throat. I eased my head upward ... slowly ... slowly. My lips clung gently to the outer skin of his cock, as though reluctant to release it, and finally they once again held only the spongy head. Quickly, I dropped my head and refilled my mouth with the length of it, then repeated the slow, sucking withdrawal. I felt his hand on the back of my head.
"While I explored the wrinkled skin around his nuts with the tips of my fingers, teasing him and making him hotter, I let my head settle into a bobbing motion that carried the soft circle of my clinging lips almost to the base of his prick, then upward in repetitions of the slow sucking I'd given him on the first cycle. His hand just rested on the back of my head, letting me set the speed. I increased it.
"As my head bobbed faster and faster over his cock, I took less of it into my mouth with each downward gulping of my mouth. I made up in quality what I was lacking in quantity. My fingers traced crazy designs across his balls, onto the root of his prick. I held his cock so that only the head was between my lips, then sucked on it like a kid going after her first soda. I flicked my tongue down the bluish vein that pulsed along the underside of it, then quickly recaptured the head in my mouth, sucking ... sucking ... sucking.
"His hands guided me around so that I was kneeling with my butt near his shoulders. He reached through the slitted panties and touched my pussy, my ass. The gentle fingers lingered in the crease of my butt.
"As I felt him struggle to reach my butt with both hands, I was dimly aware of what he was going to do. I didn't care. If it gave him an extra kick that was okay by me. Then, as he settled both hands on the twin swells of my upraised ass, I felt the purring of the plastic cylinder he held in his hand. The vibe! I began to masturbate him into my mouth.
"Throughout the minutes since I'd fallen onto the bed, the vibrator had been droning steadily in my ears, unnoticed as I went about the pleasant chore of sucking him off. Now, as I steadily manipulated the rod of his prick with my lips and my tongue and my fingers, I felt it singing its song against the filmy panties that so beautifully framed the cheeks of my ass. I felt those cheeks being spread by his hands. The vibe tingled in the dip between them. I paused with my lips poised above the head of his cock as I waited excitedly for what I knew was coming. His finger touched the puckered circle of my asshole. It slipped in. The vibe, held in his other hand, moved closer.
"The muscles in my buttocks tightened spasmodically as his finger moved in and out of the tight little tunnel of my asshole, going deeper with each thrust, and then he pulled it out. I bit my lip as the head of the vibe tingled between my buttocks, against the same .little circle his finger had vacated. The tingling became a throbbing as he pressed it harder against the entry to my rear. The throbbing turned to dull pain-and then the pain was gone. Vanished. The vibrator was inside my ass. I could feel my every nerve reacting to the fluctuating pressure inside my rear. The pain had changed to pleasure. I returned to the sucking of his cock.
"As I circled the head of his cock with my lips and began once more to masturbate him with my fingers, I felt the humming vibrator dig deeper and deeper into my asshole. The tight little tunnel was yielding to it slowly but surely, and the sensations that shook my rear were quickly transmitted forward to my cunt. He eased the vibe out, then shoved it in ... deeper! The cheeks of my ass quivered around it. He moved it in slow fucking strokes, strokes that I matched with my lips and fingers. The vibe moved faster in my rear. So did my lips.
"It may have been an inch deep, it may have been six; I don't know. But I could feel it with every pore of my body. I could feel his breath against my naked upper legs, harsh and unsteady. And suddenly he forced the big vibe so deep inside my asshole that I felt a searing pain so unexpected that I threw my head back and gasped ... just as sparkling come squirted upward from the eye of his prick.
"He held the vibe deep inside my wiggling butt, pleading urgently for me to get back on his cock and suck him dry, and I bit into my lower lip until I felt a trickle of blood. I licked it away. There was come there, too, from the first gush that had splashed against my face.
"As the strangely sweet pain faded from inside me, I took his cock back into my mouth and pulled gently on it until the last spurt of come had died away; and as I did so, I felt him slowly ease the vibrator out of my rear. My rear still tingled, even after it was gone.
"Then I snuggled up girlishly beside him, knowing I'd get mine later, when he could get it up again. I always did.
"As I cuddled there in his arms, my fingers stroking his naked chest, I looked down at the vibrator that lay beside his leg. It was silent now, but I could still feel its pulsing inside my rear.
"Such a big thing. So immense. So much bigger than any cock that ever existed. It was a wonder, I told myself, that any girl's cunt could handle it. Even more of a wonder that a girl-especially a small girl like me-could take it in the ass. That thought made me smile. There's been a time, and not too long ago, when it would've been too much. Far too much. A time, even, when I'd felt sure I couldn't even bear taking his cock up my rear.
"I reached down to touch the silent vibrator as I thought about the night he'd showed me I could.
"We were lying in bed, naked, looking at a book of dirty pictures he'd brought up from his room. It was about a month after we'd made it for the first time, and I was just beginning to learn about the things that really turned him on. Looking at dirty pictures was one of those things. He had a real collection. This was one of the best, all in color, and full of beautiful broads making it with guys who were hung like mules. I had my hand on his cock and could feel it getting harder each time he turned a page. I was turned on, too.
"Ever see a girl take it like that?' he asked, stopping at a two-page sequence of color photos that showed an unbelievably statuesque young blonde being fucked in the ass. I blinked as he held the book up so I could see more easily. I'd never known a girl could be fucked back there. But this girl was.
"The first photo showed her standing and bending forward at the waist, her head resting against a table of some sort. Her hands were behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass and spreading them wide. Her voluptuous tits hung beneath her. Behind her stood a naked man, his cock aimed at the ass she held ready. In the next photo, he stood with his groin pressed against her buttocks.
"He might have been simply fucking her from behind-except that in the following photos they had somehow managed to show the penetration of his cock. The head of it rested against her brown little asshole in one. In the next it was gripped by the rubbery-looking circle. Other photos showed him reaching beneath her to hold her big, delicious-looking tits as he fucked her in the ass. Close-ups of her face showed her lips drawn back from her perfect white teeth, as if she were coming.
"She really looks like she's busting her nuts, don't she?' I heard him say, and tore my eyes away from the pictures. He looked very excited: I turned the page. 'She must be some kind of freak,' I said. I felt his hand stroking my cunt.
"Lots of women, like it that way. Lots of women'd rather have it in the ass than any other place,' he said, rubbing his hand down across my cunt and reaching so far between my legs that I felt the tips of his fingers touch the smooth globes of my ass. I realized, then, that he was hinting he wanted to fuck me there.
"Are you trying to tell me something?' I asked bluntly. He kissed me once on the lips, his hand still stroking, then said, 'Only that a lot of women like it in the ass. You might be one.'
"I said dubiously, 'I'm afraid it'd hurt like hell.'
"Not the way I'll do it,' he said, his voice trembling as he dropped the book of photos. As his hands urged me over onto my belly, the anxious tone in his voice told me he was almost desperate to do it that way. His hands shook as he stroked the yielding flesh of my buttocks. I pressed my cunt down against the sheets.
"Such a fine little ass ... I'd break it in gently. Never hurt it.' He was between my open legs, bending low to kiss the creamy cheeks of my rump. 'I'd just give you a little the first time.' He kissed me on the right cheek, then the left. 'And you'd love it. I know you would.' His hands pried my buttocks apart. 'We'll grease it up, so it doesn't hurt. So it feels good ... like this.'
"And I felt him press his face hard against the crack of my ass, his lips centered over the tight little entry. The thrusting of his tongue, straining for entry into my ass, caused me to claw at the sheets.
"Dimly, I realized that he had done it this way before, and I saw a picture of him doing it that way to Faye. I made up my mind. If he wanted to put it in my ass, he could put it in my ass. I'd do anything before I'd lose him back to that old bitch.
"I said softly, 'Promise you'll go easy this time,' and was rewarded by a deep probing of his wet tongue before he left me and went to get the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. He was back in a moment.
"He sat beside me on the bed and dipped his fingers in the greenish-white grease, then carefully rubbed it on the head of his cock. It made his cock glisten. Then he reached for me. Just before I closed my eyes I saw him dip one finger in the jar and withdraw a thick gob of the Vaseline. It felt cold as he touched it to my ass.
"Get up on your hands and knees,' he commanded. I did.
"When I felt his greased finger probe at the circle of my asshole, I clamped my teeth tight and closed my eyes, and I felt myself shaken by a flash of pain as his finger slipped inside me. I managed to stay quiet as he moved it in and out. Then he was kneeling behind me. His hands pushed my knees far apart on the bed.
"It'll be easier if you hold it open,' he said, and I felt his cock probing at the greasy crack of my ass. I leaned forward until my forehead was resting against the cool sheets, then reached back with both hands, grabbed the soft flesh of my ass and held it ready.
"The first pain was unbelievable! My asshole was being ripped apart! Tears rushed from my eyes as I felt myself being stretched to take a cock where I was never meant to have one. I cried out against the sheets. I tried to writhe away from the cock that was spearing me ... And then, just when I thought I'd go crazy from it, the pain reached a peak and began to diminish. It was still there but it was dimmer, more bearable, and I remember knowing that the pain was less because his cock had passed the restraining barrier at the rim of my ass.
"I could feel it inside me, sliding back and forth through the tight passage he'd lubricated with the Vaseline. It filled me. No, it more than filled me. It packed me. That's the only way to describe the tightness I felt in my ass ... I was packed.
"After that first rush of pain was over, I became more aware of the other sensations. His hands clutching my belly. His cock-hair tickling my bare rump. The increasing speed with which his prick slid in and out of my rear as he bucked and heaved behind me.
"And, just as the feel of his cock was turning my pain into pleasure, there was a great squirting of come that caused his cock to slip from my hole and left me once again feeling the pain.
"I ached for a long time afterward, and I argued like hell the next time he wanted me to take it in the ass. And the next. Each time, though, I gave in, and each time the ache was less. And then it was gone, and I suppose my reactions were pretty much like those of the blonde in the photos. I loved it.
"From a tight little girl who was frightened and needed her asshole greased, I had been transformed into a woman. My rear had opened like a flower, gotten so large I could take him easily. Hell, I could even take a few inches of that big vibrator.
"Now, smiling to myself, I lifted the vibrator and kissed it. Press-Dad, that is-had no idea what I always thought when I did that. It was my secret joke.
"I kissed the vibrator because that was what I used to take him away from my bitch of a stepmother in the first place."
There can be no doubt that jealousy was the primary motivation behind Wanda's incestuous tendencies. She detested her stepmother, as she makes perfectly clear in this first portion of her narrative, and expresses an almost sadistic pleasure over the knowledge that she is taking the older woman's place in the arms of her father.
Unlike many subjects who are willing to discuss the commission of incest, Wanda does not seek to justify or mitigate her actions by attributing them to love or spur-of-the-moment impulses. Instead, she simply describes her acts in the most carnal way possible, leaving the interviewer and the reader to draw whatever conclusions they wish.
