" ... It wasn't difficult to get my father to lay me. It was during last summer, and I was attending special classes at school for extra credits.
"My father suggested to my mother that she take Bob, my little brother, to her mother's farm for a week's vacation. I could not go because I was in school. Although mom wanted a vacation and a visit with her parents, she hesitated to leave me 'to run wild.' But after much persuasion by dad, and with his solemn promise to look after me and not leave me to do as I pleased, she reluctantly agreed to the plans.
"I disliked visiting with relatives and tried to avoid going to my grandparents' farm, but mom insisted that I ride down with the family so my grandparents could see me and I could pay my due respects. Dad and I left mom and my little brother at the farm and started home. It was on the return trip that dad began his questioning.
"'Di' honey,' he began, 'you know, you're getting to be quite a young lady. Tell me, have any of your dates tried to have sex with you? Not that I care, mind you, because I realize that girls your age have sexual urges. It's only that I want you to be careful and not get pregnant. Have you-have you ever had intercourse with a boy?'
"'No, daddy,' I lied. 'I've never let a boy do anything like that to me.' The nerve of him! Did I ask him how many times a week he screwed mom? Why tell him I had lost my cherry at thirteen and had been fucked dozens of times since then? It was none of his business.
"My reply seemed to surprise dad, and he glanced curiously at me. 'Well, if and when you do let a boy do it to you, make sure he wears a rubber. I suppose you know what a rubber is, don't you?'
"'Of course, daddy,' I said, smiling. 'After all, we do have sex education in school, though I've never seen one close up ... '
"Looking back on the chain of events, I suppose it was about then-right there in the car-that I made up my mind-to seduce my father. I knew it wouldn't be away from the house. I also knew that hots for me. I could tell by the way he glanced at me sometimes, with a look of longing in his eyes, especially when I was in shorts or wearing a bikini. And so I made up my mind to get him to fuck me. Why not? He was a good-looking guy in his late thirties, and the fact that he was my father didn't bother me in the least. Yes, I would get him to fuck me, but I'd have to be careful about how I went about it. I decided to act real innocent and await the proper moment, the right opportunity, for action.
"Dad didn't say any more about sex until after we got home and had eaten supper. Then, while we were in the living room, dad asked me if I'd like to see a rubber. I said yes, and he went into the bedroom and came back with one. Unrolling it and letting it dangle, he held it out for me to feel, and said, 'I could show you better if I put it on a real penis. But we know that's impossible.' He laughed nervously. 'I don't suppose you've ever seen a real penis? No, of course not ...'
"I could really have told him something then, but instead, I continued with my little Miss Innocence act, at the same time getting a nasty thrill over what we were doing. I also decided to shock him a bit.
" 'No? daddy,' I said, 'they don't show us real cocks in sex education class. Oh, this rubber feels so slick and smooth!'
"Dad's eyes widened at my mention of the word 'cock' and he asked me where I had heard such a 'dirty' word. And did I know anymore?
" 'Oh, Daddy,' I said, laughing, 'words like "cock," "peter," "fuck" and "cunt" are written all over the school walls. Naturally a girl can't help but see them. That's when I threw out the invitation. 'What I'd like to see is a real cock, one that's big and hard.'
"My emotional reaction up to this point was once of combined pleasure and some guilt. I also sensed dad's intense pleasure in the discussion. I, too, felt that I was indulging in forbidden pleasure, and as wrong as I felt it to be, I had no desire to terminate what we were doing.
"Dad became very excited when I said that I'd like to see a real cock, and I could see the front of his pants begin to jerk as his prick began to harden--only I pretended not to notice a thing as I began rolling up the rubber. I could almost see the little wheels of his mind spinning and I knew what he was thinking. If only he made the right decision. I didn't want to ask to ask to see his cock ...
" 'Honey lamb,' dad said, almost in a whisper, 'would you like to see my penis? You can even slip the rubber on it if you want! Would you like that?'
"'Oh yes, daddy, I would,' I said, pretending excitement. 'I'd just love to play with your cock. Will you make it get big and hard for me?'
"Grinning stupidly, dad stood up. 'Let's go into the bedroom,' he croaked in an odd voice. 'I'll lie on the bed and let you look at it-and you can play with it.'
"I followed him into the bedroom and, sitting on the side of the bed, watched him lie down and unzip the front of his trousers; then he pulled out his prick, which was very large and very hard. It was truly the biggest prick I had ever seen, and I immediately wondered how it would feel to have that lovely thing shoved between my legs. I leaned closer and stared at the eight-inch pillar of flesh. Then dad reached into his pants and pulled out his balls, after which he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his peter.
"He said, 'Doesn't it feel warm? Hold it tightly, but don't squeeze it. Ahh, that's the way. Now move your hand up and down; that's how a man is masturbated. That's something you'll have to do to your husband after you're married. Th-That's the way, honey ... just keep doing it like that.'
"It was obvious that he was undergoing an intensely pleasurable experience, and I must confess, my own pussy was beginning to twitch. I decided to hurry things up. I wanted his prick in my cunt, not in my hand.
"Dad said, his voice quivering, 'See, baby, how your movements pull the foreskin back over the head? Ahhhh ... that feels good. But don't stop, sweetie. Keep jack-keep masturbating me ....'
" 'But, daddy,' I said sweetly, 'don't you want me to put the rubber on you? I know from sex education class that when a man gets excited his cock spits out semen. You don't want to come all over the bed, do you, daddy?'
"Daddy laughed crazily. 'That's right. I forgot about that. Okay, baby. Put the rubber on me and then you can finish masturbating me-and honey, would you mind if ... if I played between your legs while you masturbate me?'
"HA! Dear old dad was getting more daring! There was a hint of a plea in his voice as he said, 'Wouldn't you like me to finger it a little? Wouldn't you like that?'
"I looked straight into his eyes. 'Oh yes, I'd like that, daddy,' I said. 'but you've got to promise you won't tell mom or anyone else if I let you finger-fuck me!'
"Dad sat up on the bed and smiled. 'Finger-fuck!' he echoed. 'Say, are you sure no boy's ever gotten in your pants?'
"It was my turn to smile. 'I didn't say that I had never let a boy diddle me with his finger. But do you promise?' I knew he couldn't tell anyone, but I wanted to keep on with my 'gullible' act.
" 'Great Scott! No, darling!' dad exclaimed-and I felt he was marveling at my 'innocence.' 'I wouldn't dream of telling anybody. How could I?'
"'You promise?' I insisted.
"'Of course, I promise, my little dear. This is only between you and me. Nobody will ever know.'
"He put his arm around me and I squirmed and giggled as he gently squeezed my firm breasts. Oh, how I wanted his cock in my cunt, but I knew I couldn't rush matters. As it was, I knew I was making progress, particularly when he said, 'Tell you what, sweetie, let's take our clothes off. We'll be more comfortable that way. I'd just love to see you naked.'
"Giggling, I said I thought that was a good idea, but, wanting to tease him a little and not wanting to seem too anxious (which I was), I hung back with pseudoshyness and said, 'I feel too shy to let you see me naked, daddy. I'd be so embarrassed!'
" 'There's nothing to feel shy about, little lovely,' daddy coaxed, squeezing one of my thighs. 'After all, you'll be seeing me naked ...'
"Feeling sorry for him, I said, 'All right, daddy. Let's get undressed.'
"I pretended nervousness as I unbuttoned my halter and slipped out of my bra; then I stepped out of my shorts and panties. I enjoyed being naked, liked having my father look at me. Sitting down on the bed, I wanted to laugh at the look on his face. Bug-eyed, the poor man was drooling as he reached out to touch me, but I pulled away, covering my breasts with my arms and giggling.
"'No, daddy,' I laughed, 'you undress and let me put the rubber on you; then you can finger my cunt while I work on your peter. Come on now, daddy, take your clothes off.'
"It took dad only half a minute or so to get out of his clothes, and then he too was naked. He had a lot of hair on his chest, and a big black wad of it around his prick, which now stood out like a miniature flagpole. It was certainly some fucker!
"Dad lay down on the bed once more, and I sat down beside him, opening my thighs. Sooner than you could say 'Fuck me!' he had a finger in my pussy, and I proceeded to roll the rubber over his peter, leaving some looseness in the head for his come. Then we went to work on each other, I masturbating him like friggin' was going out of style (and pulling on his balls at the same time), and he finger-fucking me. I was becoming very excited when daddy cried, 'I'm-I-I'm almost r-ready. A little harder-ahhh, I'm c-cominggggg ... '
"I felt his cock expand in my hand and watched in fascination as his come began spurting into the rubber, great gobs of it leaping out, seeking freedom. All too quickly it was over. Daddy sighed and continued to move his finger around in my cunt. I leaned over and placed my head on daddy's chest. 'You've got me so excited, daddy ... so excited ... .'
"'I know,' he whispered. 'I'll keep fingering you untul you come-all right?'
"It was now I put the second part of my plan into operation. 'I was thinking about what we learned in sex education class,' I said slyly. 'I mean what some husbands do to their wives with their mouth. What do they call it? Cunna ... cunna ...? Now I remember: cunnilingus.'
"I hadn't been taught anything of the kind at school, but had read about pussy nibbling in a book I had bought at the newsstand, but what daddy didn't know couldn't cause him any pain-so what was the diff?
"Daddy looked down at me in astonishment. 'They-they've told you about that at school! Jesus Christ! What's the world coming to?' Then he smiled in a funny sort of way and licked his lips. I don't know whether he licked his lips because they were dry, or because his taste buds were watering for a taste of my cunt! Anyhow, he said, in a nervous sort of voice, 'You little minx you, are you asking me to lick you down there?' I swear, he was almost panting in lust.
"'If you want to, daddy.' I said with pretended bashfulness. I knew he would want to, because what adult man doesn't want to eat a young and tender cunt? It seemed to me that was all boys my own age wanted to do! I don't know what's so fascinating about a girl's pussy, but the minute a girl gets parked with a boy, right off, that's the first thing he wants to do: eat her box, then cram his cock down her throat. I swear that with all the pussy and prick eating going on in the world, fucking will some day become extinct. Personally I don't mind going down on a boy, but it can't be just any boy. I have to like him a lot before I'll suck on his cock, but I'll let any boy eat my hair-pie.
"Getting back to dear old dad. He got to his knees by the side of the bed, so worked up sexually that he actually shook. He had removed the rubber and wiped off his cock, and I could see that he had another juicy hard on. He said, in a low voice, 'Baby, you lie sideways on the bed, and put your legs over my shoulders. No-NO! Not yet. For now-open your legs wide and let me admire you first.'
"I complied with dad's request and, lying back on the bed, opened my thighs, gratified to see him leering at my cunt, at the luxuriant growth that was my pubic hair. Finally he began brushing his lips through the shining yellow-gold curls, all the while muttering, 'Lovely-lovely ...'
"He decided to go to work and get some of my juice. Reaching up, he divided the fat, pink lips of my cunt, disclosing the reddish interior, and glued his mouth to them, his tongue curling around my clitoris.
"I laughed softly. 'My, what a wet kiss, daddy!'
"But he was beside himself with passion. He put his arms around me, his fingers sinking into the soft cushions of my behind, and drew me closer. Presently I felt my first true sexual impulse. It was nice to think of my dad sucking me down there. Then very slowly I began to experience a tingling sensation-rather faint at first and barely distinguishable from a slight itching. But very slowly it became a definite pleasure, increasing almost imperceptibly in intensity, until I reached the stage when I knew I liked it and wanted it to go on to a big come.
"I knew that daddy was also aware of my sensations. He had to be. With his mouth he could feel my pussy warming up under the gentle influence of his titillating tongue. He had to be feeling my clitoris swelling and expanding. Sort of involuntarily, I stretched my legs wider, and my hands went out to rest on dad's hair. Putting my legs over his shoulders, I tugged at his head with my hands, pulling more of his sucking mouth into my cunt-at least it felt that way.
"'Oh, I like that, daddy, but be careful back there,' I cooed, feeling him insert a finger into my rectum-the nasty old man! But I loved it ...
"For several minutes he continued to suck away, while he turned his finger in my bungy hole; then he surprised me by getting to his feet, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and staring at me.
"'What-are you looking at, daddy?' I asked as he lay down beside me.
"'At your titties, sweetie,' he said huskily. 'You've got lovely breasts. They're like two large globes of alabaster crowned with two fresh strawberries.'
"'Ah, daddy, you sound like a poet. Tell me more; I love to hear you talk like that.'
"Actually, dad is a very intelligent man, and I guess he does have a lot of 'poet' in him. Perhaps that's why he's one of the leading decorators in Hammond-and I'm not talking about house painting either. I mean dad's an interior decorator.
"Daddy smiled. 'so you want to hear more, do you? Well now, let me see ... You do have beautiful nipples. They're very pink and just right for sucking. You don't mind if I suck them,-do you?'
"Without waiting for me to say, 'I wish you would* he buried his face in the deep warm valley between my two soft snowy globes, inhaling their fragrance and fondling them madly. My daddy, he sure loved to suck titties-but what man doesn't.
"I laughed softly, deliciously, as dad commenced to suck my nipples. But finally, he got to his knees between my legs and began staring at my cunt once more. I found it most amusing. 'Tell me, daddy, what do you see?' I asked.
"Kissing my pussy, he said, 'Your curls down here are tight and crisp and feel silky. Your lips are a deep pink and closed together so tightly as to leave just the merest hint of a slit between them. And this'-he pressed his finger on my bung hole-'reminds me of a crinkled rosebud,' He parted my cunt lips, and I could feel his fingers working at the top of the cleft. 'Ahhh, this is' nice. You have a lovely clitoris and it's very hard. I think you need my tongue some more ... '
"I'll say one thing for my father: he sure liked to look at my pussy. I lay quietly and let him examine my most secret parts, waiting patiently for him to resume his sucking. Presently, seeing he was apparently in no hurry, I raised my left leg and, winding it around his neck, drew his face forcibly forward between my wide-stretched thighs, till it was buried in the perfumed curls of my cunt.
" 'Daddy, don't look so hard!' I exclaimed with a naughty smile, exerting some strength and forcing him thereby to keep his mouth glued to my sex-lips. Then, as he thrust out his tongue and began sucking me, I drew my leg away and lay in complete repose. Ahhhh, presently I felt him forcing his tongue inside my rectum, and I smiled sweetly, whispering, 'Daddy, you're such a wonderful nasty man-OH! T-That's good ... ' A delicious thrill coursed through me as I felt his tongue inside my rectum. After several long moments, I felt him draw it out, and then I thrilled and shivered again as I felt it enter my bubbling vagina. But frankly, I wanted him to hurry up and make me come. You see, I waa not only getting all worked up and anxious to have a comsie, but I was also becoming impatient for dad's cock. Somehow, it seemed only right that I blow him before he fucked me. Maybe he didn't know it then (though he told me several days later that he felt he'd get to it), but he was going to stick that lovely, hard thing in me. In my cunt and in my mouth! As hot as dad was, I knew it would be easy for me to talk' him into showing me how wives are supposed to go down on their husbands, realizing my asking him to show me would ease his conscience. I was sensible enough to know that a stiff peter is never bothered by conscience-until it gets soft. And dear old daddy would have to give some kind of excuse to himself after we had finished with our fun. Too, I knew I would enjoy blowing dad's big fucker. Even thinking about it made me want to grab his cock with my teeth and bite it off! Isn't that silly. But truthfully, I was that anxious to suck him off ...
"Right then and there, I began to experience all those delicious sensations associated with sexual delight. They seemed to be overpowering me, and I began feeling a little dazed and giddy with the intensity of the rapture. Oh boy! The way my father could suck a cunt. No wonder he and mom got along so well! I closed my eyes, because .the room began to spin; at the same time, I seemed to be sinking into a vast ocean of bliss. I-"
Of all the moral taboos (ancient and contemporary) inherent in our Western culture, none are more deeply imbedded than those against incest, and, considering man's diverse sexual activities, few have been less explored and less understood. No other subject is so readily and so frequently swept under society's carpet of silence; there is no other subject that so shocks, disgusts and horrifies so many millions of people, that meets with such firm and unyielding censorship, such harsh laws, and such swift and merciless retribution.
Teenage boys and girls are particularly susceptible to the incestuous psychosexual mechanism, in that they not only, at times, have conscious desires for sexual contact with a blood relative, but are usually the love object on which the adult vents his lust. Not infrequently, we also find that it is the teenager who initiates the incestuous seduction which leads to a sexual relationship between father and daughter or mother and son, and all too often between sister and brother, aunt and nephew, or uncle and niece.
Incest (the word comes from the Latin: inces-twm,"unchastity") is considered a true sexual deviation by all sexologists and/or psychiatrists, as well as other behavioral scientists. Specifically, it is a deviation of object, in which the individual seeks the normal sexual aim, but in conjunction with an object which normally would not produce excitement. One's own son or daughter (or brother or sister) cannot be considered a proper sexual object.
One thing is certain: incest (i.e., sexual intercourse between persons normally prevented from marrying because of close relationship) is considered the most terrible of all the transgressions against morality.
In the American Journal of Sociology, Alfred L. Kroeber writes: "If ten anthropologists were asked to designate one universal taboo, nine would name incest prohibition."
George P. Murdock, in Social Structure, reported his findings of a cross-cultural study of 250 societies: not one permitted incest (or close relatives to marry).
Closely allied with incest is pedophilia erotica: the abnormal craving of an adult for a child of the same or opposite sex-and here is where the confusion arises, for while much of pedophilia ia of an incestuous nature, not all incest is of a pedophiliac nature, provided both parties involved are considered adults by law, in the state in which they reside, A man who has sexual intercourse with his ten-year-old daughter is committing incest and pedophilia, but, on the other hand, if he has coitus with his neighbor's daughter, then he is committing not incest but pedophilia. If the man's daughter is at the age of sexual consent, or older, and he has intercourse with her, he is then committing incest but not pedophilia. To further complicate the problem-as if the difference in state laws wasn't confusing enough-there are degrees of sanguinity to be considered. In all states cohabitation between a father and his adopted daughter is considered incest-and pedophilia if the adopted daughter is below the age of consent. But intercourse between a father and his stepdaughter is not incest in many states; it is pedophilia erotica. Sexual intercourse between in-laws is never incest, but it always is between biological brothers and sisters.
There is, however, one outstanding fact about incest: it is one of the most dangerous (for the child) of all sexual perversions. Another fact is that the majority of incest is of a pedophiliac nature; this is because minors and/or children are usually involved, often children as young as four and five years old. Unfortunately, the courts very seldom see cases involving incest in its true form: that is, those relationships involving a father and his biological daughter (particularly when the father dominates the household). Brother/sister incest is the most common of all (when the father is less domineering), followed by abnormal relations between stepfather and stepdaughter. Mother/son incest occurs most often in homes ruled by the mother.
How common is incest? No one knows for certain. If we want to believe Kinsey, then we can believe that five percent of all girls over fourteen years of age, in the United States, have had some incestuous contacts in their childhood (with father, brother, or uncle). The catch here is that the experts disagree. S. Kirson Weinberg (Incest Behavior) places the rate at 1.9 million of population. Other researchers give different population ratio figures. Paul J. Gillette, for example, believes that, although recognized reports indicate a 1.9 frequency, the real figure must be considerably higher, in that many acts are likely to be kept secret by the participants.
L. Cavallin's studies of incestuous fathers at the Kansas State Reception and Diagnostic Center shed some light (though dim) on the nature of the incestuous father. Dr. Cavallin established a mean age at the time the incest was discovered, of 39.1 years. His youngest subject was 20 years of age, the oldest 56. The average age of the daughters was 13. One girl was aged 3, and the oldest was 18. Only two of the fathers involved had records of previous convictions, and none had any psychiatric treatment prior to the arrest. All were of at least average education and intelligence- education of 9.2 grades, I. Q. of 102.
The State of Illinois once conducted another study (in 1967), of incest offenders of varying social backgrounds. They were urban and rural, white and black, native and foreign born, convicted and discharged persons; they were of varied ages, of diverse religions, and of varied educational and occupational levels. There were 203 cases involved and these were sectioned off into four incest combinations: father/daughter, 159 cases; brother/sister, 37 cases; mother/son, 2 cases; combined father/daughter and brother/sister incest, 5 cases. The average age of the fathers was 43.5 years; the youngest father participant was 31, while the oldest was nearly 65. Negroes on the average were younger-40.6 years-than the whites-44.1 years. The urban participants were slightly younger-43.0 years-than the rural participants-45.9.
As was indicated by the Illinois State Study, the father initiated the incest at a period of life when his usefulness to industry had declined, when his wife's attraction had declined, when extrafamilial women were less accessible, and when his daughters had become biologically mature.
The daughters averaged 15.3 years of age. Carney Landis (in "Psychosexual Immaturity," Journal of Abnormal and Social Psychology, Vol. 35, pp. 449-52) has characterized the girl, 15 to 17 years of age in our culture, as one who has gone out with boys fairly frequently, but has not had complete sex experience. She is till tied to her family emotionally; her sex information is adequate, but she still feels constrained in discussing such matters with her family, is definitely interested in boys and in sex.
Very obviously it is not a normal person who commits incest, or even entertains thoughts of such a perverted nature. In most people the bond between parent and child is usually strong enough to prevent the idea from even occurring to the adult; yet it is not uncommon for the desire to exist. Which leaves the big question of-why?
Sigmund Freud's theory was that incest is a regression to childhood fantasies, to a childhood level of sexuality. Freud contended that it is possible that all of us were destined to direct our first sexual impulses toward our mothers and our first impulses of hatred and violence toward our fathers. Our dreams prove it, according to Freud. However, he continues, we usually withdraw our sexual impulses from our mothers and forget all about our jealousies of our fathers. In short, we develop-a moral set of values and learn the difference between right and wrong. But sometimes these values become short-circuited, and that's when a grown man regresses to an infantile level. Then, perhaps, other things being equal, we have incest.
Walter Bromberg writes (Crime and the Mind) that the influences regarding incest "are chiefly cultural and sociological, identified with primitive family organization; the father occupying the position of patriarch. Incest offenders do not have the neurotic reflections of other sexual criminals; responses are less clouded by evasion and complete denial. They seem to consider incest as essentially normal, not so reprehensible as perverted sexuality but a mature form of heterosexuality."
Other psychiatrists have other opinions. Doctor J.L. McCarey (Human Sexuality) says that "many psychotherapists believe that the effects of actual incest involving a child are not so disastrous as are the effects of a parent's seductive behavior toward a child that never culminates in any manifest sexual activity. One theory is that the problem of unconscious incestuous desire may well underline all cases of neuroses and psychoses, and that actual incest will not have such a deleterious effect upon the child since parental approval of the behavior is implicit. There will therefore be little residual guilt on the part of the child, except later, perhaps, when he grows older and reads and listens to the opinions of others on the matter of incest."
Current theory has it that incest is the direct result of a long series of personal experiences and attitudes, both of which are affected by extreme endogamic orientation, indiscriminate promiscuity and, sometimes on the part of the male, an intense sexual craving for young children. Here again we see how pedophilia (or "statutory s rape") is intricately related to and interwoven with incest. Psychiatrists utilize these various attitudes for classifying male incest participants into different personality types, which is a useful guide in the study of incest.
1. The endogamic orientation, i.e., marriage within a specific social group, composed of those who tend to have an ingrown, self-turned type of personality.
2. The pedophile orientation characterizes those who are socially immature and retarded psychosexually.
3. Those men, and women, too-in this category- who are promiscuous and have a tendency to be psychopathic.
Condensed, this means that the parent who seduces a child is a parent who has two unique problems; he or she desires sexual activity-a change of partners-outside of marriage but not outside the home, and he or she is afraid to make these demands outside the home, or lacks either the technique or the opportunity, or both.
The male with the "ingrown" type of personality who uses a daughter or a sister for the incest object does so because he does not crave nor cultivate social contacts with women outside the family.
Ernest Jones (Hamlet and Oedipus) uses the Oedipus complex to explain the father's sexual advances to the daughter, an explanation that is complex, to say the least. According to Dr. Jones, the father, who as a child could not have sexual relations with his mother, has intercourse with his daughter because she symbolically represents a mother substitute. Also, according to Jones, the man who displays an abnormally strong affection for his daughter (even though incest may not be involved) has a strong infantile fixation (on the unconscious level) for his mother. (Note: This does not mean that every father who is overly fond of his daughter wants to commit incest with her, even on an unconscious level.)
Jung, the world famous psychiatrist, maintained years ago that when a husband lacks a basic working relationship with his wife, he unconsciously seeks another love object Furthermore, if the man is unaware of his search and/or represses his fantasies, then his libido more or less splits, regressing to the memory image of his mother and at the same time seeking the image of his daughter. Jung called this "unconscious incest."
But more is required to produce the "teenage incestuous syndrome," by which we mean a teenage boy or girl who deliberately seduces a parent or other relative.
Why would a teenage girl want to have sexual intercourse with her own father? Why would a teenage boy desire sexual intercourse with his very own mother, or his sister? Or, perhaps a nephew with his aunt?
There are numerous reasons. For the time being, let us clear the air of the fog of confusion that surrounds adolescent sex desire and about which a lot of nonsense has been written-the majority of which insists that children are supposed to work off their sexual curiositites by studying, sports activities, and various hobbies. Intelligent people realize this is sheer nonsense. And, naturally, children are to be protected against the "sins" of petting and premarital intercourse. This unrealistic attitude does nothing but cause guilt and utter confusion, contributing to frigidity in women, as well as to divorce, alcoholism, and a whole host of other social ills, including pedophilia and/or incest. The fact is that no amount of work and play is going to remove sexual curiosity in children, not without causing some psychic scarring. Nor can we ignore the fact that boys reach their sexual peak just after adolescence. As for girls?
In any case involving sex between a teenage girl and an adult male, it is usually the man who must take the blame. This is the image held by the public. The child (?) is always "innocent" and the male considered the "dirty old man." But the professionals, the sexologists and the psychiatrists, often see quite a different kind of picture. They know it is usually the girl who provokes her own seduction.
In the words of one of the early developers of the psychodrama concept of therapy: "A girl can be very aggressive when she is bent upon sex. Teenage girls- and even younger girls-know that they are the subject of desire of most men, sometimes the particular subject of a particular man with a particular desire: and it's not unusual for a girl to be charmed with this "power* that is hers by the mere fact of her womanhood. All too often, she is tempted to test this power she has, this 'greater power' of young womanhood. Being naturally curious about sex-even anxious for an experience with it-an early teenaged girl is not beyond provoking and teasing a man till he takes her. She can be a very efficient seductress ... "
We should not be surprised at the role of the teen-aged girl as a seductress. After all, females of the species have used their bodies seductively throughout history.
Dr. Emil Cliberg, a Chicago psychiatrist, says: "The early teenaged girl is not quite sure of her feelings. At times she is sheer TNT about sex and will be utterly ruthless in order to win a man and receive his sexual attentions. At other times, she is completely indifferent about sex and experiences negative feelings about men and sex."
Dr. Cliber explains why it is the adult male who is usually blamed in cases of "adult/teenage" sex. "It's because of our system of social values," Dr. Cliberg says. "The teenage girl, who is not an adult, is not invested with adult responsibility. She is supposedly 'pure' and 'innocent' and can do no wrong; and so we find that there are countless cases where men of responsibility and respectability have faltered before the temptation of a teenager's body. We find a different sort of psychology in other cases, where both man and girl sense the other's desires and intentions, this making it possible for them to come together quickly, without any preliminaries, fear or guilt."
What are the psychosexual motivations that drive the teenage boy and girl to seduce an adult? Are these motivations identical to the ones which drive a teenager to seduce a parent and/or another relative?
The answer is yes. For it is the incest impulse (or wish) that leads many young boys and girls (but usually girls) to the active seduction of an adult of the opposite sex. More often than not, this incest wish is on a subconscious level, in which case we may or may not find generalized promiscuity. If the incest wish is known to the ego, i.e., in the conscious mind, then we usually find full-blown incest (or at least an attempt at it), provided other motivations are present.
There are four of these motivations, and either one or more may stand out as the strongest compelling forces in the life of a teenager burdened with incestuous impulses. There are: material desires; hostility; the castration wish; the Electra complex.
Some teenagers seduce a parent, etc., for the pure materiality the sex act brings: gifts, money, privileges, etc.
Most authorities agree that hostility, latent and real, plays an important role in the development of a teenage sexual delinquent. Today's teenagers seethe with hostility: resentment for their parents, for brothers and sisters, for the "Establishment," for most adults, and all authority. Boys work out their hostilities by committing crimes, by becoming truants and dropouts. Drugs is another means of release. Girls, however, almost always use sex as the media for their hostility. They'll copulate with boys in the back seats of cars and in motels; they'll dress in a way that exposes their young bodies; they'll seduce older men-even their own fathers.
We find that the castration wish motivates a large number of girls toward promiscuity and incest. This complex has been described in various ways by various psychiatrists. Basically it is the girl's subconscious drive to castrate the male. It is part of the girl's first subconscious feelings, usually first directed toward her father. This wish to castrate stems from deeply rooted feelings of inadequacies within the female because she does not possess a penis. Early sexual intercourse will, for some girls, feed this castration wish because once involved in the act she is psychically performing a "castration" upon the male-hiding, or taking his penis from him.
There is another medium a girl might utilize to "castrate** the male, if she is adverse to intercourse-fellatio. Instead of "castrating" the man with her vagina, she accomplishes it with her mouth ... Here, we will do well to remember the words of Diane W---, quoted earlier: "Too, I knew I would enjoy blowing Dad's big fucker! Even thinking about it made me want to grab his cock with my teeth and bite it off! Isn't that silly?
No, it isn't. Not to a psychiatrist.
The Electra complex is a psychological term used to describe a young female's subconscious wish to replace her mother and experience sexual intercourse with the father. Latent in most girls, it is usually resolved late in life; and for some Oedipally inclined females, the subconscious wish is brought to the consciousness and actually acted out* either with the father or with-a father-figure.
Along with these four motivations are other drives that work toward producing the incestuous teenage syndrome. For example, some teenagers fall into a pattern of immorality because of an oral-dependent drive. This means that their total personality structure is organized around receiving satisfaction of an oral nature (especially true of male homosexuals). Such boys and girls have what psychiatrists call oral-aggressive character formation; and like her counterpart of the dependent drive, this type of girl, too, makes very active efforts to obtain gratification; yet there is a difference in that with the oral-aggressive the gratification is far more important than the effort. The oral-aggressive type of girl is not passive; on the contrary, she is very active in that she arouses the hostility of both parents and teachers because she is demanding, insisting on having her own way, and persisting in trying to get it. Grasping and insatiable, utterly and completely selfish, the oral-aggressive makes use of every available device to get what she wants. When her methods become asocial, she is then known as the psychopathic type.
Both these drives, as well as the other aforementioned factors, will be fully explained as the book progresses.
As we have seen, thus far, there are many colors to the total picture of incest; there are even more shades to the psychosexuality which, somehow, produces a teenager who seduces members within her own family group.
A teenager must have an adult partner who is willing, this meaning that we must first have the man or woman (father, mother, brother, sister, etc.) who is receptive to the teenage incestuous thrust, the man or woman with a psychosexual predilection for incest. We must have those motivations which impel the teenager toward incest, such as the castration wish (also known as penis envy), or perhaps the Electra complex, etc. As a rule there must be a dominance of a specific character formation, particularly the oral-aggressive drive.
If all of these conditions and elements are present, the result may be the incestuous teenage syndrome. It is.
The five case histories presented in this work are true. Three were obtained from psychiatrists who, because they did not reveal the names of the patients, did faith with medical ethics. Two of the case were obtained from court and police files. For obvious reasons, the names of the subjects are fictional.
The language used in the case histories is the language used by the individual in the taped interview (edited only slightly for purposes of grammatical and rhetorical clarity). There is no question that such vulgarisms as "fuck," "suck," "prick," "cunt," etc., are considered filthy and obscene; yet they are still but words. We have not deleted them for two reasons:
1. To replace these indelicate words with legal-medical terms would distort the personality of the subject involved and perhaps alter what the subject is attempting to convey.
An honest psychosexual study and/or analysis cannot be presented unless the meaning of words is made absolutely clear.
2. It would be a disservice to the reader if the case histories were not presented as they were obtained.
It should also be noted that neither the author nor the publishers of this book condone nor advocate any of the practices described in the case studies. As a sincere psychosexual study, this work is intended only for mature adults.
-Joseph R. Rosenberger, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE - Billy and His Mother
"If I live to be three hundred, I won't be able to understand why everyone is so up tight about mother fucking. As for my doing in the old slut, she deserved it! And I'll tell you why. After you know the whole story, I'll bet you'll agree with me ...
"When my dad died a few years ago, did Sylvia really care? She did not! What's that? Oh! I've been calling my mother by her first name ever since I was a little kid. You see, she didn't like being called 'Mother.' I guess it made her feel too old. She didn't like the thought of growing old. And you should have seen her a few months ago when she turned thirty-eight! She was drunk for a solid week, It was right after that she found out she had the boozer's disease, cirrhosis of the liver; it was right after that, I decided to kill her.
"Like I said, Sylvia couldn't have cared less when Dad kicked off with a heart attack a few years ago. I know what I'm talking about, because one day I heard her talking to one of her friends about it, and she told Edna that Dad had always been a bit of a bore.
"'Why should I care if the impotent old bastard is dead?' Sylvia smirked. 'He didn't make love to me for several years; he couldn't-and I'm a practical person, Edna, The lumber business is in my name, and so is everything else. So why should I concern myself about my "poor dead Hubert"? After all, everyone dies ...
"Naturally, Sylvia and Edna didn't see me, but I was certainly there, right up at the top of the steps, listening. Sylvia never would have suspected me of being such a snoop; she wouldn't have suspected me of anything. She was too stupid. I mean that she never noticed anything I did. To her, I was just there,' a kid who had come along by accident-the main reason she married Dad. He had knocked her up when she worked for him as his secretary. He stuck his dick in her and I was the result. Consequently, while she treated me okay, she did leave me pretty much to my own devices, letting me do pretty much as I pleased. Then, after she began hitting the bottle, she was usually too damn drunk to care. She had always been a lush, as far back as I can remember, but after Dad died and wasn't around to control her, she must have put away a couple of quarts a day, usually vodka. That's all she did: drink and fuck, and eat cock and pussy, and get her own cunt sucked by Jose and Ramona-but I haven't told you about them yet, have I? I certainly am glad they're locked up, too!
"You see, Jose, and Ramona had been working for us for almost five hears. Jose, was our combination chauffeur, yardman, and houseboy, and I've got to admit that he was one good-looking stud-about thirty I should say, a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a cock that looked like a small rolling pin. I suppose that's why my old lady enjoyed fucking him so much, because of that large peter of his.
"Ramona, Jose's wife, was our cook and maid. She was a few years younger than her husband and so sexy you could get a hard tongue just by watching her walk away from you. But it wasn't until after I had fucked my mother that I was able to get in Ramona's pants with my tongue and dick. Come to think of it, I don't know who was the best screwing, Ramona or my old lady. Ramona had nice tits that reminded me of good-sized grapefruits, and a very shapely ass-and boy, almost as much hair around her pussy as she had on her head. Well, not quite, 'cause her hair hung down past her waist. Sylvia was just as pretty though. She had real clear skin and a better shape, and I think her titties were prettier. I do know she could suck my prick better than Ramona could; I know that for fact. Of course, this is only my opinion. They were both good fucking, that's for sure. Then again, I don't have too much experience in fucking matters. My mother was the first woman I ever got to screw; then she fixed it up so I could fuck Ramona. Before that, I was jacking off.
"Would you believe it if I told you that the first time I saw Sylvia get fucked was when I was a little over twelve years old. At the time-and that was before we moved into the big house-my bedroom was right next to theirs, and there was a connecting door, which was always locked. This didn't make any difference; I could still make out their words when I pressed my ear to the crack; unfortunately I couldn't look through the keyhole because it was stopped up. But I could still listen, and make out what they were doing.
"I wasn't so dumb that I didn't know Dad wasn't fucking Sylvia. I was pretty dumb, and had never been told anything about sex, except what I had been told by other boys. But I did know where babies came from and that a man had to stick his cock in a woman to make a brat. Trouble was, I didn't know exactly how it was done. A friend of mine and me often diddled each other in the butt, and that kind of worried me, too, as I thought that maybe a boy could get knocked up that way. Anyhow, it was one summer in July, that I finally got to see Dad fucking Sylvia.
"It happened quite by accident one morning after I had gotten up early. I couldn't sleep because of the heat and had decided to get up and go lie in the hammock out in the yard. I was getting into my pants when I heard Dad and Sylvia in the next room. Right away I put my ear to the door. 'I'll suck you first,' my father was saying, then we'll lap fuck.' My mother mumbled something, but I couldn't make out her words, except the word 'peter.'
"Quickly finishing my dressing, I hurriedly tiptoed from the house, my heart pounding as I made my way along the side of the house, finally going around the corner and sliding carefully up to the window of my parents' bedroom. My mouth was very dry as I peeked in, and my heart was racing, Damn! There was the old man on his knees, by the side of the bed, his face buried in Sylvia's pussy. My mother was lying on her back, her head on a big pillow, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her arms were outstretched, her hands opening and closing. I could barely make out what she was whispering.
"'Hubie, you do that so well. A little higher ... there! Ohhhhhh! That's it; right on the button. Suck it hard. Move your tongue on it fast, in and out ... "
"I just stared and stared, feeling my own cock getting hard. I unzipped my pants and began to jack off, all the while wondering what 'button' meant, all the while watching. Suddenly my mother burst out with 'Ohhhh! Now! Now, Hubie! FASTER! I-I'M COMING!'
"I knew what that meant. Then I saw Dad get up from beside the bed and wipe his mouth, while Sylvia wiped off her pussy. Her cunt was covered with thick curly hair, and I saw that Dad's peter was really an enormous affair, sticking out for what must have been a good foot!
"Then it happened. I shot against the side of the house, watching as the thick come dribbled slowly down the aluminum siding. Then I returned my attention to the bedroom. Dad sat down on a chair, with his cock sticking up like some kind of tall flagpole. Smiling, Sylvia went over to him and paused. Naked, she was certainly a beauty! I think that's the first time I got the idea that I'd like to fuck her; I wondered then, too, how it would be to suck her tits and lick her pussy.
"Facing Dad, Sylvia began to lower herself on his monstrous cock, straddling his lap, her legs outside of his, her hands holding onto his shoulders, while he held her by the hips. Gradually, ever so slowly, she began to move her body up and down on his big thing, sort of twisting and churning herself on his cock, all the while gazing into his eyes. Then Dad began sucking her nipples, first the left one, then the right. It was the weirdest sight I had ever seen. Christ sake! She was fucking him fucking him!
"I heard Sylvia whisper, 'Honeybun, use your finger on my behind.'
