Incest is defined in the dictionary as, the crime of sexual intercourse between persons related within the degrees in which marriage is prohibited. This definition, when broken down simply depicts an illegal sexual relationship between people whose blood lines are so closely related that marriage is not allowed by society. The definition as it applies to everyday life, would mean that a mother and son, a brother and sister, a father and daughter, or uncle and niece, could not enjoy sexual intercourse without creating an illegal, incestuous situation.
The examples I have illustrated as being incestuous are just four ways that relatives can combine illegally. Incest can take on an infinite variety and number of such combinations. I have chosen to depict, these four specific situations in this book as being representative of typical incestuous couplings.
The cases in this book reflect not only what happens physically between incestuous partners, but what types of guilt feelings, dilemmas, frustrations and anxieties are inherent in such relationships.
The patients seem to feel that what they are doing is not illegal, as much as it is perhaps immoral, unreligious or unethical. The norms of the societal structure have left their mark, and incestuous relationships are not the bed of roses they appear to be.
I hope that these four cases give a broad sampling of the types of problems that arise, and provide the reader with a greater understanding of what is involved.
Judy was a thirty-four year old mother, and sitting before my desk, she looked at least ten years younger than her age. She had long, flowing, brown hair, large, saucer-like brown eyes, she was wearing .no bra, and her breasts jutted majestically through the sweater she wore, with her nipples plainly in view. To complete her image, Judy wore short, short, hot-pants which revealed long, slender legs.
"Judy, what exactly is your problem?" I queried her to begin our first interview.
Judy sat silently before me. She was nervously fidgeting with her purse, looking around the room, at the floor, the ceiling, and staring into her lap. To compound her nervousness she crossed, and uncrossed, her legs many times. Judy, as yet, had not responded to my original question, so I felt it was time to set her straight.
"Judy, nothing can ever be accomplished without your being totally open, honest, and complete in your relation of your experiences to me. It's much better to tell me everything and it also helps you to relax if you do." I further instructed Judy as to what I hoped our procedure would be.
"Alright, if you insist I'll tell you what you want to know." Judy reluctantly agreed to cooperate with me.
"O.K., fine. Then I'll ask you again. What is it that made you come to see me?" I reiterated the question to Judy.
"I am having an incestuous affair with my sixteen year old son, Randy," Judy said, her voice shaking.
"I see, Judy. Why don't you begin at the beginning," I said, wanting Judy to get started while she still had the courage.
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"I can remember, it started one day when Randy's father was away on a long business trip ...
"Randy is an only child, his father and I had him when I was very young and we have never had another child. Randy's father is forty-two years old, eight years older than I, and he is away from home often on business trips. Randy and I are constantly being left home alone together.
"Randy is the type of young man that all the girls in school have a crush on. He is extremely tall, very dark complected, extremely handsome, and far more mature, physically and mentally than others his own age. I admired and loved my son like any mother would, but I knew deep down inside me that there was always something strange between us that I could not explain ...
"That strange, mysterious, physical attraction I had for Randy came to a head one day when his father was away on a trip, and I was just getting out of a long shower. Randy came upstairs after school, and barged into my bathroom wanting the keys to the car. Randy found me, standing before my dressing room mirror, combing my long, flowing hair. Otherwise, I was stark naked and dripping from the beads of water. I stood there, and looked at Randy for one long moment. What I saw was not a young boy, a son, but a man. There was an animal-like attraction for Randy in my crotch, which went far beyond motherhood and epitomized an extreme physical sensuality and awareness. I wanted Randy, and I wanted to make him aware of this as soon as possible. From the look in his eyes, unflinching at the sight of his mother naked before him, I felt that he may have been feeling the same things that I did. Now was the time to find out.
" 'Wouldn't you rather have me, than the car?' I asked Randy, as I heatedly approached his presence in the bathroom, and wrapped my arms around him.
" 'Mother ... I ... don't know ... what to say,' Randy replied, standing before me unaware of what he should do, or exactly what I wanted from him.
" 'I want you to make love to me, Randy. I want to have you fuck me, and eat me. I want to blow you, suck you, and lick you.' I told Randy exactly what I wanted from this new-found union.
"'Mom ... you're one hell of a motherfucker!' Randy said, breaking into a smile and wrapping his manly arms around me, drawing me as close to his chest as was humanly possible.
"My body was highly tuned to Randy's every touch, as his arms squeezed me tighter and I felt the passions welling up inside my crotch. My cunt was dampening immeasurably, and all I had on my mind was to strip Randy and make him naked as I was. I began to undo the buttons on his shirt, as he placed his moist, warm lips over mine, and mine parted in response as his tongue poured through them. My whole body surged with excitement and frenzy, as Randy's mouth, lips, and tongue separated mine further and his rough, hot breath poured into my mouth. I picked up the pace, and practically tore the shirt from his body, exposing his hard, muscular physique.