A brief look at Wanda's past may make these conclusions more accurate.
Wanda was an only child. Her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. She was raised by a series of aunts, with her father coming to visit when possible. These visits grew to be the great moments in her young life; she looked forward to them with eagerness. And, of course, she idolized her father. His visits meant ball games, trips to the park, new clothing and toys. She and she alone was the object of his affection. He might kiss her aunts in a brotherly fashion, but it was clear that he loved her the most.
This was the life Wanda lived until she reached the age of twelve.
Then came the announcement, a pleasant one at first. She was getting a new mother. She would once again be able to live with her father. At first she was pleased. Soon, she found that their outings came less and less frequently, and that they had to be shared with Faye, her stepmother. Faye also shared in the affection of her father. And Faye was allowed to discipline her. She came to hate the older woman.
Only at a much later time did Wanda see her own sexuality as a means of regaining her father's full affection. This she did with a vengeance.
The oralism and analism described by Wanda seem to support Wayland Young's theory that the destruction of the taboo against incest is likely to lead to the destruction of all taboos among the partners who engage in incest. This, however, may be a hasty conclusion. It must be remembered, as is revealed by certain portions of Wanda's story, that her father was a man for whom these taboos against oralism and analism did not exist. His sexual desires tended toward the exotic and the bizarre, as shown by his voyeuristic enjoyment of her sexual exhibition, his collection of erotica. It is certain that Wanda's father had practiced-or had the desire to practice-both oral and anal intercourse long before he committed incest with his daughter. It is just as certain that he would have found an outlet for these sexual desires even if his daughter had been unwilling to provide one.
As for Wanda, any revulsion or disgust she may have felt while engaging in these acts-and she says little that would indicate she suffered from such feelings-was far outweighed by the knowledge that her participation in these acts was a weapon which could be used in her battle to regain the full affections of her father. If the taboos against oral and anal intercourse existed at all within the mind of Wanda, they existed only as rules which could be brushed aside in the name of expediency.
As a matter of fact, it may be that a great majority of our society no longer recognizes the taboo against oralism, and that analism, more repugnant to some because of the excretory functions of the anus, is gaining wider acceptance. A myth has contributed much to the stronger taboo against analism; this is the widespread belief that it is the means of intercourse used by male homosexuals, the act of inverts. Freud was aware of the absurdity of this notion. He wrote:
The playing of a sexual part by the mucous membrane of the anus is by no means limited to men. On the contrary, it seems that paedecatio with a male owes its origin to an analogy with a similar act performed with a woman; while mutual masturbation is the sexual aim most often found in intercourse between inverts.
As for oralism, Freud wrote,
It is only in the rarest instances that the physical valuation that is set on the sexual object, as being the goal of the sexual instinct, stops short at its genitals. The appreciation extends to the whole body of the sexual object and tends to involve every sensation derived from it ... The sexual over-valuation is something that cannot be easily reconciled with a restriction of the sexual aim to union of the actual genitals and it helps to turn activities connected with other parts of the body into sexual aims.
What Freud seems to be saying in this quote, even though he often referred to oral-genital contact as a "perversion," is that all of us have within us the desire for oral contact with the genitals of the person chosen as our sexual partner, or "object," as Freud called it.
Oralism and analism are of secondary interest to this study of daughter-father incest, of course, and are mentioned here only because they were the methods of sexual contact employed by Wanda and her father.
Oral and anal intercourse, it seems reasonable to conclude, occur in incestuous relationships with a frequency that is neither greater, nor less than in other sexual unions. The oralism and the analism are not the factors which motivate the incest-from Wanda's viewpoint, at least, in this case-but are a means of consummating it. The desire to commit incest would remain, even if both daughter and father were nauseated by the thought of oral and anal intercourse.
In this case, Wanda had made of her father an idol ... an idol with feet of clay. It is known by psychologists that we tend to make of our childhood a peaceful memory into which we can at times retreat, thus escaping the frustrations we face, and. that we people this memory with false images of our parents.
Of this false memory Freud said, It seems that childhood is not the blissful idyll into which we later distort it, that, on the contrary, children are lashed through the years of childhood by the wish to become big and imitate and compete with the grown-ups.
So it was that Wanda blamed her stepmother for the destruction of this "blissful idyll" and for the loss of her father's affection.
And how much easier it would be for a child to compete with a woman whom she disliked. It was this instinctive desire to compete, a desire which Wanda recognized as she reached her early teens, that led to the first incestuous union between daughter and father.
Though Wanda readily and openly recognized this need to compete, she was slower in realizing that she desired to compete sexually, and it was only after a great deal of mental struggle that she reached the decision that was to lead her into the sexual relationship with her father.
"As I turned the cock-like vibrator slowly over and over in my hand, looking at it through eyes that were heavy with sleep, I found myself remembering the first time I'd seen it. That night, almost six months ago, had changed my life.
"I'd been in bed, half asleep, when I heard them arguing in their room, really going at it, and I laughed to myself as I slipped on a robe and crept quietly through the house to listen. I was hoping he'd knock the old bitch's teeth out, I guess.
"I stopped at the dark little alcove in the hallway, where I could see through the half-opened door to their room. Their lights were on, and I could see my father sitting on the bed. He had on a pair of white shorts, nothing else. Faye was out of sight.
"You get more ... more freakish every week,' I heard her say in that shrill voice that always scrapes across my nerves. 'I never know what kind of perverted thing you'll dream up next. Well, this one's too much, Press. I won't do it.'
"Perverted, my aching ass!' he said loudly. His face was a dark red. 'Anything except a straight fuck is perverted to a cold old bitch like you. You think that cunt of yours is a goddamned prize or something!'
"Faye stepped out where I could see her. She was naked except for a pair of pale blue panties, and I could see the dark hair 'of her cunt through them. Her tits were little, far smaller than mine, and I wondered what my father had ever seen in her. Then I noticed the object she held in her hand.
"I've done a lot ... a lot of things to keep you happy,' she said. 'But I won't lower myself by inserting this ... thing into myself while you watch.' She looked sourly down at the tube in her hand.
"I had just a brief glimpse of it before she threw it on the bed and said, 'If you can't do it without things like that, we'll just not do it at all.' She stepped out of sight again.
"You can't even call it what it is, can you, you cold-assed cunt? You can't even say fucking, can you?' he shouted.
"Well, I'll tell you why I need a show, 'cause fucking you is like sticking it in a dead mule, that's why!'
"I knew that she'd soon be coming out of their bedroom after a remark like that, so I went quickly back to my own room and got in bed. Then I thought about what I'd seen. Even then, I knew that he'd wanted Faye to fuck herself with the tube I'd seen her holding. I didn't know exactly what it was, of course, and I really wasn't too concerned with that. I just wondered why she wouldn't do it.
"Didn't she know how lucky she was to have a man like my father? Didn't she know most women would be happy to do anything for a man like that? Or didn't she even care? Maybe the tube could hurt a woman's pussy in some way, I thought. Just before I dropped off to sleep,. I decided to find out for myself.
"I got my chance the next time the two of them left the house together. It took me almost an hour to find it. It was hidden in a box in their closet, a box that was almost filled with pictures of men and women sucking each other off, fucking in ways I'd never seen. I sat on their bed and looked at the cylinder.
"It was molded in the shape of a cock, maybe eight inches long, with one end swelling outward in imitation of a head. The other end had a ridged base. I turned it. A humming sound came from inside it, my fingers were tickled by a steady vibration. It felt ... good! ...
"It would feel good inside a pussy, vibrating against the wetly clinging flesh, too, I realized, and I knew that my father had been right when he said Faye was nothing but a cold-assed bitch! There was no other reason. God! How I hated that woman!
"Any other woman would be glad to ...to so even the things the men and women were doing ill the .glossy photos I'd scattered around the bed. They'd be glad to fuck themselves off with the singing cock I held in my hand ... if only to please him.
"I'd be glad to do it, I was suddenly thinking.
"And I found myself wondering how it would be ... standing naked in front of him and doing it to myself-no, not doing it, as Faye called It-fucking myself and watching him get hotter and hotter and then ...
"Sprawling back on the bed with my legs over the side, I lifted my ass and pulled my skirt up around my waist. With the fingers of my left hand, I held the crotch of my panties aside, and with my right hand I touched the vibrator to the lips of my pussy. I closed my eyes, lifted my hips slightly, and moaned as the quivering prick slid home. I soon had myself coming.
"Not until I'd slipped the vibrator from my cunt, wiped it on my skirt, turned off its batteries and was getting ready to put it back in the box did I realize what I'd been thinking as I fucked myself. I d Imagined myself doing it in front of a man, a faceless stranger at first, who gradually took on the face of my father. And then ... he'd been between my legs, fucking me and telling me how much he liked to see me do that. And then I was coming. I looked at the vibrator, puzzled at its power, and I made a decision.
"You've found a new home, lover,' I said, then put the rest of the stuff away and went to my room.
"He missed it, of course, and just knowing it was possible that he suspected me made those visions of him even stronger on the nights I'd strip off my panties and use it on myself. Soon I even found myself thinking of him during the day, wondering what he'd say if he knew about the things we did in my erotic dreams.
"Then I began wanting him to know about them, and wanting him to make them reality.
"That nagged at me for a long time before I quit fighting it and admitted what I guess had been in my mind all along, that I wanted to be fucked by my father. After that admission was made it wasn't too long before I saw that it was possible. I decided to make it happen.
"Why not? Faye was hitting the bottle pretty heavy by then; she wasn't worth the trouble of fucking, as he had said, and I wanted him ... wanted him so bad. Maybe he'd even get rid of her, I thought.
"I went to work on my father.
"I used little things at first ... things like walking around the house in my underwear, giving him a chance to see I had tits and an ass that bitch Faye could never match. Things like that.
"She noticed the way he looked at me when I did that and she started bitching about it, so I had to go slower. I started giving him hot looks across the table next. The way I'd catch him looking at my tits and ass after that told me he'd caught those looks. Then I got the idea that did the trick.
"I waited until I heard him in the hallway outside my room one night, then I put the idea to use.
Taking the vibrator from its hiding place and holding it against the door, I turned it on. I hoped he could hear the humming through the door. In case he couldn't, I whimpered softly, doing a bad imitation of a girl who's coming. It was a long time before I heard him leave the door.
"He came to my room the next evening, looking nervous as hell. I waited for him to ask. He looked pitiful as he prowled around my room, making small talk, not looking at me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Finally, he asked, 'Did you take something from my room, Wanda?' I saw him wipe his palms across his trousers.