"Now I ask you: whoever heard of calling a grown man 'honeybun?'
"Dad complied, reached around and-by God!-slipped a finger into her asshole! Man, that was really something! Sylvia fucking Dad's cock, and him finger-fucking her shithole. I began to tremble with excitement.
"Mother, said, 'Dear, I'm-I'm about ready. How about you?'
"'Just a few minutes more,' Dad whispered. 'Try to hold off a few minutes more-and when y-you come down, try to squeeze it-and hard!'
"I wondered, Ready for what? And what was there to 'hold off for? Sure, now I know what they meant, but I didn't then.
"With another hard on approaching, I stared, my eyes as round as saucers, my breath almost choking me. I almost fell over backward from surprise as Dad actually rose from his chair, his arms around Sylvia's hips, her arms around his neck; and I could see he was struggling to hold her to his cock, Once he was upright, Sylvia wrapped her long legs tightly around his butt and upper thighs, folding herself around him like some kind of snake, forcing his prick into her cunt as deep as it would go. I figured that was one crazy way to fuck! Sonuvabitch! A man would have to be as strong as an ox to get a piece of tail. I almost forgot to jack off as I saw Dad lean forward and heard him gasp, 'T-That's i-it, Love-duck-I-OHHH! Ann! NOWwwwwwww!'
"Uh-huh. Dad called Sylvia 'Love-duck'! The old fool! She began crying, 'Yes, Y-YES! Oh God! I-Uhhhhhh. I'm c-coming a-againn.'
"Dad released her a few seconds later, and she stood upright, shaking and quivering and hanging onto him. And me? I jacked off like crazy and shot all over the side of the house once more. I'll tell you something else: Starting with that day, I began frigging myself two and three times a day, my fantasies always revolving around Sylvia. In my dreams, I'd either be fucking her, or licking her cunt, or sucking on her asshole. Don't ask me why. That's just the way things were.
"As I got older, I began reading science fiction magazines, and sometimes I'd trade these to to Nelson, the boy I was cornholing, for some eight page 'Bibles.' I remember one time I gave him three Astounding Stories for five fuck books. You know the kind of books I mean: those little three-by-five books that were filled with cartoons of people fucking, like Popeye, Moon Mulling, Jiggs & Maggie-books like that. As soon as I'd get them, I'd run homer go up to my room and jack off. But as I grew older, I found a more exciting way to frig myself.
"I made the amazing discovery; that I could masturbate to greater enjoyment if, when I did it, I had an article of Sylvia's clothing with me. Often, when she was not at home, I'd sneak to the clothes hamper and get a pair of her panties. I would then go to my room, strip myself naked, and get on the bed, after which I would pull the panties over my head. While chewing on the crotch of the panties, I would then pull my cock, all the while thinking how wonderful it would be if I could chew on her in the flesh, even better if I could actually fuck her. Shit fire and save matches! How I wanted to fuck Sylvia, and the fact that she was my mother didn't concern me in the least. Any woman with a snatch can have a brat. That's no big deal!
"All this was before Dad's ticker quit tocking. With him alive, I knew I couldn't even try to screw my old lady-not that I entertained any hope of ever being able to do so. At that time, I had to content myself with masturbating while thinking of her, while her panties were imprisoning my head and I was thinking of her pussy, muttering over and over to myself the different parts of a woman's cunt I had memorized from a medical book-glans clitoris, vestibulum vaginae, frenulum labiorum ...
"About my mother's panties-she had them in all colors, pink, blue, red, green, but I preferred chewing on red ones. If I couldn't get a red pair, then I'd settle on any color. And I'm not kidding a bit when I say that, at the time-and this was about three years ago-I was a juvenile pussy expert, knowing more about a woman's cunt than most men!
"Sylvia's ass also fascinated me! I attribute that to seeing Dad shove his finger into her rectum. Very often I would fuck my hand thinking of doing things to my mother's tail. When I did this, I'd let my mind pretend. I still do it this way; I did it last night in my cell-and say, wouldn't it be possible to put me in a private cell? The other prisoners keep calling me 'mother-fucker!'
"Anyhow--Sylvia will lie on her stomach, naked, and I will lie on top of her, my feet facing her head. I then begin what I must do. Very quickly I plunge my face into her waiting butt, delighting in the cold feeling of her cheeks against mine, in their coolness which is in direct contrast to my flushed face. As Sylvia's fanny warms to the touch of my tongue and lips-I am licking and kissing her now-I slip my mouth deeply within her perfumed crack.
"I had other ways of jacking while thinking of my mother. Sometimes I'd lie on my back and pull my pud. I wouldn't chew on Sylvia's panties though when I frigged myself in this position; instead, I'd chew on a pair of her silk stockings. I'll lie there and chew and jack off and, when I came, try to hit the center of the target I had suspended from the ceiling, so that it hung only a foot or so above my peter. In the center of the cardboard I had painted a woman's cunt-in red water color-about six inches long. Ha-ha! And I sure was a marksman. I never missed hitting the cunt dead center.
"Other times, I'd put a pair of Sylvia's panties in the center of the bed and, lying down on top of them would fuck them in that manner, by jabbing my hard peter into either the crotch or the ass section. As I fucked my mother's panties I'd chew on a pair of her hose and think of all the nice black cunt hair between her legs. Or I'd concentrate on licking her asshole, or fucking it, or maybe on her sucking me off--and then I'd shoot my come all over her panties! I sure had a lot of jack-off fun that way ...
The next time I saw my mother get flicked was a few months after Dad died. Between the first time and this second time, we had come up in the world. Dad's lumber business had prospered and we had moved to a new house in a classier section of the city. I didn't like the new arrangements at all, because now my bedroom was no longer next to Sylvia's. Now I was at one end of the hall, and hers and Dad's at the opposite end. Naturally, after Dad croaked, by mother still continued to occupy the same bedroom, all of which made it rather difficult for me to know what was going on at night. I knew something was going on, got wise to it about a month after Dad died. I knew that Sylvia was having a ball in her room with somebody, after she figured I was asleep. What she didn't know was that I'd sometimes lie awake for two or three hours after I went to bed and jack off. While I'd be frigging away, I'd hear faint laughter and other sounds coming from her room. My bedroom wasn't that far away from hers; then, too, I have very good ears.
"About the second time I heard these strange sounds, I sneaked down the darkened hall and put my ear to Sylvia's door. I would have looked in through the keyhole, but the door was a modern one and didn't have any. Was I surprised! Jose, and Ramona were in there with Sylvia. I heard her say, 'All right, you Mexican bastard, fuck her in the mouth and eat my pussy while you do it.' As usually, Sylvia was three-fourths stoned. Right away my cock got as hard as a brickbat, and I wanted to continue to kneel there and listen while I jacked. But I couldn't. I didn't want to come in my hand and I certainly couldn't splatter all over the door. The only thing I could do was rush back to my room, lower my pussy target, and jack off. And that's what I did ... After that, I made plans, for I was determined to see Sylvia and our two servants in action. If I lived to be four hundred, I was going to see them fuck and suck each other-and any other thing they might do in the way of sex. The question was-how?
"The answer was amazingly simple. As I have said, my room was at one end of the upstairs hall and Sylvia's room at the other end, between which was a guest room. Jutting out from the French windows of each bedroom was a small balcony, a sort of porch on which one could stand, just big enough for two or three people to sit on. I suppose their main function was to prevent a forgetful person from walking through the French doors and falling to the ground below, which was about twenty-five feet. Since each balcony was separated from the other by only a few feet of space, I figured that it would be a simple matter for me to go from balcony to balcony until I reached my mother's room. That's what I did one night, when I heard fuck noises coming from my mother's room.
"I'll never forget that night, even if I live to be two hundred. After I had heard the sounds and had sneaked down the hall and listened at Sylvia's door, to make sure that she and the two spiks were fucking it up, I raced back to my own room. If it had been summer, I would have sneaked naked across the balconies. I always go to bed naked. But now it was almost zero outside! Hurriedly, I put o,n a heavy coat, a pair of rubber soled shoes, and gloves. Then I opened my balcony doors and went outside, closing the doors softly after me. Jesus Christ! It was colder than an Eskimo's butt, and to make things just dandy, as though the whole world was watching me, there was a full moon, shining as brightly as a searchlight. Although not too anxious to cross the balconies, especially since the ground below was frozen as solid as concrete, I was driven by desperation and need, determined to see my mother in action with the Mex servants. I paused, gathered in my courage and crossed over the short space to Sylvia's balcony, afraid that her drapes might be pulled. They were-and they weren't! They were closed; yet there was a thin crack of light toward the bottom, through which I could peek, provided I got on my hands and knees and bent my head almost to the floor.
"Trembling with a strange anticipation, I knelt down and peered into the bedroom, ignoring the wind whistling around my balls. There she was-dear old Mother-half sprawled on the bed, stark naked and juiced to the gills, a glass of joy-juice in her hand, a half-empty fifth of Scotch on her night table next to the big bed. Bang! I got an instant hard the moment I saw her pretty cunt, which reminded me of a large mouth with fur around it.
"Jose and Ramona were also naked, both of them standing in front of Sylvia.
"Ramona had a beautiful body, almost as lovely as Sylvia's, her boobs like two big grapefruits topped with big cherries, her body a light tan, her pussy lips almost gaping. She also had a nice full ass.
"I stared openmouthed at Jose, whose cock was even bigger than my father's, with nuts three times the size of mine. He had so much hair on his chest and legs that he looked like an ape! I gawked some more!
"'UMmmmmmm,' Sylvia giggled drunkenly, almost slobbering. 'I see the two of you are all set for action. My, Jose, you certainly have a big cock tonight --just right for sucking-and Ramona, stick out your tongue, dear,' Sylvia took another long sip of her booze. She belched loudly.
"Obediently, Ramona stuck out her tongue, and my mother slurred, Tell me, you Mexican whore, do you think I have beautiful breasts? Tell me?'
"'Yes'urn,' Ramona said, fingering her cunt. 'Them is real nice tits.'
"'Come over here and suck them then.'
"Ramona went over to my mother, got to her knees by the side of the bed, and began sucking Sylvia's boobies, pulling on the nipples as hard as she could. Grinning like a damn fool, Jose wiped a hand over his slick black hair and began slowly to masturbate-and that's what I was doing, wondering how fast my hand would freeze if I took off my gloves!
"Sylvia belched, giggled, and said, 'Ahhh, that's the way to do it; that's just fine, Ramona.' Then she addressed Jose. 'Jose, I'm going to have her suck my cunt in a moment. You lay down on your back in front of me, and she can mount your mouth and you can suck her while she sucks me.'
"I did it! I shot a thick wad of come against a lower window of one of the French doors! But I kept right on jacking, somehow thinking that I was frigging an icicle! Man, was it cold! Even my asshole was as cold as an iceberg! And try to jack off with gloves on-with the moon shining and the wind blowing! While kneeling with your head almost to the floor! You have to be a master masturbator to do that!
"'Si,' Jose said, getting to the floor on his back, his head between my mother's legs, Then Ramona knelt down between Sylvia's legs, pressing her hair-pie to Jose's mouth as she leaned forward and buried her face in my mother's pussy. Sylvia-she flung her shapely legs around Ramona's head and neck and whispered, 'That's it, you sweet little Mexican slut. Lick my clit with that fine tongue of yours. Suck me like you go down on Jose. AHhhhhh, OH-Ahhhh! Try to get more of your tongue in my cunt.'
"Me? All the while I watched, getting a stiff neck and almost freezing to death.
"I guess Ramona sucked Sylvia's cunt for almost ten minutes, while Jose ate her pussy. All the while, between drinks, my mother moaned and sobbed in passion; finally, Ramona made her pop off to heaven and back. Roughly then, Sylvia pushed the girl from her and stumbled to her feet. Boy, was she juiced! Staggering across the room to a wing-backed chair, fuck juice running down her thighs, she almost fell into it. She was one fucking sight ...
"'Jose,' she gasped, 'bring me another dinkie-doo. Ramona, get me the dildoe. Then the two of you can get on the bed and do a sixty-nine; I'll watch and masturbate. Jose, you get on the bottom. I want to see your big peter working in Ramona's mouth.'
"I soon found out what a 'dinkie-doo' was-a water-glass full of Scotch. I didn't have the slightest idea what a dildoe was (Sylvia finally told me, about a week later). At the time, I wasn't too curious; I was too damn cold.
"Ramona opened a dresser drawer and took out a device that, apparently, was made of plastic and shaped like a prick, minus the head and balls. I must have been ten inches long! Ramona handed the man-made cock to my old slut of a mother (I found out later it was called a 'battery massager') who, sitting on the edge of the chair with her legs spread, turned it on and rammed it full-length into her pussy. I tell you, that mother of mine had a cunt you could have lost a log in! Then Jose climbed on the bed and Ramona climbed over him, in a reverse position. Just like that they began sucking each other.
"Crazy! It was all real crazy-my mother sitting there, drunk and fucking herself with a humming cock ... Jose and Ramona on the bed doing a sixty-nine, and me outside half-frozen and jacking off with my gloves on!
" 'AHHhhhhhileleleleleF Sylvia suddenly howled. The nutty bitch sounded like she was choking! But I guess her cunt was TNT and the dildoe the spark that ignited her. Gasping, almost falling out of the wing-backed chair, she blabbed out, 'N-Now we'll-we'll have an orgy-as soon as I have another dinkie-doo ..."
"I didn't stay around to see what else the slut did with the two tamale eaters. Sure, I wanted to, but I was too cold, so cold I was afraid my numb hands and feet wouldn't obey me when I tried to get back to my own room. I had no choice but to retrace my route over the balconies and return to my own room-and I had to break one of the window panes of the French doors in order to get in. In leaving, I had accidentally locked myself out! Shit! I was almost frozen, and was rather afraid that my ears might have gotten a touch of frostbite. However, the cold hadn't affected my mind, and as I thawed out, I put together a scheme-a daring one, but I had made up my mind. I was going to screw my mother! I would fuck Sylvia in her cunt. I would fuck her in her mouth! I WOULD FUCK HER IN HER ASS!
"It was the very next day that I put my master fucking plan into action, beginning during the evening. After dinner, Sylvia and I went into the living room, where she indulged in her favorite hobby-booze-and I read science fiction and watched television. By nine o'clock she was more drunk than sober, and during the ten o'clock news, she mumbled, 'Billy honey, be a good boy and fix me another drink. Anything will do. I have to relax and get a good night's sleep. I didn't get two winks last night.'
"You sure didn't, you damned slut, you, I thought. You were too busy fucking!
"'Yes, Mother dear,' I said politely, getting up and going over to the well-stocked liquor cabinet, which contained more booze than some small bars. Wanting something that would disguise the taste of the ground-up sleeping capsule I intended to drop into her drink, I chose sloe gin, pouring a generous amount into a glass, along with the powder, which I had hidden in a tiny envelope. Then I handed the glass to Sylvia.
"What? Of course not. I didn't intend to kill Sylvia, not then. It was a few months later that the idea to knock her off occurred to me. You think I'm stupid! I know more about biochemistry than you do, mister! I knew that booze and sleep .powders-in fact, booze and any kind of sedatives-were a dangerous combination, but I had only given her one capsule, knowing that such a small amount wouldn't kill her, that it would only, in combination with the alcohol, make her pass out for what I had in mind.
"Sylvia looked drunkenly up at me with glazed eyes when I handed her the glass. 'Wot-what's zat, strawberry soda pop?' And the old whore giggled.
"No, Mother,' I said, watching her very carefully. 'Sloe gin!' You stupid slut!
"'Dont call-call me mutherr,' she muttered. 'Y'know-I'm not that old.'
"'Yes, Sylvia.'
"As she drank her booze, I moved around the room, making sure the living-room drapes were tightly drawn. Ten minutes later, mother dear had finished her drink and had passed out cold, lying there snoring in the chair. Quickly I checked the front door to make sure it was locked; then I checked the back door, after which I returned to the living room and switched off the lights, with the exception of one lamp by the piano. Going over to Sylvia, I looked at her, trembling over the realization that, at long last, I was finally going to get to diddle her. I shook her by the shoulders, calling softly to her. She didn't move. Fine, The old whore's in dreamland. I was so nervous my own breath sounded like a bellows. I did it. I unbuttoned Sylvia's blouse and-oh sweet, tap-dancing Jesus! What beautiful boobs she possessed! She never wore a bra around the house, which made it easy for me to pull her tits out into the light of day-or the half-light of night if you prefer. I practically panted while I gaped and gawked, and when I began squeezing them, working them like soft dough, I shot off in my pants, but hardly noticed it at the time. I was too excited. You'd be too-getting ready to screw your own mother. Those tits of hers. If I live to be five hundred, I don't think I'll ever see better tongue-water-boobs than what Mother had. They were even lovelier than I had previously thought.
"After I finished playing with her tits and rolling her big nipples between my fingers, I raised her skirt as high as I could and, wriggling my hands underneath her, began tugging at her panties. I had hoped she wouldn't be wearing any, but she was, a green pair. I finally succeeded in pulling them down over her hips and legs, and finally over her ankles and feet. Then I pulled her shapely legs apart, spreading them as wide as I could. The horrible thought hit me: You've miscalculated, you damn fool! You can't fuck her! You can't get your peter into her, not the way she's sprawled out in the chair. Take her out of the chair and lay her on the floor? Dumb ass. Fuck no! That's too risky! She might wake up! Use your head, stupid-SUCK HER!
"Kneeling between Sylvia's legs, I moved in close to her fabulous fuck-hole, staring at the fur-surrounded slit with all the reverence of a newly dead saint gawking at his god. My, my! Her cunt was wet and foamy and-by God! She had been out during the afternoon- said she was going shopping, but she hadn't brought any packages home with her. Hmmmmm ... I'll bet some dude fucked her! If I suck her, will I be gulping-what's left of some stud's come? No matter ...
"I am convinced that after a shapely ass, a cunt is the most beautiful thing in the world. Breathing heavily, I leaned forward and began brushing my lips through her soft cunt jungle, walking my tongue through those curly hairs that reminded me of cornsilk after a rain. Nervously, anxiously, passionately, I pushed my thumbs into the gash and pulled apart her lips, gazing into the reddish, wrinkled interior, the thought striking me that I was an alien invader about to enter forbidden territory. The way she had shoved that ten-inch dildoe into her pussy! I suddenly thought of her cunt as a bottomless well, a giant pit that could seize my tongue or cock and imprison it forever!
"Feeling sweat running from my armpits, I slowly moved my trembling fingers over the slick wet surface of her pussy-mouth, inching upward, seeking her clitoris-or, as the books say, her corpus and glans clitoridis. Like I said, I am a cunt expert.
"I had no trouble finding her clit, which was like an extra tiny cock and soft. I played with it, tickling it with the tip of my finger for several minutes, and then bent to give her a big suck. By now, my peter was hard again, and I let my dingdong dazzle the air, by pulling it out of my pants.
"Now! This was it! What I had dreamed of and always wanted! I began by kissing and licking her smooth white thighs, all the while moving upward until finally I was nibbling at her vulva. Steadily I worked my tongue as I made a leisurely tour of the entire lippy neighborhood, occasionally getting a corn silk in my mouth, but always tasting her delicious cunt juice.
"Don't be stupid! Of course you can't reach the bottom of her vagina with your tongue! But nevertheless, I tried. Putting my mouth to her cunt-I'mean flush up against what the books refer to as the introitus vaginae-or what some dumb fuckers call the opening--I speared in my tongue, curling it so I could lick the warm cream from the side walls. I never hit bottom-not caring because by then I had come up with another idea: I'd fuck my mother in the mouth. Yes, yest I would do that! I was about to get up when I heard Sylvia mutter, 'Uhhhhh ... goooddddddd. H-Hurry ... I'l-l-l blow you, Don ...
"I froze, my heart stopping! Who the fuck was Don? I glanced up at her. She was still asleep, a frozen smile on her face, her head hanging at a crazy angle, She mumbled something again in her drunken stupor, and then began to snore softly, her marvelous tits rising and falling with each breath.
"Standing up, I dropped my pants, unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles. I knew I was taking a chance, but I simply didn't care. More frustrated than a piano player in a marching band, I had to get my come inside of her.
"Almost tenderly I straightened her head and somehow eased her farther back on the chair, not wanting her to topple to the floor. She was breathing heavily through her mouth which was partly open. Holding onto her chin to steady her head, I began rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across her lips. Sylvia sighed in her sleep. More daring now, I eased the head of my prick into her mouth and began masturbating ... Then I wanted to scream in sheer bliss as a large gush of creamy mush shot from my cock into my mother's mouth. What a come!
"Ahhh, I had done it! Still ... another plan was forming in my mind ... "
In the pathetic case of Billy L. H--, we find various abnormal mechanisms at work, the most intense and influential being his Oedipus complex which, instead of resolving itself (as it does in the vast majority of males), grew in intensity and strength until it completely motivated Billy's libido.
Consciously knowing that he was an "accident" baby, Billy immediately confused this with being unloved and or unwanted-but whether he was or wasn't loved is not the point; what is important is that this feeling of being unloved served to intensify the unconscious incestuous desire that Billy had for his mother, his want and need to have sexual intercourse with her, by permitting it to grow in strength, its only enemy being the superego (or conscience)- which was not too strong in Billy to begin with.
This desire for expression by the incest wish received tremendous reinforcement when Billy first saw his other sex acts, specifically his father cunnilinguing his mother, this latter also triggering Billy's own desire for oral acts, which in themselves are normal enough; however, in Billy's case this desire was exaggerated to a degree that bordered on an out-and-out paresthesia. Still, at this point the incest wish was not dominant in the ego of Billy LB, and was more or less content to express itself via masturbation fantasies. This, too, was normal enough-in ail boys, but only before the Oedipus complex resolves itself at about the age of puberty (earlier in some boys, later in others- in some cases, never, as with Billy L. H---).
At this point, some review of the Oedipus process might assist us in analyzing the case of B.L.H. Generally speaking, the Freudian psychoanalysts have shown the influence of incest upon fantasy and dreams and upon vicarious expressions and choices. However, their most sustained efforts have been in applying the mechanism of the Oedipus complex to the analysis of motivation. This complex is an unrealized instinctual wish for the parent of the opposite sex coupled with a rivalry for the parent of the same sex, which concept Freud derived from a Greek myth in the play Oedipus Rex, by Sophocles. The motif of this play is that the son unknowingly kills his father and marries his mother. Different psychiatrists hold different views regarding the Oedipus complex.
Karen Horney regards the Oedipus complex as an inevitable phase of child development, feeling it to be of prime importance; and so she writes, in Neurotic Personality of Our Time: "It may very well be that the Oedipus complex is the 'mother' of the incest wish in males, just as the Electra complex gives birth to the desire for incest in the female."
Disagreeing slightly with Horney, Alfred Adler believed that the components of the Oedipus complex were to be found as a function of the individual's life style. Adler was convinced that the Oedipus complex is a product of the individual's disinterest in social affairs outside the family circle, a disinterest that is created by his fears and insecurities and by his attachment to his mother. As his fears and insecurities grow, the individual begins to desire to return to the hub of all security, the womb; yet even the id knows this can never be, the result being that overcompensation takes place: the individual cannot return to the womb, but he can get close to it through sexual intercourse.
On the other hand, Jung considers the Oedipus complex to be figurative and a concept "that should never be mistaken for a scientific term." He believes that though children may have incestuous tendencies for their parents, and vice versa, he does not feel that the child will have any serious difficulties with the complex, except in cases that are psychosexual pathological.
Billy L. H--- is such a case.
There is further evidence that Billy L.'s incestuous desire for his mother was motivated by the Oedipus complex-the words and phrases Billy used when describing the relationship, such as "slut," "dirty old whore" etc., all of which would tend to make one feel that he hated Sylvia, or at least had no love for her. Such vulgarisms and Billy's apparently cold-hearted attitude are merely a disguise for his love for his mother, as well as being a part of the process of rationalization, so vital and necessary to the superego. In short, the libido must pass the conscience with an "excuse," in order to smash the barrier imposed by the cultural taboo prohibiting incest, the perverse rationale being somewhat as follows: I don't love my mother. Therefore, if I do not love her, I must hate her. This is only a short step to: Therefore, it is not really incest to have sex with a mother I do not love. It is not incest at all for me to have sex with a mother I hate.
We see how circumstances were against Billy L. Coupled with the feeling that he was unloved and unwanted (because he was an "accident" baby, as he put it) is the fact that Sylvia, his mother, while good to the boy, often ignored him. Recall Billy's words: "To her [his mother], I was just there.' "
It would be superfluous to say that a child needs a mother's love if he is to develop normally. Joseph A. Winter explains, in The Origins of Illness & Anxiety, that:
it appears as if many parents hesitated to show affection to a child because they have confused affection with sexual desire. Let's not be afraid of a word-there is probably a sexual aspect in every demonstration of love, but every demonstration of love does not lead to sexual intercourse. The quality of sex that is in a mother's love for her child is completely-different from the quality of sex that is in the love she feels for her husband. In order for a chilled to grow to be an adult, capable of love, the inspiration which comes from the warmth and vitality of the sex quality in the parent's love must be known. Parents need not worry that this might lead to incest; it cannot.
Billy's story and actions reveal the birth of still another sexual abnormality: fetishism, i.e., sexual devotion or preference directed at some particular part of the body or to some object; it is usually associated with a part of the body or with some particular person or type of person. In Billy's case this fetishism is evidenced by his chewing on his mother's hose and putting a pair of her panties over his head while masturbating, as well as his indulging in copulatory movements in the panties, these acts constituting a clothing fetish.
There is also the possibility that Billy may have a body fetish, considering his preoccupation with his mother's genitals, and particularly, her buttocks, the latter of which may have been triggered by his early witnessing of his father inserting a finger into Sylvia's rectum during their lovemaking. However, we cannot be sure that a body fetish exists in Billy. Many boys his age have an intensified interest in the genitals of the opposite sex (as well as the buttocks), an interest that moderates as the individual matures.
Fetishism is sexual symbolism. The fetishist proper experiences a sexual emotion on seeing the object, though there is no precise association of ideas in his mind.
Says Havelock Ellis, in his Studies of the Psychology of Sea;: "This tendency becomes abnormal if it is exclusive and general, and it constitutes a characteristic deviation when the fetish itself, in the absence of the person, suffices entirely to provoke not only tumescence, but also detumescence, so that it suppresses all desire for sexual intercourse.*'
Viewed in this light, we can state that Billy L.'s fetishism (for clothing) was a mild and harmless one, since it was secondary to his greater desire to experience intercourse with his mother and did not replace actual coitus.
This leads us to distinguish two kinds of fetishism. In the first, the object merely plays the part of a stimulant (as in the case of Billy L.), an indispensable prelude to coitus (which some sexologists include as a characteristic perversion); in the second, the object becomes in some way the corollary of the normal sexual act, the individual either accompanying that act with an evocation of the person desired, or finding in the fetish a perfect stimulant and form of satisfaction, this latter being the complete form of the perversion.
Billy Lee was really a victim, a victim of his Oedipus complex and a victim of lack of love. Under a different set of life circumstances, under the influence of sensible parents and a healthy home situation, his libido could have taken another route. Such was not to be. As things turned out, he finally achieved the dream of his life: to have actual intercourse with his mother-as we now see, as told in Billy L.'s own words.
We shall also see cold-blooded murder ...
"When I finished jacking off in my mother's mouth-at the time I think I hated her more than I had ever hated her before in" my life-I wiped some come from her chin and pulled up my shorts and pants. While picking up her panties, I noticed that she was smiling in her drunken stupefaction and working her mouth as if tasting something very, very special-the goddamn slutty cocksucker!
"The hell with trying to put her panties back on, I wanted to hit her. Instead, I dumped her panties in her lap, figuring she'd blow her mind when she woke up the next morning and couldn't figure out why she had taken them off. But I did dump her tits back into her blouse.
"I went upstairs to my room, had a good jack-off, thinking of fucking her in the ass, and went off to dreamland as easily as a three-day-old baby. Yes sir, fucking Sylvia in the mouth had been better than putting on a bunny suit and eating lettuce by moonlight.
"When I came downstairs the next morning, Sylvia was already at the table, looking stupefied and silly and drinking black coffee. She was also gulping vitamin pills. She always did that after a binge. The old bitch must have gulped a couple of dozen a week. Was it my conscience or imagination or was she giving me an odd look? I decided it was my imagination.
"Acting my usual self, but inwardly laughing, I sat down at the table, waiting for Ramona (the other slut in the house) to bring me whatever we were having for breakfast.
"'Did you sleep well, Sylvia?' I asked, as I usually did. I say 'usually* because my mother and I never really talked. We only exchanged polite words, like two strangers standing on a street corner waiting for a bus.
"She gave me that odd look again. 'No,' she said in a flat voice. 'I had too much to drink, as you very well know. I suppose I was sleeping in the chair when you went to bed-wasn't I?'
"'Yes, Sylvia. Why do you ask?'
"Nervously she took a sip of coffee, her hands doing the shakes. 'The reason I ask-this morning I found my-but never mind. It's not important ... '
"Oh yes it is, Mother dear. You found your panties in your lap and you can't understand why. We will have-more surprises for you-you bitch!
"I said nothing, out of the corner of my eye watching Ramona's tits do a tango as she came into the dining room. My determination to fuck my mother had not lessened; on the contrary, it had increased tenfold, although I calculated it would take quite a while and a lot of luck.
"Sylvia left the house that afternoon, saying she was going to visit a friend,' and didn't return until after dinner, about nine o'clock that night. I was watching TV and reading a book on French gourmet cooking when dear old mama almost fell through the front door. Was she juiced! That she was! So plastered that she should have been awarded some kind of prize for just standing up. She managed to get to the couch and fall onto it, mumbling, 'Billy boy, bring me a dinkie-doo ... some vodka ...'
"This is going to be easier than I thought! If she doesn't decide to fuck it up with the two spiks, I just might be able to pull it off tonight-HA-stick it in?
"She drank only a small part of the vodka I handed her. Tin drunk and tired,' she said, rising and then wobbling. 'Help me up the stairs to my bedroom.'
"'Yes, Sylvia,* I said. With a gleam in my eye and a hardness creeping into my cock, I assisted Sylvia up the stairs, steering her carefully to her bedroom.
"'Switch off the lights when you leave,' Mother mumbled drunkenly.
"'Yes, Sylvia.' Obediently I left the room, switching off the lights on my way out. But I didn't go downstairs. Instead, I waited by her door, listening. I could hear her moving about, undressing, and presently I heard her bed creak slightly as she lay down. I waited another ten minutes, until I heard her snoring, before opening the door and going softly into her bedroom. The French Renaissance clock on the dresser sounded like a drum as it ticked away, and the bright moonlight, streaming into the room through the windows, gave me more than enough light. Oh, shit damn! There she was-stark naked and not even under the covers! What a fuck she would make!
"I leaned over her, whispering, my voice shaking, 'Sylvia, are you sleeping?' Which I must admit was pretty stupid! What did I expect her to do, raise up and say, 'Yes, I'm sound asleep, so go ahead and screw me.'
"She didn't answer. She didn't move. She just lay there, her mouth half open, breathing heavily. Very cautiously, I put a finger to her vulva and began playing with her clitoris, at the same time rolling the nipples of her tits. I noticed that her nipples were very hard, almost like stone. Squirming slightly, she sighed, but continued to breathe heavily. Slowly I leaned over and began sucking on her right nipple, while I pushed my finger deeper into her cunt-but hell, that wasn't what I wanted. I stood up, removed my pants and shorts, and crawled on the bed between my mother's legs. I spread her legs more and crawled in close between her lush thighs, right up to her sweet cunt. Partially inserting the head of my peter into her moist vagina, I began working the knob around the opening, pulling it in and out, letting it slide back and forth over what the books refer to as the labia majora. Sylvia began to squirm more-and that's when I got the shock of my life.
"In a voice that sounded surprisingly sober, she panted, 'For God's sake, hurry up and shove it in me, you little mother-fucker!'
"My mother was wide awake, her eyes staring up at me, the sound of her voice almost causing me to lose my hard and giving me an idea of how Dracula must have felt when he discovered he had low blood pressure! Yet I was not so shaken that I had lost track of her request. She might as well have pressed the red button of an automatic fuck machine, because I shoved my cock-right up to the hilt-into her hot vagina and leaned down over her. 'Uhhhhh,' she sighed in lust. 'Y-You've-g-got-a c-cock like a b-bull!'
"Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled me down to her, my chest pushing against her proud tits. Almost frantically, the old slut forced my mouth to hers, her tongue finding and locking with mine. After slipping my arms under her back, I began to hunch her as hard as I could, while she closed her legs over the back of my thighs. In turn, she began moving her own hips, bringing up her loins as I shoved down. 'UHHH-ohohoh,' I began, thinking of what a good fuck she was and inhaling her perfume, trying to hold back my come and make the screw last longer.
" 'H-Harder! Faster!' my mother cried, tightening her legs over me and her arms around my neck. I'm-about-r-ready-to-to c-come.'
"I cried, I've m-made it!' and gave her the mush, ejaculating with a tremendous force, feeling with extreme pleasure my sperm shooting into her womb.
"If I knock her up and the brat's a boy, I'll be the father of my own brother-and he'll be a little bastard because my old whore mother doesn't have a husband!
"Then my mother began crying out and thrashing about, tightening up her cunt muscles on my cock, her entire body shuddering, and I knew she was popping her cork. I heard her saying, angrily, 'Now get your cock out of me, you little pervert, and-and suck me! You've done it with your peter, so you might as well do it with your mouth.'
"That was just fine with me, since that's what I wanted to do anyhow. Losing no time, I crawled between my mother's legs, put my mouth to her wet gash, and, shoving in my tongue, began a very rapid oral stimulation, washing her clitoris, my action causing her to moan and clutch at the pillows with her hands. 'UHHHHlulululu,' she began, sounding as if she were choking. 'AHHHHHH, E-Eat-i-ittttt ... A little ... Ohhhh-right there! AHhhhhhhhh!'
"Again she blasted off, holding my mouth to her pussy by grasping my ears and throwing her legs over my neck. It's a wonder I didn't drown as I drank and gulped her pussy juice. Oh, Mother darling, you are a no-good slut, but now it is your turn!
"I moved up on her shapely body until I was straddling her chest. My mother was horrified. 'You stop that, you dirty little boy! You get off me this instant! Oh, sweet Jesus, you have your father's blood! William! Get off me, you little fucker! Do you hear me! You take your cock from between my breasts!'
"'Now, Sylvia,' I said calmly, 'I've had my prick and tongue in your pussy, so fucking you between your tits shouldn't make any difference,' Then I proceeded to squeeze her fleshy globes together against my throbbing and hardening shaft and began fucking her in that manner. She didn't resist, and it didn't require an Einstein to deduce she was enjoying immensely the titty-diddle. She suddenly surprised me by asking in a low but coy voice, 'Am I as good as your girl friends?'
"By this time I was panting from my efforts of working my long John within the tight valley of her breasts. 'I-d-don't-have-any-g-girl-friends,' I said, 'but- you're-b-better-than-than-jacking off ... .'
"'You shouldn't be doing this to me,' Mother whispered. 'It's perverted!'
"'And you shouldn't do what you do with Jose and Ramona,' I countered, pausing and getting my second wind. 'I've seen you b-balling with them,' I continued to fuck her between the tits, slowly as I felt the come juice rising in my nuts.
"'Why you snoopy little sonuvabitch!' Sylvia hissed. 'I think I'll take you to a psychiatrist. You're-you're a pervert, that's what you are!'
" 'Well, include yourself when you talk to the local neighborhood shrink, and maybe we can go together and get a cut rate,' I said, stopping my cock movements between her boobies. Another plan was spinning in my dirty little mind. I pulled my dickie from her tits and moved it closer to her pretty face, easing the inflamed head closer to her lips. Knowing what I was about, she quickly turned her head on the pillow.
" 'Come on, Mother dear,' I coaxed. 'You know you want to suck on it.'
" 'You're a no good mother-fucker!' she said in a weak but desperate voice. 'We shouldn't be doing this.
''Wondering whether she was trying to convince me or herself, I began rubbing the head of my cock against her soft cheek, and whispered again, 'It's nice and hard for you, Mother dear ... .'
"The temptation must have been too much for her, for she turned her head to face my cock, but lay there with her eyes and mouth closed, not moving nor resisting as I rubbed the head back and forth across her lips. Then, sighing, she opened her mouth and let me shove my cock full-length down her throat. But quickly I withdrew it to a respectable length, so that she could lick and suck the head. Then she began a steady sucking, also reaching up and squeezing my balls while she held onto my cock with her other hand. Expertly she curled her tongue over the head and began poking at my piss-slit with the tip, yet sucking all the while- always sucking, always working her mouth over the about-ready-to-burst knob. Looking down at her, I thought of a bellows as I watched her cheeks moving in and out. My mother-she sure liked to eat peter. The way she did it brought me to come time within a matter of minutes.
"Hanging on to the front of the bed and grinding my peter into her mouth, I cried, 'UHhhhhh ... I-I-Pmmm c-commmingggggg, M-Motherrrrrr!' I almost sobbed, so great was my pleasure, as my cock vomited in her large mess of baby-making mush that left me drained completely ...
"That was the beginning of my love life with Sylvia, my whore of a mother. Every day she threatened to send me to a head shrinker, but somehow never got around to it, booze and sex always getting in her way and taking up her time. Either she would put it off until the 'next day' because she was too drunk, or else she didn't have time because she was having an orgy with Jose and Ramona. Or her cunt would be occupied with either my tongue or my cock-usually both, but one at a time, of course. Daily Sylvia referred to me as her 'screw-happy' son, and would say that she should phone the police and have them cart me off to a 'crazy house,' To which I would reply, 'Uh-huh, you do that, Sylvia-and when you do, be sure to tell the fuzz about your little fuck parties with Jose and Ramona. Who knows, maybe the four of us can go to the funny farm together and cut out paper dolls.'
"As it turned out, I began fucking my mother almost every day, and each time, after we were finished, she would snarl at me, 'You're a filthy no good pervert, and this is the last time, the very last time I'm going to let you do those nasty things to me. Never again! You hear me, you little pervert!'
"Sure I heard her, but it would have been easier for her to find a scarecrow with red hair than prevent me from having sex with her. All I had to do to turn her on was rub her thigh, or kneel between her legs and lick and kiss the white softness of her thighs. Another favorite trick I had was to unzip my pants, haul out my cock, and shake it at her, or, if she was sitting down, rub it across her lips. Like an orphan in a candy store, dear old mother of mine was helpless. She simply couldn't resist my lollipop.
"About a week after I fucked her in the cunt, I managed to screw her in the tail. Having gotten her all excited, I had managed to get her into bed and was sucking on her tits and finger-fucking her when I said, 'Roll over on your stomach, Mother. I want to suck your ass.'