" 'I want you, mother ... mom ... I want you ... I want to fuck you ... suck you ... eat you ... ream you ... we'll have a great time!' Randy said excitedly, as my hands roamed over his body and he squeezed me even tighter.
"I was so highly sensitized to Randy's every touch, that I began to ravage his body as my fingers slid between the waistband of his pants and his abdomen and began to tear away at his belt to remove all encumbrances so his cock could shoot out free and erect. As Randy tried to hold me close, I continued my assault on his flesh. I unzipped his zipper in a frenzy, and pulled his pants down, and off, over his legs. Shooting out rock hard from beneath his underpants, was Randy's golden dong. I placed both of my hands spreading my fingers wide under his crotch, and his vast expanse began to harden at my touch.
" 'Uh huh ... oh God ... yes ... oh, mother, cop my joint ... rub my cock ... oh yes, that's it ... rub it ... squeeze it ... rub my balls ... Cop my, joint, mother, cop my joint!' Randy moaned with pleasure, as my hands roamed over his joint.
"Just having emerged from a scalding hot shower, my flesh was ready for sexual activity. I grabbed Randy's cock, underpants and all, and led him toward the shower, where I hoped we would become united once again as mother and son. I wanted Randy back inside my body, to remind me of those days that I carried him around prior to birth. Our relationship as mother and son did not matter to me now. It was just animal instincts, and a desire for his cock in my body and whatever pleasures we could bring .each other that drove me on. The twitching in my twat was growing to a crescendo as I tore Randy's underpants from him and dragged him cock first into our large stall shower. I shut the door behind us and turned on the shower head which spurted out hot, rapid, and tantalizing beads of water.
" 'I have had my shower, Randy ... now I'm going to give you yours. I'm going to wash your balls, your cock, your stomach, and all over your flesh, so you can feel as alive as I do. Then we're going to fuck, suck, ream and cream,' I told Randy, as I dragged the soapy washcloth from its holder and began to massage his body with it.
"I placed Randy against the shower wall, and I watched him purr as I took the soapy washcloth and ran it over his abdomen, his chest, and his arms. He was getting into the swing of things, now, as the hot water began to penetrate his senses, and his animal instincts towards me began to rise with the heat of the water, I noticed his cock beginning to come erect and firm at my touch, as I lowered my right hand so I could start to massage its pulsating expanse. My left hand continued to work the soapy washcloth over all the fibres of his body, watching his flesh come alive with each touch.
" 'Clean my cock ... clean my balls ... clean my scrotum ... clean all of me so I can penetrate your beautiful loins, mother, and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you ... !' Randy said, going into a euphoric state, as my washcloth roamed over his body and my hands massaged his penis and cock head.
" 'Yes, Randy ... I want to clean your cock and balls and shaft so that your driving dong can rivet and rotate in my cunt, and return to the place where you arose from,' I said, getting anxious at the thought of having my own son pulverize my pussy.
"My heart was beating so wildly within my chest, I thought it was going to pour right through the skin. I could feel my tits becoming hard, pink, and firm. The nipples were becoming erect, and the beads of shower water were making my whole flesh tingle with excitement. As I continued to wash down Randy's body, his large, strong hands cupped my breasts and began to massage them back and forth in beautiful motions. As Randy's hands roamed over the expanse of my flesh, my cunt began to lubricate with a dampened love juice. I could feel my love button, the clitoris, hardening rapidly under my hair lined gash, and I anticipated with glee what was going to proceed between Randy and I.
" 'Yes, Randy, rub it ... rub my bush ... get the mound ... put your fingers in my cunt ... spread my pussy lips apart ... oh ... ah ... uh-huh ... yes, that's it ... oh shove your fingers in there ... oh, rub my crevice, go on Randy, rub my crevice!' I urged Randy to continue his ministerings as his sex-crazed fingers began to furrow deep into my mound, caressing the natal lips which were in the orifice of my cunt.
"I dropped to my knees excitedly, as each and every touch of Randy's flesh brought more passion into my loins. I took his hardening tool between my long, slender fingers and began to massage up and down along his cockshaft. Randy fell back against the shower wall, spreading his legs to give me easier access to the massagings of his organs. Randy's whole pelvis region began to beat and sway with a lustful motion, as my ministerings picked up. Randy had a giant-sized cock, for a man his age. Only sixteen, yet he had a cannon that could do battle inside the loins of any cunt in town. I was proud of my son, my Randy. I wanted to be one of the first, I hoped, to experience the pleasure that he could give. I grabbed onto his gobs of male meat even further, and made a loop with my fingers over the shaft, as my pinkie tickled his balls, and my forefinger began to massage his bulbous crown, my hands slid up and down his cockshaft. I was on my knees now, on the shower floor, going wild on Randy's balls, as my left hand, the one with the washcloth, decided to clean off that area before I put my lips on it. With gentle, loving strokes the soapy washcloth went over the expanse of Randy's cock, scrotum, and cockhead, and washed off each and every drop of flesh. Above me, Randy was moaning and groaning with excitement, as the washcloth and my fingers paid attention to his sexual regions. His wiry pubes became soapy. His cock began to soften with the touch of the hot soapy washcloth and then, as my fingers massaged under it, it began to harden once again.