"What would I take from your room?' I asked innocently. I knew this was it. I had to go through with my plan. Casually, I stood and began to unbutton my blouse, as if getting ready for bed, just a daughter undressing in front of her father. He looked away.
"It was ... just a device,' he said as I tossed my blouse on the bed. I unzipped my skirt, stepped casually out of it and asked, 'What kind of device? ,
"Did you take anything out .of my room?' he asked, and I saw him wet his lips as his eyes flicked down across my skimpy bra, lower still, onto the tiny bikini panties I wore. He seemed hypnotized as he added, 'Anything at all?'
"Why don't you ask Faye?' I said with a sudden brazenness that surprised me. I stepped closer to him, rolling my hips suggestively. 'Maybe she has it. Maybe she's using it.'
"He stared at me. 'You did take it, didn't you?'
"I had gone too far to turn back, I stepped very close to him. My arms went around his .neck. My bra touched his shirt. 'I won't tell you,' I said. 'But I'll show you. Oh, Dad, I'll do the things she won't. All of them.'
"At first I thought he was going to hit me. His face went dark, his eyes almost closed. But then he reached up and, without a. word, pulled my arms from around his neck. I felt a moment of crazy panic as he started out the door and I pleaded, 'Come back after she goes to sleep. I ... please ... just come back.' He walked out without another word.
"But he came back ... just as I'd asked.
"It was late when I heard him coming. At first, I couldn't believe it. I'd almost convinced myself that he hated me ... and now he was coming. I was out of the bed and standing beside the door when he opened it. I threw my arms around his neck. For just a moment his body tightened and then he was kissing me on the mouth and easing me back into the room and his hands were on my ass.
"He kicked the door shut behind himself.
"He wore only the bottoms of his pajamas. As he held me close against him, sucking on the tongue I had snaked into his mouth, I could feel the hard swell of his prick pressing against the little hillock above my cunt. His hands were warm through my sheer bikini panties. The sharp paints .of my bra cups were pressed against his muscular chest. Then I felt the edge .of the bed against the backs .of my knees. We fell across the bed.
"As I felt his strange fingers slip beneath the cups .of my bra, pulling them up to bare my untanned tits with their erected nipples, my fingers fluttered wildly .over his naked chest and back, tangled themselves in his hair. Our tongues rolled together. My tits were in his hands, toys that he played with.
"I arched my back and shivered and my hand went searching far his cock. Just as he ended our kiss and his lips moved, down to suck hungrily at the elongated nipple of my left tit. I found the opening at the front of his pajamas. My hand slipped in. The fingers closed around his cock. They pulled it through the front of his pajamas.
"No vibrator ever felt as good as that cock, that warm, hard cock. It was made far my hand, I knew.
It belonged there. I wanted to hold it forever. As I slipped my fingers up and down its length, I felt my nipple being sucked into his mouth, released, sucked in again, and my fingers moved faster because of it. When his teeth nipped at the pointed tip of my tit, my fingers reacted by squeezing his cock with all the strength they possessed.
"His hand slipped inside my panties. I writhed on the bed and my pelvis twisted so that my cunt was raised to meet his fingers. He caressed it with his hand, making it warm and wet.
"Turn on a lamp. I want to see you naked,' he said. His hand had slipped from between my legs. He touched me on the butt as I rolled from the bed to turn on the small lamp on the table by the window. He was stepping out of his pajama bottoms when its glow filled the room. His hand touched his hard prick.
"You sure that little cunt of yours can handle this?' It surprised me, him saying something like that. Later, of course, I learned he got a kick out of talking that way. I must have had some idea of it even then, because instinctively I said, 'Don't I look like. it?' and with an impish look on my face I slowly stripped away my bra, then teasingly ran my hands over my naked tits, cupping the sharp little peaks of soft white flesh and then pressing them inward so that the red nipples, wet and swollen from the sucking of his mouth, were close together.
"He sat on the edge of the bed, entranced, as I released my tits and slowly caressed my soft belly with downward strokes of my fingers, stopping when my fingertips were hidden beneath the top edge of my little bikini panties. His eyes widened as I slowly peeled them down over my hips, my thighs, and stepped out of them. I posed with my hands on my hips, the tips of my fingers almost touching the outer edges of the thick bush around my cunt, and I asked huskily, 'Doesn't this cunt look like it was made for that? It's just dying to get filled up.'
"He nodded his head and held out his arms. His eyes stayed locked on my cunt as, with slowly undulating hips. I walked toward him. His hands found the cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward him.
"I gasped for breath as he pressed his face against the soft swell of my belly, then quickly dipped his head and began kissing the thickly tangled hair around my cunt. It was the first time anyone had kissed me there.
"He bent lower still, straining to reach the lips of my pussy with his mouth. His tongue lapped at me. I opened my legs till I felt I would split. His tongue touched the edge of my cunt, just the edge, I but it caused me to cry out as I squirmed violently and tried to make it easier for him. His arms went around my thighs, pulling them together, and I felt myself being lifted.
"And then I was on the bed. Flat on my back. My legs extended. He was between them. His hard chest was touching my thighs as he moved downward, bringing his face closer and closer to my pussy. He pushed my legs apart. I felt him grip my right ankle and lift it as high as he' could reach. He buried his face in my cunt.
"I swear the bed began to spin as his wet prick of a tongue found its way into my open gash. It tilted and dipped and rocked as he licked at my cunt like a puppy lapping warm milk. When I reached down with one hand and grabbed the back of his head, tugging him deeper into the hairy nest between my legs, he began licking me faster and deeper. My ass lifted and fell beneath him. There was a hand on my tit, torturing it with a pinch each time his tongue lapped my pussy. Looking down across my body, I saw the hand was my own. I kept it there.
"He lifted his face from my cunt. 'Tell me I eat good pussy,' he said, then allowed my straining hand to draw him back into the crazily hungering slit between my legs. And as he licked me faster and faster across the exquisitely sensitive swelling of my clit, I repeated over and over, 'You eat good pussy, you eat good pussy, and his tongue moved faster and the words ran together and became, 'YoueatpussYoueatpussYou ... !' And every muscle in my body tautened as I felt myself coming into his mouth.
"The release sent me into a dizzying spin that caused me to fling my arms wide and clutch at the sheets. I was only vaguely aware of his hands moving up my body, of his mouth moving across my tits, into the hollow of my throat. Then I felt the first touch of his cock. My arms went around his naked back.
"With delightful slowness, his cock spread the wet, rubbery lips of my pussy. I felt them settle around the tip of his prick, then an inch of it, then two. He put his mouth on mine. I parted my lips.
"There was a delicious tang on his lips and tongue the taste of cunt, I realized as I moved my lips beneath his. As his cock moved gently back and forth in the wet cradle of my cunt, going slightly deeper with each churn of his hips. I put one hand on each side of his face, holding him delicately as I sucked at his tongue. He reacted by giving me more of his cock-a hard stab of it!
"I wrapped both legs around his body and lifted my cunt to meet the next strike. It brought us together with a delicious touching of crotches, and I felt his hand slip between our bodies and find the yielding flesh of my tit. As he squeezed it and moved it so that the hard little nipple rasped against his chest I let my hips roll in slow circles that added even more pleasure to the steady stroking of his cock ...
"It was deep inside me now. I could feel it moving against places that had never before felt the touch of hard cock. It felt warm inside the come-dampened recess of my cunt. Each thrust and retreat made it feel warmer still. And the thrusts were coming faster.
"He was breathing heavily against my throat, and I could feel his hand tighten around my tit each time he drove his cock into me. As his hips swung upward and his cock withdrew, the hand on my tit would relax. His belly was hard as it slapped against the softness of mine. I put my hands in the small of his back, giving myself more leverage to lift myself and meet his strokes. He suddenly threw his head back and I felt the full pressure of his cock rubbing across my clitoris as he bucked and heaved between my legs.
"That sensuous friction across my already pulsing clitoris sent me into another of those dizzying spins that caused me to claw at his back with my nails as I thrashed beneath him, blind with orgasm. He strained hard above me, pressing himself into the moving wetness of my cunt with all his strength, and then he, too, was coming. It ended too soon.
"We forgot all about the vibrator,' I said later, as we lay naked beside each other, lazily watching the blue smoke from the cigarette we were sharing curl upward toward the ceiling. Our bodies were barely touching. His hand rested on my belly.
"I didn't forget. I just knew that if you got me any hornier, I'd be climbing the wall,' he said chuckling. He turned on his side, so he was looking into my eyes. 'You know what'll happen to me if we let anyone know about this, don't you?'
"I nodded my head, and he said, 'I'm a bastard for doing it. A real bastard. But I just kept thinking about it and thinking about it. And Faye was asleep ... '
"Shhh!' I touched his lips with my finger. 'I wanted you to do what you did. I want you to keep on doing it. And nobody will ever know.' I laughed as I thought of something. 'And it's called fucking, not doing it. Remember that!'
"That puzzled him until I laughed again and explained it.
"While the cigarette slowly turned to ashes, we talked. He seemed somehow ashamed of what he'd done, and frightened, and I tried to make him see that what we'd done was right, that it was what I'd wanted for as long as I could remember, and that I'd never been happier in my life. As he lit and smoked another cigarette, he told me that he thought Faye might be right, that maybe he was some kind of pervert because he liked it best when he was doing it in some way that was different from the way others lucked. When he said that, and added that that might be the reason he'd come to bed with me, I felt so sorry for him I wanted to cry. And I hated that bitch Faye more than ever.
"Don't ever say that again,' I said, kissing him and pressing the full length of my naked body against his. 'Fuck Faye! Fuck what she says! You're no pervert. But if you are, I'm even worse,' I put my hand on his cock, 'because I want you to fuck me again.'
"He did.
"As I teased at his cock with my fingers, feeling it slowly regain its hardness, he leaned over to snuff the cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed. He put his arms around me as I rolled on top of him. I felt his cock against my belly. His hands went to the cheeks of my ass, then slipped down the backs of my widespread legs.
"Kissing him hard on the mouth, I slipped my hand between us and put his cock where it belonged. It slipped easily into the come-drenched slit of my cunt.
"We began to fuck.
"I set the pace of our movements, letting my hips roll in slow undulations, moving my shoulders from side to side so that my tits swayed above him, the stiff little nipples dragging across his chest; and he caressed the cheeks of my ass with his hands, gently, just running his fingers over the velvety orbs. My ass fit nicely into his hands ... and his cock fit well into me.
"It was a different feeling, this fucking with me on the top. It allowed me to enjoy all the sensual pleasure of contact with his body. The feel of his hips lifting between my legs. The touch of his pubic hair against my belly. The probing of his tongue into my mouth. The growing sensations inside my cunt. My hips began lifting higher onto his cock, falling back with more force.