"Sylvia did not have to be coaxed or asked a second time. She rolled over quickly and pushed her rump up toward me. For a while, I stared in utter ecstasy at the lovely mountains of flesh confronting me. I felt the mounds, running my hands over them, squeezing them, each hand fastened to each buttock. Dipping my head, I began kissing and licking the soft flesh. Then, shivering in anticipation, I pulled Sylvia's ass apart, widening the long curvy crack to a narrow gorge. For a long time I stared at her sweet asshole. How lovely it was! How wonderful it tasted as I licked it. Mother giggled. 'Oh, you nasty little boy you-but keep it up. It feels so good.' She giggled again, jumping slightly from the pressure of my tongue forcing its way into her rectum. 'What else are you going to do to me?' she asked, her voice shivering.
"I withdrew my tongue and licked my lips. 'I think I'll fuck you in your ass,' I said, figuring that cornholing her would be more enjoyable than butt-fucking my boyfriend.
"'Let me get on my knees,' Mother said. 'It's easier that way,' I drew back and she assumed a hands and knees position. I got behind her and, putting my hands underneath her, felt her clitoris and the sucking entrance to her vagina. I spread her buttocks apart and began rubbing my finger up and down over her asshole, saying. 'You hang onto the bed, Sylvia, and let me do everything. I want to play with you awhile before I fuck you.'
"I reached underneath her and began feeling the foamy softness of her breasts, fingering the soft nipples, pulling at them. I remembered then! Getting off the bed, I went to her dresser and returned to the bed with a jar of vaseline. I opened the jar, dipped my finger in the vaseline and pushed it into her asshole, moving it around in little circles/making her breath come in quick short gasps.
"'Uhh,' Sylvia grunted. 'I-I wish you'd hurry up and stick it in b-back there! H-Hurry up! Fuck me!'
"'Why, Mother,' I joked, 'don't you know what we are doing is nasty?'
"'Shut up, you little snot!' she panted. 'I like getting screwed in the behind. Now h-hurry up and-and shove that big cock to me!'
" 'I-I w-will in a moment,' I gasped, jacking like crazy. 'I w-want my prick t-to be good and hard in your butt.' At the same time, I continued to work my finger in her rectum. I watched with extreme pleasure as her shapely back curved slightly upward from the pressure of my finger digging in her lower bowel. I looked at her asshole; the elastic brown ring expanded as I dug my finger in deeper. Her bung was very moist and she squirmed at my touch, desire driving her almost into a frenzy.
" 'God damn you!' she hissed. 'Are you going to screw me or not?'
" 'All right, Mother,' I said. I poked at her butthole with the head of my peter-good Lord, it was hard. My peter, not her asshole. Then I pressed, feeling her rubbery muscle give slightly. I pressed again, pushing harder with my ding-dong, this time with more force, pushing part of the head into her rectum. Shivering, Sylvia grasped the bed, great sighs pouring from her throat. I continued to push steadily, corkscrewing my cock into her rectum. I had almost two inches inside her, and I could see the crap-muscle straining and sucking in on my ringed peter. I pushed again, determined to end the journey. 'OHHHHHH!' Mother gasped. 'Y-Your cock feels as b-big as J-Jose's ... .'
"At the moment, I didn't know whether I loved or hated her. I pushed again, and finally the smooth white hemisphere of her rump came in contact with my belly. I could feel her shivering as my hairs pressed into her flesh.
"Putting both hands on her hips, I leaned forward, knowing that all of my organ was buried within her lower bowels. I shoved the final half inch, and Mother's hips arched slightly. Then I began moving my own hips, at the same time reaching underneath her, my arms encircling her belly, as I fastened myself securely to her body and began playing with her clitoris. I fucked her, my cock a piston of movement in her asshole.
"It was all Sylvia could do to hang on to the bed. 'Oh! Oh! Oh!' she cried. 'It's-it's so good this way it-it feels-as big as a l-logggg.'
"As I rested my face on her smooth white back arid kept working my cock in and out of her, I felt the excitement in my nuts growing and rising-a thick, sensuous ripple running the length of my overworked fucker. My mother's asshole gripped the length of my cock like a too-snug rubber glove, and I could feel her channel expanding and contracting ... pushing ... pulling ... as I worked in and out of her. From her muttered, subdued cries, I knew that soon she would have to cut loose-and I accelerated my thrusts. Gradually my cock began growing inside her, branching out, you might say, like a stalk of celery. I knew that very soon I would come inside her. Faster now I began pumping her shithole, my hips racing.
"She almost screamed, hanging on to the front of the bed until the knuckles of her hand glowed milk white. Reflex action tightened her anus on my fuck-stick digging into her bowels, drawing out my come, the semen-stuff jumping out of me and sizzling and soaring into her lower intestine. Uncontrollable spasms shook both of us-and I cried, 'Go-Go s-sweet m-mammaaa- Go-GO-OHOHOHOHHHGGOOOOO ... .'
"I suppose you're wondering how I got to diddle Ra-mona. From the time I fucked Sylvia, it took me almost two weeks to get into Ramona's pussy, the initial beginning coming about one afternoon when I was eating my mother's box. To ease her own conscience, Sylvia would always raise a little hell and call me a 'pervert' after we finished whatever we might be doing. This particular afternoon, I had sucked and fucked her, and she had done a solo on my flute. Afterwards, as usual, she was bitching about sending me to a nut doctor, and as she raved, she happened to remark, 'My God, you'll be wanting to stick your peter in Ramona next!'
"Ahhh, here is my opportunity. 'As a matter of fact, I have,' I said.
"Sylvia almost dropped her douche bag in astonishment. 'You've-you've already fucked her! When? Oh, you filthy child of your father! What have I done to deserve this?' She shook her head. 'You've got your father's evil ways.'
" 'I haven't yet, but I've been thinking about it,' I said easily.
"'Well, you never will, young man,' Mother stormed. 'Not if I have anything to say about it. The way you act is simply disgraceful.'
"I said nothing, knowing time was on my side and my best assistant-other than my mother's own lust, which got the best of her the next day.
"'Were you serious about wanting Ramona?' she asked, her eyes boring into mine.
"'Uh-huh,' I replied with pretended disinterest.
"'Wellllll-why not include Jose, and we can make it a foursome?' Mother said hopefully. 'Wouldn't you like that?' She reached out and felt my cock through my pants. 'My! You certainly have a nice hard.'
"'No, I would not,' I said flatly. 'The less I see of Jose, the better I like it. I don't like the brown-faced grinning bastard and that's all there is to it. Count me out on anything that chili-eater is included in.'
"Do I have to tell you what happened? It wasn't difficult to talk Slut Sylvia into excluding Jose, and she went immediately to Ramona and told her that the three of us were going three-way fuck. Ramona, of course, was more than willing, or at least she didn't care. She would have cut her throat if Mother paid her enough to do so. Like I said earlier, Ramona and Jose had a helluva good deal working for my mother.
"I almost had a premature orgasm-what the books call an ejucalatio praecox-as I watched Ramona undress. I tell you, she had tits that were actually pointed, the nips big, brown, and delightful. Her cunt jungle was even more bushy than Mother's, while her ass was deliciously rounded, firm, and fully packed.
"The three of us stood there naked, and, smiling, Ramona said, 'Me have her first-huh?' Her dark eyes indicated Mama dear-and that's another reason I didn't want Jose fucking around with us. I don't know what you'd call Ramona, but she loved doing it with an-other woman as well as she enjoyed doing it with a man. I knew that from watching her and Jose and Sylvia-and I was afraid Jose might also be a half queer and try to go down on me. Anyhow, his cock was bigger than mine, which made me sort of ashamed of myself.
"My mother smiled. "Is that all right with you, Billy-boy?' For once the cock-licker was cold sober (which was rather frightening).
"'Sure,' I said, not wanting to rock the boat of Screw. 'I'll lick Ramona's asshole while she makes you happy.'
"I don't have to tell you the kind of hard I had by this time. It's a wonder it didn't break right off!
"Mother spread out on the bed and Ramona crawled down beside her, giving her a kiss full on the mouth, a long, lingering French kiss, and Sylvia flung her arms around Ramona's neck. The two goddamn queers! Ramona fondled Sylvia's boobies for a while and then dipped her lips and began sucking on the nipples, while Mother fingered Ramona's cunt. In the meantime, I crawled up behind Ramona's butt, spread her cheeks, carefully put in my face, and began sucking and boring into her rectum. At one point, Ramona raised her mouth from Sylvia's tits and whispered. Try to get your tongue in me back there.'
"What did she think I was trying to do, sharpen a pencil? The three of us did about everything, except fuck on the ceiling. We left that to the flies. After a time, I crawled into Mother's wet pussy and began fucking her. Ramona eased herself up behind me, fastened her mouth to my ass and began a back-door feast, her head riding up and down with my behind as I fucked Sylvia.
"Then Sylvia had a pretty good idea. I got to my back and she and Ramona took turns mounting my mouth with their cunts. First Mother cunt-mouthed me, and I sucked her while Ramona ate my joy-prong. Then Mother and Ramona changed positions, and I sucked off Ramona while Mama ate my peter.
"After a time, I got tired of being low-man-on-the-bed and said, 'Mother, let me fuck you in the mouth,' She agreed. She got on her back and I knelt at her mouth, put in my cock, and she began frenching me and fingering my bunghole. And while Mother sucked me off, Ramona feasted on her hairy box, saying, right before she began, 'Billy, you no come in her mouth this time. Me want to drink your come,' That spik, I tell you ... She didn't know two hundreds words of English-and if I live to be six hundred-oh, the hell with it!
"Later, I fucked Ramona, and Mother got her kicks by licking my butthole. She seemed to enjoy a butt-suck even better than Ramona did. If I live to be six hundred, I don't believe I'l ever find two women more perverted than those two! After that, the two whores did a sixty-nine, with me cornholing Ramona who was on top. Then Ramona and I did a sixty-and-the-number-that-comes-after-eight, with me on the bottom, and as she ate my stalk, Mother got between my legs and sucked on my nuts. Uh-huh, the three of us had quite a time.
"We kept right at it, the three of us as excited and as hot as a July sun. After a time we moved off the bed, because it was wet and soggy from come and sweat. I sat down on a chair. Mother knelt in front of me and began sucking on my peter. You would have thought she was dying of thirst. Ramona stood to one side, leaning down and slightly around so that I could suck on her milk-factories. I got to thinking that a jerk with buck teeth could have really given her a swell suck-time-shit!
"After I had shot into Mother's mouth, I was pretty well done in. Well, to be honest about it, I wanted to quit, but Mother and Ramona wouldn't hear of it. Laughing, they pulled me to the rug, and, somehow, Ramona cranked me up once more to a huge hard, after which she eased herself down on my big splinter, stuffing it into her cunt-but her back was to me, so all I could do was lie there and let her fuck herself.
"'OH!' she sobbed, 'big it feels!'
"My mother stood in front of Ramona, her feet on each side of my thighs, and Ramona leaned forward and began sucking her cunny-box, putting her arms around Mother's hips. After a while, Mother suggested, I'll tell you what I'd like. I'll get on the rug, and Ramona, you can suck me. Billy hon, you can fuck me in the mouth; maybe that will make you come. And cram it all the way in to your balls; I like it that way.'
"That's what we did, with Mother even raising her hips and ass slightly in order that Ramona could wash her asshole.
"After that, Ramona crawled on Mother's mouth while I stood in front of her, extending my cock so that she could guzzle my come-what little of it I could produce. Ramona finally managed to get me to come off-a piddling few drops-and Mother got Ramona's fuck-juices.
"Like I said, we did just about everything, and I enjoyed myself better than jacking off. Don't ask me how, but the two whores got me excited again, the result of which was that I titty-fucked Mother, kneeling on her, and Ramona sucked her cunt once more. I then fucked Ramona in her asshole, after Mother vaselined my cock and worked over Ramona's rectum with the gooey stuff.
"Both women were still not satisfied. Mother sat down on a chair, and I stood in front of her and let her gobble my soft cock. On her knees behind me, Ramona helped mother by half-masturbating me. I say 'half-masturbating' because Ramona was also occupied with eating my asshole. I guess I don't have to tell you that by now I was pretty sore at both ends-and my mouth ached. Don't ask me how it happened, but the two whores managed to get me worked up once more, and I finally blasted off in Mother's mouth, becoming so excited that I actually tried to cram my entire prick down her throat. But that was it! I was fucked out. After that, Mother and Ramona had to content themselves with dildoe fucking. I helped out by licking them all over while they took turns fucking each other.
"Shit-they even fucked each other simultaneously! With a dildoe that Sylvia called the double dong'-a 15-inch shaft of rubber with a cock-head at each end. Watching, sitting there stupefied with my mouth open, I felt like a damn fool as Mother and Ramona stood facing each other, about a foot apart. Then they put each end of the 'double dong' into their cunts and, with their arms around each other, began hunching on the weird thing, cunt juice running down their thighs. I fell asleep watching them ...
"Pardon? I didn't get the question. I was thinking of the double dong. Why did I kill my mother? I had to kill Sylvia, although I had been toying around with the idea for some time. What brought everything to a head was the day I overheard Sylvia making an appointment for us to see a head shrinker ... with a Doctor G---, who had offices in downtown Portland. Sonuvabitch! The bitch has actually done it! She was actually going to take me to a psychiatrist, in three weeks. I knew then that she had to die. There was still another reason why she had to go bye-bye to happiness land in the sky. I was her only living relative. With her dead, I'd get everything-and couldn't you have a lot of fun with an estate that was better than a million dollars.
"I knew I had to make her death look accidental, figuring this wouldn't be difficult to do, since she was a heavy drinker. Like a nice accidental fall down the stairs.
"As you may have surmised, I'm an omnivorous reader. I figured if I choked my mother to death with a throat lock (I had read about judo in a book) and then pushed her down the stairs, her death would look-like an accident. So I was wrong. But how was I to know that the medical examiner would find out about that bone in her neck and discover she was murdered? Say, do you think I'll be able to become a chemist while I'm in the penitentiary?"
(Author's Note: The subject is referring to the hyoid, the bone located beneath the chin in the upper part of the neck; it is the bone to which the tongue muscles are attached. The hyoid is a very tough bone and only an extreme amount of pressure, or a sharp blow, can crack it. It is very unlikely that a fall down a flight of stairs could do it.)
To conclude the case study of Billy L. H-, we must make mention of his mother, who made possible the act of incest between her son and herself, her acquiescence to his demands and desires confirming the theory of Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg, who writes in Incest Behavior: "In the mother-son type (of incest), when the son is the aggressor, the tendency is for the incestuous event to terminate whatever mother-son relationship exists. The mother, then, socially renounces her biological offspring as her son."
The same psychosexual process takes place in the son, who renounces his mother, thus freeing himself completely from the incest taboo restriction. This is what happened to Billy L. Once he had renounced Sylvia, his libido could completely overpower his superego; the void left by conscience was then replaced by hate, making the decision of murder an easy one. In his mind, Billy did not murder his mother, only a woman he hated ...
On September 21, 1969, Billy L. H--- was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to life imprisonment. The vicious circle of incest had completed itself.
CHAPTER TWO - Paula and Her Stepfather
"I was about ten years old when my father was killed in a coal mine outside Garterville. As I recall mother's telling me, it was a mine cave-in. About two years later, mother remarried. Her new husband was a very nice man, several years younger than she. Julius was 28 at the time, and mother was 30. He was good-looking and easygoing, but he did have one defective trait: The poor dear simply couldn't hold a job-not that he was lazy or a bum! I think he had some kind of emotional difficulty which prompted him always to find something wrong with either the job or his boss. Either working conditions weren't right, or else the boss 'had it in* for him.
"Because Ju-Ju-that's what mother and I called him-was not a good provider, mother had to return to her job at one of the local bakeries. She didn't want to, but she had no choice, riot being able to depend on Ju-Ju for any kind of constant support; but, as she told me when I got older and could understand what a crummy world this is, she didn't divorce him because she felt I needed a father's influence. And Ju-Ju was very good to me; in turn, I was very fond of him. However, you've got to admit his 'fatherly influence' didn't work very well-did it? Or I wouldn't be here-would I? I guess my mother's wasn't much good either ...
"Anyhow, it was a real groovy scene as I got older. Ju and I went everywhere together. Yes, he was genuinely fond of me and enjoyed doing things for me and making me happy. I attribute this to the fact that, in many ways, he was like a kid himself. Ju-Ju was forever seeing some kind of rosy future, but never doing anything to make his dreams come true. He'd get fired from a job, or quit, and when mother would raise Gain with him, he'd merely laugh and say that life was too short to be taken seriously. He said success was just a matter of luck, but, of course, all failures in the world give that cop-out.
"But I liked my-stepfather. Looking back, I think I loved him. I think I still do. For one thing, he loved classical music; so did I. When I got older, around thirteen and fourteen, he always bought a nice record for me, when he had any spare money-like for my birthday last year, he got me an LP of Debussy's La Mer. But I don't suppose you're interested in my interest in music, which has nothing to do with fucking! Needless to say, the idea to have my stepfather cop my cherry didn't develop overnight. I got to blowing my dates first and having them suck me off. First of all, I enjoyed sex. I dig feeling a boy's tongue roaming around in my cunt-and sucking on a cock isn't bad either. It's just like sucking on a big banana-except for the taste of come. But there's a way to get around that! All a girl has to do is chew gum before she sucks the guy. Too, I figured that selling my pussy would be an ideal way to get what I wanted-better clothes and other things. At first, my plan to use sex to good advantage was rather an ephemeral one, but then I got to thinking. We were having a rough time of it at home, sailing along on a financial sea in a boat that was more than leaky. Mother always managed to dress me fairly well, and though I looked better than a lot of kids at school, that still didn't prevent me from wanting more. I made up my mind: I'd sell my cunt-which made more sense than giving it away, the way a lot of girls did, just so they could have dates.
"Right off, I began having difficulties-oh, nothing really serious. It was only that the other girls at school could not understand my sudden popularity, as I wasn't the type of gal whom boys were anxious to date. While I was one of the most attractive girls in school, I wasn't a leader in student activities and was considered somewhat of a square because I didn't mix and take part in their childish games; there was also the fact that I always made excellent grades, my proficiency causing a lot of the girls to be jealous of me.
"Nevertheless, the other girls never did discover the reason for my sudden popularity with the boys, thinking I was a big hit because of my figure. In a way, they were half right. Those dumb kids! They wouldn't have believed that I was a virgin and never, but never, permitted my dates the pleasure of sexual intercourse-that I had decided to save my cherry for the man I'd eventually love.
"When a boy would ask me for a date, I'd smile and nod my head. 'You know, of course, it will cost you?' I would say.
"Some boys realized what I meant. Others thought that I had only expensive tastes. What I really meant is that I only dated if I was paid, and that the date would always include the boy's getting his peter sucked. A few of the guys dated me only once, but most of them always came back for more and more, like, for instance, Jerry. I never will forget the first time I dated him.
"He asked me for a date, and I said, 'Sure, Jerry, I'll go out with you. But it will cost you-at least ten dollars.'
"Uh-huh, I knew what he was assuming-that I meant a dinner and a movie. The poor dope. I knew he was figuring all the angles, thinking he was getting off cheap.
"That night he picked me up in his father's car, and as soon as I had seated myself, I mentioned the ten-spot. The poor boy stared at me in bewilderment.
"'You mean-I'm supposed to pay you?'
"'If you want to get between my legs, you are,' I said sweetly.
" 'Well, I'll be damned!' he exclaimed. 'This is certainly a new one on me. I've never paid a girl to go out with me, but at least I won't have to coax you into letting me have a piece.' Fumbling with his wallet, he handed me a ten-dollar bill. Then, rather gruffly-I knew he was trying to cover up his surprise-he asked me where I wanted to go. 'The drive-in okay with you? Or do you want to eat first?'
"'Drive directly to the park,' I said matter-of-factly, wanting to laugh. Why, he acted as if we were on a legitimate date.
" 'Huh! To the park! You mean right now?' he echoed.
"'I certainly don't mean tomorrow,' I said. 'You've paid for my services, so there's no point in us beating around the bush.'
" 'You sure as hell are cold-blooded about it,' Jerry said. Then he drove to the well-known lovers' lane area of the park that was well secluded.
"After he turned off the lights, I promptly went into action. I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my breasts, and then took Jerry's hands and placed them on my hot flesh. After he had nervously kneaded them a bit, I cuddled close and lifted my mouth to receive his kiss, making ready with my tongue, which was wet and practiced. A gal can always get a boy hot by French-kissing him. For a moment, my tongue danced with his, as our mouths met, then withdrew so that I could grab him fully with my lips and suck upon him. Soon, realizing that I had stimulated him enough, I reached to his lap, expertly lifted his zipper tab between thumb and forefinger, and drew it downward. Then I reached inside and pulled out his hard, throbbing peter.
"'Ohhhh, gosh!' Jerry gulped. 'This is great!'
" 'Oh sure. Gee, golly-gosh, gee-whizz,' I said, kidding him.
"For a few seconds I merely held onto his cock, tightening my fingers around the hard shaft of flesh. Then, when I felt his fingers digging into my breasts, I gently began moving my hand up and down over his root, giving him a rather slow masturbation job, but still careful not to stimulate him to the point of ejaculation.
"Well, that was a proven method, and very soon Jerry wheezed a long, shuddering sigh of desire and began probing between my thighs with his hands, Tsk-tsk-such a nasty boy. And terribly stupid, too!
"'Come on,' he whispered. 'Let me put it in. Let's fuck!' Hooking his fingers into my panties, he attempted to pull them down over my hips. That's when I gave him the bad news.
"'Nothing doing,' I said. 'You're not getting my cherry, buster!'
"You'd have thought I had slapped him. I could see him staring at me in the semidarkness, and once more he tried to force his hand between my legs, which were clamped together as tightly as a stamp on an envelope.
"'What the shit you trying to pull, goddam it!' he said, his voice rising and growing worried. 'I done paid you ten bucks for a piece of ass! Cone on! Let's screw-or give me my money back!'
"That's right, Jerry boy, you did. But I didn't say I was going to let you fuck me. I only said that you could get between my legs, and you have-with your hands!'
"'Now, goddam it! If you think-' He began to rave.
" 'Oh shut up,' I giggled, squeezing his prick very hard. 'Lean back and I'll show you something,' Actually, I was delighting in his fear and anxiety.
"Although confused, Jerry nevertheless obeyed, leaning back against the seat and spreading his legs somewhat. I folded my fingers around the upper portion of his peter and deftly pushed downward. Pulling back on the prepuce and exposing the glans, while with my other hand, I dug into the opening of his pants and pulled out his sack of balls. This didn't reassure him at all.
" 'Well, shit!' Jerry protested angrily. 'It sure ain't worth ten bucks for you to jack me off. I can do that myself-and do you have to keep chawin' away at that damn gum?'
"'Shut up and be quiet,' I snapped. 'I'm going to blow you; you'll get your money's worth-the way I do it.' I took the gum out of my mouth.
"Moving myself to a more accommodating position, I bent my head and gently began licking the sides of his penis, slowly working downward to the base. I delighted in the fact that Jerry had a fairly large cock. I don't like to work on a midget-sized peter.
"I began to lick the wrinkled and hairy skin of his testicles, now and then sucking the skin into my mouth and tenderly chewing on the warm flesh. Sighing, Jerry put his hands on my shoulders, and I knew what he was thinking: that he had well spent his ten dollars. I knew something else he was wondering: whether or not I would swallow his come, and if I didn't, would I spit it out in his father's precious car?
"Returning to his cock, I began walking my tongue, licking and nibbling along the underside of the slightly throbbing root, keeping a steady on course until I reached the head, which was now wet with fluid that dribbled through the little slit in the end. I moved my mouth over the semisphere of slick wet flesh and engulfed it completely, closing my lips tightly around-yes, around the corona. But I did not suck, not immediately. Instead, I permitted my tongue to roam all about the smooth surface, letting it linger for a moment at the pee-slit in the peak. Then I plunged down on the throbbing cock, taking as much of it into my mouth as was possible, until I felt the tip tickling and tapping at the back of my throat. Then, quickly, I withdrew, letting the prick slide from my mouth, but retaining the head to suck on. Finally I began a slow but very powerful suction, and while I mouth-pulled on the head, I put my fingers into my cunt and began to masturbate. Jerry moved his hands to my head, ail the while groaning, his prick jerking and throbbing in my mouth. I knew he was right on the verge of coming. I knew this from the way the pressure of his hands on my head increased, ail of which told me he was building up toward his peak. His groans also told me-and, specifically, the special kind of pulsation that ran throughout his organ.
"I will explain here that every time I blew the cock of a date, I always pretended I was doing it to my stepfather. Sucking Ju-Ju's peter was always my chief fantasy, had been for almost two years, even when I masturbated at home. Sometimes I even felt a little jealous of mother, because she could have his cock anytime she wanted it-all for her very own. She could suck on it, or have him shove it in her pussy, or between her tits, or even in her rear end-if she wanted it that way. Lots of times at night, I'd lie in bed and masturbate, all the while thinking of my stepfather doing ail kinds of nice things to me. In particular, I'd think of him fucking me in the mouth.
"That's what I did while I sucked Jerry, furiously finger-jabbing at my hard, tight clitoris, and thinking, daydreaming, of Ju-Ju screwing me in the mouth! I submerged myself completely in my efforts-sucking-sucking-pulling-pulling. Finally my universe became one giant cock, my entire existence centering around an eternal suck, and I became aware of Jerry's hands tightening on my head, his palms pushing against my hair.
"Jerry began to blubber. 'I-I'mm almost ready-I-I-ohhhh ... OHHH! Hereee it-is! I-oh-uUhhhhhhh-huhuhuhuhuhu !'
"Like the mighty Tannhauser escaping from the enchanted Venusberg cavern, Jerry's rushing come squirted from his cock, bubbling into my anxious mouth. I hardly noticed the warm tangy taste of the stuff, too absorbed in my efforts of pulling the thick cream from his exploding cock. I swallowed furiously, taking every drop into my body as if I were depriving him of his strength, as if by swallowing his come I was gaining a new strength all my own.
"'UH-UH-UH!' Jerry groaned loudly. Pressing down on my head, he forced his vomiting prick into my mouth, more and more of it. I took it all, continuing to suck on the organ, extracting from it the final drops of his ejaculation. Then suddenly, I felt the very first ripple of my own come, a giant shudder of relief as my cunt shot to the extreme heights of emotion ...
"So, I began working as a professional prostitute before I decided on letting my stepfather have first chance at my pussy. You might say I got into it by accident. One night I picked up a stranger, an older man-he must have been in his late twenties-and he took me to a cheap dive with a half dozen cabins in back of the place. The roadhouse was owned by a woman named Dolly K--, an old whore from East Saint Louis; and Bennie M--, the guy I had picked up, was not only a pimp, but a good friend of Dolly's.
"The three of us got to talking, and Dolly and Bennie found out I was hustling high-school boys. They thought this was a big joke. That's when Dolly pointed out I could make more money in one night working for her than I could in a month on my own.
"'But I'm not going to let any slob stick his cock in me!' I said. 'I don't mind blowing a man or letting him go down on me, but that's 'all.'
"That was okay with Dolly, who said I wouldn't have to fuck. She went on to say I could become what she called an 'erotic specialist' and service masochists. I didn't know what masochists were, but after she laughed and told me, J found the idea intriguing. Making men miserable appealed to me, and just thinking about it made my nipples harden and my cunt twitch.
" 'Why, child, some men will pay as much as seventy-five dollars to have a young girl 'torture" them,' Dolly confided to me. 'You'll keep half and I'll get the other half. And there ain't nobody that bothers us out here at the W-- W--.'
"It was agreed then. I would become an erotic specialist, working two nights a week in one of the cabins out back of the place, but always alternating the nights, to keep mother and Ju-Ju from getting suspicious.
"I know ... you want to hear about some of my experiences at the W--- W---. That's the way you psychiatrists are: you want to know every little juicy detail. Personally, I think you're all nothing but dirty old men.
"I recall very vividly the very first masochist that Dolly sent to me, a bald-headed man who must have been in his fifties. I made him take off all his clothes and kneel down before me. Jeez! He was one hell of a sight! He had a big pot gut and a lot of big veins in his legs, and his cock, which got hard almost instantly, wasn't more than twice the size of my thumb.
"I kept on my red domino mask and my knee-length boots (Dolly had coached me very carefully and I was more than an attentive pupil!), but very slowly I removed the rest of my clothing, until finally I was stark-naked and my cunt was only a foot or so from the slob's mouth. But I didn't let him suck me, not then, wanting to make him suffer from longing. The damn fool had a look of sheer bliss on his face-like a newly arrived soul in heaven, getting its first glimpse of God! But I guess paradise is having complete faith in something, and this poor jerk sure had faith in me.
"With my hands on my hips, I stood there, staring down at the freak. 'Okay, Pops, what do you want me to use on you?' I purred. 'I've got whips, paddles, even clubs and chains. You name it, Dad. I've got it. You want me to tie you up before I beat hell out of you? Come on, swine, I've not got all day to wait while you make up your mind.' I put both my feet on his hands, which were spread out on the floor.
"Baldy shook his head, the top of which was dotted with sweat. 'No,' he croaked. 'I don't care for any bondage. But a whip-a whip will do fine.'
"I noticed that his stomach was very white and smooth, and suddenly I wanted to kick it. I went into another room and got a brown leather whip, the kind you use at race tracks. Christ! It was a wicked-looking thing, and after I returned to Baldy and began swishing it through the air, flexing my arm, I hated to think of how it would feel if someone whacked it over my butt!
"It was amazing! Absolutely fantastic I Kneeling there, Baldy stared at the whip, his eyes filled with fear and horror. 'I know,' I said smugly. 'You are dying to know what I am going to do to you, aren't you? But you don't dare ask-and do you know why?'
"The poor bastard shook his head-automatically, like a robot.
"'One part of you is saying run before the pain starts,' I hissed. 'But the other part of you won't even let your feet move. You're drawn to me and actually want the pain I'm going to give you. Isn't that right, you fuckin' freak?'
"Yes, yes!" Again his head nodded.
"'And call me your Most Noble and Divine Mistress,' I snapped. 'Now, you lump of rotten manure, tell me why you need pain-and don't you dare lie to me!'
"His words poured out of him, almost as if he were relieved to tell me, as if he were confessing a deep, dark secret. 'I-I exist ... It's a paradox. I abhor the pain, but still I must have it in order to get a hard on and keep it. I hate the pain and yet am drawn to it. That is the way I've been for almost three years, ever since June died. She was my wife and it was my fault that she died in an automobile accident. I killed her. It was my fault. I was driving the car. Since then, I-I've been almost completely impotent as regards normal intercourse. I-I don't like pain, but must have it.'
"The poor nutty son of a bitch! 'All right, Pops,' I snapped. 'Flat on your face. I haven't got all night to fuck around with you.'
"The nut fell to his face, pressing his chest and belly to the floor, his chin touching the worn carpet. 'Oh please, Most Noble and Divine Mistress, have mercy-oh please have mercy on me!' he pleaded, his voice almost a whine. But as Dolly had clued me, this was how the sadist-masochist game was played.
"'Beg for the whip, you bastard,' I snarled, trying to sound cruel, but wanting to laugh. Honestly, I tell you, Baldy was one pathetic sight!
" 'Call me swine!' he pleaded. 'PLEASE! Make me-suffer!'
"I spread my legs, enjoying myself to the fullest and taking a stance of domination.
" 'You're a swine!' I screamed at him. I figured I might as well give the nut his money's worth! 'You're a no-good low swine that eats shit-and your mother was a dirty no-good cocksucker! Isn't that right! Now, does that make you feel humiliated?'
"'Say it, swine! ADMIT IT!' I yelled at him, raising my whip. 'SAY IT!'
" I'm a-low swine-that eats shit-and my mother -my mother was a cocksucker. OHHHH, I feel soooo degraded. Oh, Divine Mistress-mercy, please, PLEASE!'
"'And you deserve to be whipped, don't you?' I suddenly found, to my astonishment, I was perspiring profusely, that sweat had formed puddles in my armpits and was trickling down my sides. I was also becoming sexually excited-and I could hardly wait until his tongue would shoot into my cunt.
"'Yes, yes,' the old fool cried, looking up to me as best he could from his position on the floor. 'I deserved to be punished, to be whipped. Whip me, please-whip me!'
"I began walking around the poor pathetic freak- and then I Said it on him, striking downward with the whip-once, twice, three times-slashing his shoulders and back, his buttocks and the back of his thighs. I loved whipping him, seeing the red-purple welts that rose instantly on his dead-white body, long streaks of agony marks that ran crazily in all directions. He moaned and cried, blubbered and sobbed in what had to be sheer agony and, at the same time, sheer ecstasy.
"Again and again I sliced my whip cruelly into his soft flabby flesh, its tip cutting him like a blue-hot knife, and when I finally finished, after five minutes or so, poor Baldy was a bloody mess. I stood there, breathing hard and looking down at him. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror that hung on the wall and saw, to my surprise, that my face was a mask of pleasure, my mouth frozen in a fixed smile.
"Baldy began crawling around on the floor, moaning and groaning, like some kind of snake. Jeez! He was one hideous sight, his back and butt a mass of bloody welts. I stood there, frozen in fascination, fingering my cunt. I sure had the hots for his tongue, but I remembered what Dolly had told me: Play it out! Make a freak suffer physically and mentally.
"Then Baldy surprised me by saying, 'Your foot, Noble and Most Divine Mistress.' He groaned. "Ohhhh, the pain, the pai-nnnn.'
" 'What about my foot, you hunk of blubber!' I snarled.
'Let me love your foot. Please. I-I must love your foot ...'
"Was he a nut? Yes, he was. 'Very well, swine,' I said in a low voice, throwing the whip to the floor. Then I relaxed and began smiling as he began kissing the instep of my right boot, licking it, rubbing his lips tenderly over the highly polished leather.
"'All right, you son of a bitch,' I snarled in pseudoanger. Take my boot off and tongue-wash my foot. And you'd better do a good job or I'll shove ground glass into your asshole!'
"Trembling and shaking like a leaf in a tornado, the nut complied with my demand and soon his tongue was slobbering over my foot, probing between each toe, licking the sole and instep. Then, once more the goof-ball surprised me by saying, or rather, begging in a high whine, 'Please, Noble and Divine Goddess, beat me some more. I-I have been bad. I-I must be punished!'
"I laughed in the poor fool's face, grinning like a she-devil. Actually, the more I tortured him, the more I enjoyed it. I shook my head and spit out at him, 'Sorry, swine. Before we continue, you've got to eat my pussy and make me come. Then, if you do a real groovy job of hair-pie eating, I'll give you some more of my sweet whip.' I put my foot on his shoulder and pushed him over on his back, causing him to groan loudly as the rough rug ground into his whip cuts.
"'The choice is yours, Pops. Make up your sick and silly mind.'
"The slob nodded dumbly, and quickly I got to the bed, where, for a half hour or so, he sucked my cunt, as well as licked my asshole. I tell you! I must have had two dozen comes! But finally I had enough, so I got off the bed and commanded him to hand me the whip. 'Very well, you pot-gutted swine, now you can have your climax, but only if you do as I tell you. You understand that?'
"Without my telling him to do so, the damn fool knelt before me. 'Yes, yes. I'll do anything you say, oh noble lady,' he croaked.
"The whole scene was weird. Way out ... I won't go into it.
"After some months of working as an erotic specialist-a sadist-at The W--- W--- arid getting my pussy sucked regularly-because I always made my clients eat my box-I began wanting a cock inside of me, in my cunt. But the trouble was that my pride wouldn't permit me to let one of those freaks grab off my cherry. No, sir! No pain lover was going to have a cherry harvest with me, because I was determined to give my virginity to a man who deserved it, a good man, a very special man, a man who would appreciate it. At the same time, I knew I couldn't wait until I was married. Why, that was years away! But I knew I had to do something. Burning up in need and desperation, I was masturbating myself silly, and a man's tongue simply couldn't do the job. I suppose that statement is rather ambiguous, considering that I had no way of comparing a cock to a tongue, since I had never had a peter inside me.
"Then one night the answer to my dilemma came to me in a dream, when I dreamt that my stepfather was fucking me. With pounding heart and sizzling pussy, I woke up, instinctively knowing that I had found the answer: I'd get Ju-Ju to fuck me. It was all so rights so wonderful and perfect and only sensible that it should be he who would get my cherry. He loved me and I loved him. What better man deserved it? I knew something else, too: I'd have to seduce him. But-how? I decided to watch and wait and bide my time ... Sooner or later, I'd get my chance. I was determined. Within months, if not sooner, I'd have my stepfather's prick inside my cunt ... "
It is evident in Paula's case that we are dealing with the results of more than one abnormality, namely a severe Electra complex, since it is complicated by her sadomasochism, although this latter aberrancy had no direct motivational bearing on her decision to seduce her stepfather into sexual intercourse; nevertheless, we must consider this element of sadomasochism, since it is an integral part of Paula's libido, of the fertile soil so vital to the growing of warped and twisted sexuality.
It is necessary to say that sexual abnormality never develops suddenly; it develops slowly, over a period of years, from a background of complex factors which, working in unison with each other, combine to produce the aberration. And it did not develop overnight in Paula T-.
At this point we will do well to refresh our memory with an explanation of the Oedipus complex, the counterpart of which, in girls, is called the Electra complex. Reduced to its simplest explanation, the Electra complex is the incestuous desire of the daughter for sexual relations with the father. Extended to greater analysis, the Electra wish means that, with the transference of the child-penis wish on to her father, the girl enters into the situation of the Electra complex. "This means that she associates her lack of a penis with her father's having one; this, in turn, creates hostility against her mother, who, receiving everything from the father that the girl wants, including his penis, now becomes a rival.
The girl's Electra complex long conceals the pre-Oedipus attachment to her mother, which is so important and which leaves behind it such lasting fixations. For the girl, the Electra complex is the conclusion of a long and difficult period of development; it is a kind of temporary solution of her problems, and a state of equilibrium which is not lightly to be given up, especially as the onset of the latency period is not far off.
It is here that we notice a difference between the two sexes in the relation between the Oedipus complex and the castration complex, a difference which is probably a momentous one. The boy's Oedipus complex, in which he desires his mother, and wants to get rid of his father as a rival, develops naturally out of the phase of phallic sexuality. The threat of castration, however, forces him to give up this attitude. Under the influence of the danger of losing his penis, he abandons his Oedipus complex; it becomes repressed and, in the most normal cases, entirely destroyed, while a severe superego (or conscience) is set up as its heir. 'What happens in the case of a girl is almost the opposite. The castration complex prepares the way for the Oedipus situation (the Electra wish) instead of destroying it, and what happens is this: Under the influence of her penis-envy the girl is driven from her attachment to her mother, and enters the Electra situation as though it were a haven of refuge. When the fear of castration disappears, the primary motive is removed, which has forced the boy to overcome his Oedipus complex, but the girl remains in the Oedipus (Electra) situation for an indefinite period, only abandoning it late in life, and then completely. The formation of the superego must suffer in these circumstances, which, in part, explains why some women can be so utterly and completely ruthless.
How does all this apply to Paula, the subject of our case study? It is obvious that most teenage girls want things their parents cannot afford, or, for whatever reason, do not want them to have; yet, the average girl does not turn to sexual promiscuity in order to acquire these things. She doesn't for one very good reason: the factors necessary for promiscuity are not present in her psychosexual makeup. These factors were present in Paula T---; one factor was more than strong enough to subjugate the superego: an intense Electra complex which quickly manifested itself in Paula's desire for material gain.
Without knowing it, without realizing it, Paula was not fellating or being cunnilingued by dates; she was having oral relations with her stepfather, the man who represented to her, emotionally and subconsciously, a real biologic father. Her own words give evidence to this fact: "He loved me and I loved him." Almost as if -at least to Paula-they were lovers! Her words also indicate the strength of the complex, which, after growing in strength, finally could insinuate itself into her ego (and/or consciousness).
Thus we see that Paula's promiscuity, her high-school whoredom, and later her activities at the W--- W---, were merely a prelude to the full-blown realization of her Electra complex, expressing itself at its peak in her conscious determination to seduce her stepfather.
How does Paula's sadomasochism fit into this complex framework of abnormality? Was she actually, subconsciously, punishing her stepfather when she beat and whipped and tortured her clients?
For an explanation, we first must regress a little to the works of Freud. Discussing sexuality in general, Freud says, in Beyond the Pleasure Principle: "From the very start we recognized the presence of a sadistic component in the sexual instinct ... later, the sadistic instinct separates off, and finally, at the stage of genital primacy, it takes on, for the purposes of reproduction, the function of overpowering the sexual object to the extent necessary for carrying out the sexual act."
Here we see how Freud identifies sadism with destructive and death instincts. He also points out that in the sexual act these instincts are subordinated to Eors in order to secure control of the subject of the search-the love object. Writes Freud: "It may be assumed that the impulse of cruelty arises from the instinct for mastery and appears at a period of seual life at which the genitals have not taken over their later role.'
In The Ego and the Id, Freud repeats this idea, but this time insists on the importance of Instinctual disfusion: Says he: "The sadistic component of the sexual instinct would be a classical example of a serviceable instinctual fusion. Making a swift generalization, we might conjecture that the essence of a libido lies in the disfusion of instincts."
We mention this background to the formation of generalized sadomasochism in women as a foundation to the explanation of Paula's origin of sadism and her enjoyment of cruelty.
No, Paula was not "torturing" her stepfather when she "serviced" a masochistic client. Her sadism was merely a by-product of her Electra complex, an intensification of Electra to express itself, to free itself from bondage, from the imprisonment of the id. In beating her clients, Paula was partially achieving her goal-on a subconscious level, of course-which was to have intercourse with her father.
A note of caution to the reader. It must not be thought that all unresolved complexes, Electra and otherwise, express themselves in sadomasochism. The production of sadomasochism depends on many factors and the strength of their intensification, of which Oedipus/Electra is only one, as well as other motivations which, at present, are not fully understood (and too complicated to discuss in this short work); nor does an unresolved Electra complex invariably result in conscious desire for incestuous sexual contact. It seldom does, the superego usually succeeding in completely repressing such desires.
Psychosomatic (or pure psychogenic) illness is by far the most common mode of unresolved Electra expression-various phobias and compulsions, and/or conversion symptoms (such as the famous backache or "sick headache," as well as hundreds-literally-of other body symptoms). However, symptoms may also arise from guilt over the Electra situation. Here we find that when the superego is as powerful as the unresolved Electra desire (or perhaps even more powerful), guilt can be the result, with the desire of the conscience (now in deadly and unrelenting conflict with Electra) being to expiate what it feels to be the monstrous sin of incest; for to superego, the desire is as bad as the commission of the act itself.
We cannot pass over this lightly, as a girl's guilt toward her father does not interfere merely with her sexual life (perhaps even to the extent of frigidity-or female homosexuality) but extends to her achievements in other fields if they take on an unconscious phallic significance. Inhibition related to this guilt seems to me chiefly responsible for woman's place in culture and society today. Psychoanalysts have noticed that Oedipal guilt, linked to the guilt of surpassing the mother, is associated in many intellectual, professional, and creative activities with a feeling of guilt toward the father, a guilt which is specifically feminine. Indeed, it has been found that in patients suffering from chronic headaches their guilt over surpassing their parents on an intellectual level was usually linked to the father, particularly in female patients. For both sexes successful intellectual activity is the unconscious equivalent of possessing the penis. For women this means they have the father's penis and have thus dispossessed the mother-the Oedipal drama. In addition, they have also castrated the father.
But only very rarely does the Electra complex lead its possessor to consciously desiring sexual contact with the parent. And when it does? Then we have a girl or woman who becomes utterly ruthless in her desire to have contact not with a sexual father-figure but with the father himself.
This is precisely what happened in the case of Paula T-.
You may wonder how I intended to go about seducing my stepfather. I wondered, too! I wondered quite a bit, until I began to think very seriously about the problem. After a good deal of analyzing, I suddenly realized that all I would have to do was make myself available and catch Ju-Ju at just the right moment, when mother wasn't around. I suppose that's silly to say that-about mother, I mean. He, could hardly screw me while she was present, could he? I'd just have to wait and pick the right moment. I had no choice. I could hardly walk up to my stepfather and say, 'Gee, gosh, dear old Dad. I sure wish you'd stick your in me!'
"Naturally, I knew I'd need a lot of good old-fashioned luck, in spite of my awareness that I had something else going for me-pure sex! Instinctively, I realized that any normal man could not help but be attracted, sexually, to a good-looking, shaped-up teenage girl. I'm not saying that a normal man goes out looking for a young pussy to fuck; I'm just saying that he'd like to.
"That's where parents goof about their teenage daughters: they think the sweet young things don't have any sexual feelings! HA! Take me, for instance! While I always acted like a superdedicated vestal virgin around my parents, I never missed for a moment the way my stepfather sometimes looked at me, the longing he had in his eyes, the way his hot gaze undressed me and roamed hungrily over my body. Often I wanted to laugh out loud when I thought of how 'immature' mother and Ju-Ju considered me, and reflected on how he often looked at me.
"I suppose I am making my stepfather look like a dirty old man. I don't mean to, and I don't want you to get the impression that he leered after me or was the kind of father who tried to get in his 'feelies' when mother wasn't looking. It was just the exact opposite. Why, I don't think the poor man was .even conscious of how he looked at me, nor realized that he had the hots for me. Oh, I suppose he knew, in the sense that he was aware of my sexual attractiveness; but I don't think he ever toyed with the idea of doing anything. That sort of worried me! For my purpose, it would have been easier if he had wanted to screw me. But because he didn't, or rather, because he wasn't doing anything about it, I knew I would have to make his desire for me overpower his conscience.
"My chance came sooner than I had expected-one Saturday afternoon in July, when I was sunbathing in a bikini in the backyard. Mother had left that morning to work in the bakery, which was not the usual procedure for her* because Saturday was her day off. But another employee was sick, and mother had to work in her place. That's why I was wearing my bikini, because mother, not being at home, could not disapprove.
"My stepfather had also left earlier in the day, to see about a job with a construction company which was laying a pipeline on the edge of town. Ju-Ju came home that afternoon, about two; and when I rushed into the house-thinking that now was my chance, since mother was away-I saw immediately, to my surprise, that he had been drinking. Ordinarily, my stepfather was not a drinking man, but as he explained, he had gotten the job and had stopped at a bar to celebrate-not that he was stoned, only feeling no pain.
"Exuberantly, I flung myself against him, pressing my breasts and loins firmly against him, knowing what my action had to trigger in him.
" 'Oh, Ju-Ju,' I cooed in my professional virgin's voice. 'I'm so happy you got the job. But you've been drinking, and mother won't like that.'
"He smiled crazily, and his arms went out as if to encircle me; then he stopped, as if remembering that I was eighty percent naked, with only a thin bit of cloth across my tits and nothing more than what amounted to a small handkerchief covering my pussy and rear.
" 'I've-I've brought you a present,' Ju-Ju said, stepping back, reaching into his pocket, and handing me a small gift-wrapped package. The gift was only a cheap bead necklace, but I was overjoyed with it-loving him all the more for his thoughtful ness. I saw his eyes dart to my breasts, then to my belly, then on down to my legs, and I knew I had his juices boiling, I also knew I'd have to initiate the action, if there was going to be any. I knew I had him going, could tell from the way he breathed and from the way his cock was beginning to bulge through his pants. And it was plain to see that his face was burning hotly from heat-and I don't mean from the July temperature either! It was also obvious that he was on the verge of taking me into his arms!
"'Thank you for the gift,' I purred. "It's a fine necklace and I'll keep it as long as I live. Honest I will,' Looking directly into his eyes, I added softly. 'You're such a wonderful man. You're so good to me. I only wish I could do something-something very special- in return.'
"Ju-Ju averted his eyes from mine and swallowed uncomfortably. It seemed to me that he didn't know what to do with his hands. He said in a strained voice. 'Yes. Well, I-I had thought of getting you a new LF or perhaps a good book, one we could both read, but I didn't have the money, and ... '
"'Why don't you pretend I'm a book, Ju-Ju,' I said throatily, looking directly at him. Til bet you'd do a marvelous job reading me. I just know you'd not skip any of the words, and do a real neat job on the fine print.'
"My poor stepfather! He looked as if he were fighting a desperate battle within himself, a fight he had to lose, either way. If he fucked me, his conscience would lose. If he didn't, his prick would go down in defeat.
"Deliberately, I dropped the necklace to the floor, and when Ju-Ju stopped to pick it up, I unfastened the lower part of my bikini and let it drop to my feet, saying sexily, 'Why don't you wet your finger and begin turning the pages?'
"That did it! Conscience lost the battle, and my poor, darling stepfather could no longer resist. Breathing heavily, he stared at my cunt; then, without a word, and beginning at my ankles, he ran his fingers slowly but quite firmly upward, to my knees, up to the outside of my thighs, and on to the starting flare of my butt. Then down to the inside of my thighs, until his thumbs made contact with the little fat lobes of my cunt lips. Spreading my legs slightly, I sighed faintly and a quick tremor ran through me, then a tremendous shiver as his finger slipped into my pussy and began probing.
" 'Ahhh, Ju-Ju-that makes me feel good ail over,' I moaned, and I meant it. For he was not a simple-minded customer at the W--- W---, or like those stupid high-school boys I had dated. He was the man I loved, and his finger worked sheer magic in my cunt. '0hhh, that's neat, Ju, the way you're doing it.' I moaned, taking off my bra and tossing it to the floor. Trembling, he paused and looked up at me.
"'We-your mother! We shouldn't be doing this!* he croaked.
"'We've already begun,' I whispered. 'Besides, Mother will never know.'
"Having discovered my naked breasts, Ju-Ju didn't argue with my perverted reasoning. Instead, he dropped to one knee and, leaning forward, kissed my nearest nipple; then, after hearing my sigh of pleasure, he began to suck firmly on it. Bending my legs and reaching down, I felt of his peter through his pants. It was as hard as iron! Ju-Ju drew back and stared at me in astonishment, his mouth almost wide open.
"'What's the matter?' I asked, frowning. 'Don't you want me to-see it?'
"Wordlessly, my stepfather got to his feet and undid the fly of his pants, his eyes on my face. My fingers were trembling uncontrollably as I reached in through the slit of his shorts and pulled out his prick. My face must have had an expression of sheer ecstasy as I let out a protracted 'ohhhhhh,' and said, 'You've got such a beautiful peter-and so-so big!' His cock was big, but I'd seen bigger. Naturally I couldn't tell him that! After all, I was supposed to be a Virgin.'
"I gazed in rapture at his cock, delighting in how he began squirming as he became hotter and hotter. Then I reached into his shorts and pulled out his nuts. I figured that now was the time to let him know what I wanted; otherwise, he might just play around without poking me. I skinned back his cock and patted his balls.
"'Oh, Ju-Ju, you do want us to fuck, don't you?' I whispered. 'I've never been laid before!' And that was the truth. I suppose I'd been sucked a couple of hundred times and must have gone down on that many peters, but I still had not had a peter in me! 'I've been -fingered by boys. But I've never had a cock inside me, You are going to fuck me, aren't you, Daddy dear?'
"The poor man didn't know what to say, my question having come too quickly for him, no doubt putting all kind of confusion in his mind. 'I-I-if you want me to!* he finally said. 'But how can we? I-'
"I didn't give him time to finish, nor perhaps change his mind. 'I'll play with it awhile first.' I whispered, squeezing his prick as if it were a sponge.
" 'Go ahead,' he said excitedly. 'Play with it; pretend you're rubbing suntan oil on it. Ahhh, honey, that's the way to do it.'
"Uh-huh! He knew what the score was! Giving him a sly smile, I began, very expertly, to masturbate him, my hand sliding up and down his hot, hard member. Then he made me stop, panting. 'Na more! Not now, or I'll come. But how can we fuck? I don't have any rubbers, and we can't take the chance of-'
"'I've got some,' I said. T got them from a girl friend.' Standing up, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him fully on the lips. In turn, he crushed me to him, pushing his tongue into my mouth and bringing up a hand to knead my tits. And when he finally released me, I urged, 'Let's go to my room and do it, Daddy. No one will bother us there, and we can fuck all we want.'
"I didn't have to ask him a second time!
"Once we were in my bedroom, Ju-Ju removed his own clothing, and, sighing, took me into his arms, holding me very tightly to his own nakedness, his cock digging into my guts, his hands roaming over my ass, my tits, and my smooth, flat stomach. Kissing the lobe of my ear and fingering my butthole, he whispered. 'Don't be afraid, honey. I'll be very gentle with you.'
"I played along with him. I'm not afraid. I know you won't hurt me.'
"Then he led me to the bed and I lay down on my back, while Ju-Ju knelt by the side. Very tenderly, he began kissing my body. Beginning at my feet, he Set his mouth play along my legs, up to my thighs, but past my cunt, on up to my navel, which he tongued and kissed for a long time, increasing the wild desire screaming within my body. His lips next found my hard nipples that quivered hot and desperately within the warm wetness of his sucking mouth. Then he whispered, 'Tarn over on your stomach, my little honey.'
"I did so, and his lips began gliding along the ridge of my backbone, moving downward until they were moving within the dark valley between my buttocks. He found my brown-hole, and ever so gently began to lick it, making me sigh with supreme pleasure. He began kissing the back of my legs, high up where the flesh was soft and very pliable, pushing his tongue down hard between them. But I knew he could never reach his goal until I turned over on my back and opened my legs wide for him. I did so, at the same time murmuring, 'Ah, Daddy, fuck me with your tongue! Suck me off like you do Mother. Make me come with your mouth!'
"Yes, yes, I will,' he gasped. I'll do it now!'
"Crawling between my thighs, he parted my cunt lips with his thumbs, doing so very gently, then ducked his head down and inserted his tongue, puckering it, permitting it to roll freely. I suppose he sensed the excited tissue becoming fervid from the fast flow of hot blood. He curved his hands around the twin globes of my buttocks and easily slipped a finger into my bunghole. I groaned loudly and quietly began to go out of my mind. Literally throwing my thighs up over his shoulders, I squeezed his cheeks and ears so crushingly that I doubt if he could hear my moans and sighs of pure lust. 'Ahhhhhh, suck me, Daddy ... SUCK MEeeeeeeee!'
"Ju-Ju-I had to admit-certainly knew his business! Having created the necessary vacuum, he began a steady sucking action on my clitoris, along with his tongue, rolling it over and around the ultrasensitive little man in the boat. My fingers began digging into his forearms and I squeezed my thighs tighter to him, Ahhhh, how my stepfather could eat pussy! Writhing from side to side, I felt a vast bubbling building within my cunt; it had begun when Ju-Ju and I kissed downstairs, and had continued to grow,-to build all out of proportion as I lay on the bed. Now-as Ju-Ju sucked me-it exploded. Violent waves of supreme satisfaction flooded my body, pleasure so intense that it was almost painful!
" 'OHHHHH!' I cried, almost screaming. 'I'm com-inggggg. Suck itttttttt!' Ju-Ju stabbed at me with his tongue, wanting me, in his kindness, to have the greatest come ever. I clawed at him, twisted and rolled on the bed, hunching up my hips in order to get more of my cunt into his mouth. However, no come can last forever, and finally I relaxed, releasing my stepafther's head from my legs. 'Did I taste good?' I asked with a mischievous little smile. 'Does my cunt taste as good as Mother's?'
"Ju-Ju raised himself, his lips dripping with my pussy juices. 'Better,' he said, wiping his mouth on the sheet. 'You've got a sweet taste, but I suppose that's because you're so young.' He stretched out beside me on the bed, then asked in a low voice, 'Will you-will you do that to me? I mean, would you mind if-'
"I smiled secretly at his discomfort-the poor darling. 'You want me to suck you, Ju-Ju? You want me to go down on your cock?'
"'Yes, yes! Kiss me all over!'
"Scooting up close to him, I began duplicating what he had done to me. Tenderly, I kissed his mouth and neck; my tongue flicked across his chest and tortured his nipples. Then I walked it downward, paused at his waist, skidded across his stomach, and hesitated at the eight-inch pillar of hard flesh rising from his crotch. For a few moments I gazed at the lovely fucker, hearing Ju-Ju pant, Tut it in your mouth, honey. Give me a good suck.'
"Moving my mouth closer to his peter, I took hold of it just below the head-I mean that spot where the head pops out of the prick proper. Then I moved on down over his cock, until at least half of it was buried in my mouth, the end of the head poking at the archway between my tonsils. Quickly I let it all slide from my mouth, except for the head, around which I firmly closed my lips, at the same time, licking and sucking. I could feel Ju-Ju watching me, bug-eyed at my proficiency in cock-sucking. I could only surmise as to what he might be thinking as he stared at the way my lips were stretched to an enlarged O and at how my cheeks were deeply dimpled. I suppose his curiosity finally got the best of him, because he asked in a somewhat awed voice, 'Have you ever done this before, Paula? You're so good at sucking on a peter!'
"Raising my mouth from the head of his cock, I replied-telling one of the biggest lies of my life, 'No, this is the first time. I read how to do it in a book on marriage.'
"I went back down on him, this time taking all of his prick into my mouth, to the extent that his pubic hair tickled against my lips and chin like a little brown beard! Now I would finish him off and make the good cream roll! Furiously, I began moving my mouth up and down over his inflamed organ, all the while sucking and licking, and at the same time squeezing his balls.
"Quite suddenly he surprised me by pushing at my head with his hands and mumbling, "No, no more ... Fm going to come ... '
"Raising my mouth I bluntly told him the facts of life. 'I want you to. So go ahead and shoot.' Before he could push my mouth away from his succulent all-day sucker, I once more devoured it, this time giving him a big suck pulling at the head of his peter with all the strength I could muster. Ju-Ju-poor confused dear!-didn't resist. He didn't do anything. He just lay back and enjoyed it, his mouth working like a fish's, his eyes staring at the red and blue and green flowers of the ceiling's wallpaper, little choking sounds sliding from his throat. We were both covered with sweat and the room seemed very hot.
"I felt it then, that precome signal that always sizzles through a man's peter a split second before his hose opens up-that sudden feeling of expansion, of an acute awareness that something violent yet wonderful is about to happen; I felt his nuts quiver and palpitate for several rapturous seconds like excited heartbeats. I gave the head a gigantic suck-and got it! Ju-Ju shot off, flooding my mouth with the creation of life, with a thick stream of soup that taxed all my ability to swallow; nevertheless, I didn't lose a single drop, and continued to suck until his peter began to jerk and die into softness ...
"Ju-Ju and I lay side-by-side in each other's arms, he sucking my breasts and fingering my cunt, I playing with his cock and balls, giving him another erection, And when his cock felt like a small rolling pin, I suggested that he put on a rubber and fuck me, all the while pretending some ignorance as to how the act would be accomplished.
"I didn't expect him to chicken out as he raised his mouth from one of my wet nipples and stared shamefacedly at me. 'My God, Paula! Do you realize what we're doing? I've-this is-is incest! Why, your mother could have me tossed into the pen for life-and she'd never forgive you! Maybe we had better stop before it's too late.'
"Annoyed, I said, 'What do you mean-"before it's too late"? We've come this far and I don't see any sense in stopping now! Mother could also have you thrown into the pokey for eating my box; so you might as well be behind bars for fucking me, too!' I added, feeling sorry for him, and genuinely afraid that he might back down, 'Quit worrying. Mother will never know. After all, who's to tell her? You can't and I certainly can't.'
" 'I suppose you're right,' Ju-Ju said nervously, 'but do you think-you think you can take my cock? It looks awfully big to fit in such a small hole.'
"There's only one way to find out,' I laughed, getting off the bed, I went to the dresser and, after getting a rubber, returned to the bed. With little difficulty, I slipped the rubber over his erect peter, leaving a little pocket in the end for his come. Quickly I lay down on my back and opened my thighs. 'All right, Daddy,' I said. 'Take my cherry. Fuck me. You'll never have a better chance.'
"Ju-Ju eased himself between my anxious legs, and put one hand next to me, while, with his other hand, he pressed the head of his peter against my moist slit. I knew my clit was swollen and I could feel my pulses pounding. Ju-Ju kept exerting a slow but steady pressure and gradually my genitals stretched and absorbed his organ, the pressure from the insertion intense, yet without any actual pain. When the head and perhaps an inch or two were in me, Ju-Ju paused in his efforts and stared at me, a perplexed look on his good-looking face.
" 'What's-the matter?' I cried, fearing that he have had an attack of conscience and had changed his mind.
"'You-the way you look!' Ju-Ju whispered, 'Like you're on the verge of coming!'
"'It's so good,' I panted. 'It feels so wonderful-but hurry up! Get it all in ... '
"He continued to push his peter into my tight, fresh cunt--and the more he shoved, the hotter I became, my hands alternately grabbing and releasing his shoulders. I found myself repeating, 'Oh! Oh! Oh!"' over and over, in a whispered hiss, and trying to help him along by wriggling my loins up at him, in an attempt to 'crawl' my cunt over and around his cock.
"'UHhh,' Ju-Ju. grunted, forcing more of his root in my snatch. Oh, God, it was good! The way his cock felt inside me! Huge! Vast! A feeling that was simply indescribable! Then I felt his balls pushing against my lower buttocks! Ahhhhh, at long last ... 'Oh! Da-dee-ee-e! It's-all-the-w-way--in! Ohhh-ohohohoh! I love you, I-love you! Quick-k-kiss me! Kiss me!'
"After he kissed me, Ju-Ju Daddy began fucking me -entering and withdrawing alternately-varying the speed of his thrusts-grinding and lurching-forcing me into a frenzy of excitement. I flung my legs over the small of his back, locking myself to him by crossing my ankles and throwing my arms tightly around his neck.
" 'OH-hhh, Daddy-yyy-the way your cock's t-tickling-m-me!* I murmured. 'Fuck me! F-F-U-C-K Me! me-m-me comeeeee!'
" 'You--lovely-little-bitch!' he grunted. 'Your s-so-so tight! Smaller than-your mother's asshole-even. You-you like the way I'm doing it t-to-you?'
"Yes, especially-when-you-you-take-those long-h-hard strokes. That-that-m-makes my snot-boober--feel g-great!'
"'Like this? Uhhhhh-your-cunt's-good! Your snot-boober! You mean-mean--your-clittt.'
"I moaned from the pleasure of his long thrust. 'Y-Yes, that's-what-what-I m-mean ... OHHH! That's the way, D-Daddy! F-Fuck me-fuck me HARD!"
"I began reacting to Ju-Ju's every effort, milking his shaft of flesh like an experienced woman who had been fucking for years, by lowering my hips each time he withdrew and by drawing my pussy muscles tight over the head of his prick, as if trying to drain every measure of pleasure from his moving cock.
"Ju-Ju had his arms locked tightly around my waist, the moist palms of his hands pressing against the flattened flesh of my buttocks. For some time, his finger had been lying in my crack, and now he pushed it into my butt-hole, after which he began a circular movement, giving me more pleasure and causing me to moan softly.
"Wondering, I asked him, 'Am-I as good-a-piece as-as Mother?'
"'Better,' he panted. 'But I-I can't-h-hold-off- much longer ... You-you-about-r-ready ... ?'
"'Y-Yessss, but-but fuck me faster, D-Daddy.'
"Ju-Ju began to move faster within me, rising slightly above me! Maybe he wanted to watch my head rolling from side to side. 'Now,' he whispered frantically. 'NOW-c-come with me!'
"A giant bomb of sexual energy exploded within me, sending my hips into a violent frenzy! Like a maniac I began meeting Ju-Ju's violent thrusts, my pleasure intensified by his finger in my hind end, now masturbating my rectum.
"'I-I'M-C-C-COM-lNGGGGGG! C-Comin g-GGGgggggg!' I yelled-my joy so great I almost wanted to die from it. OHHHH! Was fucking the keen-est, the greatest, the grooviest EVER!
"I just kept coming and coming, and when I felt Ju-Ju's own soup slicing within me, jumping from his gurgling cock, I came even more! However, there is a limit to human effort, and gradually the ecstasy died and dwindled, leaving me and Ju-Ju panting and lying in each other's arms. I smiled secretly to myself. I had succeeded. I had seduced my stepfather; I had given him my cherry.
"That was only the first fuck between my stepfather and me. From then on, he and I screwed up a tornado every chance we got, every time Mother wasn't around, doing all sorts of wonderful things to each other. Ju-Ju didn't have to use a rubber either, because I began taking birth control pills. We certainly had ourselves a ball!
"Sometimes we'd lap-fuck. Ju-Ju would sit on a chair and I, crawling over his lap, would screw myself down over his peter, spearing myself on his hard thing. At other times, we'd do a sixty-nine. We did all sorts of nice things to each other. I especially loved it when my stepfather screwed me between my tits, or did it to me dog-fashion while I leaned over a chair.
"Ju-Ju even got to screwing me in the asshole. I got the idea one night while Mother was visiting her sister across town and Ju-Ju and I were making love. I said, 'Ju-Ju Daddy, why don't you fuck me in the behind? You like to do it that way with Mother. Why don't we try it.'
"He was all for the idea, but rather skeptical. 'Do you think we can?' he asked. 'After all, while I'm not built like the Jolly Green Giant, I'm not a midget either.'
"I told him that we could at least try, explaining that he could slicken up his peter with vaseline, and grease up my bung with his finger, all of which should enable him to work his fucker into my rectum. I was more than anxious to try this method of fucking.
" 'All right,' Ju-Ju said lustfully. Til get the vaseline.'
"I got to the side of the bed, on the floor, on my hands and knees, and pulled my ass cheeks apart, while Ju-Ju greased his peter. Presently, I felt his gooey finger working into my rectum. I grunted from his entry, although there was no actual pain, only a kind of erotic feeling that made my cunt quiver and my nipples harden. Finally, my stepfather withdrew his finger and said, 'I'm going to shove my cock in. Get set.'
"Then I felt his prick poking between my buttocks, the hard head of his cock tapping at my asshole; with a swift intake of air, I tensed, preparing for his entry.
"Ju-Ju hesitated, uncertain. 'Should I-you want me to continue?'
"Passion made my voice tremble. 'Go ahead. Shove it in my asshole.'
"Ju-Ju began twisting the head of his peter into me, thrusting and working it.in a circular motion. My God! It felt like he was trying to shove a telephone pole in me! 'UGhhhhh!' I gasped, my hands clutching at the side of the bed, my mind locked to the heacTwhich was forcing its way into my asshole. Ju-Ju paused.
"'It's all right,' I gasped. 'Go on and-and pushhh -it in.'
"Ju-Ju continued to twist his cock into my rectum, his movements quicker.
"Little darts of flashing pain began spreading within my hirid end; yet-much to my surprise-it was not an actual pain, but rather a pleasant pain, an erotic feeling-and not at all intense. ,' want all of it in me! I thought ... All of it! All of it! Desperate for his prick, I began twisting my hips and pushing against the hard dick, becoming more excited. My movement excited Ju-Ju, and he rammed his cock with more force and speed.
"Then it happened-right out of the blue. I had a terrific come, one that was so strong I almost swooned. 'AHhhhhhhhh,' I cried. 'IN-get-it-all the way in!'
"Daddy gave a final lunge and, almost in a daze, I felt his balls banging against my behind. I clutched at the bed, my knees weak from the sensation of the thing filling my rectum, gasping as Ju-Ju began fucking me, moaning as his sweat-wet body began hunching me. Good! Good! GOOD!
"Then I had another big come! God! It felt like it-it was tearing off the top of my head.
"I felt him coming off in me, that nice warm feeling of come shooting in my rectum. Panting, Ju-Ju began ramming me in the butt with such force that the bed began moving with each lunge. 'Ohhhh, baby!' he howled. 'B-Baby! BABY! I-Oh-Uhuhuhlillll!'
"After a bit, Ju-Ju started to pull out of me. 'NO NO!' I cried, not wanting him to deprive me of his wonderful prick, which felt as good in my asshole as it did in my cunt. Turning slightly, I took one of his hands and thrust it between my legs, to my cunt, which was dripping with fuck juice. My lust excited him, and I felt his softening cock begin to harden once more. He began playing with my snot-boober, and once more he began twisting and churning his prick in my behind. Oh, my God! This second come had been even better than the first. I couldn't help it, I began to shiver, and, against my will, little whimpering animal noises began popping from my throat. I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure of his come juice spurting far up into my rectum, in conjunction with his fingers working in my cunt.
"'Uh, uh, uh!' I began, so exhausted that even my gasping was feeble. It occurred to me that never had I had such a complete fuck-even if it was in my shit-hole; and finally, when Ju-Ju began pulling out of my buttocks, I felt every inch of his cock as he withdrew. I hated having him remove it; yet I was too sexually depleted to protest. All I could do was kneel by the side of the bed.
"I turned and looked at my stepfather, who was sitting on the floor, looking rather stupid and panting. He finally grinned. 'That was sure a good ass-fuck, honey. We'll have to do it more often ... '
"We did-scores of times more! And one day ... Ju-Ju forgot to lock the door. Mother came home earlier than we had expected and caught us-both of us in my bedroom, stark-naked, his cock in my asshole. I hadn't even come yet ...
"For a moment, Mother merely stood there, utter horror and disbelief on her face. Then, without saying a single word, she turned, left the room, and went back down the stairs. She wasn't the only one who was astonished! So was Ju-Ju and I-petrified with fear-so afraid that we could hardly dress. 'What are we going to do?* Ju-Ju mumbled, as if talking to himself, as he left the room. What could we do? There was no explanation. Mother had caught my stepfather and me in the act of ass-fucking. We certainly couldn't deny it.
"I was slowly going 'down the stairs (wondering if Mother might have called the police) when I heard the shotgun go off. It sounded like a cannon-and I saw Ju-Ju a moment later-lying on the living-room floor, his chest blown open, Mother standing over him like a statue, the still smoking shotgun in her hands ...
"Frankly, I doubt if this stupid School for Girls will do me any good. For one thing, the English courses here are terrible-and you offer very little in the liberal arts-and I haven't heard a decent piece of music in three months. Well, some people have to chase their second chance; I suppose I'll have to sit and wait for mine."
Paula T--- presents the case of an adolescent who is truly perverted in the pathological sense. Such girls do exist-by the thousands. Paula is also a prime example of the adolescent seductress in action. She is also an excellent example of an adolescent female suffering from a very severe Electra complex, this making her actions more amoral than immoral. In seducing her stepfather, she was "acting out" the Electra complex, or (subconsciously) "fucking" her father-as she might say in her own words.
Beyond doubt, the complex has fixated itself in Paula, both in her ego and id. On this basis, it will take years of psychotherapy before she is cured-if ever. But Paula is young; thus we must have hope.
There will be no second chance for Julius ("Ju-Ju") B--, as morally weak as he was shiftless. He paid with his life. Paula's mother was charged with manslaughter and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
CHAPTER THREE - Gwennie and Her Family
"You might say I was luckier than most girls because my parents were wife swappers-not that they ever told me they were-not until after Ronnie and I got to fucking and dad got to screwing me, and mom got to fucking Ronnie. What I'm talking about here is the swap parties they began having when I was only a little kid, about ten years old. And they had a lot of parties. Daddy manufactured display cases for stores and had plenty of money; that's why we could afford a 15-room house out in G--, complete with a cook, two maids-the works. My parents always made certain the servants were out of the house when they had a swinging party, but I suppose the servants still knew what was going on.
"I always knew when mom and dad were going to throw a party, because they would always send me and Ronnie to bed early. (Ronnie's a year older than me- and he's got a peter as big as dad's. I've never been able to figure out whether dad's built small for a man or whether Ronnie's hung big for a boy!) But I'd never go to sleep. Out of sheer curiosity I would creep from my room and hide behind the big post on the darkened staircase and watch the funny body games my parents and the other guests played. I say funny because at the time, as young as I was, I didn't know the meaning of 'switching partners.' During those early years, I knew almost next to nothing about sex, except that little boys were built different from little girls. I would marvel at the different positions the men and women would use when they screwed each other and had fun. At the time, as young as I was, I still realized that the men were sticking their things in the women's pee-holes and that all of them derived a good deal of pleasure from the act. But I didn't know why. It all seemed rather silly to me. Many of the men and women would moan about 'coming,' and I thought that was silly, too. What did they mean by 'coming'? How could they come anyplace when they were already there? After I got older and began to masturbate, I knew too well what they meant! Boy! Had I been dumb.
"Sometimes Ronnie, my brother, would watch with me, and while we spied on what was going on downstairs, we'd play with each other. You know, play nasty. I'd toy with his peter and he'd finger my cunt. Now and then he'd try to stick his dick in me, but he never could succeed. Either he'd have a half-hard or else--I guess maybe my pussy was too tight. Anyhow, Ronnie could never get his dick in me. I don't think we ever tried real hard, until about a year ago; then we didn't have a bit of trouble.
"I enjoyed watching what my parents and their guests did to each other. Sometimes the men would get on their knees and put their heads between the legs of the women; I knew what they were doing and often wondered how it would feel to have a tongue licking my hole. The women would also put the men's things into their mouths, and naturally I pondered if a man's peter tasted good. I decided it did, after I began sucking on Ronnie's dick and he began licking my pee-slit. We did that a lot, sometimes three and four times a week. We finally stopped when we got older, when we were about 11 and 12. By then we felt too ashamed to continue. Even so, I never forgot the group games my parents and their guests would play. After the games were finished the couples would pair off, twisting themselves into all kinds of shapes and positions and doing all sorts of things. Finally I would get tired of watching and sleepily return to my room-often crying softly from loneliness.
"I also worried because I didn't have a thing like Ronnie and dad and the men I saw at the parties. It seemed to me that it would be so much nicer to have a prick than merely to have a little slit; and sometimes I think r hated mom and dad. They never really loved me, so I felt. They loved only each other and themselves and all the people they played nasty with. Why didn't they have more time for me-and Ronnie-if they loved us so much?
"For years I watched the goings-on at these parties, and then, as I got older, I rapidly learned the score about fucking and sucking, not so much from boys, though I got laid twice before I got Ronnie to hop me, but from sex books my parents had in their bedroom. They had a whole bookcase full. I was probably the only fourteen-year-old girl for miles around who knew what a dildoe was. I suppose my mother must have had a dozen or more of them-all sizes and shapes. She must have been a nympho, because I know for a double fact she used to masturbate herself off with them when Dad wasn't at home; and she always used them at the parties to screw other women with, or to have them screw her. She sure was queer. No, that's not the word. I know now. I remember hearing mom and dad use it- bisexual. That's what mom was. So was dad, I guess that's why mom sucked other women's pussies and dad went down on pricks ...
"I don't really know why I made up my mind to have my brother screw me. I've done a lot of thinking about it, and in my opinion, I feel that one of the reasons was that I wanted to see if I could do it. I don't know. Maybe I was trying to prove that I was attractive. I do know that Ron had a real groovy prick. Not so thick and big around, but wow! It must have been seven or eight inches long, with a real big head. Like I said, Ronnie and I had sucked each other a good deal when we were kids, but had stopped when we got older. Before I got him to hop me, I guess three years or more had passed without his seeing my puss, or my seeing his dick. Then it happened.
"I was taking a bath when Ronnie walked in on me, not knowing I was in the bathroom. I was just getting out of the tub, dripping wet-and bang! All of a sudden, there was Ron, gaping at my naked body. I was surprised, but not horrified. I enjoyed having him look at me. Right away I saw the front of his pants begin to jerk to life as his prick started to get hard. Ron just stood there, frozen, staring, bug-eyed. He sure was embarrassed.
"Making no attempt to cover myself, I smiled seductively. 'Well, silly, don't look so shocked. Haven't you seen a naked girl before?' Suddenly, I felt elated, a newly found strength racing through me, as if I were God and could do anything.
" 'No, I ain't never seen a girl completely naked!' Ron said hollowly, but making no move to leave.
"'You mean you just take their panties off when you diddle them,' I giggled. 'Just the same, you're sure getting a big one by looking at me! Come on, silly. Let me see! Take it out and let me see how big it is.'
"Ron looked afraid, then grinned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick. What a beauty it was-long, hard, and full of veins-like a giant worm with a big head that was eyeless. I began getting excited as I pushed myself against him, took hold of his peter, and skinned back the head.
"'OW!' Ron gasped. 'Don't squeeze the head so hard. That hurts!'
"Right then my nipples began to get hard and ache and my tits began to rise and fall faster. How I wanted that big cock to eat into my cunt! Why not? I asked myself. You'll never have a better opportunity!
"I put my arms around my brother's neck, still squeezing his peter with my other hand, and shivering with want and desire as his hand sneaked up and began playing with my pussy. His face was directly above mine, his eyes hot and excited. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, 'Kiss me, big brother.'
"He hesitated, fear and indecision fighting each other. 'This ain't right,' he said in an odd voice. 'We shouldn't be doing this. You're my sister!'
"'So what?' I asked in a level voice. 'I want to, and you want to-don't you?'
"'But if mom and dad found out! Shit! They'd kill us maybe-in spite of what they do!'
"'They won't find out,' I said determinedly, pulling his face down to mine and pushing my mouth tightly against his. His lips parted and he accepted my tongue, drawing in on it; then he shot his own tongue within my mouth, and I took it, rolling it, paying with it, twisting it with my own. Both my arms enclosed his neck, while Ron's hands began roaming over my behind and stroking my legs and back. We became lost in each other, lost in mutual desire, our mounting passion erasing all thoughts of blood ties, or any sign of relationship that might be strong enough to make us desist from what we were doing. When our lips were hot and our tongues ached from the frenzied giving they provided each other, we separated to come up for air. I was so hot I felt like exploding. With his skinny chest rising and falling like a bellows, Ron gawked at me, staring at my nakedness, his hands fondling my knockers, all thoughts of my being his sister having vanished in a deep whirlpool of lust. Possessed by the fuck-hots, he was now only a young man who wanted to sink his peter into the cunt of the girl standing before him. I wanted his cock, too. Suddenly I wanted his groovy dick in my mouth!