"Look at that ... look at yourself fuck,' he said, and he suddenly put his hands under my shoulders and lifted me. I bent one knee, raising myself slightly, and I looked down across my body. Through the valley between my dangling tits, I could see the thick root of his cock where it was swallowed up by my lower body, the dark hair of his pubis, but that was all. From his viewpoint, I suppose, he was probably able to see the lips of my cunt, the way they moved as we lucked. The thought was somehow exciting.
"The new position forced me to move my pelvis in shorter, choppier strokes that were no less exciting than the longer, slower ones had been. They were better, if anything. I looked down at his flushed face, saw that he was intently staring at the place where our bodies joined, and I looked down there, too.
"It was easy to pretend I could see it all.
"The pink lips of my cunt would be opening and closing as they sought to cling to the hard staff of his prick. That staff would glisten wetly with the oils of fucking. I saw it all in my mind ...
"It was just like the dreams I'd dreamed when I was screwing myself with the vibrator. The vision was as clear as if I'd been a third person, a stranger, standing beside the bed and watching the two of us fuck.
"And it sent me into a flurry of passionate thrashing that drove me into orgasm after orgasm and lasted until long after he had slammed his cock hard into me for the last time, released his come inside me, and gone soft between my legs.
"Faye's love for the bottle made it easy for us to get together, and the eagerness with which I learned to do the things he liked-all the things he liked-made it easier for my father to accept. It really turned him on when he saw that I actually liked them.
"But the bit with the vibe was my favorite, because that was the one that brought him from Faye to me. And now, as I looked at the silent plastic cylinder, I knew that she'd never get him back.
"Never!"
So from incestuous fantasy and the desire to compete for affection, both of which are a basic part .of human nature, Wanda advanced to actual commission of the act, and into a continuing affair which threatens disaster.
This case is an example of incest initiated at the want of the daughter, spurred onward by both love and hatred, the two most violent emotions. Hate, just like love, is a pathway to incest.
CHAPTER FIVE: If You've Got the Name ...
"It took me a long time to figure out. But once I had it all thought out and straight in my mind, it didn't take me too long to see that I'd come across the one chance I was ever going to have to get back at Pa for all the whippings he'd given me just for breakin' down that one time and lettin' myself do the same thing he was hankerin' for. It was going to feel good, seeing the mean old bastard crawl like a whipped pup. Real good. I stared right into his hungrin' eyes as I leaned back against the tool shelf that was built against the wall of the barn. As I began to undo the buttons at the top of my thin cotton dress, he stood just inside the doorway, shuffling from one foot to the other.
"You come for your sample of what everybody in town's been a-gettin' didn't you,' I said, with all the pure spite I could put into my voice. 'So don't just stand there and try to make like you didn't. If you want it, come out like a man and ask for it. Less you ain't got the balls ... ' I just smiled and didn't finish the sentence. He'd ask. I knew he'd ask. That's why he was here.
"You little whore of the devil,' he said. His face was in shadow now, but I knew he was staring hard at the open front of my dress. It was like his flat little eyes were burning the white jugs I'd half, bared ... I undid another button and the dress was open to my waist.
"Not no little whore, Pa. Don't you remember?' I said, sort of dragging the words out so they'd sting him more. As he came slowly closer, I said, 'I'm the biggest whore in Brevard County. Remember? If you've told me once you've told me a million times. Been fucked by everybody but the preacher's mule. Them was your own words. Don't you remember? Course I ain't been fucked by you ... not yet!'
"Sinful little slut!' he said, stopping just a couple of feet away. I could see a muscle working beneath the dark brown skin that was stretched drum tight across his square jaws.
"Sinful as they come. But I got nice knockers, ain't I, Pa?' I watched the hunger mix with the hate on his flat features as I pulled the front of my dress wide, letting my big knockers stare him right in the eyes. He kept staring at them and wiping the palms of his hands on the front of his faded jeans, as I fingered them and said, 'You gonna just stand there alookin' at 'em all day? You one of them fellows who's gotta do a lot of lookin' 'fore he can get it up? Ol' Miley Adams, he's like that. Has to watch somebody else a-fuckin' 'fore he can get it up. You like that, Pa?'
"Shut your goddamn mouth,' he said, slowly, like it was all he could do to get the words out. The thick muscles of his arms and chest bunched beneath his blue work shirt as he kept on wiping his hands up and down his jeans. I could see his pecker pushing against the front of his pants, and I knew I was really gettin' back at the hateful old bastard.
"He was standing there hating himself as much as he hated me. Hating himself because he'd give in and come here, and hating me because I wasn't makin' it easy for him. I wasn't about to, either.
"He'd come here to fuck me, and I wasn't going to pretend different.
"Well, if you didn't come to look, and you didn't just come to talk about doin' it, then you must've come to fuck,' I said, stepping closer to him across the straw-covered floor. I stopped when I was standing with my tits less than an inch away from his chest, let my hand reach down to feel of his pecker, then, like I was surprised, said, 'Well, you sure enough did come here to fuck! Seems like you got a right nice hard on. You could sure enough do a girl up pretty with a pecker like that. That's what you come for, ain't it?'
"I wanted to hear him admit it.
"Shut your goddamn filthy mouth!' he snapped suddenly, and I tried to duck as I saw his open hand swing up from his side. It exploded against the side of my face and I reeled backward. My eyes lost focus for a second or so, then it was all right again. He'd hit me a hell of a lot harder before. I laughed right in his face.
"So you don't want to do no talkin' about it, huh? You just wanna get it in? Well, get it in ain't that what brought you here?' ... 'That's what brought me here.' His face was twisted with pure hate as he admitted what I wanted to hear. He walked slowly toward me, unbuckling his belt as he came, and he glared at me like I'd crawled from under a rock as he added, 'You ain't no good ... ain't never been no good ... been the ruination of every single one of us. I should never've blamed Clay. Should've knowed it was your doings all along. Should've knowed that.'
"But I'm good enough to fuck, ain't I, Pa?' I said, standing with my hands on my hips and not backing up an inch. He didn't scare me no more. Not now. I knew that he'd never scare me again. I said, 'I'm good enough you'll come crawling to me for pussy, ain't I? Ain't I that good, Pa?'
"And that's all you're good for,' he said, then threw his arms around me and pulled me in against him. His big hands dug brutally into my rump, pulling me in so that I could feel his pecker pushin' at me through our clothes. His face was against my neck. I heard him whisper, 'Just good for a man to unload himself,' as he backed me toward the straw piled in the corner. His shirt was bruising my nipples. 'But you're plenty good for that,' he said, then flung me down on the straw.
"He tore at his clothes like a wild man, while I watched and waited, laughing to myself. He was horny as a billy goat with three peckers ... him, the uppity old son of a bitch, the high and mighty bastard who'd spent three years making me pay for one short fuck. I gave him a look that said I was horny myself ... He stared at me as he kept right on clawing at his clothes.
"My dress had flew way up my long legs when he threw me down, and I shifted them so he could see most all there was to see. The blue dress made a frame around my white knockers, and I knew that my long dark hair must look pretty good to him as it fanned out against the lighter-colored straw that made a thick pillow beneath me. I was naked under the dress, but I was pretty sure he couldn't see my cunt ... just close enough to keep him drooling as he stepped out of his jeans.
"He was brown all over from working out in the sun, except from his waist down, and even there the wind had burned him darker than most. His muscles were like thick ropes under his skin, and he would have really turned my damper up, just from looking, if I hadn't hated him so much.
"Still, I had to admit, he was really hung ...
"His pecker was hard, I could easily see as I looked up and saw him shuck his shorts, but its own weight caused it to slant downward toward where I lay. His nuts were enormous beneath it, a hairy sack that filled the space between his thighs. As if his mind had been miles away, he suddenly looked down across his naked body, then down at me, and he said, 'So now I ain't no better'n you. We're both of us sure enough headed to hell.'
"Sure enough,' I agreed, then ran my hand down across the place where my dress sank into the hollow above my cunt. 'Any special way you wanna get there, Fa?'
"And then he came after me.
"As he sank down on the straw, I raised one knee.
The dress lifted and slid down my bare thigh, falling into blue folds across my lower hips. It let him see my cunt, I knew, and his face tightened as he stared down between my thighs. I used my hand to tug the dress up higher. He put his knees between my legs and came at me like a bull in heat. I had won it all.
"He got his hands on my knockers and squeezed them like it was the first time he'd ever felt a tit. The hard muscles of his thighs were pushing against the insides of my legs, spreading them, and he tried to kiss me on the mouth. I turned my head.
"You can fuck me, fuck me any way you want,' I said, feeling the straw against the side of my face, 'but you ain't gonna kiss me. I only kiss people I like.'
"Little bitch!' he snorted against the side of my face, but he quit trying to kiss my lips. One hand left my knocker, began tugging my dress higher around my hips. As I raised my butt and tugged it up so that it was around my waist, he panted, 'You're a bitch right straight out of hell!'
"With a pussy right straight from heaven,' I said, gloating because the old bastard was hooked like a catfish. When I got through with him, I told myself, he'd sure enough never forget it. He'd have a craving for my pussy that would stick to him like his own skin. He'd come crawling and begging for it, for just a quick piece, for just a look, a feel, a sniff of my cunt.
"And this was the last time he was going to get it.
"I stroked his naked back with my fingers, just fluttering them across the tight muscles until I had teased my way down to the small of his back, and I felt him put one hand on my cunt. He rubbed the lips of it, slipped a finger in, opening them, and his mouth leaped down and sucked at my knocker. The nipple went hard inside his mouth.
"I moved one hand around between our bodies and got it around my jug, holding it like I was nursing a baby. While he sucked at the big nipple, sort of chewing it with his lips, I swung my hips up under him, so that my cunt was raised and ready. He fingered it just a second or two longer, then put his hand under my ass. His pecker touched the other side of my bare rump.
"I was reaching for it myself when he lifted his hips, settled himself in a better position over my upraised cunt, and drove his cock home. He fucked just like he did everything else ... mean!
"There was no gentle teasing around my cunt, like other guys did, no givin' it just a little to get it ready for what was to come, no inching it in. He just drove it all the way up my cunt with all the strength he had, then started fucking like he was in a hurry to go some place. And it hurt!
"I'd had bigger peckers, I reekon ... I just couldn't remember when! And he used his like he was afraid it was gonna fall off. Like this was gonna be his last piece. Like a bull mounts a randy cow. That was how he fucked.
"As he rammed his pecker at me with all he had, pushing it right up to my tonsils, his teeth bit down hard on the nipple I was feeding him. It sent a fearsome pain through my body. Biting my bottom lip as I felt the pain ripple through me, I let my knocker go and clawed at his back with the nails of both hands. It only made him give me more of the same.