"Quickly dropping to my knees, I took his stiff prick in my hands, gazing intently at it and fondling it gently with my fingers.
"'What-whatcha going to do?' he asked. 'If you keep fiddling around with-I-'
"That's when we both got a surprise! That's when Ron's peter shot off its load of come, jerking as it spurted out a thick white stream which plopped onto my chin and lower neck! I knelt there, astonished, the come slowly dripping off me.
"'Uh-I-I-I-' Ronnie began, not knowing what to do or say. Glancing up, I saw that his face was burning red in embarrassment. Then he found his voice, snapping defensively at me, "Well! What-what did you expect, with the way you been fiddlin' around with me! Shit-damn!'
"'That's okay,' I said, wiping the come off my chin and neck with a washcloth.
"Ron stared at me, and I said, 'Don't worry, I'll lick the come off your peter and suck you to another hard.'
"Once more I took his dick, which was now getting soft, and began licking the come that was slowly dribbling from the head. It was then that I made the startling discovery that I liked the taste of come, which reminded me of a warm, thick soup, even though the seasoning was a bit too tangy, I pressed his peter-now jerking into hardness once more-to my lips and began licking every inch of the beautiful thing, working my tongue like a tiny mop. When I came to the slick, wet head, I engulfed it with my mouth, my lips tightening around the hot flesh* Then I pushed my mouth down over it until my nose was almost touching my brother's curly prick hair. Ronnie-he writhed in passion as I held his cock imprisoned in my mouth, with the head grazing the back of my throat. Quickly, however, I withdrew and began steadily to suck the juicy head.
"'You-you gotta q-quit!' he suddenly said, pushing my mouth away. 'Or I'm gonna come off again. I got a headful of steam and it won't wait.'
"Wiping my mouth, I stood up. 'Well, fuck me then. If you haven't got a rubber, we can use a baggie to wrap around your cock!'
"My suggestion surprised my brother. 'Who told you that guys use baggies when they ain't got cunt-rubs? I didn't think girls knew about such things.'
"'One of my girl friends told me,' I lied. 'Besides, I got diddled by a guy once and he used a baggie.'
"'Yeah-who?'
"I laughed. 'None of your business. Do I ask you the name of the girls you lay?'
"Ron looked nervously around the bathroom and, fingering his peter in an absentminded sort of way, lowered his voice. 'Well, I got rubbers okay, but where we gonna do it-in here on the floor?'
"'Don't be stupid,' I said, and slipped into my robe. 'You go get a rub and I'll go to my room. You can screw me there-and be careful that none of the servants see you leaving the bathroom or coming to my room. They might get ideas of what we're up to. But I don't think we have to worry; they're all downstairs.'
"Ron hesitated. 'I dunno ... Dad won't be home till about six, but suppose mom ... ? I dunno ... .'
" 'She had a one-o'clock appointment at the beauty parlor,' I said, 'so she won't be back for at least another two hours. Go on now-get the rubber. And don't forget to put your cock back into your pants before you leave the bathroom.'
"We didn't have any trouble. I mean by that, none of the servants got wise to anything. Five minutes later Ron was in my room and, after locking the door and seeing me lying naked on the bed, waiting for him, with my legs wide open, he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. I watched him as, with fingers that trembled with excitement, he slipped the rubber over his hard peter. Then, almost falling over his own feet, he crawled between my thighs, a look of frantic lust on his wide face.
"'Not yet,' I said firmly. 'You've got to suck my boobs first.'
"He crawled right up beside me and began drawing in furiously on my nipples. He made loud slurping sounds, sucking like a hungry little baby, going from tit to tit and holding each one with both hands as he sucked. I held his head as he sucked, holding him tightly in my arms and helping him get all the tit that he could. When I had had enough, I reached down and pulled at his balls. 'Shove it in me, honey,' I panted. 'Go ahead-fuck me!'
"Easing himself between my anxious thighs, Ron tried to mount me, but he was clumsy in his efforts, no doubt from nervousness. I whispered, 'Let me have it. I'll guide it in. You just lower-yourself-wait now! Let me get hold of it!'
"I took hold of his peter with both hands and planted the head in the center of my cunt. 'Do it, big brother,' I panted. 'Shove it to me-fuck me!'
"He pushed and I felt the head slip into my vaginal opening. OHHH! His prick felt like a little bit of heaven!
"'Hurry!' I urged in desperation. 'Get it all in!'
"Ron lowered himself more, and slowly, but steadily, his solid, sizable peter slid into my vagina. Finally it was all the way in, right up to his balls, the head feeling as if it were pushing against the inside of my navel!
"'BOY! You got a tight one,' Ron said excitedly as he slipped his hands under my behind. 'You're g-gonna be-a-a good lay.'
"I wrapped my arms around his neck, and, beginning the up and down movements, he began working his rubber-covered peter inside me, pushing it in, pulling it out. Almost automatically, I began twitching my butt in responsive movements to match his own, sometimes our loins meeting with such force that the wind was almost knocked out of me. I moaned and cried, almost out of my mind with lust. I couldn't have cared less that Ronnie was my brother. He had a good, hard cock and knew how to use it. That's all that mattered. Cock-crazy, I began making throaty and choking sounds. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself! And the more Ron screwed me, the louder the noises became.
" 'Faster! FASTER! F-Fuck me faster!' I pleaded. Ron began hunching me almost savagely, and I began working with greater effort to capture his increased speed-and I succeeded, riding with it fiercely until I felt myself being tossed into the heady torrent of a big come.
"'Uhh, I-I'm going t-to-tooo-' I began, sounding as if I was strangling.
"'So-so am -I!' Ron muttered. He gave a tremendous lunge, ramming in his peter as far as it would go and holding it there. 'Uggggg,' he gasped, his entire body giving a gigantic shudder. Even through the rubber that covered his peter, I could feel the come-mush spurting out of his cock and seeking escape.
"My own response coincided perfectly with his-a burst of pure sex. I felt as if my intestines were being torn apart, as if my cunt were being chopped into tiny pieces. Then it came, explosive and quick, the most wonderful feeling a girl could possibly experience-a come to end all comes.
"Ron and I lay there, his body collapsed on top of mine. We were drained, completely exhausted. Gently we kissed, again and again, our hands exploring, fondling ...
"We made love regularly after that, Ron and I, at least once or twice a week. Sometimes Ron even slipped into my room at night, or I into his, but only on those nights when mom and dad had been drinking heavily and we were sure that booze would keep them sleeping soundly.
"Looking back on it, I don't guess there wasn't anything Ron and I didn't try, except cornholing. He even wanted to try that, but no sir! I wouldn't let him, telling him that for a boy to stick his prick into a girl's asshole was nasty. But we made up for it by doing other things-eating each other, for instance. We were lucky there, as Ron liked to eat my pussy as much as I enjoyed mouthing his peter. Often we'd do a sixty-nine, just like we'd seen our parents and their friends doing at parties.
"We always had the most fun when mom and dad were away from our estate. Like one night last fall. Mom and dad had gone to a party, and we knew they wouldn't be home until the early morning hours, all of which meant that Ron and I would have plenty of time to enjoy each other.
"A light rain was falling when he came to my bedroom about eleven o'clock that night, after we were sure that all the servants were out of the way. Once Ron was naked and on the bed with me, he began kissing me on the eyes and feeling my boobies. Ever so gently, he slipped a finger into my wet cunt and began a rotating movement, eliciting from me a soft moan of pleasure. Once more, so very naturally, our lips met in a long and lingering Frenchie, a very passionate slobber, our tongues twisting as living things.
"'I'm-I'm gonna fuck you to pieces,' Ron breathed. 'I'll bet I use a whole box of rubbers on you tonight ... '
"I was hoping he would, knowing that the more cunt-rubs he used, the more come I'd get. I'd gotten into the habit of drinking my brother's come directly from a rubber after he finished fucking me. As I explained, I enjoyed the stuff; I enjoyed the taste; I also felt I was deriving strength and health from his fuck fluid.
"'Let me suck you off before you fuck me,' I said in a voice that quaked with desire. Beads of sweat had begun to pop out on my forehead. Twisting on the bed, I clutched at Ron, one hand fastening on his shoulder, my other going to his stiff cock. He kissed me once more, this time on the neck. "Lean back,' he whispered. 'I'll bring it up to you.'
"Smiling, I relaxed against the pillow, and, raising himself, Ron got into the proper position, crawling over me, so that his peter was only inches from my mouth. He adjusted himself to a better kneeling position, his knees on each side of my ribs. Leaning forward, he held tightly to the head of the bed, his head bent, his eyes gazing downward, watching as I took his cock in my hands and shoved the sweet head into my mouth. Then, very suddenly, Ron raised himself, pulling back with a motion that deprived me of my feast, the prick jerking from my mouth. Looking up, I snapped, 'Now cut it out! That isn't fair. Give it to me.'
"This time he was all business and rammed his cock fully into my mouth. 'W-Wait,' he said. 'D-Don't suck it yet. I don't want to come too fast. Just let me fuck you a little in the mouth first.'
"Once more I relaxed, though I retained my hold on his peter, to make sure that he wouldn't cram it down my throat and gag me. I tightened my mouth around his cock and slowly he began fucking me, working his cock in and out of my mouth. I let him do it that way for a few minutes; then I pulled his prick out and said, 'That's enough of that. I'll suck it. But first-raise up a little so that I can suck on your balls ...'
"Ron raised himself slightly. 'L-Like this?'
" 'Uh-huh. Hold it like that,' I moved my head slightly and sucked in the loose skin of his bag, pulling on it and rolling it between my teeth. Finally I gathered air into my lungs and went to work on his cock, licking and sucking on the wonderful head. I really gave it to him, at times munching down on the head and pushing the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit.
" 'Ohhh,' Ron sighed. 'W-Wait ... I-I don't wanna come yet. We'll do a sixty-nine!'
"Without waiting for me to reply-and how could I with a mouthful of prick?-he quickly reversed his body, turning around over me until his face was only inches from my butt. Spreading his legs slightly, Ron carefully lowered himself, so that once more his hard peter was moving toward my mouth-at the same time moving forward and dipping his head between my thighs, to the gash covered with hair. Taking his prick in my hands, I guided it into my mouth and began sucking, knowing what he was about to do. Right then, he was looking at my cunt with glowing eyes; then he ran his tongue delicately through the silky hairs, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. With two fingers he deftly parted the lips of my gash, and I knew that for a time he would pant-gaze at the bright redness of the inner cunt. He did it then. Placing his mouth to the gaping little cunt-cave, he thrust in his tongue as deeply as he could, the tip curling, sliding along the slick wetness, the soft wetness, the dark wetness, moving in slow, calculated circles, licking, washing, seeking, searching. Uh-huh, Ronnie sure loved to eat pussy. He had become rather experienced and knew better than to rush like crazy toward my cunny-clit, avoiding it completely and confining his efforts to my pussy lips, sucking on them, at times plunging his tongue deeply into my vagina.
"In the meantime, I continued to suck on his peter. Then, moving his tongue in the opposite direction, Ron began licking down in that space between my pussy and my butthole. He loved doing that. I didn't mind because the sensation was always a wonderful one. He did it slowly and expertly, finally coming to a silent halt at my little tight ring. OHhhhhh! Ring-around-the-rosie went the tip of his tongue, each lick a tiny tango of joy, each swipe a simple sin of pleasure ...
"For many minutes Ron licked my shithole, my globes of butt enclosing his cheeks. Slowly, never hurrying, Ron retraced his path, returning to my flowing cunt, his lips becoming a tiny O that now fastened to my taut clitoris. He sucked then-harder and harder-his teeth nipping the tiny-tiny finger at times.
"Nor was I idle. Having put my arms around the small of my brother's back, I pulled him closer, as if to consume completely his peter. As it was, I had so much of his cock in my mouth that his balls moved against the bridge of my nose. I munched down on the head, pulling heavily, as hard as I could, on the bulb of slick flesh.
"At last I had to come, no longer being able to hold back. Transported instantly to heaven, I came off, my juices pouring into my brother's sucking mouth. He mumbled, giving me the signal, and I tensed, preparing myself for what I knew would instantly follow. Ahhhh! That split second swelling of his peter! The tenseness of his balls! The machine-gun shiver the length of his peter! I got it!-my mouth quickly filling with his de-warm and thick and salty. Quickly I at the same time sucking in on the head, wanting to drain him of every last drop. Actually, that is one of the best features about sucking a prick--sucking on it after the boy comes, getting the last few drops and feeling the hard flesh grow soft in your mouth. I like it! I think cock-sucking is really groovy ...
"For a while, Ron and I rested, I playing with his peter all the time. Within ten minutes or so he had another hard, and after I slid a cunt-rub over his prick, he fucked me, this time giving it to me dog-fashion.
"It was a pretty good fuck, and as he was slipping his cock out of me, I urged him to hurry and slip the rubber off. 'I've got a thirst that's out of this world!'
"Ron laughed. 'Okay, little sister-but hey! I got myself an idea. Why don't you lay on your back and I'll pour the come into your mouth. You know, like you was drinking from a cup. Huh-you like that idea?'
"His suggestion appealed to me and I got on the bed, Kneeling over me, Ron held the rubber in his hands, moving it over my mouth. 'Okay, You ready, sis?'
"'Uh-huh,* I said, 'but pour the come out slow. I want to taste it.'
"Slowly he tilted the end of the rubber, and presently the soup began dribbling into my mouth and I tasted it, rolling it over my tongue before swallowing. I was getting the last few drops when Ron had what he considered another bright idea. He wanted me to fuck him in the ass! I laughed at him. 'What do you expect me to do,' I asked, 'grow an instant peter?'
"'Doncha know what I mean? We can slip in mom's bedroom and get one of her make-believe peters! You know, one that's got straps. You can strap it on and fuck me. Come on now, sis. Let's do it. I do most everything you wanna do.'
"The idea did fascinate me somewhat, and I agreed. Slipping down to our parents' bedroom at the end of the hall, we went to the closet where mother kept her collection of phony pricks. We finally selected one that wasn't too large, one that was in a small flat box labeled The Mighty Midget. Made of plastic, The Mighty Midget was about five inches long and an inch thick, and had four straps-one for each leg, one for the waist, and one that ran between the cheeks of the wearer's ass.
"I looked at the other boxes on the shelf. One was labeled The Amazing Rectal Unit, and, opening it, I saw that the device was slightly curved, about five inches long and perhaps the thickness of a pencil in girth. The thin portion terminated into the handle that contained two batteries. Clicking it on, I saw that the thin portion, which you shoved up your asshole, vibrated! Now wasn't that something? I did some fast thinking, deciding that I'd shove that shivering thing up my rectum while I screwed Ronnie. My eyes caught another box labeled Amazing Vibrator. I removed the gadget from the box and saw that it was about four inches long and shaped somewhat like a cock, only without head and balls. Made of plastic and hollow, the vibrator contained two batteries, the source of power that caused it to vibrate. Uh-huh! That's what I'd do: I'd shove the vibrator up my cunt while I ass-hole-screwed my brother.
"Once we were back in my room, we went right to work. Ronnie watched, fascinated, as I shoved the Amazing Vibrator up my cunny, after which I began fumbling with the dildoe straps, managing to get the plastic dick strapped around me without too much difficulty. Boy, oh, boy! Did I feel icky with that thing sticking out in front of me!
"Ronnie started to laugh. 'Sis, you sure look funny wearing that phony cock!'
"The vibrator stuffed up my cunny felt like a water-melon; yet it wasn't really uncomfortable. 'You want me to cornhole you, don't you?' I said to my brother. 'So get down on the side of the bed.'
"Ronnie got into position, getting down on his knees and leaning his head over on the bed. He pulled his butt-cheeks apart, waiting for my entry. After greasing the dildoe and clicking on the vibrator buried in my snatch, I began to work the goofy gadget into Eon's rectum, pushing on it slowly until I felt the base bury itself in his rectum. 'H-How does it feel?' I asked.
"'Kinda big, but okay I guess,' Ronnie grunted. 'Go on, screw me, sis.'
"'Just as soon as I get the rectal unit up me,' I said. I picked it up and slowly pushed the nozzle up my hind end, clicking it on after it was completely in. WOW! What a feeling-a double feeling really. I mean with the vibrator shaking the foundations of my cunt and the rectal unit shaking the crap out of my back end. With the humming and all coming from the two devices, I felt like a mechanical woman as I began dildoe-screwing Ronnie in the butt. We'd been at it, oh, maybe a minute or more when I happened to glance toward the door.
"There, standing in the door way, were mom and dad!"
In Gwendolyn T-- we are confronted with the Castration complex (also known as penis envy) in operation, along with female hostility toward the parents. There appears to be no sibling rivalry.
In every female, usually when she is very young, there is inevitably a period in which appears a feeling of envy and covetousness for both the male sex organ and its symbolic equivalents (we see this envy at its height in the words and actions of the more violent Female Liberationists, who, in their efforts for "equality," would "castrate" the entire male sex), with the girl feeling that she has either been deliberately deprived of a penis (usually by her parents) or has lost or misplaced it. This castration wish may be simply episodic with some patients, but with others it can be central. It follows, too, that the exacerbated desire to possess what women believe themselves deprived of by Fate, or by their mother or father, is an expression of a fundamental dissatisfaction which some people believe to be Woman's lot. In fact, the conviction that what they feel themselves deprived of is exactly what other people have is common to patients of both sexes and is found in all analyses. Demand and jealousy, spite and despair, anxiety and inhibition, admiration and idealization, inner void and depression-all these are among the varied symptoms of this state of deficiency; yet it is interesting to note that only women relate this feeling of deficiency to the very nature of their sex-as if they were saying: "It is because I am a woman." One must take this statement to mean: ,' do not have a penis, and that accounts for my weakness, my inertia, my lack of strength, my lack of intelligence, my dependent state, (and/or), even my illness. This leads to: All things considered, my predicament is common to all women; therefore I can only hold them in contempt, as I do myself. It is they, the men, who command everything of value, all the attributes which render them worthy of being loved and admired.
It was this feeling, this complex, that motivated Gwendolyn T---, the proof more than apparent in her words and actions.
Let us consider fellatio, the mouth/licking/sucking of the male sex organ, an act that is considered both normal and natural, when performed between male and female. There is nothing "perverted" nor "immoral" about any oral act (even anilingus, the licking/kissing/sucking of the human anus), provided the act is mutually agreed on and enjoyed by both partners-or at least is not repugnant to either of the partners.
Why then the social and legal taboos against oral-genital acts?
In truth, the prohibition is strictly a moral one which has been handed down to practically all Western civilizations because of conservative interpretations of the pre-Hittite code of the people of Asia Minor, one that was written 2,000 years before Christ arrived on the world scene; also of codes taken from the Jewish Talmud and the Christian Bible.
These religious interdictions against oral-genital acts are based not only on moral grounds but also on the sin of Onan, or the "wasting of the male seed." The sin of Onan was not masturbation as many falsely think, but coitus interruptus (from the Latin: "to pull out"), in which the penis is withdrawn from the vagina immediately prior to ejaculation. In early times, many thousands of years ago, it was considered a moral and a sacred duty to produce as many offspring as possible, as so many people were killed off by war and disease. Any orgasm that did not serve this purpose was considered "sin" and "waste."
It is indeed paradoxical that now, many thousands of years later, while science searches in desperation for a supercontraceptive to control runaway world population, the moral message of "seed waste" is still being handed down to each new generation. Of course, sexologists warn against coitus interruptus because the practice may lead to male impotence.
In the words of the famed Doctor Kinsey: "Our culture considers that social interests are involved when the individual departs from the Judeo-Christian sex codes by engaging in such sexual activities as masturbation, mouth-to-mouth genital contacts, animal contacts, and other types of behavior which do not satisfy the procreative function of sex."
Be this as it may, oral acts to orgasm, temporarily replacing coitus, are not abnormal. As explained by Doctor Abraham Brill, the renown psychiatrist and author of Lectures on Psychoanalytic Psychiatry: "We call them perversions [fellatio, cunnilingus, etc.] only when they absolutely dominate the sexual picture, that is, when they are fixed. Indulgence in these acts does not stamp those practicing them as abnormal, nor those who use them in pre-coital foreplay."
Doctor Albert Ellis, the famed psychotherapist and sexologist, actually recommends the genital kiss, or what he refers to as "oral petting," unless the partners have a strong, psychological aversion to the acts.
In fact, oral acts are often necessary! As explained by Doctor David Reuben in Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex (but Were Afraid to Ask):
As a form of heterosexual activity incidental to penis-vagina intercourse, mouth-genital stimulation is not only perfectly all right to practice, but in many situations desirable.
It provides the final surge of stimulation to assure the firmest erection in a man and brings a woman to the point where her orgasm should occur rapidly and vigorously. One of the best methods of assuring orgasm in the so-calied frigid woman and encouraging a strong erection in a questionably potent man is this powerful form of total sexual stimulation.
We have spoken of the castration complex (and/or penis envy). Are we saying that all women who fellate their husbands are motivated by penis envy, that, by fellatio, they are psychically attempting to "castrate" their husbands? No, we are not. Generally speaking, women fellate their lovers-husbands or otherwise-for the same reason that men cunnilingue women: basically because they want to give intense sexual stimulation and/or pleasure to their partners, enjoy the act, or for other reasons, such as to prevent pregnancy, etc. However, when a woman prefers fellatio over and above other acts, it is to be strongly suspected that she is being motivated by the castration complex.
Another fact to be considered is that while millions of women fellate men, very few actually consume the semen after the male ejaculates, and those who do, preferring to do so, are known as spermaphagists. These women equate the seminal discharge with the strength represented by male virility. The male has a penis; they do not. The semen represents male strength, power, domination. They desire to consume this power, either to "drain" it away from the male and/or to "share" the strength he possesses.
Psychiatrists are in agreement that the majority of female spermaphagists are motivated by penis envy.
Again, there is a parallel in complete cunnilingus. Many oral-oriented males, unfamiliar with the fact that the female does not ejaculate, have described to me the acme of feeling experienced by the "warm come" of the female "shooting" into their mouths.
Such association that a man makes should be obvious. While the lubricating Bartholin secretion of the aroused female could never be described as erupting in a flow or "shooting," the power of suggestion and familiarity with his own orgasmic function recreates the infantile pleasure so strongly that the oral erotic male .cunnilinguist may imagine that it is really happening. By the same token, there are some female homosexuals, i.e. lesbians, who describe in glowing terms the "warm flow" coming from a female love partner.
It is symptomatic of Gwendolyn T---'s condition that she enjoys consuming male semen, all of which indicates her domination by the subconscious desire to castrate: the penis envy wish. She does not have a penis; thereby, by consuming semen, she acquires one.
We recall her words: "I also worried because I didn't have a thing like Ronnie and dad and the men I saw at the parties." Later: "It was then that I made the startling discovery that I liked the taste of come, which reminded me of warm, thick soup, even though the seasoning was a bit too tangy." And still later: '"I'd gotten into the habit of drinking my brother's come directly from a rubber after he finished fucking me."
All this is a clear indication-this spermaphagy-of penis envy.
Gwendolyn's hostility toward her parents (" ... sometimes I think I hated mom and dad. They never really loved me.") also plays a role, although it is not the dominating factor in her libido. By seducing her brother, Gwen was really striking out at her parents, "getting even" as it were doing that which was expressly forbidden. And what is a greater taboo than incest?
As was pointed out in the introduction to this work, girls often use sex as the medium for expressing their hostilities, and if they are pushed along the road of resentment by the impulse of penis envy, they'll either submerge themselves in fellatio or promiscuous intercourse-usually both-or, very readily, they'll seduce their own brothers and other boys, adult males, and even their own fathers!
Gwendolyn T-- is an excellent example.
"There, standing in the doorway, were mom and dad! They just stood, staring at me and Ronnie, their mouths wide open, the sight o� me fucking my brother in the ass sobering them up somewhat. About that time, Ron noticed them and he made a noise that reminded me of a chicken that's chased by a man with a brand new ax! I must admit I was making funny gurgling sounds. I still don't remember pulling out of my brother's hind end and yanking the dildoe from his asshole ... As for the rectal stimulator in my own behind, I think it must have slipped out. It had to, because the next time I recall seeing it, it was lying on the rug, purring and vibrating like wow!
"Mom's voice broke the strange silence. 'Oh God, Harvey!'-that's my dad's name-'She's using one of my best dildoes-and my new rectal unit!'
"Mom walked across the room and slapped me across the face. 'Oh, you dirty little son of a bitch,' mom yelled. 'Using my brand new rectal unit and one of my best dildoes. Take off that cock this instant! Harvey! You had better have a talk with your daughter! You hear me!'
"Dad would have had to be dead not to hear her. He looked at me, as I removed the dildoe, and his eyes, narrowed. I began feeling good all over, noticing how his eyes were eating up my nakedness.
" 'DID YOU HEAR ME, HARVEY!' mom yelled again.
"'Uh-huh, Esther'-that's my mom's name. 'I'll talk to her.'
"By this time, my poor frightened brother had fled to his room, and now mom, having snatched the dildoe from me, grabbed the rectal unit from the rug, clicked it off, and turned to leave the bedroom. She turned at the door and peered strangely at me. 'Gwennie,' she snapped, 'are you-humming?'
"Nodding, I pulled the vibrator from my cunt and clicked it off. Mom grabbed it from my hand and, shaking her head in disgust, stormed from the bedroom. I stood staring after her, not thinking about covering my nakedness. Then my eyes caught my father's. Clearing his throat, he closed the door, blinked at me, and said, 'Gwennie, it's a ... it's not exactly considered proper for a girl to have sex with her brother,' He sat lazily down on a wing chair, belched, and continued. 'It's-uh-it's considered immoral.'
"I could see the huge bulge at the crotch of his trousers as I ran over and boosted myself on his lap. I enjoyed even more his shocked expression. Alniost automatically he put his arm around my waist, and I could see that he was becoming both excited and embarrassed at the same time. 'I don't think what Ron and I were doing was any worse than what you and mom do at parties,' I said matter-of-factly. 'I mean fucking and sucking and all that! Ron and I just wanted to have some fun, too ... '
"Dad's eyes widened in surprise. 'Well, yes, but-uh-ah---'
"Twisting my naked butt on his lap, I asked, 'Don't I make your cock double-hard, daddy? So hard that you'd like to-do something with it?'
"Dad gave me a hard squeeze with his arm that was around my waist, and with his other hand, he began nibbling his palm over my pussy mound. 'What would you suggest?' he asked in a husky voice, his breath quickening. 'Hmmmmmm. You are growing up. You've got nice-breasts and legs and-you'd better get off my lap, Gwennie!' He laughed oddly. 'You're making something hurt ...'
"'Like maybe your prick?' I asked coyly, getting off his lap. Somehow I knew I was going to get him to fuck me. I knew, too, somehow, that mom wouldn't mind too much, if at all. At least I figured she wouldn't-not after what I had seen him and her doing at various parties. Why, mom and dad didn't think a thing of fucking and sucking other men and women in front of each other! And I said, 'Why, don't you show me how big it is, daddy? I'd love to see it. I'll bet you've got a pretty cock ... '
"Smiling, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and held it straight and firm for me to gaze at. 'Is that you want to do, just look at it?' he asked in a voice choked with desire.
"I didn't say a word. I merely went to the bed, lay down on my back, opened my thighs and held out my arms. Bluntly I told him, 'Shove it in me, daddy. Give the a real hard fucking!' I was positive that he couldn't have backed down, even if he had wanted to. He was too hot. Watching him remove his clothes, I wondered if he had a cunt-rub. Probably not, because mom and other women he was used to fucking all took pills. I didn't mind taking the chance of getting knocked up, deciding that getting diddled by my father was worth it.
"Quickly he crawled between my thighs, all the while staring at my young body.
"'Daddy,' I smirked, 'isn't this "immoral"? I mean for a father to fuck his daughter? And what are you staring at?'
"Not a blemish,' he whispered, as if talking to himself. 'So white, so very lovely.'
"I opened my thighs wider, making an attempt to keep my own body from shivering. I was suddenly very excited, almost desperate for his prick, my reasoning being that if my brother could give me a wild screwing, what could an experienced fucker like my father do for me? I was more than a little anxious to find out.
"'Put a pillow under your butt, Gwennie,' dad said. 'I'll be able to give you a better riding that way-and I don't need to ask you if you've ever had a peter before. I suppose you and Ron did more than fuck each other in the butt!'
"After I placed a pillow under my loins, dad began teasing my pussy lips with the head of his dick, moving it just within the folds of moist flesh, sort of rotating it, then rubbing it freely down against that little strip of no-man's-land between my cunt and butthole.
"'Quit playing around, daddy,' I said, annoyed, holding open my arms for him. 'Shove it in me and let's get going.'
'He glanced at me, a worried look on his face. 'You sure you can take it all ?' he asked.
"'I know I can,' I said, my voice desperate. 'Just push it in and start riding me!'
"Trembling, dad eased his wet knob forward, slowly inserting it into my hot little fuck box, never hurrying, giving my lust plenty of time to lubricate the cockpit with the necessary seminal juices. I looked down between my legs and saw that his rigid cock was half buried in the thatch of hair crowning the center of my crotch, the boring head tempting my desire and drawing waves of wantonness from me. Then, as if testing my appetite, he withdrew completely, so that the head was barely touching my cunt. Agitated from the frustration of sexual need, I threw my legs around him, almost savagely, the heels of my feet digging into his ass, and attempted to pull him forward so that his cock would spear my greedy cunt. Dad must have realized that he had teased me beyond the point of no return, for he permitted the pressure of my legs to draw him into me. At first the head entered, rather slowly, and then, as he assisted my thrust, he moved into my cunt with such rapidity that our pelvic bones crashed together, our pubic regions became one vast hairy jungle.
"'UHhhhh!' I gasped from the swiftness of his entry. How good my dad's prick felt! Even ten times better after he began to fuck me. It was then that I found out the difference between "boy" fucking and "man" fucking. Whereas my brother had merely raced his dick in and out of me, straight up and down you might say, Dad used a much different method, not only moving in and out, but alternating the speed of his thrusts and withdrawals. At times, he'd give me a series of quick short jabs, there suddenly change to several Song thrusts, pushing his cock into me as deeply as he could-or he'd stop for a short moment, and then sort of grind his peter into me with a sideways rotating motion, this latter technique making me feel that he was trying to scrape the walls of my vagina. Either way, it was impossible, for me to know what to expect from him, which made his fucking all the more exciting and pleasurable. The size of his prick also helped. While dad's peter wasn't as long as my brother's, it was a good deal thicker, this making the fit of his tool very tight, stretching my pussy to its utmost and making it possible for him to enter and withdraw with an increasing and "subtle regularity, with a special kind of rhythm that began sending us to heights of pleasure impossible for me adequately to describe. OH! It was sheer paradise, the best fuck I had ever had!
"'P-PUSHhhhh!' I moaned, my desire frantic. I could feel a tiny ribbon of sweat forming on my upper lip, but ignored it, as well as dad's hot breath which puffed steadily against the side of my neck. I wanted the sensation to last and last, to last forever; yet I knew I was fighting a losing battle. T-FUCK-m-me!' I wailed. 'I'm g-g-g-e-tt-ing-r-ready to-c-c-c-c-ome ... ' My fingers clawed at his back, my own lustfulness causing every muscle of my body to tingle. My calves cramped. My head spun; yet I managed to meet his every thrust, working my hips in perfect timing with his own movements. Then dad began fucking me faster-and harder- pulling my hips violently against him, giving me the impression that he was trying to force even his balls into my pussy.
"I began gasping with steady pants that jumped from my throat with an increasing regularity. From what seemed to be a universe away, I could hear the sweat-sweet skin of our stomachs smacking together with dad's every plunge, then clinging together slightly at contact, only to pull wetly and, seemingly, reluctantly from each other as he retreated and prepared for another assault.
" 'Uhl! Uhl! Uhl!' Dad was getting wild--then: 'N-NOW! N-N-NOW! C-COME, S-SWEET GWENNIE, C-COMEEEE!'
"I did! And we did! Together! We shot off so tremendously that for a moment I think I almost passed out. How can I describe the feel of pure come in my cunt! It was the first time I had felt it; the first time an unrubbered peter had ever spurted nakedly into me. Charge after charge of come streamed from his cock, flooding my cunny and driving me out of my mind. Instantly I began working my inner muscles, clamping down on the length of his peter, pumping and pulling from him the final drops, all the while crying and moaning and making animal-like noises.
"Then, like an empty sack, daddy collapsed on top of me. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him. 'Oh, daddy ... you fucked me so good!'
"What did mom think about dad's fucking me? Well, mom didn't blow her cool too much about it; she was still too mad about my using her dildoe and rectal unit. I can be positive of this because, later, that night, I sneaked down to the bedroom and listened at the door. Dad explained that he had made love to me because I had wanted him to and because he felt that since Ron and I were screwing, he might as well show me how to do it right.
" 'Sex is one of the key pleasures of a healthy emotional life,' dad said, 'and if the child's to enjoy herself, she might as well be taught by someone she loves and trusts.'
"'Is she any good at it?' mom asked.
"'She's a good lay, nice and tight,' dad said. Then he mused, 'I wonder how good she is at sucking a cock-but maybe she and Ronnie haven't gotten around to that yet.'
"Listening at the door, I smiled, deciding I had quite a few surprises in store for my father. Then I heard mom say that as long as dad was going to teach me all about love, she might as well break in Ronnie! Dad thought this was a good idea, and asked if she thought it was a good idea if the four of us would ball it together. He finished with, 'I'd enjoy seeing you make love with a teenage boy. I don't suppose you've ever fucked a boy that young, have you, dear?'
"Mom laughed lightly and said it would be especially nice breaking in Ronnie. 'I agree with you, Harvey. I think I'll enjoy watching you and Gwennie screw. That's almost half the pleasure-watching others do it.'
"Then dad laughed and said that he and mom were a couple of voyeurs, and she replied that maybe Ronnie and I were bisexual and that the four of us might have what she called a family get-together.'
"That's exactly what happened the very next night. After mom and dad had called us to their bedroom, they explained that since Ronnie and I had been screwing-well, why not keep the fucking in the family. Mom didn't use the word fucking,' but it was obvious she meant exactly that.
"Ronnie and I were all for the idea, and very shortly he and I and mom and dad were naked and ready for action. I walked into dad's arms and we kissed, I delighting in the way the tip of his hard peter poked at me. But I played it real cool, acting real dumb. 'Oh, father,' I sighed, 'I do so want to suck it. Show me how ... 'That got him going and he sat down on a vanity stool and opened his legs. I got down on my knees before him, at the same time watching mom and Ronnie. I now knew what mom meant by watching. Wow! Looking at other people enjoying themselves with sex was interesting and exciting. I supposed that was why my parents and their guests always had so much fun at their parties.
"Mom had sat down on the bed, and Ronnie, his peter hard and sticking out, stood before her, gawking at her huge tits-two big white mounds topped with brown-red berries. 'Feel them, Ronnie,' mom whispered. 'Play with them. You want to.'
"Bending down, Ronnie began feeling mom's tits, at the same time attempting to work himself into a position that would enable him to suck her big nips-but she said, 'No, wait! Let me get on the bed. You'll be able to do it easier that way.'
"Mom got on the bed, lying sideways over it, with her legs hanging over the side. I think that then she was hinting for Ron to go down on her, but instead, he knelt on the rug beside the bed, bent his head to one of her nipples and began sucking, slurping away like a newborn baby. Since she lay with her thighs open, I had a real groovy view of her cunt. She did have a nice slit and a thick mass of curly brown hair.
"I suppose Ron finally took the hint, for he moved his mouth from mom's tit and began licking and kissing her stomach; when he reached her pubic hair, she opened her thighs even wider, sighing and whispering, 'Suck me. Show me how you did it to Gwennie.'
"Kneeling before dad, between his hairy legs, I took his cock in my hand, and he instructed me on how to suck his cock. I played it cool, acting like I had never had a pisser in my mouth before, 'You don't put the entire cock in your mouth, Gwennie,' he said softly. "The way you do it-first you lick my nuts,' He pulled up the skin on his balls. 'From there, you lick the underside of my peter, moving your tongue slowly until you reach the head. That's why I like it there, on the head, because that's where all the sensation is. You lick the head all over and every now and then push your mouth down over it. Then you take as much of my cock into your mouth as you can; just pretend you're trying to swallow it-and as you go down on it, lick and suck as hard as you can. I want you to swallow the stuff when I, come, otherwise I won't be able to enjoy it so well. I think you'll be able to take the full load. But keep right on sucking when I come; that way you'll get all of it. You understand all that, honey?'
"'Yes, daddy,' I said, moving my mouth down to his balls, which I began to lick. Rapidly I moved my tongue, sliding it up the side of his prick, while dad leaned back and watched me, his eyes bright and shiny. Gradually I worked my way toward the head-that's what I really wanted-and when I reached it, I engulfed it with my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down over it. All the while I kept my tongue moving and never for a moment forgetting to apply a steady suction. I really sucked my father, going at it so furiously that my spit began sliding down his prick, finding its way into his thick pubic hair. I licked and sucked and munched down hard on the spongy head, at times squeezing the hard prick flesh between my fingers.
"Dad began breathing heavily and squirming slightly on the vanity stool. Then he leaned back against the dresser and slid down somewhat, croaking in a voice that burned with pure sex, 'Gwennie, ease a-a finger into my asshole and suck a little harder.'
"I did so, having little difficulty in getting my index finger up his hind end (up to the second knuckle) and began moving it in a circular motion; also I began sucking him harder, tightening my mouth around his hot cock. Anxious for the taste of his come, I decided to hurry the blow job and make him pop off as soon as possible, I also watched Ron and mom out of the corner of my eye.
"Ronnie had his head buried between mom's thighs and was sucking her for dear life, his hands fastened on and her legs wrapped around his neck and head. They were really having a ball. 'Higher!' mom whispered. 'I-I'll telllll y-you-uhh--there!' A long moan crawled from her throat. 'S-Suck-i-it-right-there ...'
"Then mom went sort of nuts as she had her come. She pressed her hands to my brother's head and her legs began kicking straight out, while her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. 'Hhkh-ohohohoko!' she cried, 'SSssssuuuckkkkkkkk mmeeeeee!'
"As for Ronnie-I have to give him credit! He kept right on slurping away at her cunt, drinking in her juices ...