"His teeth just dug deeper into my nipple, like he was trying to chew it off, and the hand he had under my ass tightened brutally on the soft, smooth flesh. His pecker banged into me so hard that I could feel the hard bony place at the top of his groin smashing itself against the little hill above my cunt. His mouth made funny grunting noises around my tit. He was starting to sweat.
Those big nuts of his were swinging in against the naked orbs of my ass with each inward push of his big pecker, and my naked skin made a little squeaking noise as it rubbed against the straw. My cunt ached dully, like it was going to be split by the big rod he was. prying it with, and I heard myself begging him to slow down.
"You don't want it slow, bitch,' he said, lifting his head from my breast and ramming me hard with his pecker, holding it all the way in me as he said it. 'Girl like you wants it fast. Wants it so's she can get a lot. Wants it hard. A hard and proper fucking, that's all a girl of your kind wants!'
"And he kept right on giving me one..
"I threw my legs across his back, just above his ass, trying to slow him down. He just pumped it faster, and I could feel him sweating against my naked tits. His hand moved my ass around beneath him. I felt it starting to get good to me. It sure enough wasn't no fault of his ... but it was getting good!
"I tightened my legs around him-a little trick that shortened the strokes of his pecker-and I let my own hips take up the motions of fucking, sort of revolving in little bumps and grinds beneath him, letting my cunt lift and fall to get a good taste of the pecker he was feeding it.
"He had quit biting on my nipple and had pressed his face in the little dip below my throat, but the ache was still pounding in the tip of my knocker. Only it ached in a crazy kind of good way, like it does when it's gettin' a little loving. My cunt was feeling that dull ache, too, thumping and pounding all crazy-like, the way it does when I'm getting all stewed up and ready to come.
"And then Pa grunted like a stallion breeding a favorite mare, shoved his pecker at me so hard I felt myself move backward on the straw, and came. He pulled it out while he was still dripping. A few drops fell on my belly, just above my cunt, and a few more left a wet place on my dress. He flopped over on his back, beside me on the straw. I laughed at him. Laughed like a maniac.
"Pa,' I said, just as slow and as spiteful as I could, 'you're a lousy fuck!' Then I laughed again.
"Just you wait and see,' he said. 'I ain't got started yet. I ain't done with you yet-just you wait and see.'
"I'll wait,' I said. 'I'll sure enough do that.'
"I closed my eyes and waited.
"I smiled to myself as I listened to him breathing heavy beside me. I'd done just what I'd set out to do. I'd made the pious old bastard do the same thing he'd been tormentin' me about these past three years. I'd made him do it-and it would haunt the better-than-thou old son of a bitch the rest of his days. At least, I hoped it would. Three years, he'd made me suffer ... God! It seemed like a century!
"And it had started right here. Right in this very barn. Only it was good that time. And different. And it was more by accident than anything else. No ... not by accident. More out of curiosity, I guess. At least on my part. Who can say what made Clay do his part in what we did? ...
"Clay was my older brother, seventeen then, to my fourteen, and I thought he could walk on water. I followed him around like a puppy. When he'd letter me, that is. He was tall and long, with a proud way of carrying himself, and there ain't no doubt at all he was' the handsomest boy anywhere around Piney. I wasn't the only girl followed him around, I can tell you. Maybe I was wantin' the same thing as the rest of 'em, I don't know. But if I was wantin' to be laid by him, I'd never admitted it to myself. Not until the day it happened.
"I was standing at the pasture fence, leaning over with my elbows on the top railing, when Clay came up behind me. I knew he was there but I didn't pay him any mind. I was watching King, Pa's big red stud, as he tried to mount one of the three mares we owned. Then Clay goosed me, way up between my legs.
"Don't do that, Clay!' I yelled, turning and almost falling backward. He grinned at me.
"Ain't we touchy today, Pear lie May,' he said, using my middle name like he always did. 'You got somethin' up there that wasn't there last week?' He slapped me on the butt ... hard!
"Ouch! You just ain't supposed to touch girls ... there.' We'd always kidded around, wrestled, stuff like that, but recently I'd been trying to avoid those kind of things ... for a simple reason. It gave me that kind of feeling I got when I necked with a boy, and it left me feeling empty when it was over.
"Hell, you're my sister. I seen everything you've got,' Clay said. That was the truth; we'd shared a bed until I was twelve. He looked at me sort of funny, then said, 'Of course, you're gettin' a helluva lot more of it. Hey! You're even gettin' titties!'
"I've got titties,' I corrected, standing so the round little swells poked out against my thin green dress. 'In case you ain't noticed, I've got more than that Sue Watson you're always sniffing around.' I blushed as soon as I realized what I'd said.
"Hey! You sound almost like you're jealous,' he said, then he ran his eyes up and down my body. He shook his head like he was passing judgment on me, then said, 'You ought to do a better job of paddin', though. Any fool can see you're wearing falsies.'
"I knew he was just poking fun at me, the way he was forever doing, but still I said, 'Do they feel like falsies'!' And taking his hand, I placed it on my tit. With that one stupid, childish move, I ruined both our lives.
"He jerked his hand away like I'd burned him, and his eyes gave me a look I'd never seen in them. I knew right off that I'd given him the hots, and it somehow prodded me into teasing him about it.
"Do they feel false'!' I asked.
"No, they ain't false,' he said, sort of choking on the words. He looked away, then looked back again, and his eyes kept dropping to my tits. 'Seems like my sister's done turned into a woman.'
"It gave me a hot feeling just knowing he'd think of me as a woman. Clay could have had most any girl he wanted, yet here he was staring at my tits like he wanted me. Just before he turned his back and leaned on the fence, I saw that his pecker was hard. He did want me. It gave me a crazy sort of thrill.
"Won't be too long before half the boys in Piney'll be hanging around the house,' he said. 'Tryin' to mount you like old King's trying to mount that mare.'
"I saw that the stallion was on the mare, biting her neck as he tried to breed her. I felt a crazy urge to show Clay that I was the woman he'd said I was, that I was no baby.
"Maybe a couple of them have,' I said, lying. Then I turned and walked toward the barn, swinging my hips like a stripper, and all the way there I could feel Clay's eyes following the sway of my butt. He followed me a few minutes later.
"Who done it to you'!' he asked. I was using a pitchfork to toss hay into one of the feeding stalls and I just kept right on working. Over my shoulder, so he couldn't see my face and know I was lying, I said, 'Wouldn't you like to know.. Who you been adoing it with'!
"More than a few. They all like it, too.'
"I'll bet.'
"And they keep right on coming back for more,' he bragged, and I turned around in time to see he'd been staring at my ass as I bent to scoop up the hay. He blushed a deep red, the first time I'd ever seen him flustered, and I grinned at him as I said, 'You see somethin' you like, Clay'! You lookin' at somethin' them other girls ain't got'!'
"You shouldn't tease like you're doing, Pearl,' he said, and the nervous way he said it made me see he was fighting back a desire to put his hands on me again, to kiss me, to ... Looking him right in the eyes, I dropped the pitchfork and said, 'I ain't teasing you, Clay. I ain't teasing you a bit.'
"When he put his arms around me and pulled me close against him, kissing' me on the mouth, I was surprised to feel that he was shaking almost as bad as I was. His hard thighs were pressed against mine, and I could feel them trembling through his jeans. His hands were actually-shaking as he cupped the cheeks of my ass and lifted me so I was standing on my toes, and he was breathing like he'd been running hard. So was. I.
"I'd never before been kissed the way he was kissing me ... with his mouth open and his tongue moving. His hands, too, were doing things I'd never before felt. They were working the soft round little globes of my butt, pulling me against the hard swell at the fly of his pants, making me shake worse than ever. I was all dizzy by the time he scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward the back of the barn.
"And then we were on the straw.
"I looked up into his handsome face as he fumbled with the buttons at the front of my dress, and he looked like he was hypnotized or something. His eyes looked to be out of focus. Then I felt the dress open' down the front, leaving my titties naked: As he looked down at them, blinking, I almost threw my arms across them, covering myself up like a girl's supposed to do. But he didn't give me time for such foolishness, anyhow.'
"With a little gurgling cry from somewhere in his throat, he flung himself down on my naked breast. I felt a shock like the kind you get from icy water as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His one hand covered my other tittie, doing things to-it, and I rolled my head from side to side on the straw. I could feel my nipples getting bigger and bigger, swelling like they'd bust for sure.
"When his other hand slipped under my dress and started rubbing me on the insides of my legs, I just naturally parted my thighs to make it easier for him. My pussy was wet inside my panties, just all wet and craving to be touched, the way it sometimes got. My body jerked when his fingers touched my crotch. I put both hands on the back of his head, holding him as he sucked and sucked and sucked on my rigid little nipples, and my fingers tugged at his hair when I felt him slip my panties to one side and touch his fingers to my bare pussy. He fingered the' tight little slit for a moment, then, as I lifted my rear to make it easier, he tugged my panties off.
"The rough straw felt good against my naked ass and legs, his mouth felt even better as it worked on my tits, and the best feeling of all was the touch of his fingers on my wet little cunt. I got my hand between us and unzipped his pants. I put my hand on his pecker, the first one I'd ever touched.
"He pulled back when I touched his pecker, like he was surprised, and then he smiled down at my hand. 'You sure know what a cock's made for, don't you?' he said, then reached down to put his hand over mine. He moved my hand on his cock and said, 'Just can't wait to get it in you, can you?'
"I nodded my head stupidly, staring down at his pecker, and I was starting to get scared. I hadn't really meant to go all this far. A little playing with each other, a little kissing ... just letting him see I had as much as most girls. That was all. But I'd heard it hurt something awful the first time around, and his pecker was so big ...
"Clay didn't give me no chance to back out, though, or to show him I really was the tease he'd said. He suddenly rolled between my legs and, with his hard pecker just sticking out the open fly of his jeans, he slipped both hands under my ass and lifted me to him. As I felt the head of his pecker touch the lips of my cunt, I started to cry out, to say something, but then he fell heavily down on me and was kissing me on the mouth while he used one hand to guide the head of his cock into the narrow slit of my cunt.
"As the head of his pecker prodded itself at the tight little cleft, I felt all my fear leave me. It was good! Just like it was when I touched it, when Clay'd touched it.
"Then he pushed it in.
"I felt something stretch tight inside of me, tighter as the rod of his pecker tried to push it aside. Then it gave way with a searing flash of pain and a ripping of flesh and his pecker was way up in me, gripped tight. I cried out as I felt him move.
"I'll never know what made Clay stop. It may be that he heard my cry; it may be that he felt the warm blood that was seeping from me. But he suddenly stopped and backed himself out and knelt there looking down like he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Well, I'll be goddamned, a goddamned virgin,' he said. 'Why did you ... '
"And that was when Pa came in the barn.
"He just stood there blinking for a second or so, and then he bellowed like a bull and went after Clay. Went after him with his fists, too. Clay just stood and took the whippin' for as long as he could, like he didn't even care, but finally he tried to fight back.
"It didn't make much difference, though, because Pa was just too strong. Too strong and too mean. He like to of killed Clay, beating him until he was down on the floor and his face was covered with blood, and then stomping him with his heavy boots. And when I tried to stop him, he just knocked me aside like I was a feather and told me he'd see to me later, then kept right on kicking at Clay. His own son, and he beat him like that.
"Clay left Piney that day. Left and ain't been back. And I got my beating later, just like Pa had promised. It was just a hint of the beatings the old bastard was to give me over the next three years. But he was never going to beat me again. Not now, now that the hateful old bastard had fucked me himself.
"And was hoping to do it again."
As the reader has learned from the opening portion of this study, Pearl was the child of a rural couple of low income. Her father lacked an education; he was, in fact, semi-illiterate. He was later described by Pearl (in portions of the interview not included in her narrative) as a man totally lacking in affection, even toward his, wife, or toward Pearl as a child.
So it was probably a reaction to this aloofness on the part of her father that directed Pearl's affection and devotion toward her older brother, Clay. And it was, of course, this total devotion, even adoration, which motivated Pearl toward the commission of brother-sister incest. Clay, of course, simply yielded to the temptations of her childish sexual advances.
Though most researchers have concluded that the incidence of incest is somewhat higher among the class of which Pearl is a part (the less-educated, those with lower incomes, those from rural communities), the greater frequency is not because the taboo against incest is less strong among these groups, it is due to other factors.
In a low-income family, a brother and sister are much more likely to share a room, or, for that matter, a bed. The opportunity for sexual exploration is much greater. So is the opportunity for the early creation of sexual curiosity, along with the chance to satisfy it.
In many such households, the child may even share a room with one or more adults. If not, there still exists the lack of privacy which exposes the child to an awareness of the sexual differences that exist among other members of the household; glimpses of the parents in a state of nudity, or near nudity, are inevitable. So is an early understanding by the child that the parents sleep together.
While this early exposure to those children of the opposite sex, and to adults, may be healthy in many respects, it certainly tends to lower the sexual barriers that exist between male and female children reared in households where greater privacy is afforded.
Children raised in rural areas are inclined to see sexual matters as a more natural function of the body than are their counterparts who live in the city. They are exposed to sex from an early age onward. They know how cattle and horses breed; they often see them doing so. They know how the young are born.
Wayland Young, in a dissertation on the genetic dangers involved in incest, observed that:
The best cattle and the best racehorses are produced by continuous incest over tens of generations. 'Best' in a cow or racehorse, however, is most reliable: a stock which will stay fat or swift, and will not risk its owner's profits by suddenly changing its shape or weight. Stockbreeding consists of using incest as a fixative. Might not this serve to weaken the fear of genetic damage due to incest among-those humans who know of it?
It seems a logical conclusion, though the fear of genetic damage is less likely to be a factor among the young. Most would not even understand the term. It is more probable that exposure to the inbreeding of livestock leaves the child with a vague sense that sexual intercourse is no less acceptable between members of the same family than it would be between any other couple.
The rural child has less social contacts, in most cases, than the child of the city, and the contact with members of the immediate family increases in direct proportion; so does the opportunity for sexual contact.
Finally, though it is by no means true in all cases, the less-educated are far less likely to explain sexual matters to their children than parents with a higher level of education. Sex is just there for many of these people, and the child will learn about it in due time. It is a measure of the strength of the taboo, against incest, however, that few of the parents who do recognize the need for open discussion and explanation of sexual matters would dream of warning their children against incest.
Incest is simply not mentioned in our society. But it exists, and this refusal to admit its existence seems especially disturbing when considered alongside the following statement by Wayland Young: It is clear that brother-sister incest happens mainly in families where no one has got around to telling the children they shouldn't do it.
If one can imagine a situation where no one tells the children anything at all about what they should and shouldn't do, and where, the school does not either, it is easy to imagine that there would be little against incest.
It would be hard to find a more accurate description of the home-situation that led to Pearl's incest with her older brother.
As she has mentioned, Pearl was never allowed to forget that day she was discovered in incestuous intercourse. Her father constantly berated her for it. He falsely accused her of sexual promiscuity with boys her own age. And he had driven from their home the only member of the family toward whom she had felt any affection ... her brother Clay.
Pearl had once felt no emotion for her father; now she both hated and despised him, and his actions convinced her that he felt the same toward her. She began to change.
When her mother and father harangued her before a neighboring couple for the "sin" she had committed, her interlude with Clay became a matter of common knowledge; and so, of course, did the reason for his departure. This made her an object of scorn and ridicule among girls her own age, a sexual target for boys, and was the greatest reason behind the sudden charge in her character.
The sexual promiscuity of which she had been accused soon became fact.
Sensing that her father was far more concerned with the "shame" she had brought upon the family than he was with her welfare, Pearl used her sexual looseness as a weapon with which she could strike back at him for the constant beatings she suffered at his hands. She saw that the destruction of her own reputation hurt him far worse than it did her (in her own eyes, at least), and she used it against him.
While it may be that Pearl was convinced of the "sinfulness" of the act she had committed, and was subconsciously punishing herself by degrading herself sexually and encouraging further punishment from her father, it is also true that she soon recognized the frustrated sexual desires hidden behind the sadistic actions of her father.
"The biological significance of it (sadism) seems to lie in the need for overcoming the resistance of the sexual object by means other than the process of wooing," Freud once wrote. Although Pearl would have been the last to think of it in such terms, she did see that her father was struggling, at times, with his own sexual desires.
When Pearl realized that her father wanted her just as badly as Clay had wanted her, but was terrified at the thought of acting on his desires, she lost all fear of him. She began to torment him by openly flaunting her sexuality, by taunting him with the open revelation of sexual escapades, some real, some imagined.
Though this infuriated her father, the beatings were made bearable by the knowledge that he was suffering the pain of his frustration. Besides, the beatings came anyway, submissive though she might be.
Then came the day when Pearl realized she was capable of inflicting the ultimate in pain, shame and humiliation on the father she hated; she needed only to entangle him in the same web of incest which had caused him to treat her so cruelly.
In the conclusion of this case, Pearl tells how she came to realize this and how it was accomplished.
"Pa was half slumbering there on the straw beside me, sleepin' it off like a lot of older fellows do after they've had themselves a little. Takes them a while to get it back up. I lifted his soft pecker with my hand, let it fall back between his legs. He opened his eyes, looking at me with a mean glare.
"Can't you get no lead in your pencil, Pa?' I asked, getting up on my knees beside him and bending over so that my big knockers hung down through the wide opening at the front of my unbuttoned dress. I looked mockingly down at his limp peter. 'Thought you was a real stud. Thought you could :ride a girl raw-assed. Looks to me like you ain't nothin' but a one-shot pistol,' I laughed.
"I doubt the man was ever born could give you enough,' he said hatefully. 'But just you wait ... '
"Ain't no sense in waitin,' I said, knowing I had to keep him here a good while longer. I had to keep him here until everything fell into place. 'I reckon maybe you could get it up if I sucked you off a little. You reckon so?' I said.
"So you're that, too,' he said, like he was talking about a murderer or something. But I felt his pecker swelling a little as he spat, 'A filthy cocksucker! You've gotten that low!'
"Ain't nothin' filthy about it ... unless maybe it's your pecker,' I threw right back at him. I noticed he wasn't exactly fightin' to get away. 'You gonna tell me Ma don't never suck it a little ... '
"Keep her name out of your filthy mouth!' he snapped, and I just smiled real easy at him as I bent low over his pecker and said, 'I ain't no filthier'n you, Pa. Remember? Me, you and Clay, we're all in the same boat. Or should I say family? And this ... ' I kissed his pecker. ' ... this is just a little fun among kinfolk.'
"Before he had a chance to do any more arguing, I lifted his pecker and put the head of it between my lips. That stopped anything he might've meant to say. He just choked on his words as his pecker began slowly losing its softness in my mouth. I made myself imagine that it was the pecker of another man-any man but him-and that made it easier and more fun to give him a good and proper blow-job.
"I sure as hell wouldn't kiss him on the lips, but kissing and sucking on his pecker was different. It was part of what I was doing to him. I made the most of it.
"With his dick all soft and shrunk down like it was, I was able to get most all of it in my mouth. I used my lips to make a soft cushion over my teeth, so they wouldn't scrape him, and then I just opened wide and gobbled down on his pecker. It had a little hardness in it, and more getting there all the time, and that kept me from bein' able to put it all in my mouth; besides, even soft, it was a pretty good-sized dick.
"But I managed to take it down far enough into my mouth that the tip of it was poking me right near my throat, and then I just eased my way back up his prod, keeping my lips around it like a tight little hairless cunt and sucking so hard on it that I tasted a little come being oozed into-my mouth. That went right on down my throat.
"His pecker was hard as a rock by the time I'd gone down on it and sucked my way back up for the third time, and I could feel his hands pawing me all over. One of them was under me, holding tight to the soft white flesh of my naked tit, and the other one was between my legs, up on my cunt.
"He had tossed the skirt of my dress up over my ass, leaving me stark naked down there, and his hand was rubbing away at my cunt. He'd bruised me up pretty good with the hard way he'd put the pecker to me earlier, but his hand felt surprisingly good as it rubbed across the lips of my cunt. I opened my legs for him.
"My cunt was damp inside and out from the come he'd dumped in me, and from the steam I was working up as I mouthed his pecker, and I reckon that's what all at once gave me the idea of wanting him to eat my cunt. Damn! ... what an idea!
"A filthy cocksucker!' he had called me, and maybe I was. But what would that make him if he ate my cunt? If he ate it now, while it was still full of his own come ... what would that make him? I didn't know, but I knew he'd remember it every time he thought of me. He'd remember the taste of sticky flesh. The taste of his own cock, maybe, and he'd be too ashamed to even think of me as 'a filthy cocksucker!'
"But he had to do it without me asking. It would be better that way. He'd have only himself to blame whenever he remembered the way he'd sucked at my cunt and tasted the thick cream from his own pecker, the way he'd licked and sucked at my cunt and went after ...
"As I sucked at his rock-hard pecker, I felt myself getting hot and horny just from the thought of having him stick his tongue up my cunt ... up the wet cunt he was rubbing. But I wasn't going to ask.
"I didn't have to. I'd learned from experience what most men will do when they're having their pecker sucked, especially if a girl has enough brains to make it a little easier for them. So I just made it a little easier for Pa to eat my cunt.
"I just shifted myself around, like I was trying to find a position that would make it easier for me to suck him off, and then I just lifted one leg and threw it across him, so I was straddling him with my cunt right above his face. Then I went right on sucking him off, but slower, so he'd be a long time coming.