"Faster and faster I moved my mouth over dad's peter, my tongue forever busy, flicking incessantly over his screaming flesh, drawing the come from his balls into his cock; and I succeeded in my efforts. Lust made him frantic and, grasping me by the ears, he began moving my head up and down over his cock at an even faster rate.
"'H-HAR-D!' he blubbered. 'I-I-uhhhhh ... '
"At that instant his come shot forth, a geyser of the creamy stuff. Dad tried to press my head down all the way on his cock, wanting to bury it in my throat, but I clamped my mouth around the base of the head and held fast, knowing that if he pumped his cream down my throat I would not be able to enjoy the taste of it. Dad groaned and shook and shivered, while I tasted and swallowed. I kept pulling on the head of his peter, delighting at how his come kept spurting out, in a stream that got weaker and weaker. Then there was nothing at all.
"Dad pulled my mouth from his softening cock. I was breathing heavily, a thin line of come dribbling from one corner of my mouth. I looked up and smiled at dad, then placed my cheek against his thigh. His come had tasted so sweet; it reminded me of buttermilk.
" 'I loved doing that to you, daddy,' I whispered. Til suck you off anytime you want me to.' I glanced over at mom and at Ronnie, who was standing in front of her, fucking her in the mouth as she sat on the side of the bed. She had her arms locked around his waist, and he was holding her head to his cock with his hands, while he hunched her, working his peter in and out of her mouth. Then he began crying, 'I'm shooting, m-mom! I'm-I'm coming-i-in-your-uhhhhhh!'
"I heard dad whispering to me, 'Gwcnnie, I'll go down on you now,' He stood up and indicated by his manner that he wanted me to sit on the vanity stool. I had another idea, one I felt would be more exciting. I looked over at the bed, where mom was lying sideways, flat on her back, with Ronnie between her legs, standing on the floor and preparing to mount her. Grinning like a little imp, he was rubbing the head of his cock up and down over her cunt lips, no doubt teasing her.
"'Will you hurry up and fuck me!' she ground out.
"Then Ronnie shoved it to her, boring in until his cock was buried to his balls, making mom gasp with pleasure and surprise. 'Y-You're-g-good fucking, mom!' Ron muttered and began working his hips. Mom began sighing and pinching her own nipples. She sure loved to fuck, and I thought of the time I had seen her doing it at a party with three men. One man had fucked her, another had sucked her tits, while she sucked off a third man who had knelt over her.
"'How about sucking me on the bed?' I suggested to dad. 'I'll lay next to mom-okay?'
"That was agreeable to my father, and I got to the bed, lying down next to mom and pushing my butt to the edge in order to give him plenty of room. Glancing at mom, I saw that she was lost in a whirlpool of lust, her eyas glazed, her mouth slack, grunting every now and then as Ronnie gave her cunt an extra hard jab.
"'H-Howw-is it-m-mommm?' he asked. 'Am-I- f-fucking you okay?'
" 'U-uhh-huh, b-but-d-don't-s-s-stop!" she panted.
"I felt dad's hands fumbling with my tits, and then he surprised me by crawling up over me. He enclosed me in his arms and I cooperated willingly as he French-kissed me, my lips glued tightly to his. I was in a hurry, but dad took his time feeling up my tits, my ass, and running his fingers into my cunt.
"'Dad, aren't you going to suck me?' I finally asked, getting worried and becoming impatient. I got the idea that maybe he was going to fuck me instead.
"'Yes,' he mumbled, 'but I want to kiss you all over first.' And that's what he did, the nasty man, kissing me tenderly, not even missing my sweet little bungy hole, which he tongued for several long, delightful minutes. Dad then requested me to open my legs as far as possible, showing me the precise position he wanted for cunnilingus. Presently he knelt between my legs, appearing as anxious as some of the high-school boys I had dated.
"Dad began by brushing my cunt hairs with his lips and nose, no doubt inhaling the sweet pussy smell. I had doused my pussy liberally with perfume and I presumed he enjoyed the fragrance. Very carefully-at long last-he slipped his long tongue into my cunt and went right to work by burying his mouth against my slit. I lifted my hind end slightly as his tongue found my clit and skillfully began working it, his tongue moving like a drunken worm. Apparently he intended to tease me a bit, for he withdrew his tongue and began licking my thighs; he also began fingering my asshole with the tip of his forefinger. Hot now-no, sizzling!-I threw up my hips so that my wet cunt lips tried to capture his tongue, which was furiously working through my hairs. I began to twist and squirm, even more than mom, who was carrying on beside me on the bed. 'Daddy, daddy!' I begged. 'D-Don't tease me so! Make me come!'
"This time dad didn't fool around. This time he buried his mouth in my vagina and began rotating his tongue over my hard clit. I jumped, partially from surprise and partially from pleasure, when he slipped a finger into my asshole. His other hand slid upward across my pulsating belly, reaching for my tits.
"Then mom popped off, crying out like she was in some kind of torment, bouncing up and down on the bed so hard that she almost shook daddy's mouth from my dripping snatch! And my big brother began grunting as he poured the load from his balls into mom's cunt.
"Dad was really sucking me now, boring in with his mouth and driving me nuts with his tongue. While my hands beat the bedspread, a series of low moans began escaping my throat; then dad began-I guess you'd call it "masturbating my asshole'-and that did it! I banged off, almost screaming as I came! 'DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!' I cried. 'SUCK ME HARDER-H-HARD-ERrrrrr!' It seemed that I just kept coming and coming; yet I still noticed what Ron was doing-crawling over mom to fuck her in the mouth ...
"After that first night, mom and dad and Ron and me got to making out with each other two and three times a week. Dad got the idea that perhaps it would be a good thing if Ronnie and I began swapping with them at parties, but mom vetoed his suggestion on the grounds that we were still too young for such freewheeling sex. She said some of their friends had big mouths and might blab to the wrong people that underage kids were screwing around with adults. Uh-huh. There was always some snitch who might louse up a good deal. But naturally that didn't stop the four of us from having fun in private, almost always in mom and dad's bedroom, late at night.
"After a week or so, we even got to doing what dad referred to as 'pluralism,' which seemed like a pretty icky word to me-blahh! You know, I mean like singular and plural. Anyhow-the four of us got to having 'pluralism,' which means that the four of us sometimes all got connected together-like we were one body! I didn't mind that at all, not even when I sucked mom's cunt. I liked going down on her and enjoyed it when she blew me. Ronnie and dad felt the same way-about sucking each other's cocks, I mean. But what I liked best of all was the fact that we took turns choosing different combinations to diddle in. Mom, she liked to lay on her back and have Ron suck her off while I'd kneel over her face. Dad would stand in front of me, and I'd blow him as she ate me. Another way we'd do it-I'd get between mom's-legs and eat her snatch, and Ron would fuck her in the mouth, eating dad at the same time, who'd be standing in front of him. Dad liked it best when I'd blow him while he sucked off Ron who would kneel over him. Mom would stand in front of Ron, and he'd lick her cunt like wild, getting double pleasure as dad sucked him. Now and then mom and I would do a swinging sixty-nine-and do you know what? We even fucked each other using dildoes, but I never enjoyed that too much. It seemed rather silly to me, for the two of us to use imitation cocks when dad and Ron had perfectly good flesh-and-blood peters. Of course, a dildoe never had to get a hard on, but it never felt as good as a real peter either.
"Ronnie, the nasty boy, really enjoyed grouping it. That way he could always cornhole either mom or dad, though I think mom enjoyed getting fucked in the ass more than dad did. I remember the first time Ron hopped mom in her tail end-tailgating it,' dad laughingly called it. That first time-Ron didn't even have to ask mom. She suggested it to him.
"We were standing around talking about what to do, and mom said, 'Ron, honey, why don't you do it to me in the back end. You said once that you always wanted to do it that way to Gwennie, but that she would never let you. I'U kneel by the side of the bed and suck off Gwennie while you fuck me in the behind. Do you want to?'
"Did he! 'Sure, but won't it hurt when I shove it in? But sure, if you want me to,' Ronnie said. He stood there fingering his cock, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
"Dad said, 'Gwennie dear, how about blowing me at the same time that your mother eats you?' He glanced at the bed. 'Trouble is, I don't know how I can brace myself, since you'll be lying across the bed. I know, I'll use the back of a chair.'
"In the meanwhile, mom had gone to the dresser and returned with a jar of vaseline and a box of kleenex. Motioning for me to get on the bed, she sat down and opened the jar and, when I had spread out on the bed, she got to her knees in front of me, by the side of the bed. Turning slightly, she greased Ronnie's stiff cock, then wiped her fingers on several kleenex tissues, saying, 'Ronnie, dear. All you have to do is-center the head of your cock on my asshole and push. Shove hard "on your cock and don't worry about hurting me. Your father does it to me that way a lot, and I'm used to it.'
"Dad, crawling on the bed and moving over me, got into position, his big dick only a few inches from my mouth. As hard as it was, it stuck out almost straight, and I knew he'd have to lean down and bend over a chair in order to get the head in my mouth. Waiting, he said, 'I'll wait until Ronnie gets his prick in your mother's ass and until she begins sucking you before I give you my cock. It'll be easier that way.'
"Mom leaned over the bed and me, her mouth only inches from my pussy, and pulled her ass-cheeks apart. Ronnie moved in behind her and began pushing the head of his dick into her bung. 'It-it's in!' mom gasped. 'Shove! Shove it hard!' Ronnie did and mom, her eyes widening, let out a tremendous sigh, a sort of Ahhhhh, which meant that Ron had butt-hopped right up to his balls. Then, putting his arms around mom's hips, Ronnie began hunching her. With a dreamy look on her face, she lowered her mouth to my pussy and began sucking, her tongue slicing in quick and sure, lapping right for my clit. It seemed to me that every time Ronnie gave her a lunge, her tongue shot into my cunt with more force. I don't know-it could have been my imagination.
"Dad, his knees on each side of me, moved higher up, sort of raising his loins as he leaned over and braced himself on the back of a chair that he had placed close to the bed, a position that placed the head of his cock against my mouth. Parting my lips, I let the head slip in and began a slow gentle sucking. I tossed my arms about his hips and pulled down slightly on his rear. Taking the hint, and knowing what I desired, Dad began slowly to hunch in my mouth.
"I suppose mom and dad and Ronnie and I would still be grouping it if one of the servants hadn't reported us. I wish dad had given the cook her raise. If he had, I wouldn't be here and Ronnie wouldn't be in that icky boys' school. But we'll be out in a short while. Dad's hired the best lawyers in the state."
While Mr. and Mrs. Harvey T--- were arrested and charged with "lewd and licentious cohabitation with minors" and "contributing to the delinquency of minors," they were later released, without going to trial, the district attorney declining to prosecute on the grounds that the evidence (only the testimony of a woman who cooked for the T---s) was too inconclusive and circumstantial. However, Gwendolyn and Ronald, her brother, were placed in juvenile homes.
Space does not permit a lengthy discussion on how promiscuous parents influence their children, either directly or indirectly. It will suffice to point out that the teenager motivated by the incestuous impulse (no matter its origin) must have a ready and willing sexual accomplice; so called "swinging" parents are, beyond question of any reasonable doubt, the most cooperative of all adult partners. What can we say of Mr. & Mrs. H. T---? They are perverted in a social and a moral sense; yet we can not conclude ipso facto, that they are suffering from any form of psycho-sexual pathology. To arrive at such a conclusion would require a separate study.
Gwendolyn herself presents a case of complete depravity (we use the term in the usual colloquial sense); her penis wish, coupled with slight hostility which later vanished when she began having sex with her father and her mother, completely dominated her superego; her incestuous acts did not project any trace of guilt upon her ego.
The prognosis for Gwendolyn is dark. We cannot predict any kind of moral future for her. Nor for any girl who has incest on her mind and works at making her dream become reality.
CHAPTER FOUR - Diane and Her Father
NOTE: The reader will recall that we introduced this subject in the Introduction to this work. To reiterate: Diane, motivated by the incest impulse, was determined to have sex relations with her father; in order to facilitate the seduction, she subtly excited him by pretending interest in his "fatherly" (?) talk on sex in marriage. However, we do recommend a review of the Introduction, in order for the reader to fully comprehend the implications of this case study.
We resume where we left off in the Introduction- with Mr. W---'s performing cunnilingus on Diane-in Diane's own words.
"With my father's tongue spinning around in my hot box, I couldn't help but moan in an agony of bliss. Believe me, the intensity of the rapture I was experiencing was almost too much for me. I felt I was almost delirious with sexual delight. How to explain it-as though I were sinking into a giant ocean of feathers. I had to do it then! My body went rigid! My eyes rolled upward, and I emitted a shrill, screaming gasp, one that skidded on the verge of a shriek! And tiny shrill noises shot from my nose-like steam escaping from a kettle. Dimly I was aware of my father's tongue being drawn into my cunt, felt it lapping, and felt a warm fluid flowing from within me. Ohhh, coming was so ... so very good!
"And the giant bliss stabbed me again-all kinds of lightning running through my loins. Again I yelled, a high-pitched yell, and once more my body was taken over by convulsive jerks of such intensity as to almost throw me off the bed. How much time passed before my convulsions stopped? I don't know. One minute? Two? Three? I don't know, but finally I lay still. Still, daddy continued to lick me, slowly and gently. At long last, he drew his face away to examine my cunt at leisure once more. Dividing my wet lips and stretching them wide apart with the fingers of both hands, he gazed with sensual delight on my sexual treasure.
"I lay back and let him do what he wanted to with me. He leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue on my tiny pee-hole and, curious, I asked him what he was trying to do. 'Just don't move, sweetie!' he whispered. Move? Why should I? Almost crazy with passion, he pushed his tongue forward and kept forcing it, I winced. 'Daddy! Don't! You're hurting me!'
"He withdrew, and then slid his tongue downward, forcing the tip of it into my rectum. Ahhhhh, it felt so good back there. For several long minutes he sucked inside this tiny forbidden hole, and then returned to my pussy, going to my clit. Once more he started to suck, and once more my pussy began to throb, my clit swelling and stiffening. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. Father pulled his mouth from me and again stared at my cunt. I wanted to ask him if he enjoyed looking at my pussy as much as he enjoyed sucking it, but I thought better of it. I lay back. Daddy gaped and gawked. He must have stared for several minutes. Anyhow, I became impatient. Without saying a word, I wound a leg around his neck and drew his face forward, more than his kneeling position could withstand.
"'Go on, daddy/Do .me!" I said as he continued to resist. He just stared! Can you image that? I finally got tired of his slowness. Exerting all my strength, I crushed my father's face to my pussy. 'Suck it, daddy. Suck it!' I said, and kept my leg around his neck, holding his mouth to my cunt until he put out his tongue and began working it on my excited clit; then, very gradually, I released the pressure of my leg and slowly lowered it. I lay back, looking down at father, my eyes filled with triumph. But, while I was close to success, I still did not have-his big prick in me-and that's what I was really after. Ahhhhhhh, he was really going at me, his tongue a thing alive, pushing up higher in me, licking all over the interior of my cunt, as completely as a mop would go over a kitchen floor. Oh yes, I knew that daddy had to be an experienced pussy-lapper.
"I began twisting my body, moving it in time with his lap-lap-licking. Then another climax hit me-a long and drawn-out one that caused me to lose all sense of time, place and feeling. As if a blackness had fallen around me, I saw nothing. It was as though I had been suddenly struck blind. My body was tossed to and fro on the bed, and I could feel it, could feel the creamy discharge flowing from the folds of my vagina, a steady flow that ran gently down his quivering throat. Never before, in my whole life, had I been so excited, so utterly and completely filled with lust, so agitated.
"After I had finished coming, he stood and looked down at me, smiling and wiping his face. Somehow, his steady gaze made me feel uncomfortable.
"I sighed. 'Daddy, what are you looking at?' I saw that his peter was as big as an ear of corn! Only prettier!
" 'You have such lovely breasts,' daddy said 'They are like two nicely rounded grapefruits that have been sculptured in alabaster-and you have such a delicate pink navel ... '
"Laughing, I said, 'Oh, daddy, you talk like a poet. Tell me, what does my pussy look like?'
"My daddy thought for a moment. 'A lovely mound of honey, whose doorway is a pretty slit covered with red-gold curls.'
"'Oh, daddy, you-' I giggled, feeling good all over. A delicious tingle ran through my pussy and my nipples began to itch. I wanted his mouth on me again.
"'And your darling face is flushed with the bloom of youth and health,' daddy said.
"'Do it again, daddy ... Suck me-and, daddy, I love it when your tongue slides into my rectum. Do that too, daddy.'
"For the next ten minutes my daddy made me come and come and come-and come some more. When daddy finished with me, I had the cleanest pussy and butt-hole ih the whole town. I was also completely drained. I could tell that daddy had also had enough. As he lay down beside me on the bed, I asked, 'Do your jaws ache, daddy? You sure munched me a lot, daddy.'
"'Only slightly. I know how to do it. I do it to your mother a lot, you know. I'll be able to suck you again in just a few minutes, my little darling.'
"Ah, but that was not what I wanted, but I did not tell daddy that, pretending I was still ignorant about the sexual things that men and women did to each other. Instead, I said, very coyly, 'Daddy, if husbands suck off their wives, don*t wives suck their husbands* peters?' I finished with what I considered a master stroke of pseudonaivete. 'Or don't husbands enjoy having their things sucked?'
"Daddy began to breathe more rapidly. Glancing down, I saw his prick quiver with a quick series of rapid jerks. He had a nice-looking peter, a normal-sized circumcised peter. This I knew from sex education classes in school, a part of which had dealt with the various sizes of the male organ and myths concerning the male prick. As I remember, Miss J-- said the average cock was about six inches long when erect. I often wondered how many real cocks Miss J--- had seen and enjoyed. She was an old bag in her thirties and rather pretty, even if she did have kind of fat legs.
"Trying to keep the excitement from showing in his voice, my daddy said, 'Uh ... yes, men enjoy having their cock-their organ sucked. Practically all wives take the husband's penis into their mouths. It's part of the custom of marriage. I enjoy having your mother do it to me.'
"Very slowly, daddy began to finger-fuck me. I decided to toy with him. 'Daddy,' I said, 'do you put a rubber on your penis before mother sucks on it?'
"Daddy looked flustered. 'Uhhhhh, nooooo ... I couldn't enjoy it that way. Your mother couldn't either. You see, dear, wives enjoy sucking a husband's cock-a man's penis. Some wives even like to ... I mean they enjoy it especially when ... .'
"Pausing, daddy cleared his throat. 'I mean-a lot of wives enjoy it when the man ejaculates in their mouth.' He glanced curiously at me, then said, 'I know your mother does.'
"'You mean that wives like the taste of come, daddy?' I asked with pretended interest. By now, daddy was so excited that he literally squirmed on the bed- my poor hot-cocked daddy.
" 'Yes! YES, they do! Most wives like the taste of semen!' he said, having more difficulty with his breathing. You'd have thought he'd just trotted around the block instead of having just finished racing his tongue around my pussy.
"I sensed he was right on the rim of asking me if I wanted to suck his peter, but somehow couldn't quite push his request over the actual edge. I knew that all I would have to say was, 'Daddy, I'd like to suck your peter,' and that he would almost have a heart attack in his speed to let me, but that was not my plan. I wanted him to ask me.
"What does semen taste like, daddy?' I asked, letting sweet innocence drip from my voice. 'Does it- taste good, daddy?'
" 'I-I-well, it's sort of warm and salty,' daddy fumbled. 'Your mother tells me it reminds her of mild Clorox ...'
"I figured I'd shake him up a bit. 'I don't think I'd like that taste,' I said. 'I don't think I'd like that at all. I always sort of thought that semen tasted sweet.'
"Daddy raised himself and stared at me, even forgetting to work his finger in my pussy. I knew he was worried that he would never get my mouth over his cock.
"'But you've never tasted come!' he said hurriedly. 'I mean it's not like you think. After the first few times, most women enjoy the taste, and the earlier they begin, the sooner and the more they enjoy it. I-I've got an idea. Why don't you suck my prick-my penis, the way your mother did it on our wedding night. That way you'd have firsthand experience and could judge for yourself.'
"'Do you want me to, daddy? Do you want me to suck your peter?'
"'Yes, oh yes. I-I would love you all the more if you did/"
In Diane W--- we are presented with a rather typical picture of the teenage incestuous syndrome in operation, in that the subject confines herself to a framework indigenous to the female adolescent seductress. Such a girl need not be necessarily immoral; rather, she is dominated by unconscious forces that impel her along the wide sea of sex, as helpless in her motivations as a straw being driven before a brisk wind.
There is the mechanism of ambivalence, a three-fold psychic impulse, to be considered in analyzing any girl who would seduce her own father: 1) the existence of contradictory attitudes or emotions, such as love and hate, in the same individual; 2) rapidly shifting or alternating emotions and/or alternating attitudes toward another; 3) the condition of being impelled or drawn toward two mutually antagonistic goals at the same time. Any of the three can be an important element to a girl's sexual encounter with a mature man (or a boy's with a mature woman). Ambivalence,' the high or low of a girl's emotions at a particular time, is present in most teenaged girls, teetering them from one pole to another, from positive to negative feelings about almost everything in the world, and particularly about sex.
There is curiosity to be considered, which seems to be the main motivational factor at work in Diane W---: curiosity about the penis of the adult male, curiosity as to how the penis of the adult male might feel in her hand, her mouth, her vagina?
We recall that Diane had experienced sex before: "Why tell him (her father) I had lost my cherry at thirteen and had been fucked a dozen times since then? It was none of his business."
What of the fathers and mothers who cooperate sexually with their incestuous-minded children? What can we say of them?
Psychiatrist Daniel E. Schneider, author of Psychoanalyst and the Artist, has quite a bit to say. "The strange sexual neurosis called pedophilia-incest is now generally believed to be associated with, or to be a variation of, paranoia. The persecution complex- paranoia's outstanding syndrome-is neurotically ameliorated through sexual regression. Its etiology seems largely environmental; it only rarely springs from bio-chemical or physiological imbalance. The man or woman so afflicted becomes obsessed with the sexually incomplete or immature because they themselves are sexually partialized and incomplete."
Doctor Schneider is more wrong than right in his explanation of incest motivation in adult offenders. While it is true that an adult offender may be psychotic, it is more likely that he or she is but the victim of a perverse morality. This is particularly true of fathers who seduce their biological daughters, or are seduced by them. Such men are usually suffering from an inadequacy of the libido, more specifically, of phallic inferiority.
There is also a gigantic difference between the adult pedophile, who constantly searches for children he would use as sex partners, and the adult incest offender who uses only his own offspring, the main difference between the two being that while the full-blown pedophile seldom has sexual contact with a mature person of the opposite sex (assuming he or she is a heterosexual pedophile), the average incest offender prefers sexual contact with opposite sex adults, incest serving only as an incidental pleasure or a periodic diversion from normal adult contacts.
Curiosity also plays a somewhat prominent role in adults who permit themselves to be receptive and responsive to the sexual overtures of a teenager. Intuitively girls and boys realize this-a girl in particular, whose entire body is sexualized, in contrast to a boy, whose sexuality lies principally in his genitals.
Curiosity motivation is perhaps the prime factor in brother and sister incestuous relationships.
Nevertheless, the parent who would seduce a child, and/or a father who would allow himself to be seduced by his child, is a parent who does have two notable and unique problems. He is desirous of sexual contact outside his marriage; yet he is afraid to make these demands, either because he lacks the opportunity or the technique. Thus it can be said that if the committer of incest had been a "successful adulterer," he would not have been interested in a less sexually stimulating partner such as a child.
Few people know it, and to our knowledge there have been no studies made of the relationship between incest and the loss of virginity. There are those authorities who feel that the blood kinsmen is most often the one to first taste the sexual fruits of the young: a daughter, a stepdaughter, a cousin, a niece-and brother/sister incest is very, very common.
It is impossible to make any kind of reasonable estimate regarding the frequency of these virginity-loss incest cases. As anyone knows, incest is always very carefully hidden; but in the office of the psychiatrist, psychologist, and clergyman, countless tales have been related that tell of incest and the loss of virginity. In many cases, this sexual act comes as the result of a pact, either spoken or unspoken, between relatives (either by blood or by marriage, such as in the case of stepdaughters). Sometimes the seduction is forced. And in more cases than one would suspect, it is the virgin who is the aggressor-as in the case of Diane W---, although she was not a virgin when she seduced her father.
None of this ever happens by sheer chance or accident, and we find that there is a very good reason why a teenage girl so frequently turns to one of her own family for her first coital experience, one that coincides with a part of the motivational impulse so frequently encountered in nonvirgins who seduce their brothers or fathers (remember Paula T-- - Chapter Two-and how she confessed that she wanted to give her virginity to her stepfather, to a man she loved and trusted).
The reason is security. A young girl, particularly a virgin, feels a certain safety or protective influence from a member of her own family. This is only too true if that member of the family is an older man, an uncle or father or stepfather. So the virgin, feeling curiosity about sex generally, perhaps somewhat ambivalent about her own feelings toward it, often turns to this older relative for her first sexual experience. She might do this either consciously or unconsciously. Naturally, this is all very shocking to the laymen unfamiliar with the knots and tangles of the human libido -doubly shocking since it involves the loss of a girl's virginity. But to the professional, it is not so shocking. To the man of medicine, loss of virginity through incest is more often the rule than the exception.
I include the proximity factor as still another motivational force that brings the loss of virginity and incest together in so very many cases, for despite our enlightened and aggressive times many teenage girls just don't have an opportunity for sex the first time except with a relative. In some geographical areas of the United States there are young people who rarely see another human who is not a relative. Then, too, the proximity of people makes for opportunities that might otherwise not be available-the reason we find so much incest in slum regions. A father and daughter constantly thrown together are more apt to find a sexual attraction for each other, and the opportunity, than a couple who are not related; especially is this true with a very young girl.
Laymen also react with incredulous disbelief when they are told that there are any number of teenage girls who consciously go about the business of seducing an older male relative-brother, uncle, father-convinced that a girl of tender years is simply not capable of such a breach of sexual ethics. Sometimes one can get these uninformed people to admit that adolescents do have sexual urges, but then the question is asked if these strivings aren't supposed to be worked off at sports, jobs, studies, and hobbies?
This is all very fine in theory, that sexual curiosities and energies can be routed into innocent avocations and the like-very fine and very foolish. It means that children are to be guarded from the realities of petting and intercourse until marriage; then they are expected to know everything and adjust instantly to mature sexuality. It means that what we want for our children is that they will not know what we know!
Theory is one thing. Fact is something else-or we wouldn't have teenage girls like Diane W--- who, although knowledgeable in the ways of sex and very well aware of her father's fascination with her young body, deliberately went out of her way to have her father instigate and initiate what might be called a "reverse" seduction.
Diane's action proves that teenaged girls, bent on incest, can be extremely intelligent in mapping out their campaigns of seduction. Diane is also remarkably free from any guilt in connection with the seduction; at least there is no indication of such in her narrative.
The main reason why incest is so dangerous is because it causes guilt and psychic trauma. Incest also acts as a deterrent to family unity, and the family is the unit most responsible for imparting techniques of survival, morals, goals, and ethics.
In spite of what most people think, a properly and considerately performed sex act will not have a serious impact or damage on a teenager or even a subteenager. However, guilt and recriminations can have serious impact, and it is always the guilt and recrimination that cause the most damage.
Nevertheless, and quite logically, the persons most capable of initiating youngsters to sex relations are, by nature, responsible and considerate-and that is why they do not commit incest, unlike adults who are less mature. This presumes, of course, that incest is always initiated by an adult and that girls such as Diane W--- are nonexistent-and for every teenage seductress who succeeds, there are perhaps 50 more who don't, either because the adult is morally responsive or too unsophisticated to realize the girl's intention. It still takes two for the act of incest. If the girl is clever and determined, and the man is weak, morally, then we have a case similar to Diane W--- and her "'Do you want me to, daddy? Do you want me to suck your peter?'
"'Yes, oh yes. I would love you all the more if you did,' He paused, as if thinking of something very important, and then said, We'll go down to the kitchen, and I'll show you how to fellate me down there.'
"Having no idea why we should go to the kitchen to have a suck-session, but nevertheless intrigued, I went along with daddy. Once in the kitchen, daddy went to the refrigerator and took out a small can of chocolate syrup, the kind you pour over ice cream. Wondering what he was up to, I watched as he went over and sat down on the edge of the table. Then he said, 'Diane, honey, pull up a chair and sit in front of me. That way you will be more comfortable when you suck, uh, when you fellate me. That's the proper term, you know. But I suppose you learned that in Sex Education.'
"'Yes, daddy,' I said in an obedient voice, taking a chair and placing it in front of him. I sat down and found that by leaning slightly forward in his direction I could easily slide my mouth over his erect peter and even play with his nuts at the same time-as daddy had suggested when we came down the stairs.
"I continued to play it very dumb, as if I had never sucked a cock before in my life.
"'How do I begin, daddy?' I asked. 'Is there any special way a wife sucks a husband's penis?'
"Hearing my question, dad's face lit up like a neon sign. 'Did your Sex Education teach you, I mean--did you learn about what wives do with the semen when they suck their husbands-when the man comes in their mouth?' He looked curiously at me.
"The wives spit out the semen, don't they, daddy?' At least I did when I fellated a date-nor had I feared anything about peter-sucking in school. But older girls, who were seniors, had, and they had told me that what the wife did with the come was simply not mentioned.
"Again in daddy's eyes there appeared that light of serious thought. 'Diane, honey, your mother ... she always swallows my com-my semen when she fellates me. It's always more pleasurable for me when she does that. Do you think you'd like to swallow it when I come?'
"No, I didn't think I would-but I said, 'If you want me to, daddy,' I knew what would happen and how to prevent it. At the moment of orgasm, he would attempt to ram his peter down my throat, an effort that would not succeed, not if I used the same method I always used with my dates. All a girl had to do was clamp her teeth around the base of the head and hold firm, this preventing the cock from proceeding down her throat.
"Daddy was very excited, thinking I was going to swallow his goo-goo. I still wondered what he was going to do with that stupid can of chocolate syrup. I soon found out when he said, 'Well, honey, let's get started. I'll show you how to suck it. First I'll prepare my penis like I did for your mother on our wedding night.'
"Pulling back on the foreskin, he exposed the rose-pink head and slowly tilted the can of chocolate syrup, letting the dark gooey stream drip onto the head of his cock just enough to cover it and-as he said-'flavor' it. 'You can pretend you're eating chocolate candy when you suck it,' daddy said. 'And there won't be much come for you to swallow-only about a spoonful. It won't taste bad at all, dear. Why, you won't even taste the saltiness because of the chocolate. Yes, it will taste just like hot chocolate.'
"'Hot chocolate!' Yetch! He must have thought I was pretty stupid! Here I had wanted to suck on a plain peter and get the natural flavor, but instead I was getting a chocolate-covered lollipop! Oh sure, I knew why! Not knowing that I had sucked peters before and afraid that I might not like the taste this first time I went down on him, daddy had decided to 'break me in' by disguising the natural flavor. I had no choice. I had to go along with his icky idea, or else tell him that I was already familiar with the taste of cock and come. And I could hardly do that, not unless I wanted to destroy my Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes act and blow my act of innocence right out the window!
"A chocolate-covered cock-yuuch! Oh well, damn it! I figured might as well begin and get it over with and, after daddy said, 'Just let the head slip into your mouth,' I took the base of his prick in one hand and felt of his nuts with the other. Leaning over, I permitted the chocolate-covered head of daddy's prick to slip into my mouth. The sensation was odd to say the least ... not so much from the feeling of the soft-head-flesh in my mouth, but from the taste of the chocolate-plus the knowledge that the chocolate was oh daddy's peter! And I never got ga-ga over the stupid taste of chocolate. I prefer strawberry.
"I sucked as hard as I could, at the same time following daddy's instructions to work my tongue around the head as I sucked-'Just move it along,' he said. Dad had his comsie in a few minutes--and it was certainly more than a spoonful! More like a cupful! And you guessed it! As his come started to spurt into my mouth, he grabbed my head and tried to fuck my throat, but I clamped down hard with my teeth, and that was that. Nor did I swallow his goo, which was mixed with chocolate. Imagine that if you can-chocolate-flavored come.
"'Ohhhhh, t-that was good,' daddy said. 'But aren't you going to swallow it?'
"I got up, went over to the sink, and spit out his come. Then I rinsed out my mouth with water. Daddy sat watching me, somewhat crestfallen, and after I finished gargling, I said, 'I didn't like the taste of the chocolate.' I hoped he would take the hint and ask me to suck it 'bare* the next time. I knew there would be a next time. Mom and Bob would be gone another six days.
"That ended our activities that first night, daddy not attempting to give me any more 'sex instruction.' Speaking for myself, it was a letdown for me. I had wanted daddy to fuck me, but he hadn't, and now that he had gotten me to suck him, his passion had ebbed for that day. Well, I told myself, there would be another day-like tomorrow!
"As we were leaving the kitchen, daddy said, 'One time your mother had me pour maple syrup over the head before she sucked it. We'll have to do it that way sometime.'
"I did not comment, my mind occupied with the tomorrow ...
"The next day I wore a very short pair of shorts and a skimpy halter, positive that my near nudity would excite daddy. I could tell that it did; yet he said nothing, did nothing. Frustrated, I could do nothing but prance around with the hots torturing me. By ten o'clock that night I had given up.
"Came time for bed, and daddy and I both undressed at the same time. No sooner had I put on my nightgown than daddy knocked softly at the door. Opening the door, I didn't give him a chance to carry on any excuse as to why he should 'instruct' me about what 'husbands' and 'wives' did to each other. I was thrilled that his conscience hadn't gotten the best of him, happy that this deep fear of mine hadn't become reality.
"'Do you want to tell me some more interesting things about marriage, daddy?' I asked, very innocently. 'I enjoy it when you show me what husbands and wives do.'
"'You do?' Daddy, dressed only in his shorts, looked surprised, then very pleased. Tm glad you do, Diane, because ... tonight I'm going to instruct you about sexual intercourse. Would you like that?' He unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. I noticed that he had a little round box in his hand- gold-colored.
"'Oh yes, daddy, I can hardly wait,' I said, taking off my nightgown. I pretended I didn't know what the box was and asked him what he had in his hand.
"'Uh-a box of rubbers,' he replied, a tinge of embarrassment crawling across his face. 'We can't take a chance of letting any of my semen get into your vagina,' He laughed oddly and began sliding a rubber over his stiff cock. 'And, Diane, I'm only doing this, giving you this sex instruction, to protect you from boys. If a girl has some experience she'll be wise to all their nasty little tricks.'
"It was hard for me to keep from laughing, but I pretended wide-eyed innocence. 'I know, daddy. You love me and want to protect me. I understand.'
"I was sitting, naked, on the side of the bed, and when he got close to me, I reached out and felt of his rubber-covered peter. 'Oh, Daddy, it's so hardddd! Do you think you can get that big thing into my little pussy?'
"'We don't have to worry about that,' daddy said. 'But I'm not going to fu-going to have intercourse with you. That wouldn't be proper. You must save your virginity for your future husband. I'm only going to show you the positions the man takes in intercourse. There are all sorts of positions, but the man on top of the woman is the most common. And remember, Diane. I'm only showing you this so that you'll be protected from nasty boys. That's my only reason. Here is what I want you to do ...'
"Hoping daddy wouldn't notice the disappointment in my eyes, I played the role of the obedient little girl anxious to please her father. Still, my mind was racing for a solution. I was determined to get daddy to fuck me-and tonight!
"As you may have guessed, I let dad take the initiative and complied willingly with his every request. He told me to get on the bed and lie on my back, and I quickly did so. Daddy placed a pillow under my behind and told me to open my legs as far as possible, saying that would give him plenty of room. Daddy said he would teach me the proper way to fuck-only he said the best way to enjoy a man's sex organ,' He also repeated that he was only doing this to protect me from 'nasty' boys. I suppose he kept saying that to overcome his guilt of our intimacies.
"Daddy crawled on the bed and got between my legs. 'Spread your legs a little more, Diane. Ahhh ... that's good. Now I'll be able to touch your little honey pot with the head of my penis ...'
" 'D-Do you like it?' he asked, his eyes bright, his voice excited. He began moving his peter back and forth, very slightly, across my cunt lips, looking down at my pussy all the while. Very slowly, then, he pushed in a portion of his peter, just enough to excite me, but quickly pulled it out, moving his hips backward with great speed and giving me that crap about how a girl must 'guard' her virginity for her husband. Yech! He did this for several long minutes, pushing in the head, then pulling it out; he then paused and told me to look at the tip of his peter, holding it up for me to see. 'Remember,' he said in a low voice, there has to be some slack at the end to catch the semen. If the rubber's pulled tightly over the head, it might break while the man is fucking the woman-I mean, while he's having intercourse with her.'
"Daddy crawled over me again. Once more he requested me to spread my legs far enough for him to gain easy access to my pussy. He pushed in the big dome of his cock and began twisting it around in me, doing it very slowly.
"'You let me know immediately if you feel any pain,' he said nervously. 'I don't want to hurt you. You -you don't feel any pain, do you, dear?'
"I smiled. 'Your peter feels fine, daddys but why don't you push it in all the way and fuck me. I think I could take a big prick like yours.'
"He looked strangely at me and frowned. Wo,' he said, 'having sexual intercourse with me would not be proper'-and again he gave me that baloney about virginity and a future husband. 'And honey, don't say "fuck,"' he advised. 'You should always say "sexual intercourse/* Doesn't it feel good the way Fm doing it to you? The way I'm twisting the head in your little honey pot?'
"'It feels all right,' I said in a lazy manner, 'but it doesn't excite me very much.'
"Poor daddy! He sure tried, continuing to twist the head of his cock in my pussy, moving it around and around. 'Doesn't it feel real good?' he kept asking over and over, almost as if he were pleading for a positive response from me. Maybe it was cruel of me, but I lied and said I didn't feel anything. 'I just feel the head swishing around in me,' I said. I just lay there, although I was a volcano of desire. My lack of response worried daddy, and he said he could not understand what the difficulty was, remarking that under similar conditions my mother would have been frantic and would have cried out for him to push it all the way in and do it hard to her.
"'You mean, daddy, you tease mother like you're teasing me?' I asked, bluntly, not caring what he might think, realizing that if I felt he was teasing me, then I must be getting hot. But he didn't catch on. 'I simply can't understand why you're not all hot and bothered,' he muttered, looking worried.
"'It's probably because you haven't got all your peter in me,' I said fiercely, rubbing one foot against his leg. Tell me, daddy, do husbands always torture their wives like this, by only sticking the head of their cock in?'
"Pausing in his labors, daddy looked surprised. 'W-Why no, honey, of course not! I always put it in your mother right away, b-but-but, in your case, I must think of your cherry-I mean your virginity.' Reaching down, he began squeezing one of my tits. 'And you used the word "torture"! Do you mean by that you're becoming excited?'