"I doubt that the old bastard had ever thought of sucking a pussy before-that's how pious the old son of a bitch was-or, if he'd ever thought about it. He was too big a hypocrite to admit it to anyone, even the woman who owned the cunt. But now he had one staring him in the face.
"And my mind was made up that he was going to eat it.
"I braced myself above him by putting both my hands on the thick patch of hair above his pecker, my fingers spread and my thumbs just touching the thick base of it, and I bent down and touched my tongue to the tip of it. It wobbled a little as I licked at the tip of it, so I steadied it with the fingers of one hand. He lifted his hips a little, trying, I reckon, to get me to take his pecker all the way back in my mouth. But this was my ballgame, and we were playing by my rules.
"I just kept on licking his cock, running my tongue all they way down the sides, around the head, flicking the big blue vein with my tongue, and I moved my ass from side to side above his face. He had his arms sort of wrapped around my legs, reaching under me with both hands to tug at my knockers, and I was beginning to think maybe he wouldn't eat it. So I spread my knees wider and lowered my cunt down closer to his face. Holding his pecker against the side of my throat with one hand, I leaned way down past it and began working on his nuts. I sucked hairy, wrinkled flesh between my lips, nipped it teasingly with my teeth, licked it with quick little strokes of the tip of my tongue, and I felt one of his hands leave my tit.
"It went between my open thighs, rubbed them a little, and then moved up. I felt his lips touch my legs, one, then the other, way down by my knees. He kissed me a little higher as his hand touched my pussy. Then higher still. I felt him spread the lips of my cunt. His head lifted higher between my thighs, rolling from side to side as he kissed his way closer to the cunt he was spreading with his fingers. His hand left, went back to my knocker, and I felt his warm breath spreading over my inner thighs, close to my gash.
"I put my mouth back over the head of his cock and began sucking it as his hands left my tits and moved back to the cheeks of my ass.
"And then I lowered my rear until I felt the first touch of his lips against my gash. He'd never call me a cocksucker again, I knew. He kissed it like he was afraid it was going to bite him or something, just holding himself up between my thighs with his face barely touching the lips of my cunt. Or maybe he was just checking to see if he liked the taste. But whatever it was he soon got over it.
"As I began sucking his cock in dead earnest, mouthing the head of it like I was starving to death and using the fingers of both hands to beat off the rod of it and tease his nuts, I felt him start eating my cunt like he'd been raised on it. If this was the first time he'd ever eaten gash, all I can say is that he was born with a talent for it.
"He pressed his face up into the wet lips of my cunt, licking me like I'd never been licked before. His tongue moved like a wet little pecker. It crawled around the tight outer lips. It pried them open and went between them. It moved in and out like a cock. His head moved between my legs, dragging that tongue back and forth through my cunt, and once he pressed his face so deep into the wet trench that I even felt his nose go between the lips. I let my weight shift so that my cunt was pressing down on his face, pushing his head down beneath me. I raised my head from his pecker.
"Suck my cunt good, Pa,' I said, grinding it against his face. I wanted him to remember for the rest of his life every last detail of what we'd done today. I tightened my thighs around him. 'Suck every last drop of come out of it. There! Suck it like that!'
"He was damned sure doing as he was told.
"His lips were fastened tight over my cunt, pulling hard at the slimy flesh, and his mouth made funny noises as he tried to suck the juice back out of me. I felt the stiff little bud at the front of my cunt get itself sucked into his hungry mouth, and the good feeling of it caused me to get a hunger of my own. I fed that hunger with a big mouthful of his pecker.
"His tongue was giving me a good case of the-hot-and-hornies. It was settled on the little button of my clit now, licking it up good and proper, and I returned the favor by skinning his cock with my lips. With my mouth moving up and down his pecker in a steady bobbing that I knew would bring him off in my mouth before very long, I let my hips pump above his mouth in a fuck-like roll that would do the same for me. In a matter of seconds, it did just that.
"I busted loose right in his mouth, squirming and wiggling like crazy, and he kept right on a-sucking at my cunt. He still had me coming when I felt his pecker spew its thick cream into my mouth and down my throat. When the last of it was swallowed and his mouth had fallen away from my cunt, I turned around and put my arms around him, snuggling up close ... just like I liked him.
"Now that he'd gotten his nuts off for the second time, I knew he'd be wantin' to leave. Just like any man leaves a woman once he's done with her, he'd be ready to walk out.
"And I had to keep him there.
"That was good, Pa,' I said, changing the tone of my voice so I sounded like a purring kitten. 'Real good. You're a real man, sure enough.' I pressed my whole body against him, like I was trying to get right inside his skin.
"At first, I thought he was gonna pull away and leave me. But he was sufferin' that kind of tiredness most men go through after a good hump, and he just settled back into my arms again. I even thought I saw him smile.
"While I locked my legs around him and stroked the back of his head with my fingers, I started giving him a big line of horse manure about how he was the best piece I'd ever had, telling him that I'd really always wanted him to put the pecker to me, and talking about how we could do it all the time from now on.
"Well, the man ain't born who don't like to hear that kind of talk, so before long he was snuggling up with his face resting against my knockers, eatin' my words up just like he'd ate my cunt, and even puttin' in a few of his own. He wasn't in no hurry to get away anymore, and I just kept right on sweet talking him until he dropped off to sleep with his head resting against my knockers.
"If everything turned out like I'd planned it, it was going to happen pretty damn soon, I figured. While I waited, I held him real easy, so he wouldn't wake up and I thought about how I'd first got the idea of doing what. I was doing. Strange I hadn't thought of it a long time .before. But I hadn't. Not until the night before ... when Henry had made me see just how possible it was.
"I'd snuck out of the house after supper and met Henry on down the road from our house, and we'd drove on over to his place. Les, his little brother, was the only one there, and we'd gone right on in the bedroom and stripped for action. Les, too, because Henry said he was apt to tell the folks if he didn't get a-little pussy for himself. I figured that was just an excuse to cut his little brother in, but I didn't argue about it. I'd had a lot more than two run a train on me before, and Henry knew it.
"Les was just fourteen, four years younger than Henry, a skinny little fellow with sandy hair and freckles, and he was impatient as all get out. He was pawing on my tits 'fore I even had a chance to get on the bed, and I expected to see come start squirtin' out of his hard little pecker any second.
"Henry just laughed and pushed him away from me and said, 'Don't go gettin' your bowels in no uproar, boy. Ain't nobody said a word about you goin' first.' He got down on the bed beside me and put his hand between my legs. 'I don't fuck after no man. Especially after all the trouble I hadda go to t' get Pearl here, away from that bastard Pa of hers.' Pa had used a shotgun to chase Henry off our place one time, and Henry, big as he was, was scared to death of him.
"Well, get it on then, huh?' Les said, prancing around, nervous as could be. He looked at me. 'I'm horny as hell. You gonna fuck 'er or ain't you?' He rubbed his balls with both hands.
"Henry ignored him. 'I know why the old motherfucker tries to keep you cooped up like a chicken,' he said. He rubbed my cunt. 'He's jealous 'cause he ain't gettin' none of this. He can't get his, so he thinks everybody else oughta go hungry. That's what! You think I ain't never seen the way the horny old shit looks at you? In town last week, I ...'
'If you ain't gonna fuck 'er, why not let me take firsts?' Les interrupted, and he was begging so hard I laughed. But Henry had set me to thinking. I patted the bed beside me. 'There's room for three,' I said. 'And I know a way you both can go first. But let me hear this, okay?' I put my hand on his pecker as he scampered into bed beside me.
"The man just wants to fuck you, ain't no more to it,' Henry said, and just shut up about it. He was ready to fuck.
"It come to me in a flash that Henry was right. All this time, these three years, while Pa'd been whippin' me, yellin' at me and wantin' to know where I'd been and who I'd been lettin' do it to me now, he'd been just gettin' himself all worked up and horny, and he was dying for a piece of my tail. Dying for it. Right then I could see his face and the expression that was always on it when he beat me, and I knew for certain that Henry was right.
"How we both gonna go first?' Les asked, bringing me back to the present, where I lay between them on the bed, one of my hands on each of their hard peckers. Henry was kissing me in the dark hair above my cunt. Les was on his side, holding my knocker and looking like he was trying to get up enough nerve to lean down and suck it.
"You ever had your pecker sucked, little fellow?' I asked, and I jacked my hand up and down it a couple of times. He was shaking as he said, 'Sure I've had it sucked ... lotsa times,' and I knew he was lying, trying to play big.
"Henry laughed as I said, 'Then you know how you're both gonna be first,' and he moved around and made room for me as I got on my knees with my hair and my knockers hanging down beneath me and got ready to suck his little brother's pecker. All three of us knew he was just bragging, that this was going to be his first blow-job.
"So I made it a good one.
"He was so tight and nervous that I had to use my hands to pry his skinny little legs apart before I could get my facedown between them and lick him on the nuts, and when I raised up a little and touched one of my nipples to the head of his dick, he moaned and squirmed so bad, I thought he was going to come right open. I felt Henry behind me.
"He was settling himself in against my ass, get ting ready to fuck me from behind, and his pecker was hot and hard as it banged against the insides of my legs. His hands were on my waist, raising me the way he wanted me, and his cock-hairs felt rough on my naked butt. I liked the feel of them, so I wiggled my butt. Then I turned my head to look at the face of his little brother. It was red as a sun burn.
"All them other blow-jobs you had been slow and good like this one?' I asked, teasing him. 'Or do most of your girls just get a big mouthful of pecker and suck it till you get off? You rather I just blow you fast?' I watched his head roll from side to side as I worked the skin of his pecker with my fingers. He tried to answer, but just tangled himself up on the words. I licked the head of his pecker.
"You got the kid so horny he'll spend the next month beatin' his meat,' Henry laughed from behind me. He reached beneath me and got a hand on my knocker, touched the head of his pecker to my cuntlips, and said, 'Better take him off, else he'll go crazy.'
"So I went ahead and took him off.
"He snorted and squirmed around on the bed as I sucked onto the head of his long slim pecker, and I tasted a drop of come as it seeped into my mouth. He was really hot. I used every trick I knew to make him hotter-teasing his nuts with my fingers, tongue swirls on the head of his prick, slow, drawn-out suckings-and I had myself almost worked to the point of coming when I felt Henry give me the first heavenly shove of his cock.' He really put it deep.
"I think I'm gettin' ready ... I think I'm ... ' Les whinnied, his thin hips bucking as I bobbed my lips faster over his prick, and then he came in my mouth. I kept right on sucking, while Henry fucked away at me from behind. My cunt was warming to his touch.
"As I sucked thirstily at the thick come pouring from the pecker of the young boy beneath me, I could feel the bigger cock of the older one plowing through the wet flesh of my cunt, really pouring it on. He knew how I liked it. With hard pushes he hammered the head of his prick against the rear of my cunt and brought his hairy nuts swinging in between my legs. Henry knew that I liked it. That was why he gave it to me that way.
"And Les, like most young boys can do, got his right back up again. It had gone half-soft inside my mouth as he lost the last of his come, but my fingers on his balls and my tongue on his prick brought it right back to life. By the time I felt my cunt starting to shake and shimmy around Henry's pumping cock, tightening with pure joy as I came for the first time, Les was hard as a rock and was holding the back of my head with one hand as he struggled to fuck me in the mouth; and by the time I'd gotten my rocks off for the second and then the third time, and Henry had cried out and shot so much come into me that it filled my cunt and then ran in warm streams down the insides of my thighs, the kid was going again. He came less this time and I had hardly any trouble swallowing it. Hardly any trouble at all.
"It was late when I got home, and I knew I was going to catch it for certain. But it didn't make no difference. I had my mind made up by that time, and I was just sorry I hadn't thought of it sooner. It just took Henry's proddin' to make me see all the things that'd been at the back of my mind. Like the way he'd accuse me of bein' out fucking even when he knew I couldn't have been. And the way he used to make me pull up my dress while he strapped me, back before I stood up to him and put a stop to that. The excuses he'd found to beat on me and yell at me. They all added up.
"It had been eating his goddamned guts out 'cause he'd been dying to fuck me and wasn't man enough to try. And he'd made me go through hell because of it. But never again, I promised myself.
"It was his turn to suffer a little. By the time I walked in the house I had it all figured out, and he didn't scare me a bit when he came angrily out of his chair by the fireplace and demanded, 'What you think you're doing comin' home this hour of the night? Where in tarnation you been?'
"Ma just got up and left the room, like she always did when she knowed he was going to give me a whipping. I watched her go, then said, 'You really want to hear what I been doin', not where I been, don't you, Pa? Ain't that it?' He was pulling off his belt, like he thought I'd stand there and let him use it on me. 'You'd rather I'd tell you about who I been fuckin', wouldn't you? Well, there was two of 'em, and I ... '
"You keep a civil tongue in your mouth!' he shouted, and he looked like he couldn't believe I was standing up to him like I was.
"I finished the sentence he'd interrupted. ' ... and I sucked one of 'em's pecker. Would've sucked 'em both, but one fellow liked his straight. Ain't that about what you wanted to hear?'
"Little spawn of Satan,' he sputtered. He just stood and stared at me, hating me with his eyes, wanting me with them, too. I almost laughed when I looked at the front of his britches. I walked right up to him and put my hand there.
"Ain't no use wastin' a good hard on, Pa, or just keepin' yourself horny by thinkin' 'bout it,' I said. 'Not when you and me could get together and knock some off just about any time we had a notion. We could get together down at the barn-' I saw the slap coming but didn't even try to duck.
"It knocked me a little bit backward, and caused my ears to ring, but I didn't even reach up to rub at my burning cheek. It wasn't all that bad. It was like I'd took the strength out of him somehow. I just stared right at him and said, 'Maybe I'd even go down on you, if you was to ask me real nice.'
"Just a sinful little slut,' he said, standing there like he was frozen to the spot. He-was still standing there staring at me when I walked to the door of my room. He didn't say a word when I looked back and said, 'I'll be waitin' down at the barn around four tomorrow ... just in case you want to try a little of what everybody else has been a-gettin'.' Then I went in my room and closed the door.
"And by God! ... he had showed up. And I was holding his naked body between my legs, his face against my tits, waiting for the final piece to fall in place. If it did, he'd spend the rest of his life paying for the pussy I'd given him. But it had to work, I kept telling myself over and over, it just had to.
"Then, just when I was starting to think maybe it wasn't and that I was going to have to try another time, I heard the creak of the barn door being pushed inward. Ma stepped through the door and stood there blinking as she tried to adjust her eyes to the changed light inside the barn.
"Pearl, what's all this foolishness of leaving me a note to come clear down to the ... ' She started to ask about the note she'd found when she came home, then stopped as she realized what she was seeing. Pa's eyes blinked open and he tried to sit up.
"I held him with my legs until Ma couldn't possibly doubt what she was seeing, then I let him go. He scrambled to his feet.
"You filthy son of a bitch!' she screamed at him, and she' barely noticed me as I walked past her and out the door. She was still yelling when I reached the house. I, knew it would be a lifetime before she stopped.
"I changed into the best dress I owned, combed out my hair and straightened my makeup. Then I took two hundred dollars from Pa's savings in the flour bin, put it in my purse and checked the time. I had less than an hour before the bus was due-to leave for Nashville.
"I walked out of the house and down the road that led to the world and I never once thought of looking back."
And so it was that revenge-not love or even desire-motivated Pearl to lure her father into the same incestuous situation which had led to her own punishment at his hands.
But even though Pearl was able to leave her home and family behind her, she was unable to escape the scarring memories. From Nashville she drifted through a succession of larger cities, paying her way as a prostitute. At the time she was interviewed, she was living with an experienced lesbian, also a prostitute, and felt sure she was unable to have a meaningful relationship with any man. She attributes this to her experiences with her father, and is probably correct in doing so.
It is just one example of the possible cost of sex between Daughters and Fathers.
CONCLUSION
Are the taboos against sexual intercourse between members of the same family-especially the taboo against coitus between parent and offspring, most certainly the strongest restriction of all-falling by the wayside? is the liberal society which spawned organized mate-swapping and which has now clearly accepted the fact that sexual acts between consenting adults are not a matter of legalities now ready to relinquish its control over the intra-family mating of those who choose to do so? Are daughter and father marriages (assuming that the father is otherwise free) a possibility of the future?
While these questions may at first sound absurd when one considers the attitude of the average person toward the subject of incest, they gain a certain degree of plausibility when one reads a history of incest before attempting to answer them.
Wayland Young, M.P., a member of the House of Lords, who has been quoted previously in this book, has compiled a fascinating study of the varying attitudes toward incest throughout the history of the world. It is from this study that I now quote.
Among the Incas and certain other pre-literate societies, and at times in Ancient Egypt, incest was permitted or even encouraged among royalty, and in many bellicose tribes intercourse between family members was (and still is) encouraged before battle, in the belief that it makes the soldiers braver.
But at other times and in other places, the taboo has been exceptionally strong, as Young points out: In the tenth and eleventh centuries in Europe, marriage was prohibited by canon law between anything up to sixth cousins; in other words, as far as, and perhaps sometimes farther than, the family records could reach.
It was only in 1918 that Roman Catholic canon law got around to allowing third cousins to marry, and it still does not allow first cousins to do so. It has always been easy to get dispensation from these provisions, but they were, and are there.
The penalty for incest has been death at various times and places, and is still prison, though in most civilized countries now, the forces of law and order are as quick to send an offender to a psychiatrist as to exact the full rigor.
Brother-sister incest was, oddly enough, not a criminal offense in England between 1660 and 1908, but was only an offense at the Canon Law.
Thus it can be seen that the taboo against incest has been a changing thing, the seriousness of the offense and the severity of the punishment being subject to the whims of those who at a given moment in history are charged with enforcement of the moral code.
While acceptance of sexual intercourse between a father and his daughter is most likely beyond what our society is capable of writing into its moral code at any time in the foreseeable future, it is certain that we are now in one of those periods in time when the punishment meted out to those who commit incest is less severe than it has been in the past.
But the revulsion felt by the average person toward those who are discovered in incest remains strong. Why is this so?
Each of us has heard tales of the dire results of inbreeding. Writers refer to the Habsburgs, and tell of villages where incest prevails and nobody is quite sane. Or the villagers are deformed, and perhaps most children die at birth. We all recall tales of gloomy castles with crazy hermits screaming in the night. These are the things we mentally connect with the word "incest."
Others before us have made similar connections. The Zulus, for instance, believed that the spirits of their ancestors would turn the offspring born of incest into demonic monsters. The Mojave Indians held to the belief that incest foretold the extinction of the tribe, like mass suicide. The Tikopians of Polynesia believed incestuous marriages would be barren, that the offspring must surely die; the ancestors would kill them, they believed, because the other ancestors would laugh.
Genetic evidence regarding birth defects directly resulting from incest is extremely complicated, and still uncertain. The theoretical genetics of consanguinity (inbreeding) can be set out clearly enough, however. Put quite simply, it is this: We are all bred from the same ancestors; if this were not so, the population of the world a thousand years ago would have had to be a thousand times what it is now in order to give us enough ancestors.
We therefore quite often marry relatives without being aware of it. The likelihood of our meeting up with a destructive recessive gene which matches our own increases in a straight line from our most distant cousin to our own brother or sister, mother or father. But it is a slight increase only.
What has a much greater effect on the genetic structure, and increases or decreases the chance of deformation or retardation accordingly, is the amount of inbreeding that has taken place among earlier generations of the family.
If cousin marriage, or incest between brother and sister, father and daughter, or any of the other variations possible has been fairly common among our ancestors, we run no great risk of having less than normal offspring by our cousin, or sister, or daughter than by anyone else.
But if we live in a society where the restrictions against incest have long been strong, as they have been in America, England and most of Europe, where even marriage between cousins is frowned upon, if not illegal, then our chances of having substandard children as the result of incestuous pregnancy will be greatly increased.
That, at least, is the theory. Current research does indeed seem to show it reflected in reality. But none of this can have been visible to our ancestors, against the background of disease and death which prevailed when we were learning our present sexual customs; thus the strong taboo against incest must have another origin than this. The origin itself may also explain the varying strength of the taboo at different times and in different places.
Man is the only animal who recognizes his own kin once they are grown. At the point in his story when we learned to do this, and the concepts of sister, mother, daughter, father and son were formed, we began to distinguish, and endogamy and exogamy began. When two things are different, you treat them differently.
Since a marriage within the family added less strength or wealth or skill than a marriage which brought a new member into the unit, it was soon seen that incest should be discouraged, if only for reasons of survival. Among most groups it was. Among other tribes and groups, those whose survival was not so dependent on the strength of the family unit, the taboo was less strong. This probably accounts for the differences in the taboo among the cultures of today.
Feeling against incest has fluctuated throughout history, and it may be that we are now entering a period when enforcement against the taboo is on the wane. It would be wrong to conclude, however, that incest will be accepted by our culture. For, while the threat of genetic complications may have been exaggerated-and the commission of incest may be more common than previously thought-society will continue to exclude any act which fails to recognize the foundation upon which society itself is built: the family unit.
And the taboo against incest will be violated by those who choose to do so, just as it has been violated throughout history-by brothers and sisters, by mothers and sons by daughters and fathers.
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