"I could stand the anxiety no longer. 'Daddy, fuck me,' I panted. 'You've come this far. Since you've got the head in, you might as well give me the rest of your peter.
"Poor daddy. He didn't know what to do. You've never seen a man argue with himself so much. Well, I'd just have to make up his mind for him; I didn't intend to be cheated out of a good fucking!
"Opening my arms wide to him, indicating that I wanted him to lie down on me all the way, I snaked my legs around his buttocks. 'Do it to me, daddy! Give me a man-sized fucking. Fuck me like you do mother. I know you want to-tell me you do!'
"The poor dear simply could resist no longer. 'Yes, YES!' he cried. 'I want to screw you forever!' With a wild look on his sweat-glistening face, he began to shove the remainder of his prick into me. Gasping with delight, I shivered as the tough pillar of flesh forced its way into my vagina. Ahhhhh, it was so good ... Daddy grunted and groaned while I pinched his prick with my stretched labia.
"Daddy was supporting himself with his hands on either side of me, and now he bent even closer to me, his face only a foot or so above my own. He looked like a calf on its way to heaven, his face very red, his expression very strained, but he still kept moving in and out of me, giving me a slow, firm screw.
" 'Y-You-like-it?' he choked. 'You like-t-the- way-I'm-d-doing it?'
"'It's fine, daddy darling,' I answered hoarsely, moving my hips faster and with more force. 'I-like the way y-you fuck me,' I embraced him firmly, with naked passion, and we both gave up the sham and pretense. Daddy began fucking me with sharp hard thrusts, increasing his speed, and I made my own fanny move in time with his. That's the secret of good fucking-proper synchronization.
"Daddy relaxed his body completely on mine, his hands sliding under my rear end, his fingers like claws on my two hot cheeks.
"'Ohhhh-n-now-you've got the-r-right idea, daddy. I-I-like it that way.'
"'You're a-a good girl, Diane-a-and-and dear ... y-you must not-tell anyone about my f-fucking you ...'
" 'I-w-won't, d-daddy-OHHH! Your c-cock's so good!'
"'And-you've a n-nice tight c-cunt.'
"'F-Faster, daddy, f-faster,' I whispered. 'An'-an' give it t-to me h-hard.'
"Daddy lost all inhibition and so did I. No longer were we father and daughter, only male and female. 'Yes, YES! I w-will!' he sobbed passionately.
"'Y-You-you enjoying i-it, daddy?' I asked him bluntly.
"'Yes, YES! Now be-be quiet. I-I-'
"'I'll come soon, daddy. Push faster. I want you to come with me.'
'"I will. Shut u-up!'
"Faster and faster and harder and harder raced my daddy's prick. Then I got a subtle surprise. Becoming lost in his violent passion, his mind forgetting whom he was fucking, daddy began muttering mother's name, calling out to 'her' his comments about their' fucking. 'Ohhhh, Martha ... t-this is g-good! That's it, b-baby, move that beautiful butt of y-yours-give it-t-to me good ...' (I began wondering if mother was a better piece of ass than I! Probably. After all, she had more experience at fucking than I.) 'Ahhhh, baby-I'm going to-to-shoot a tubful of c-come in you. Ahhhh, h-here it i-is! I-ohohohohohoh.
"I hugged daddy tightly as he pulled like a madman on my buttocks, unconsciously trying to force more of his prick into my vagina-an impossibility, since he was in me up to his balls! I bombed off. While my come rocked me, I cried out and clawed at my daddy's back. A terrific orgasm that made the room dance and swirl around me ...
"Sitting on the edge of the bed, I dried off my cunt, my thoughts occupied with what daddy had said about 'protecting* me from boys. Ha! Some excuse for getting a piece of ass! Well, a lay was a lay, and daddy's cock was as good as any. I smiled. No, it was better than some that had poked me.
"I noticed then that he appeared to be worried over something. He looked sort of silly, but, at the same time, kind of ridiculous as he paced back and forth. Abruptly he stopped and stared at me, saying in a choked voice, 'My God, Diane! Do you realize what I've done? Oh, my God! I've-I've been intimate with my very own child! Forgive me, Diane. Forgive me ... ' Shaking his head, he looked down at the floor.
"I was astonished-struck dumb-stupid, you might say. Right away, I also began to worry. Daddy had never been a religious man. He and mother did send and my little brother to Sunday school now and -more for a show to the neighbors than for any other reason, I thought-but no one could call us a religious family. But you know how square fathers can be, and daddy was a big cube all right. I don't know. No matter the reason for his yuchy attitude, I didn't like it. I began to feel very uncomfortable, not having counted on his having regrets or an attack of con science. Suppose he blabbed the whole story to mother?
"I blurted out, 'But it was a good fuck, daddy! I enjoyed it, and so did you!'
"I wanted to bite off my tongue, because I suddenly realized that I had said the wrong thing.
"'You don't understand?' daddy almost shouted, his face getting very red. 'You're too young to understand. God damn! Didn't they tell you about-about incest?' He acted as if he were ashamed to say the word, 'In your sex education classes? Incest-why it's even a crime! I-I could go to jail-and if your mother ever found out! Oh, my God ... '
"Now I knew what to say! "But no one will ever know, daddy. I'll never tell, and I know you won't.'
"Daddy said nothing, and I felt it would be useless to try to reason with him, common sense telling me that at this point it would be best if I did something to divert his mind from the 'crime' of incest.
"Getting up from the bed, I went over to the dresser and climbed up on it, sitting close to the edge and opening my thighs. Either my idea would work or it wouldn't!
"'Daddy, I'm all worked up again,' I said in a sexy voice, 'Why don't you come over here and suck me off? Please! I'm burning up. You can sit on a chair and do it to me.'
"Daddy stared at me, trying to keep his eyes from my cunt. Ha! The poor dear didn't succeed. He took several steps toward me, stopped, and gawked some more at my dripping pussy. Becoming genuinely excited-it doesn't take much to make me want to fuck!--I pulled my cunt lips apart, revealing to his hot gaze the crimson interior. To emphasize my desire, I wriggled my fanny on the dresser top.
"'Come on, suck it, daddy,' I teased. 'It's all ready for you. Come on over and put your wonderful tongue in my baby-making machine ... '
"His desire was far stronger than his conscience, and like a bull that had just been shot in the butt with an extra charge of Spanish fly, he rushed over to me, his cock hardening on the way! Trembling, he placed a chair between my dangling legs and was preparing to sit down when I suggested that he first mouth my titties. 'You can consider my boobies a sort of appetizer, daddy.' I laughed. 'A sort of prelude to the main banquet ... '
" 'You nasty girl, you!' daddy said, giggling like a nut. Instantly his mouth went to my titties. He began to suck my nipples, first one, then the other, licking them with his fat, practiced tongue. After he had done that for several minutes, he inquired, 'Would you like it if I slept with you all night? That way we-we could have relations anytime we wanted to ... '
"'Yes, daddy,' I said, pleased that I had not had to make the suggestion. Td love that. Now eat my box; you always do it so well ... '
"Daddy sat down on the chair and placed my legs over his shoulders so that I had to lean back and support myself on my elbows in a reclining position. Without any further preliminaries, he brought his mouth to the lips of my hot box and expertly sliced his tongue into my boiling little gash. It was a very delightful sensation, and involuntarily I began to twist my ass; my cunt also began to twitch as his tongue began exploring the slick wet walls of my vagina. Daddy-believe me! He really knew how to suck cunt.
" 'Are you enjoying the way I'm doing it to you?' daddy mumbled. He raised his head and carefully pulled a hair from his mouth. I thought he looked cute.
"'Sure I am,' I replied affectionately-'I like your tongue in me almost as much as I enjoy your peter. Hurry up, daddy. Make me come. Just pretend you're eating mother. Try to suck the very life out of me. Try to suck my cunt inside out!'
"I wanted daddy to continue, not only because I was now genuinely excited, but because I wanted to keep his thoughts away from incest. I was counting heavily on his lust and on my charms to keep him going for the rest of the week, before mother and my little brother came home. After that ... well, I hadn't made up my mind.
"Daddy dear began to suck me at a more rapid pace, one that immersed me in the most voluptuous mood I'd ever known. His rapidly darting tongue seemed to control my very nervous system, and I began to feel light-headed from the sensations I was feeling. Without the least bit of shame, I conveyed my sexual feelings to him.
"Daddy's eyes shot upward, and he mumbled through my cunt hair, 'Others have-you've let your dates go down on you?'
" 'Uh-huh-b-but-none of them were-a-as good as you, daddy.'
"Without answering, daddy pushed his tongue deeper into my cunt, and suddenly I had the sensation of being fucked by a new kind of prick-a big stiff tongue! Now I was going out of my mind, getting ready to explode, and I kept crying out and talking-all at the same time.'OHhhhhhh d-daddy-I'm-going-ape! I-I I'm-c-cominggggq. Ok, daddy! DADIEEEEEEE! OH-fu-ck-m-me with your tongue! Don't-s-stop. Don't ever stop! Oh-ohhhhh. EAT IT! EAT ME!'
"With great force I grabbed his head, yanking him into me by his hair. At the same time, with a quick motion, I flung my legs around him, mashing his mouth into my pussy, and yelling, 'T-That's it. Mover dad-diee! AHHHH-drink it-drink from my-my honey pot! That's the-way! AHHhhhhhhhhh.
"After he had finished sucking me off, I thought daddy might have another attack of conscience, but he merely murmured, Tm tired, honey-iamb. Let's go to bed.'
"We drifted off to sleep, naked, in each other's arms.
"It was after ten the next morning when we awoke. I saw at once that daddy had an enormous hard on, and I put my fingers around the stiff thing. 'Daddy, we've got to do something about making it soft, don't we?'
"Yes. Let's-let's fuck!' daddy said huskily.
"'Let me suck it first, daddy,' I said, giving his cock another squeeze. 'And open your legs so I can play with your balls. Oh my! It's so wonderfully hard.'
"Dad became very excited. 'Hurry up. I-I want to come. I want to come so bad I've got the aches-and this time, honey, will you-ewallow it?'
"Moving my body toward the center of the bed, I got into a position that put my mouth directly above daddy's peter. For a minute or so I stroked the long shaft and fondled his hairy balls, my gaze fastened on the tiny pee-mouth in the soft head. Gently I pushed back on his prick, pressing it to his belly, and began raining soft kisses on the underside; I also let my tongue slide out and teasingly flick the length of the pale blue vein that ran from top of nuts to base of head-ahhhh, how daddy loved that!
"'Do I do it as well as mother?' I asked softly.
"Daddy sighed. 'Better.
"He grunted slightly as I straightened his cock and prepared to go down on it. A tiny drop of clear fluid had seeped through the pee-mouth and tenderly I licked it off, not caring what daddy might think of my expertness. Anyhow, he was too worked up to dwell on the source of my experience-and I was too hot to give a damn! Daddy sighed in pure contentment, grunted again, anxious for me to mouth his prick. I slid my mouth over the head, then plunged down, engulfing the entire cock. I tightened my lips around the root and began a steady up and down motion, but taking only the head and letting my teeth scrape it ever so slightly as I worked it in and out of my mouth. And constantly I kept my tongue in motion.
"Faster and harder I sucked daddy, and he became more excited with each second. He squirmed on the bed and held on to my arms with his big hands. Daddy shook and shivered, gasped and choked, and I sucked and sucked. My efforts finally paid off. 'G-Get-ready -f-for-it!' he cried out. 'I'm-I'm-ohhhh-d-drink it all, D-Diane bab-yyyy! Drink m-my c-come!'
"Like a warm tropical river that had burst its banks after a raging flood, daddy's sweet come cascaded into my mouth, leaping in dedicated spurts, a thick mush, its taste reminding me of sour cream. There was so much of it that I had some difficulty swallowing. Even so, some of it ran from my mouth and began sliding down his peter. I continued to suck, however, savoring the sensation from daddy's peter as it began to fall back into softness. Ahhhhh, I sucked out the last few drops and began rolling the mushroomlike head between my teeth while daddy's prick drew back into itself, getting smaller and smaller. I never let up, working more and more of his cock into my mouth and sucking all the while. Gradually daddy's peter began to swell once more, and only then, after it was fully erect, did I let it flop from my mouth.
"'Now we can have a good fuck daddy,' I said joyfully. 'But don't move; I'll mount you. I like it that way.'
"Daddy stared at me in surprise, his mouth actually falling open when I crawled over him in a reverse position, one that left him staring at my back and me on my knees above him, with the head of his cock barely touching the crack between my cheeks.
"'Diane-w-what are you going to d-do?' daddy asked, perplexed. 'Try to get it in your asshole? I don't think-'
"'I don't either, daddy,' I said giggling. 'Not that big prick of yours. You just hold your prick straight while I force it in my cunt. I want to sit on it.'
"Daddy followed my instructions and I eased myself back a little, then lowered myself on his prick, spearing it into my vagina. Leaning forward and placing my hands flat on daddy's legs, I began to twist and half rotate my fanny, almost sobbing in lustful pleasure from the cock working in me. Almost instantly I had a climax. I shook over and bounced my butt on the cock, lubricating it with my fluids. Ahhh, now was the time! I spun myself fiercely on daddy's cock, executing a full turn that brought me face to face with my daddy-lover.
"He gave a terrific gasp of surprise-pleasure and reached for my tits with both hands when I leaned over him and began working my hips with furious speed.
"'Let-me-know when-you're ready to c-conte, daddy, and I'll c-conie with you!' I cried. 'You-y-you enjoying it, with me on top, fucking you? It's real groovy, isn't it?'
"'Y-Yesss-it's-it's horny as hell ... y-your special way of f-fucking. The way you pull off my cock almost all the way and-and then ram y-your cunt over it with those sharp thrusts.'
" 'B-Be-q-quiet. I'm about to-c-come,' I gasped. 'And-d-daddy. I want you to f-fuck and suck me every day before mother comes home. P-Promise me you will.'
" 'Y-Yes--I-every day. Ahhh, D-Diane ... Now ... NOW! NOWwwwwowowowow!'
"Mother found out about me and daddy. Several weeks after she came home from her visit, she and daddy were making love, and he cried out my name during his coming. You know what happened. Mother got to questioning daddy and, his conscience getting the best of him, he broke down and told her the truth. The entire story about him and me. Mother didn't call the fuzz because she didn't want any scandal. Uh-huh! What would her dear club members think! But, as you know, mother thinks there's something wrong with me; that's why I'm here. Personally, I don't see anything wrong with a girl's fucking her father. Since I'm part of him, since he's my father, it's sort of like fucking yourself-isn't it?"
We see the force of the superego at work in the latter portion of this case study, weaving its strong threads throughout Mr. W---'s consciousness. Of him, we can say only that while he was not perverted, he was weak -as are all fathers who succumb to adolescent sex traps. Such men are to be pitied more than condemned.
Diane herself exhibits extreme amorality, due to her almost nonexistent superego, this frigidity of conscience placing her well within the framework of a paraphilia, even though she is well-oriented and exhibits no guilt-and that is precisely why Diane needs the help of a psychiatrist.
Whereas the sexual neurotic is not conscious of his (or her) abnormality, the paraphiliac is all too well aware of his diversion from the norm in regard to sexual expression, although it concerns him not a bit. Diane W--- is a good example, for hers is a compulsive sex drive and she is obsessed with it, determined to succeed in her goal at all costs.
Diane's prognosis has to be dark. She is on the verge of being a sexual psychopath.
CHAPTER FIVE - Harriet and Her Uncle
"We moved from Arkansas to Chicago when I was about eleven. This was in 1968, and paw figured he could do better in Chicago and get himself a job in one of them big factories. But he never did.
"We was what people call "hillbillies,' and moved into that section of Chicage that is still a haven for people from the South-what is known as 'Uptown.' It's an area that's bounded by Lawrence and Irving Park, and by Clark Street and the lake, but I guess you ain't interested in that.
"I got to tell you that my parents wasn't very ambitious. I guess maw might have been different ifen pop hadn't been so shiftless. But pop, he was lazy, and I can't ever remember him taking any kind of steady job. He'd work a week, then quit, 'cause he was 'down in his back,' That's what he always said. I suppose pop, he didn't care none. But it was different with maw. She was the strong one in the family. An' she had a talent-for either shouting orders at pop or criticizing him. I don't know who was at fault. But I gotta admit that pop weren't much of a man. All he thought about was drinking beer and sweet Lucy-you know, that's the kind of wine that only costs forty cents a pint. But maw had another talent, too-a talent for fucking. My maw she sure liked to screw.
"I remember one night-I guess I was about twelve at the time. I'd always lay in bed and listen to them arguing, a-wishin' I was dead and in heaven and that they'd kill each other. I heard my maw shout in that loud voice of hers, 'Why you can't even fuck like most men!' They always thought I was sound asleep, but I weren't.
"Now you take pop-most of the time he drank. On weekends he drank constantly; yet it seemed to me that maw didn't mind his guzzling on Saturday. You see, while pop would stay home and drink, maw would leave the house-on Saturday afternoons. She would say, Tm going on down to The R--. Harriet kin git your supper.'
"'Well, make sure you git some money out of them whoremasters,' pop would say in a tired voice and open another can of Blue Label.
"Pop's words would really set maw off. She would glare at him and scream, 'You goddamn cocksucker! Someone has to bring some money in!* Then she would storm from the apartment. I was only twelve at the time, but I weren't stupid. No kid remains a dummy for long in Hillbilly Haven. I knew it. I knew what maw was. She was a whore.
"Many hours later, when it was dark, maw would come home with some man-always a different man. She would first tiptoe into my room to make sure I was asleep, and I'd always pretend to be. Then she would sneak back to the crummy living room and drink some more with the man she had brung home. She knew she didn't have to worry about pop, because he was always passed out in the bedroom by the time she got home. She should have worried about me! Right off, I'd get out of bed, open my door slightly, and watch my mommy and the man-see them do things to each other's bodies. Maw, she and the man would git naked and play with each other. The man would yank on maw's tits and suck them and do other things. Me, I'd kneel there by the door and watch and finger my twat.
"I didn't like it when maw would begin playing with a man's peter. Maw, she always did that. She'd move her hand up and down on a man's cock and he'd get a hard on; then, laughing, maw, she'd get down between the man's legs, and suck his prick.
"I remember one Saturday night when I was thirteen and maw, she brought home a goddamn Nigger. I know we is supposed to say 'black* people, but we always called 'em Niggers. Maw she brought home a Nigger named Lincoln B---. He was a big husky coon, a young stud, I guess maybe about twenty years old. And I heard him say he worked at a liquor store, over on K--.
"Right off, maw and him got naked, and maw, she began rubbing her cunt, which was covered by a lot of thick, blonde hair. And Lincoln! He had a peter as big as a pony's! Maw, she said, 'You got to pay me first. Ten bucks an' I'll give you a good fuck,' She leaned back on the old green couch and began playing with her nipples.
"Lincoln, he began pulling on his prick. 'Ah wanna suck it, too,' he drawled. 'An' I want that you should blow me, too.'
"Maw, she said, 'I ain't no whore. I ain't that kind of woman to blow a peter. But I will-for another ten spot.'
"Lincoln, he didn't like that none. He said, 'Now, woman, you know I ain't got no twenty dollahs. I done spent seben bucks fer them drinks we had, and I gotta have a couple of bucks fo' mah wine tomorraw. Ah only got a ten-spot and a fiver an' some change,' He stood there like a black statue, his black prick as hard as ice.
"'Well, gimme what you got,' Maw said, 'an' I'll suck an' fuck you for fifteen. But you suck me first-un-derstan'!' She held out her hand, and Lincoln, he gave it to her.
"Suddenly Lincoln Looked frightened.-'Yo' sure ya old man ain't gonna bust in heah?' he asked.
"'Hell no,' maw said with a laugh. 'He's dead to the world. 'Sides, he wouldn't care ifen I fucked a horse, an' considerin' the prick you got, I might as well be,' She added, 'Now you git yourself over here and suck my pussy-ya hear?'
"Maw, she sure enjoyed having her cunt sucked. I watched, all the while fingering my own pussy and hating her and that Nigger and my no-good, drunken father. Maw spread her pretty long legs, and Lincoln, he gits to his knees on the rug and begins to suck her, making all kinds of slurping noises. Maw, she curled her legs around his neck and pressed on his fuzzy head with her hands, pulling his mouth into her big red gash.
"'Well, good Lord, Lincoln B--!' maw suddenly gasped out. 'Where'd you learn to eat pussy so good? There, boy! That's the way to do it, boy. An' you all lick my asshole, too. You git that big red tongue of yourn in my shithole-ya'all hear?'
"Lincoln kept right on lunching on my mother's pussy, sucking her as if his life depended on it, making her sweat and shake, forcing maw to finally start jerkin' like a puppet and lock his head even more firmly to her cunt hole.
" 'OHHHH, L-Lincolnnnn!' Maw cried out all at once. 'I-I-I-l'M-C-C-COMINGGGGGGGGGG!'
"Maw held Lincoln to her cunt until she stopped shaking. She then leaned back, her eyes half closed. Still on his knees, Lincoln, he looked up at her, his lips wet and dripping with come juice. 'I done ya good, huh?' he asked. 'Ah want yo to suck me now.'
"Maw nodded, a dreamy nutty look in her eyes. Lincoln, he got to his feet. 'Yo' want me to sit down?' he asked.
"Maw moved to the edge of the couch. 'No, I don't wanna kneel. You jes stand in front of me, an' I'll blow ya that way. Good God! What a cock you got!'
"Taking Lincoln's big prick in her hand, maw skinned back the head and looked at it. It was certainly the biggest prick I ever seen, and I seen almost all the pricks of the men maw brought home. I guess, Lincoln's prick, it was almost a foot long. Maw, she then sucked Lincoln's pecker. With one hand resting on Lincoln's nuts, maw took the big red knob into her mouth. She began to move her mouth up and down on his peter, going up and down on it real slow, so that, at one moment, only the head was in her mouth, while a few seconds later, four or five inches of cock would be in her mouth. I could see too that maw, she was running her tongue all over his cock.
"Lincoln, he stood there grinning down at maw, watching his big black prick move in and out of her mouth. He put his flat hands on her head and tried to pull her mouth onto his big rod even more. His hips began to shake and shimmy and his mouth began opening and closing like some kind of trap.
"I guess maw realized that Lincoln was about to have a come 'cause she dropped his peter from her mouth and said, 'I'm goin' to make you come now. Don't move and don't try to fuck me in the mouth-un-derstan'? You let me do it all,' She looked up at him and grinned. I'll make you come a pint!'
"Lincoln grinned back at her, he did. 'Ah sure wanna do that,' he said.
"Maw took the stud's cock-head into her mouth once more. Only this time she did not move her mouth up and down and over it. She merely held the knob in her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could. I knew she was puttin' all she had into it 'cause I could see her cheeks moving in and out real fast. And she squeezed his nuts as she sucked him. Then Lincoln got his nuts off. 'AHHHHHH!' he cried out. 'AH'sssss c-blowin'off!'
"Lincoln, he shot a stream of come that bounced around in maw's mouth. And I could see maw swallowing as fast as she could; even so, he had a lot and some of it ran out of her mouth and dripped on the rug.
" 'Yo' sure done me a good' un,' Lincoln said, showing all his ivories.
"Smiling, as if pleased with herself, maw took his wet prick in her hand and began to jack him. Then Lincoln, he said, grinning all over the place, 'Ah hope yore ass is as good.'
"'You'll find out in jes' a moment, black boy,' maw giggled. 'I jes' hope you don't wreck me with it!'
"'Goddamn it, woman! I ain't no boy!' Lincoln said. 'Ah's twenty-two years old!'
"In a moment or so Lincoln's cock, it got as hard as ice and maw spread out for him on the couch. Crawling between her legs, his black body shiny with sweat, Lincoln, he began shoving his peter into maw's cunt. The big red head parted her cunt lips and slowly vanished within her. Maw, she began to breathe kind of funny, and her big white tits began rising and fallin' real fast. Maw, she put her arms around Lincoln's neck. His lips was very close to hers, and she grinned, and he grinned.
"'Go slow with that big peter of yours,' Maw whispered. 'You put that big thing in slow! You hear-UGG!'
"'Ah's-doin' it slow,' Lincoln grunted. Ifen ah do it any slower, ah'll be standin' still!'
"Slowly his thick black root vanished within maw until finally his tight nuts rested 'firmly against her ass, pressed almost flat against the white cheeks of her butt. Lincoln put his hands under her fanny, and maw, she cried, 'OH LINCOLN, BABY-You've got-it-all-in! It--feels-like-it's-it's-goin'-to-pop out of my mouth!'
"Lincoln shoved his finger up maw's asshole, and she wailed again. 'OHHH-LINCOLN! OHOHO!' Maw, she sure loved that big black cock of his!
"As he fucked maw and jacked off her asshole, Lincoln put his lips on her red mouth and kissed her. Maw tightened her arms around his neck, her body quivering all over as his pecker moved in and out of her like a big black arm. Raisin* his mouth from hers, Lincoln asked, 'Ifen I screw ya real good, will yuh suck it some more?' Then he said, 'Yuh got a tight pussy, a real tight'un.'
"Maw nodded her head and pulled his mouth back down to hers. I went back to bed and played with my twat some more ... I played with my twat a lot ...
"I guess I must have watched maw carry on with men for almost two years, maybe a little longer, at least until I got to screwin' around with her and Uncle Elmo. I haven't told you about him yet, have I? I'll do that now.
"Uncle Elmo was paw's younger brother, about ten years younger than my old man, which made him about thirty, I suppose, and five or six years younger than maw. What happened, he lost his job at the sawmill, in Centerville, and come north to the big city to live with us. Paw didn't like that at all, but Uncle Elmo, he just walked in one day and maw said he could stay. There weren't nothing paw could do about it because maw was the boss. She ruled the roost.
"I liked Uncle Elmo, for he was good-lookin' and was always nice to me. Every Friday, the day that he cashed his paycheck, he always brought me a little gift. He always made me feel real good. And he wasn't lazy like paw was. Right off, Uncle Elmo, he got himself a job working in a plant, and he kept it, going to work every day, except Saturdays and Sundays. He was still working there when the police came and locked him and me and maw up.
"There was another reason for me liking 'Uncle Elmo: he always diddled maw in crazy positions, like putting her on a table and doin' it to her, or dickin' her dog-fashion, or having her get on top of him! And sometimes he sat down on a chair and, facing him, she'd sit down on his prick, and they'd fuck in that dumb position.
"I liked Uncle Elmo and told myself that some day -and soon-I was going to get him to fuck me, and get him to do it the way maw got him to do it to her-prancin' around the room and sitting with my dress hiked up to my ass and my legs wide open so that he could see my pussy.
"You see, by the time Uncle Elmo came to live with us, I had lost my cherry. A kid at school had gotten into my pants and dicked me, and I had been screwed several times since, like maybe, oh, three or four dozen times. Even pop tried to get in my pants, but I threatened to tell maw if he didn't leave me alone-and when I told him that, you'd have thought my cunt had the black plague or something! I wanted Uncle Elmo to screw me on account that he had a big peter. I knew that the bigger the cock, the more pleasure a girl could get from it. I knew that from the boys at school who had stuck it to me.
"You take Johnnie-he had a small dick, and it didn't feel half as good as LeRoy's, whose was much bigger! Roger's cock felt even better in me-and his was larger than LeRoy's but smaller than Wayne's! And Wayne's cock felt best of all!
"Uncle Elmo well, he had a peter twice the size of Wayne's; so I reasoned that Uncle Elmo's had to be the best of all. The trouble was, how was I going to get him to fuck me, with maw always hanging on him like she was?
"The way him and maw began fiddling around with each other-I mean him getting in her pants and all ... Well, Uncle Elmo hadn't been living with us a week before maw began gettin' the hots for him, I could tell by the way she gawked at him and from the way she was always shaking her boobs in his face, I knew, too, because maw began staying home on Saturdays. It was the second Saturday that she stayed home that pop blew a gasket. Pop said that she should get her butt out and get some money, and Elmo told him to leave her alone. Mom yelled at paw that if he was any kind of a man he'd go out and get a job and she wouldn't have to hustle, and paw, he said that he couldn't work 'cause he was down in his back. Maw said that didn't stop him from bending his elbow with a beer can. Well, pop was pretty juiced up and lost his temper. He tried to punch maw in the mouth! He shouldn't have tried to do that. Pop missed, and maw picked up a dirty plate half full of bread and gravy and brained him one, putting him down to his knees. Pop got up and then Uncle Elmo hit him a good'un and knocked pop down again. Well, pop finally got some sense, and this time he didn't get up.
"The upshot of the whole business was that maw kicked pop out of the house, and I ain't laid eyes on him since. I heard since that he was living down on skid row.
"After pop got kicked out, Uncle Elmo moved right into maw's bedroom and they made no bones about living together. Maw, she quit her hustling, not having to go out and pick up men anymore since .Uncle Elmo was paying all the bills. He sure made good money out there at the plant. Of course, I didn't get to see them, screw anymore, not that they weren't going at it on the living-room couch, like they did it before maw kicked pop out. Why, about the third night after Uncle Elmo arrived, maw, she got pop good and drunk and then she and Uncle Elmo had themselves a good screw-with pop snoring away in the bedroom and me watching from my bedroom.
"I couldn't see into maw and Elmo's bedroom much, but I could hear them through the wall that separated their bedroom from mine. They went out a lot at night, too-drinking and carrying on. I didn't mind that either as it gave me a chance to slink around the neighborhood and peep into windows, in my search to find men and women doing it to each other. And, boy-oh-boy -the things I seen!
"It was an accident the way I walked in on maw and Uncle Elmo. I hadn't had my polio shot, and when one of the kids at school came down with it, all us kids who hadn't received a shot was sent home. I usually didn't get home from school until about four-thirty. That's, because we got bussed clean across town.
"That day I got home about lunchtime. Naturally maw and Uncle Elmo wasn't expecting me home so early. Uncle Elmo wasn't working for some reason or another that day-and like I always did, I just walked on in. That's when I heard a lot of moaning and groaning coming out of maw's bedroom. I guess I should have knowed what was going on, but-I don't know! Maybe I wanted to catch them and just pretend that I had come up on them accident!}*. Anyhow, I walked right on in the bedroom, ai pretty as you please. Maw and Uncle Elmo was screwing up a storm. I stood there grinning, taking in every motion and movement.
"Maw screamed out something when she saw me, and pushed at Uncle Elmo, trying to get him off her. She also tried to pull a sheet over her body. Uncle Elmo rolled off the bed, onto the floor. Then maw jumped off the bed, as if seeing me reminded her of the devil. Uncle Elmo, he just sat there and looked stupid.
"'You git out of here! YOU GIT OUT OF HERE-HEAR ME!' maw screeched at me.
"Maw was mad and I was leaving, when Uncle Elmo said, 'Aw hell, Eva, let the kid stay. She's old enough. 'Sides, she's probably had a few pricks in her by now.'
"I hesitated, somehow knowing that I was going to have a lot of fun. Uncle Elmo got up from the side of the bed, and. I saw that his wet cock was big and hard. It wobbled all over the place as he sat down on the bed.
" 'You mean you want her in here while we screw?' maw asked in surprise.
"Well, Uncle Elmo had a way with maw. I guess he could have got her to commit suicide if he had wanted to. He finally convinced her that it would be a good thing for me to stay and watch them make love. He said it would give me 'experience,' Maw said that it would be embarrassing for her to fuck in front of me. Then Uncle Elmo said that she would get used to it. Maw, she said no, that she wasn't going to let me stay watch-and she told Uncle Elmo to cover up his cock because I was staring at it. Then Uncle Elmo, he said to maw that if she didn't let me stay, he would put on his clothes, pack up, move out, and never come back. Well, maw was an old slut, but she wasn't stupid. Not only was Uncle Elmo good fucking, but maw knew too that if he up and took off, she'd have to get a job or go on welfare. And she didn't want no part of welfare. Them welfare people are always sticking in their noses and checking up.
"Uncle Elmo's threat brought maw around to his way of thinking and she let me stay.
"'Wellll, all right,' maw said. 'I reckon she can stay and watch.'
"Then Uncle Elmo said to me, 'Harriet baby, you take off your clothes.'
"Now, honey-dove, you ain't gonna fuck her!' maw said anxiously, letting the sheet fall from her tits. 'It wouldn't be decent for you ta dick her. 'Sides, you might knock her up. Then where'd we be with her having a young'un?'
"I began stripping off my duds. I wanted unc to see me naked.
"'Hell, the kid's got a cunt, ain't she?' unc, he says to maw. 'A little lovin' won't hurt her none. Hell, I ain't gonna hurt her none. Anyhow, like the doc down home said, I'm sterile. So how can I knock her up?'
"'Yeah?' maw said, looking at him suspiciously. "Then how come you was using rubbers on Mrs. H-- downstairs when you was dickin' her-an' don't tell me you ain't never got in her pants. I seen how she look at you on the stairs.'
"'Aw, honey-babe,' unc said, 'Mavis, she didn't believe I was sterile, an' she made me use rubs on her. She didn't believe I couldn't knock her up. 'Sides, I ain't looked at her since me and you started fuckin' around.'
"Maw started to say something, but Uncle Elmo began fingering her big blonde cunt and a-slobberin' on her boobs, and that made her forget all about rubbers! She had found them in his pocket. I know, 'cause I seen her take them out.
"Maw, she began to moan and make all kinds of crazy fuck expressions, and I sat on the bed, playing with my pussy and watching them, getting hotter by the minute. I kept my eyes on unc's cock, which fascinated me. Up close, it looked bigger than ever. I had the urge to put my hand on the hot meat and squeeze it. I also wanted it in my own cunt, though the thought of having that big thing in me was kind of frightening.
"Maw, she finally popped off, and I wondered why it had taken her so long, since unc had really been racing his finger in her cunt. Uncle Elmo stopped sucking on her titties and told her to get spread out on the bed. I'm a-gonna screw you,' he said.
"The way they done went at it! You ain't never heard so much carryings on in your life! It's a wonder the bed didn't fall apart! Maw, what she done, she wrapped her legs around him and began moving her butt up and down, while he rammed his cock in and out of her. Honestly, at the time I thought my mother was half nuts, the way she cried and carried on. 'OOHHH! ooohhh!' she yelled. 'OH MY LOVE DADDY! MY SWEET BUMPKINS-FUCKKKKK-MEEEEEEE! SCREW ME TO DEATH! Drill a hole in my cunt with -with your prickkkkkk!'
"I sat on the bed, fascinated, my mouth open, and jacked my self.
" 'Am I-I giving it to you all right, baby?' Uncle Elmo sobbed.
"They both began popping off-and so did I! I had a real good come-so good that I almost cried out myself!
"Then Uncle Elmo got the bright idea that maw, she should suck his prick-right there in front of me. She didn't like the idea at all, saying it was a nasty thing to do. 'What will the child think of me, Elmo?' she asked.
"I wanted to laugh, knowing that if I ever told her what I really thought of her, she'd break every tooth in my head!
"'Aw come on, Eva, blow me!' Elmo insisted, shaking his big jock at maw. 'You know you want to. Hell-fire, you always do ... '
"'Sure, maw,' I said with a laugh, 'go ahead and blow him.'
"Maw finally agreed, saying that since I had seen them fucking, I might as well see them doing everything else. I thought that made pretty good sense.
"Uncle Elmo sat on the edge of the bed, and maw got down on her knees between his skinny legs. He was tail and thin and had a lot of black hair on his legs and belly and chest. I sat next to him, looking down at maw, watching. Maw took his limp peter and put the head in her mouth, making loud sucking noises. Reaching down, he began pulling on her tits. I guess that got her hot while she blew him. Well, maw, she certainly knew how to eat a peter, and soon Elmo's cock was as hard as ice-and as big and round as a buck-and-a-half piece of Polish sausage.
"Uncle Elmo, he took one of his hands away from maw and put his arm over my shoulder. Then he began playing with my tits, making my nipples as hard as ice. Maw, she just kept right on sucking away, but in spite of her action, she didn't make Uncle Elmo come. I guess it was too soon after a fuck for him to build up a charge.
"After a time, unc told maw he'd had enough, and for her to sit on the bed in order that he might eat her. That's what he did, too-sucked her pussy for a long time. Then Uncle Elmo got up, felt of his prick, and said he was going to fuck maw between her big boobs-and she asked him, 'Ya want that I should catch your come with my mouth?'
"I wondered how maw was going to do that. Well, standing before maw, Uncle Elmo put his prick between her titties, squeezed them together over his cock, and began fucking her, moving his cock up and down between her boobs. That got me all excited again, because I had never seen anything like that before. I had -but I mean up close, like I was part of the action.
"Maw and Uncle Elmo, they didn't do anything else after that, after he shot a lot of come between her tits and she got some of it in her mouth. I was hoping he'd fuck or suck me, or have me blow him, but he didn't make no move toward me, and I didn't say anything.
"Things changed after that. I mean that maw and Uncle Elmo didn't mind me being around when they made love, just like I wasn't there. Of course, I was still planning to get Uncle Elmo to fuck me, but like I told you earlier, I didn't know how to go about it.
"It was about a week later when him and maw did it again. I had saw them fuck twice before that, but this third time was really something special, because they got to fucking so fast and furious that maw almost forgot to fix supper. I got so pissed off that I went out into the kitchen and had me a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich. Then I went back into the bedroom and they was still at it, only this time maw was on her hands and knees and Uncle Elmo was screwing her dog-fashion. I sat down and began to jack myself. Uncle Elmo looked at me and grinned. That's when he got the idea that I needed some satisfaction.
"'That little twat of your'n on fire, honey?' he asked.
"Why should I a-lied about it? 'It sure is,' I said. 'I'm burning up!'
"Him and maw got finished with their fucking, and maw glanced first at unc, then at me. 'Now, Elmo, I kin tell what you figurin' on doing, and you ain't gonna screw her. Be different if she was older.' Maw began to sniff, acting like she was going to cry. 'After all, she's only a baby ... '
"Maw kept rattlin' on how young and pure I was, but, as usual, Uncle Elmo had his way, by threatening to pack up and move out. He said that he might as well have double pleasure, since I was old enough to screw, and that we wouldn't have to worry none about me getting knocked up because he was sterile.
"Maw finally said all right, that he could screw me, and he told me to get on the bed. 'Let's do it in my room' I suggested. 'We can see ourselves fucking in my dresser mirror if we do it in my room'
"Blinking his eyes real fast, Uncle Elmo laughed and said to my maw, 'You ever heared of anything like that before, Eva? Harriet, she wants to watch herself gettin' laid. Ain't that a good'un? You'd think she was one of them peepin' toms'
"Which I was, only I didn't tell him and maw that!
"Uncle Elmo put his arm around me and said, 'Okay, well go do it in your bedroom'
"Maw said, 'I'll come, too, an' watch.'
"In a few minutes-all excited because at last I was going to get laid by unc-I was on my bed, all spread out for him. He crawled between my legs and began rubbing the head of his big prick over my pussy. Maw sat there watching, and I could tell from the expression on her face that she was enjoying every minute of it, that she was just as worked up as I was.
"She sure had a big cunt. It seemed to me that she had almost all of her hand in her cunt as she masturbated. She popped up then and said, 'Now, El, you-all be careful with her when you shove the meat in.'
"Uncle Elmo, he said, 'Uh-huh,' grinned down at me, and began to get down to business.
"'UGGGG!' I gasped when he shoved his big prick into me. The way it felt- giantlike, but-ohhhhh, so wonderful! I knew right then and there that I had been right about my theory that the bigger the cock the greater the pleasure. The way unc was hung! Well, it didn't take him long to get all of his root in me, and I wrapped my legs-putting a lot of power into the effort-wrapped my legs around his back, threw my arms around his neck, and began helping the fuck along, rolling up my ass when he came plunging down, when he reamed my snatch with that big screwer of his. I got with it in a hurry, giving Uncle Elmo all I had.
" 'He fuckin' you good, baby?' maw asked.
"'Uh-huh,' I said. 'F-Feel r-real goodddddd!'
"Uncle Elmo, he had all kinds of tricks. What he did, he sort of scooted his head down on me and began sucking my tits as he fucked me. Boy! Did that feel good! In no time at all, he had me all excited, more excited than I had ever been in my life. Could my uncle fuck! He certainly could! My tits had swelled up, my nipples so hard they almost hurt, and my cunt felt like the sun-only hotter! I didn't care that maw was sitting there watching me and masturbating herself with the handle of a fly swatter. After all, I seen her and unc doing it, so what did it matter if she gawked at me.
"Uncle Elmo, he done really gave me a hard fuck. I couldn't help but moan and groan and carry on. I tightened my arms around his neck, feeling that his skin was wet and slippery with sweat.
"'You-you about ready?' Uncle Elmo asked, huffing and puffing.
"'Uh-huh,' I gasped. Tm w-waiting for you. I-OH!'
"That's when I came! It was like all the stars in the sky were exploding in my head. For a moment, I thought I'd just died and gone straight to heaven. It was so good, like my whole cunt was made of fine glass and had just been shattered with a hammer. I felt Uncle Elmo's cock jerking within my cunt, coming off and shooting loads of come inside my pussy. It sure felt good as it raced for the mouth of my womb. I made up my mind that I was going to have Uncle Elmo fuck me a lot ... "
Harriet P--'s case is an example of incest induced via the medium of family moral disintegration, a type of declension that is found consistently in many cases of incest. However, Harriet's basic motivation seems to stem not so much from her perverse environment as from her infantile personality.
We find that Harriet lacks diversification and skill, exhibits poor judgment, and accepts substitute gratifications over sublimation with further ensuing frustrations, her interpersonal relationship is poor. She has various etiological colorings which present us with a picture of disorganization: lack of continuity and consistency in personal contact-all very common when we find parental discord and broken homes. Inconsistent parental attitudes, poor sibling relationships, inconsistent interfamily relations, and immoral and/or emotionally ill parents also contribute to this lack of continuity and consistency in personal contact.
Due to infantile personality structure, Harriet has poor symbolic expression, is unable to expend excess tension through interpersonal relationships and self-expression, and remains on the level of organic response, either muscular, visceral, or vascular. With Harriet, we are dealing with a psychosomatic partial response, not with the distorted total response of an organ system, as is the case in conversion hysteria.
Harriet's years of secretly watching her mother and various men engage in sexual relations led to the development of her voyeurism, in which she went about the neighborhood peeping into windows in order to witness sexual acts between various men and women.
The origin of voyeurism still lies in the psychiatric realm of theory and speculation. Essentially, however, voyeurism can be said to be the result of arrested development, and the voyeur always begins his tragic journey within the early years of childhood, just as Harriet began hers.
There is no evidence that the subject is suffering from either Electra complex or penis wish. However, there is some slight evidence-based on the subject's preference for watching herself make love-that Harriet's psyche is tinged with narcissism-a psychosexual condition in which one (usually a female) is stimulated by one's body, both by sight and touch, and self-enjoyment of it by masturbatory end means.
This anomaly has, moreover, been given a special name by the experts who have paid special attention to it; thus Magnus Hirschfeld calls it automonsexualism, while others refer to it as autoerasty.
Hirschfeld writes: "Narcissism [taken from the name of a legendary Greek hero who fell in love with his own reflection] consists essentially and primarily in the fact that the individual in question-a child, an adolescent, more often than not a teenage girl-experiences a special attraction of a sexual nature for his own being, and especially for his own body, for his own image and also for his own intellect."
But we must not confuse "simple" masturbation with narcissism. There is a fairly distinct difference between them. Narcissism may be interwoven with masturbation, but masturbation, per se, does not necessarily imply narcissism! The teenage boy or girl addicted to masturbation has resource to this "self-abuse" procedure only because it is a last resort, because he or she does not have a partner. It is different with the active narcissist who does not in any way feel the need of sharing emotions.
The masturbator finds in himself the instrument of his satisfaction, while the narcissist sees in his own body the object of his desires.
The masturbator loves only his pleasure, masturbating to the fantasy of others, while the narcissist is in love with himself and will masturbate to an image of himself.
Besides, narcissists are not always masturbators; the most innocent forms of play, superficial caresses, or merely the contemplation of their own bodies in the mirror, may be quite sufficient for them.
Harriet also falls into another pattern: that of the aggressive teenage seductress, even though she was seduced by her uncle before she could put any kind of plan in operation. In short, Harriet P--is a typical product of the incestuous teenage syndromes.
Viewed in this light, Harriet P--- is not unusual, there being thousands of girls who share an identical psychosexual illness-the desire for incest.
"That first fuck that Uncle Elmo gave me-wow! I just lay there and kept popping off, having one come after another.
"Then, after unc and me had finished our screw, maw calmly announced that she wanted to go down on him, her suggestion being just jim-dandy with him. Uncle Elmo loved mouth jobs-and he asked me, 'Honey-bunch, I don't suppose you ever had a peter in your mouth, huh?'
"I giggled-I got to admit I was rather embarrassed over him asking me like that, right in front of my very own mother! I shook my head arid giggled again-'Nope, I ain't never done that,' I said, thinking: But I know you're going to show me how, ain't you, Uncle Elmo? You had better!
"'Now, El, honey, you ain't gonna have my baby a-suck yore cock,' maw said lazily. 'It ain't proper her a-doin' that-ain't proper a'tall.
"Uncle Elmo, he ignored maw, and he said to me, 'Wal, wal, so you ain't never had a cock in that sweet mouth of yourn. I think it's about time I teached you. Why .here, you is, almost fourteen years old, and you ain't even got the facts of life.' He turned to maw. 'Eva darlin', you show her how to suck a man-sized prick.'
"Uncle Elmo spread his skinny legs, and he leaned back on the bed, putting his hands under his head. 'An' don't turn your head sideways while you do it and show Harriet how. I like to see my peter slidin' in and out of your mouth!'
"Right off, I expected maw to flip her head over him wanting me to toddle his flute, especially since he wanted her to show me how. But maw, she just said it wasn't fitting and proper, and Elmo, he told her to go to hell and hurry up and show me, and maw said all right in that lazy voice of hers. Then maw got with it and became as excited as me, and we both got down between unc's legs, making ready to go down on him.
"Maw said, 'Now you watch how I do it, Harriet honey.' She took Elmo's hard cock in her hand. 'You watch how I blow him; then you can have a go at it.'
"She plopped the-head of his peter into her mouth, like it was a big ripe plum, and began sucking on it, now and then running her wet mouth up and down over it, moving as far down as she could, until almost all of his cock had disappeared. I watched, really fascinated. Why, the head must have banged against maw's tonsils. She sure was some cocksucker, and I figured she must have had a lot of experience. I know she did, because I guess I had seen her blow dozens of men-I mean back in my Saturday-night-watching days, before unc came to live with us.
"Maw, she kept sucking on Uncle Elmo's cock; then, after a few minutes, she pulled it from her mouth and licked her lips-like she enjoyed the taste. Uncle Elmo, he just layed there and sighed.
"Maw said to me, 'All right, you try it. The way you do it-use yore tongue and lips all you want, but don't bite with your teeth. Men, they don't like that none-and do ya see this here place?' She indicated a piece of skin shaped like a tiny tight cord that seemed to anchor the head to the main part of the prick. 'Right here,' maw said. 'You lick that spot real good. That makes men shoot their come in a hurry when you lick that there spot.'
"'You want me to suck it now?' I asked, very excited at the prospect of taking Uncle Elmo's prick in my mouth.
"'Uh-huh. You-all go ahead and try it,' maw said.
"I took Uncle Elmo's prick and put the head into my mouth. I liked the taste, though it was sort of slick and wet. I began running my tongue all over the wet head, and then unc said I wasn't doing it right!
" 'Hellfire, girl!' Uncle Elmo said. 'Ya got to suck it, not jes lick it-an' try to get more of my cock in yore mouth. Don't you-all act like you's afraid of it. Hell, it ain't gonna bite you none! That's what you're supposed to do!'
" 'You mean you want me to bite it. Uncle Elmo?' I asked.
".'Oh shit!' Uncle Elmo said. 'Eva, you show her how!'
"'All right, dear,' maw said, popping his pickle in her mouth once more. She sure was nuts over Uncle Elmo. I guess it was his corn on the cob that chained her to him.
"What maw did then-she ran her mouth down over his prick, taking almost all of it. It's a wonder the head didn't pop out her belly! I knew she had to have some of that big prick down her throat! Up and down she went, maw did! Up and down, her mouth full of peter, while me and Uncle Elmo watched. Up and down! Down and up-like she was some kind of automatic suck machine!
"She sure knew her business, maw did, and Uncle Elmo, he got real excited. He sort of sat up, leaned down, and pulled her mouth from his peter. 'You-ail stop now, Eva, I want to have my come in Harriet's mouth. You do it now, Harriet. Do it like your mother done done it.'
"Maw offered to help me. She said, 'I'll hold his cock for you, hon,' She took his peter in her hand, said, 'Git as much of it in yore mouth as you kin.'
"That's how we done it. While maw held Uncle Elmo's prick, I sucked on it, giving him a big blow that surprised both him and maw-but I was determined to show them both, especially maw, that I was just as good a cocksucker as she was. In no time at all, I had Uncle Elmo rising like one of them rockets down there in Florida. Then he come off, taking me off guard and giving me a big mouthful of thick cream. I almost choked because I thought he would warn me about spurtin' off, but he didn't. All of a sudden there it was -just a lot of hot, thick come shooting out the end of his cock. For a moment, I was kind of scared and tried to pull off his prick, but maw, she held my head on his cock, and there wasn't anything I could do but swallow. Even so, I got my tongue all mixed up while swallowing, and when maw, she did let me up, a lot of unc*s come was dribbling out my nose and mouth. I didn't like that much because I liked the taste of unc's come-stuff and wanted to swallow as much of it as I could. But Uncle Elmo liked the way I sucked him. He got so excited that he sucked my pussy, while maw, she layed on the floor under him, and he fucked her in the mouth. Uh-huh. We sure had a lot of fun that day ...
"Maw and me, we even got to sucking each other's cunts. The way it all began, her and me and Uncle Elmo was fooling around one night, and he come up with the idea, saying that he really dug watching two women eat each other.
" 'How you-all mean, honey?' maw asked, sort of gawking at him.
"'Goin' down on each other!' Uncle Elmo said. 'Suckin' each other's pussies.'
"I didn't think that sucking maw's cunt was such an all-fired idea. I certainly didn't want to lap at her big old gash, and she said she thought the idea was nasty. 'It ain't proper for two women a-doin' that to each other,' she said. But I guess you know what happened. Uncle Elmo, he got half mad and said he'd pack his suitcase and take the new color TV and go downstairs and live with Mrs. H--, whose husband had just got tired of it all and taken off. Uncle Elmo, he told me too that if I didn't suck maw's pussy, he wouldn't fuck me no more. I didn't want that, him not screwing me anymore, so I said I'd go down on maw. Maw didn't want that either-I mean him not fucking her and going downstairs to live with Edith H--. Well, maw said she'd suck my snatch. That's what we did then, me and maw: we did a sixty-nine and sucked off each other. I even had a come out of it.
"After a week or so of that kind of sucking, I began to enjoy it kinda. So did maw. It got so that me and maw got to doing it all the time, sometimes even when Uncle Elmo wasn't around. And sometimes when Uncle Elmo was there, the three of us would do a daisy chain.
"One Saturday afternoon, maw got the idea that her and me would blow Uncle Elmo at the same time. I mean she meant that we'd suck him together. Maw was certainly an old whore and knew all the tricks to make a man hot, but her suggestion was certainly a new one to me. And unc, too. He just stared at her like she was nuts.
"'Now how in hell you figurin' to do that?' he asked.
"'Uh-huh, maw, how can we both blow him at the same time?' I asked.
"Maw laughed and went on to explain it was really simple. She said that while I sucked his peter, she would eat his balls. 'Or you can suck on his nuts and I'll suck him off,' she finished. That seemed sort of screwy to me, but I said okay. And that's how we gave Uncle Elmo a double blow-job.
"Uncle lay flat on his back, and I got to one side of him, on my knees. I pulled back on his prick, pushing it almost to his stomach, doing it that way so maw would have lots of room. I took the head of his .peter into my mouth and began sucking on it. Maw, flat on her stomach between his legs, then took his bag into her mouth and began nibbling on it, sucking the wrinkled, hairy skin into her mouth. Personally, I figured it was a crazy way to get a guy to blow his nuts, but like I said, maw new all kinds of trick. Sometimes she'd even slip her finger into uncle's asshole and jack him off back there while she sucked him; sometimes she'd do that to me, too-jack off my asshole while she blowed me.
"I sucked Uncle Elmo's cock, and maw, she sucked on his balls. But this time I didn't get any of his come. Before his gun could go bang, maw and me exchanged places, with her going down on his cock and me sucking his bag into my mouth. I don't care for that kind of sucking, or asshole licking. Uncle Elmo, he had me lick his asshole several times.
"Then it happened. 'UGGGGGHHHH!' Uncle Elmo cried and shot off. Maw took all his come into her mouth, only, instead of swallowing, she saved the stuff, holding it in her mouth, her cheeks all puffed out like a balloon. Then her and me kissed, and while our mouths were glued together and connected, she gave me some of uncle's come, so I could enjoy the taste and swallow it. Maw and me, we always divied up uncle's come like that when we blowed him, double-time.
"It wasn't long after that that Uncle Elmo fixed it up for me and maw to work as prostitutes, only in a kind of special way, a kind that wouldn't get us into no trouble with the cops. Uncle Elmo knew all kinds of people-he got around a lot-and he'd met this guy who rented out whores to rich wife-swappers. Well, kind of worried about it all, she asked unc why a bunch of rich swells would want to fuck around with a couple of hillbillies like me and her. Uncle Elmo laughed and explained that we wouldn't be going to these parties to socialize, but to fuck and suck, things like that.
"'Anyhow,' he said, them rich folk'll be so drunk and high on drugs, they won't notice none how you talk. They'll only be interested in sex.'
"He continued talking and said that Mr. A---, the man that was setting up the deal, would be getting us $500 per party. ' 'Course, he'll get two hundred bucks for settin' up the deal,' unc explained, 'which'll leave us three hundred.'
"That did it! Maw was all for the idea, even if we did have to fuck it up with a lot of strangers. I was all for it, too. Like unc said, me and maw was sexy and good-looking, and we might as well get paid for what we liked to do anyhow. There was also the fact that me and maw liked to show off our bodies, and we both knew we'd be naked at these shindigs, practically all the time we was there.
"The first sex party we went to was way out in the suburbs. I forget the name of the town, but it was one of them ritzy places. Mr. A---, he picked us up and drove us out there, saying on the way that he'd pick us up the next afternoon and return us to the city. I didn't like Mr. A-- at all. He had a big fat gut, smoked little black cigars, and sniffed a lot.
"It was a very large house me and maw went to, and what they called the "ballroom,' I swear it was even bigger than the main section of the old Majestic down home. I don't know for sure, but I guess there must have been forty men and women in that ballroom, all of them naked and fucking and sucking each other. Men were even going down on each other, and so were the women, sucking off each other, and fucking each other in the ass-I mean the men were. Maw and me, we jumped right into the thick of it, after a husband and wife couple who were giving the party came over and told us to 'mingle with the guests,' Boy-oh-boy! Some mingling. Right off, I got sucked by a bald-headed old goat, while maw sucked a thin, red-faced man who was so drunk he could hardly stand up. After the four of us got finished and was dripping with each other's juices, a redheaded woman asked maw to do a sixty-nine suck with her, and the man I had just sucked off went to work sucking the cock of some young guy.
"A man in his forties, with an iron-gray crew cut, came up to me, his hard cock wobbling from side to side. Sitting down beside me, he began playing with my tits. 'I saw you when you came in,' he said in a soft voice, 'and ever since then I've been trying to think of an unusual way to suck you.'
"He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock, staring at me and leering. I squeezed his prick and smiled, thinking that his cock felt awful cool. Most guys had real hot cocks. Still, it was as hard as ice.
"Someone had put on a series of records, and the whole ballroom rang with music.
" 'I'll tell you what,' I said to the man in a sugar-sweet voice. 'We could use a chair. That's unusual, and I'll bet you've never had it done to you that way. You want to try it that way?'
"'A chair?' the man said. He looked at me like he couldn't believe what I had said to him. I rather gathered that he thought I was too young to know about such things. "That's what I said, handsome,' I said, getting up and taking him by the arm. 'I'll show you how, if you think you can do it.'
"Without waiting for him to reply, I led him to an old-fashioned armchair which was on the other side of the huge room. Calmly I pushed him into the chair and said, Tm going to come up at you from behind; you can help.'
"He laughed. 'And we're going to suck each other like that! I don't believe it!' He looked at me like I was nuts, then turned his head and stared as I began climbing-literally-over the back of the chair and then began sliding down over his chest and the rest of his body. He caught on quickly and began to help me, supporting my body as I came to rest with my hands flat on the floor, my head between his legs, in a position that would enable me to suck his prick. The head, perched as I was, was only inches from my lips; at the same time, my wet cunt was only inches from his mouth.
"'Go ahead and eat me,' I said, then bent my head slightly, letting the big red knot of his prick slide into my mouth.
"As much as he could, the man began to kiss and lick my stomach, then moved directly to my pussy. Working quickly and squeezing the cheeks of my ass, he began running his nose up and down the crack that separated my butt cheeks. In order to brace myself better, I locked my ankles behind his neck. The man, he began working on my cunt once more, spreading the fat little lips with his fingers, poking at the red inside with his nose, causing me to wonder whether he was going to eat it or smell it! He pressed his lips to the wet, excited flesh, began nibbling at my sensitive clit, and began sucking on it, alternating ever so often by thrusting his tongue deep into me, his doing this causing me to moan softly around his cock. Harder and harder I sucked, applying more teeth pressure, my own hots gettin' hotter; he, in turn, licked and sucked and lapped, even began a gentle biting of the entire region. The flash of a thought crossed my mind-no doubt about it: this guy was a master cuntlapper.
"What I did-I responded to the movement of his head and tongue with a burning desire for more, for bigger and better tongue-penetration. I also made a mental note to tell maw how good he was; she'd probably want some of his tongue. Moaning loudly, I began rotating my hips, communicating to him my need for speed and urgency; he got my message, knowing what my sounds and motions meant, and began driving his stiff tongue even farther into my wet cunt until it touched and pushed against my clit. That's when I had my come, a hard, real good come-and that's when his warm come gushed into my mouth, leaping past my teeth and gushing down my throat; then his prick finished its jerking and throbbing, and his come was finished and done with. The man released me then, letting me slide all the way to the floor.
"I seen then that maw had finished her sixty-nine with the red-headed slut. I was about to go over to her, when Lorna-she was the hostess of the party-and another woman came over to me. Following them was a young stud of about twenty. He had a nice-looking prick, as hard as ice. Wiping come from my mouth, I smiled at Lorna; she smiled back and clutched at my arm. 'You sweet little thing, you, how'd you like to have a foursome with us?' She indicated the woman and the young dude with her. 'This is Roger and Katie-and we'd all lovvvvve to eat you.'
"Lorna was short and fat, with tits the size of watermelons, and a body that reminded me of an old-fashioned vinegar barrel. Her hair was shoe-polish black, and she had her face smeared with all kinds of paint. I guess, well, I guess that rich old broad had five bucks* worth of cosmetics on her pan.
"Katie, though, wasn't a bad-looking bitch. I guess she must have been about fifty, about ten years older than Lorna. She had big tits, too, with nipples that were as round as silver dollars and very brown. Uncle Elmo had once showed me a silver dollar.
" 'What position do you want me to take?' I asked Lorna.
" 'I want her to suck my cock,' Roger said, speaking to Lorna, but glancing at me. He had a real high voice and big teeth. I couldn't help but stare at his prick, because his was the first peter I had seen with blond hair -the same color as on his head.
"'Don't be impatient, Roger dear,' Kate told him, as though speaking to a little boy. 'I'm sure Harriet here is most anxious to fellate you.'
"That's another thing about them swells! They don't never speak like normal people.
"Then Lorna, she said to me, 'Harriet, you lie on your back, and we'll begin.'
"Reaching out, Katie took hold of Roger's prick. 'You can suck me off while Harriet blows you.'
"Watching them as I was, I figured that Katie was more than just a little anxious to have Roger suck her cunt. But that's how them old gals are-always wantin' a young guy to blow them.
"A man walked over to us. About forty and very hairy, he asked Lorna if he could join in. He began feeling up her big butt cheeks. Td like to do it to you back there,' he said. 'I know you like it that way.'
" 'I see no reason why you shouldn't,' Lorna said. 'But wait until I get into position and start sucking Harriet before you put it in.'
"I got on my back, opening my legs. Roger crawled over me, lowering himself until he was kneeling over my tits, his knees on either side of my ribs. Me-I stared at his thick mess of blond prick hair. Then he began rubbing the head of his prick over my mouth, so aroused he damn near shivered. Looking up, I could see he was staring down at me, his eyes bright.
"'Well, shove it in!' I said, a little annoyed. I don't like a lot of foolin' around when I get mouth-fucked. I could sense Lorna getting between my legs, and I knew the fat old fart was gettin' ready to suck my pussy. Then I felt her tongue lapping at my cunt, then pushing its way into the hollow blackness of my pussy tunnel, at about the same time that Roger thrust his peter into my mouth. I began a slow sucking of the head, clamping down on it with my teeth to prevent him from shoving more of his rod into my mouth. Maw, she don't mind throat-fucking, but I don't care for it none.
"I heard Kate saying to Roger, 'I thought you were going to suck me, Roggie? What are you waiting for?'
"Roiling my gaze backward, I could see Kate standing at my head, towering over me like some Amazon- you know, one of them big Greek women-and Roger leaning forward, bending, trying to put his mouth to her hairy gash. But he couldn't quite make it. "I just can't make it. You'll have to bend down and open your legs more.'
"'How's this? And here, I'll spread my cunt for you.' Kate spread her pussy apart, and this time Roger managed to place his mouth against the reddish slot. Sighing in pleasure, Kate, she put her hands to his head, .pulling him in close and holding him there. 'OHHHHHhhh-that's-the-way, ROGGIE. THERE! EATTT ITTTT!'
"I continued to suck 'Roggie's' prick and he sucked Kate's cunt. The man who was going to fuck Lorna in the ass must have been not doin' it right, because she raised her mouth from my pussy and asked him, 'What the fuck are you doing? Are you going to fuck me in my butt, or not?'
"Huffing and puffing, the man replied, 'Well, either your asshole is too small, or my prick is too big. I don't know which! Can't understand it! I've fucked you like this before!'
"Lorna said, kinda mad like, 'Anilingue me then! Go on-lick it!'
"Like I said, them swells don't talk English right. That's what the man did. He began licking Lorna's asshole. I couldn't see him doing it, but I knew he was- could tell from the way Lorna moaned in my pussy in delight. About then, I had my come, and Lorna, she kept right on eating my slot box. Kate, she began to get worked up. She began crying out to Roger, "DEEPER! Get-your tongue in more ... '
"I felt Roger's prick getting ready to do it, and it did-and I got it. I tightened my mouth around his cock, as he jerked and cried above me, giving me at least a dozen swallows of hot come.
"About parties like this one-I mean a young girl like me is always popular at such shindigs, especially with old men-I mean like guys in their forties and fifties. The first thing they want to do is eat my box. I like doing it with both men and women, but what I mean is that I like to be part of a group-you know-that way I get to do a lot of sucking and things like that; and I'll do anything, except let a man fuck me in the ass. That's nasty. But maw? she likes it that way.
"I even got cunt-fucked by a dog once--just like I seen old lady G-- get it from her dog. You see, me and maw went to a sex party, and the man who was giving the party asked me if I'd like to make an extra fifty bucks. He said that all I had to do was let Ignatz lay me. Ignatz was his big brown German shepherd.
"'You got to be outta your tree!' I snapped. 'There ain't no way a girl can get laid by no big dog like that!' You see, I was afraid that Ignatz would get hung up in me, just like dogs get hung up in bitches. So I told Mr, G--, 'I ain't gonna have no goddam dog rip my pussy to shreds with his can opener! Not me- not for five hundred bucks!'
"I swear, Mr. G--, he almost died laughing, and I got pretty mad about it. He finally got me calmed down and gently explained that there wasn't any danger, since a bitch-dog's pussy was a lot smaller than mine. He also explained that a dog's peter ain't even half the size of a man's. 'So you see, baby, it's literally impossible for Ignatz to get hung up in you. Now how about it, fifty dollars is pretty good for ten minutes' work. That will give you four hundred and fifty bucks for the night.'
"'But are you positive that big mutt won't get his prick hung up in me?' I asked.
Mr. G--, he got very serious. Now, honey, do you think I or any of these people would want to see you get hurt? Ask my wife. She'll tell you. Ignatz screws her ail the time.'
"Huh! That didn't tell me no nothing never mind. Old lady G-- had a pussy like a washtub, and I guess an elephant could have diddled her and never touched bottom. I couldn't ask maw for advice. She was upstairs fucking a guy who liked to do it in a bathtub filled with milk. I decided to take a chance. I decided to let Ignatz fuck me. I was pretty near sure that them swells wouldn't take no chance on letting a dog's cock get hung up in my pussy.
"I guess there was twenty or thirty people standing around watching me as I got down on the rug. All of them was naked, standing in a circle, laughing and whispering. I felt pretty stupid, let me tell you! Then Mr. G--- led Ignatz in, bringing the big dog between my legs. I had a pillow under my tail and several under my head. Mr. G--, he unsnapped the chain from Ignatz's collar, and, I tell you! that dog sure must have been jazzing it up a lot with old lady G- -, just like her husband said, because he knew what was expected of him. Ignatz--wasn't that a crazy name for a fuckin' dog?- he knew what I was there for, all spread out for him.
"You could have heard a feather drop on water when Ignatz began sniffing around my cunt $nd lapping at it with his long tongue.
'Hell!' one man laughed drunkenly. 'He's going to eat her, not fuck her!' Then his wife shushed him quiet. Ignatz, he was panting, with his long wet tongue hanging out to one side of his mouth. Then he let his peter slide out. Well, a dog's prick ain't like a man's; I could see that right off. Ignatz's, oh, it was maybe four inches long and about twice the size of a lead pencil- all red and wet and even pointed at the end. When I seen Ignatz's prick, I wasn't scared after that, not after I seen how small his peter was in comparison to a man's. And I've had some pretty big cocks in me!
"Ignatz crawled on, mounting me like a man would. But me, I didn't enjoy it. First of all, I could barely feel his prick. I ain't got no big snatch, but you got to remember that dog had a pretty skinny cock! An' I ask you: how can a girl enjoy herself-even with a mutt- when everyone in the room is staring at her like she was some kind of freak? It wasn't like regular orgy-fucking, you know, when everyone is concerned with his own business. With Ignatz, ,' was the center of attraction, lying there getting fucked by him, in the middle of a big circle, and worse, with people yelling out encouragement to both me and the damned dog, like, 'Come on, Ignatz! Get that cock in her, boy! Give'her a good fucking!' Or like, 'Come on, girlie! Fuck him back! Get your ass in gear!' Things like that, you know.
"As for Ignatz,-he leaned over me, putting his chest against my tits and panting in my face-like, you know, I was the first piece of human ass he ever had! I took hold of his paws, holding them off me to keep hinv from scratching. Actually, I was kind of embarrassed with all them men and women staring at me. I like to show off, but not when I'm getting doggie-fucked. Then I felt Ignatz coming in me, getting the shock of my life when he didn't stop. It was nothing like the big squirts a man gives a girl-just a slow dribble that kept right on dribbling. It must have taken him five minutes or more to finish his come ...
"I'd still be going to them sex parties, making money and having a lot of fun-and so would maw-if it hadn't been for that no good Mrs. H---. Maw, she finally caught her and Uncle Elmo in bed together- and in her bed! I mean maw's bed. Y'see, Uncle Elmo, he was fucking Mrs. H-- in our apartment.
"What happened is that Mr. A---picked me and maw up that night to take us to this sex party. We never did get there; Mr. A--'s car broke down on the way. Maw, she wanted to take a cab and continue on, but A---, he didn't want to leave his car, and he said a cabbie might not be able to find the place, because it was way out in the country. It ended up that me and maw took a cab and went back to our place, and that's when maw caught Uncle Elmo in bed doing a sixty-nine with Mrs. H--. Maw, she brained Mrs. H-- -who had the top position, sucking unc's prick-with a makeup mirror, screaming like she was a crazy woman! Uncle Elmo, he jumped out of bed, scared stiff, not knowing what was going on. Then maw clobbered him with a vanity stool. There was one hell of a racket, with maw and Uncle Elmo yelling and throwing things at each other, which caused the neighbors to call the cops.
"You knowed what happened. Down at the station, Uncle Elmo-the stupid son of a bitch-he started blabbin' everything about me and maw and them sex parties! If it weren't for his big trap, maw wouldn't be in jail and I wouldn't be here until I was twenty-one.
"That's why I done told you about him fucking me! I want him in jail too!"
After taking into consideration Harriet's environment, we can offer almost no hope for her moral reformation, our prognosis being that her degeneracy is too firmly established in her libido for removal by psychotherapy. We cannot expect any boy or girl to mature with proper sexual values when he or she has been introduced at an early age to perverted sexual practices of an extreme nature.
When a young girl, such as Harriet, is burned with the incestuous impulse and with voyeurism to begin with, not to mention traces of narcissism and exhibitionism, then there is almost no hope.
But then, the incestuous teenage syndrome never has made for a bright future.
CONCLUSION
In this work we have shown only a small portion of the general framework of incest, that fraction to which little space is given in generalized works dealing with sex of a consanguineous nature: the part played by the teenage "victim," the sexual academy award winning role of those girls and boys who, driven by the desire for incest, scheme and plot and, all too often, succeed in seducing their fathers or mothers, or their brothers or sisters, or aunts or uncles.
As we have shown, the blame for incest cannot always be placed squarely on the shoulders of the adult participant-not that any adult should be pardoned for such activity. He or she should have more moral strength. However, if we are to understand incest, we must look dispassionately at the problem, seek all the answers, and endeavor to untangle all of the Gordian knots that bind incest to the realm of the sexual unknown.
More than ever we must seek an answer to this problem, for, more than ever, incest is becoming more and more common in our present-day society-a very common sex factor that is linked not only to the so-called "poor," but to all strata, even to the haute monde.
Dr. W. F. Robie, author of Art of Love, has written:
In the upper stratum of society, where money is plentiful, idleness the rule, and precocity inevitable, as also in the submerged tenth, where the necessary sleeping of both sexes, young and old, in one room, where all manner of sex talk and acts are common in the presence of children and where choice of associates for the young, if feasible, is still rarely attempted, sexuality would differ widely from the normal, and incest does result.
We are confronted with other reasons for the rise in incest, the main one of which is the American teenager. Because of better health standards and education, teenagers mature (emotionally and physically) more rapidly than did even their parents at a comparable age. Unfortunately, our culture has not expanded at an equal rate. In spite of new 'sexual freedoms,' in spite of sex education in our nation's schools (still in the experimental stage), and regardless of all the books and articles and TV programs about "adolescent sexuality,' the average person still finds it difficult to consider a 14-or 15-year-old girl or boy anything other than a "child," one who is pure, innocent and virginal in thought, purpose, and intention.
Were it only so-but it isn't! Teenagers are boiling volcanoes of raw passions, thinly capped, brand-new Sex Machines screaming to be used. Scared to death of being called "square," they want to be "in." And they don't find that this is difficult to do. Speech and discussion are freer in society, as well as parental permissiveness. Society no longer shoves sex under a rug and, consequently, sexual acts are often witnessed by closely related teenagers and this, inevitably, opens new vistas to them, of which incest is only one.
We find that the social climate of our times is suitable for the constantly increasing number of teenaged seductresses among us. Advertising, especially, is sex centered and youth centered-and the hell with anyone past forty! The two-sex and youth-have become a single quality desired by all, a sort of "god" that is worshipped on an ever-expanding altar.
Still another is the acceptance of "part-time" work by the very youthful, all of which has served to open a new avenue toward the enticing goal of sexual fulfillment. Even more enthralling to the young girl is the fact that she is thrown in with adult men, who find her very desirable.
This is not to intimate that most adolescent seduction, particularly by girls, is directed toward a relative. The majority of teenage seduction is not; however, American people in general would not only be astonished but horrified if they knew the full extent of those teenage activities that are of an incestuous nature.
We must not forget to mention modern clothing fashions, which also are lending a helping hand to the production of incest-with young girls dressing in a manner that would have been impossible even ten years ago. Is it any wonder that numerous fathers, in a weak moment, fall into the sexual trap set by their bikini-clad daughters?
As we have said earlier, there are no true statistics concerning incest; yet it is possible for us to obtain some indication of the prevalence of the perversion, acquiring our premise from U.S. Government statistics which deal with sexual offenses. About 45,000 arrests a year are made for major sexual offenses. New Jersey, for example, made this breakdown of such offenders: exhibitionists, 18%; rapists, 45%; child molesters, 14%; those involved in commercial sex, 7%; incest, 6% ; and unclassified offenses 10%.
Six percent for incest does not seem like a large figure-and it isn't, not until we add these statistics to the figures of other states. When we do this, we find that thousands of men, women, and children are involved each year with the social and moral crime of incest; and when we stop to consider the opinions of various psychiatric authorities, such as the following-
Doctor Benjamin Karpman, Chief Psychotherapist, St. Elizabeth's Hospital, Washington, D.C.: "More cases occur than are brought to court. Incest between father and daughter is most frequent; even more common are relations between father and stepdaughter. Influences are chiefly cultural and sociological."
Doctor Gerald B. Cox, Chief Psychotherapist of New York Diagnostic Center, Montclair, N.Y.: "Incest offenders do not have the neurotic reflections of other sexual criminals; responses are less clouded by evasion and complete denial. They seem to consider incest as essentially normal, not so reprehensible as perverted sexuality but a mature form of heterosexuality."
-and synchronize their words with the latest U.S. Census Report, we find that there are literally millions of men and women who have had some kind of experience with incest, either as adolescent or as adult participants-or both! It is common knowledge that adolescent incest participants have a tendency to repeat the incestuous practice.
If we are to consider all the pros and cons of the incest question, then is it possible that some benefit might be derived from incestuous sex relations? Yes, but only if one is to believe the theories of certain psychiatrists/sexologists-Dr. Franz Otto Schilling, for example, the famed German sexual authority, who writes, in Toward A Sane Sexuality:
The taboo against incest comes from the past, from a tradition that was derived from the Bible. This august book is riddled with references to incest: "After the doings of the land of Egypt, wherein ye dwell, shall ye not do; and after the doings of the land of Canaan, whither I bring you, shall ye not do, neither shall ye walk in their ordinances." (Leviticus 18:3)
These are only a few of the references which extend to relatives; it is certainly implied that incest was most common among the Egyptians and the Canaanites, at the time. Consider, if you will, Abraham and Sarah, half brother and sister (Genesis 20:2-12), Ammon and Tamar, brother and sister (II Samuel 13:14). Nothing is more pointedly incestuous than Lot's daughters* seduction of their father in Genesis 19:33-35; and among the numerous references to incest contained in the Old Testament, one must not overlook the Song of Solomon, passages in 4:9-12.
Thus we see that incest had always been a part of the human sexual condition However, incest has never been a universal taboo, neither in ancient societies, nor in the modern world. Only recently has the interest of the scientists been directed toward this ancient problem, and sexologists are presently attempting to determine the real and measurable effects of incest on the contemporary world, without regard to the biases of ancient societies which obviously attempted to expand their strength and influence through marriage outside the tribe or family.
Many psychotherapists, including myself, believe that the effects of actual incest involving a child are not so disastrous as are the effects of a parent's seductive attitudes toward that child that never culminates in any manifest sexual activity. One theory is that the problem of unconscious incestuous desire may well underlie all cases of neuroses and psychoses, and that actual incest will not have such a deleterious effect upon the child since parental approval of the behavior is implicit. There will therefore be little residual guilt on the part of the child, except later, perhaps, when he grows older and listens to the opinions of others on the matter of incest.
In spite of our cultural taboos, it cannot be denied that the home is the proper place to instruct the young in regard to sex. Ideally, a child should be given this vital knowledge by those he loves and trusts implicitly, and, ideally, this instruction should be accompanied by actual physical demonstrations, in which the parent will instruct the child, by having sex relations with him.
In this respect, many modern-day societies are superior to our own. I refer here to the Nkuno and Somaba tribes of Central Africa, where parents teach their children the various techniques of sexual intercourse, the mothers instructing the sons, the fathers instructing the daughters. Ila and Cheva children, the children of some southeast Sudan tribes, as well as the boys and girls of several Congolese tribes, are also given physical sex instruction by their parents.
We, who are civilized, call these people "savages," and their practices perverted. But in reality, who are the savages-we, who fall easy victim to nervous and emotional disorders, such as hypertension, heart disease, etc., and are prone to alcoholism, suicide and divorce, or they, who are astonishingly free of these afflictions? It is we who are the victims ...
The day must come when we must free ourselves from the folly of accepting practices and taboos that are based solely on tradition and follow a road mapped solely on the principles of psycho-sexual pragmatism.
Whether or not Dr. Schilling is correct in his theory is a moot question. Nevertheless, we can state that until that new "road" becomes a reality, many adults will fall victim to that ever-constant, ever-spreading, ever-insidious syndrome that is part and parcel of modern America: the teenage incestuous syndrome.