" 'Wash it ... yes, go on wash it ... oh ... ahh ... uh huh ... rub it, mother, rub it ... rub it ... rub it massage it ... get the shaft ... Massage the fucking shaft ... get the head ... go on wash the head, and make it clean.' Randy moaned and groaned at the attentions of my washcloth and hands.
"After finishing the job of washing Randy, I dispensed with the washcloth and placed my lips" directly in front of his gyrating- joint. I took the fingers of my left hand and began to massage the underpinnings of his shaft, then continued down between his pinkening thighs, inside his crotch area, to the balls which hung within his sac. The fingers of my right hand stroked lovingly over his cockshaft and guided it toward my awaiting mouth, My lips parted anxiously to accept my son Randy's big beauty, I could not believe the feel of the smooth, satiny, untainted texture of Randy's cockhead. My own private love domain, dampened measurably, as my lips made contact with Randy's pretty prick. I squeezed his balls together, first gently, and then more roughly, as my Auctioning motion with my lips and tongue increased on his crown. I shoved the tip of my tongue into the eye in the middle of his cockhead, and as I did so I felt his whole body lurch with excited passion. His dong perked up, and the skin tightened around its throbbing expanse even further, as my lips began to encircle his cockhead and suction away at it lovingly.
" 'Suck it, mother ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... go oh, mother, lick it ... suck it ... get the shaft, wack off the shaft ... oh ... ah ... wack it, mother, wack it ... suck it ... lick it , ... yes ... faster ... oh ... ah ... faster, faster ... get it, faster ... go on, lick the shaft ... lick the head, lick the eye, lick the underside and squeeze my balls ... oh ... ah ... yes, squeeze my balls!' Randy instructed my assault on his crotch region, obviously in a state of delight.
"I could not help getting further excited and heated myself, as my hands ran over the shaft and my lips accepted the texture and throbbing of his member. I was enjoying blowing my son and licking his cock like I had never enjoyed it with anyone else before. I could remember doing it to my husband, but somehow there was not the same excitement, because I was used to his cock and this cock of my son's was a new, young, dynamic experience. Randy's cock was smooth and luxurious, and my tongue ravished away at it lovingly. As I ran my fingernails over the shaft, along the inside of his thighs, over his abdomen, and across his navel, I could hear Randy panting above me, his breath was becoming hot, heavy, rough, and in fast, rapid gasps. We were both getting turned on together, mother and son. The thought of what I was doing to him, and what his prick would do to me in a very few short moments, made me even more excited as I picked up the pace on his schlong.
"Randy could no longer accept the ministerings of my mouth, tongue, and lips on his cock. He pushed me gently off his organ, and layed my back down on the shower floor, as the hot beads of water poured from the shower head into my stomach, and over my breasts. Randy's body followed right behind those beads of water, and he laid its full expanse over mine next to me on the shower floor. My whole pelvic region and crotch began to do a dance, and I rose on my haunches expecting the jollies that I would soon get, as my cunt dampened even further. Randy furrowed his sex-crazed fingers into my gash, and separated the pussy lips and drove towards the hardening love button. Once he had that nubbin in his grasp, he took it between his thumb and forefinger and massaged it gingerly to make it harden even more, and direct the electric passions that were shooting throughout my body. My loins, flesh, veins, arteries, and fibres came alive, as Randy picked up the pace on my cunt.
" 'Come on, son ... mom wants you to fuck her ... and suck her ... and plow your fucking prick through her loins and batter them until they bleed ... Go on ... oh ... ah ... yes ... that's it, stick your fingers in further ... Stick them in, go on, get my cunt ... oh ... ah ... shove your fucking sex-crazed finger in mother's hole ... get the hole ... pulverize my pussy with your fingers ... go on now, Randy, get my breasts, suck on my tits ... love my nipples ... get the hills, get the valleys, oh ... ahh ... suck ... That's it, suck ... you've got it now ... that's right ... faster ... stick your fucking fingers in faster ... get my tits ... my nipples ... oh ... AHHH ... Randy ... Randy ... Randy!' I moaned, groaned, and shouted instructions at Randy, as he spread my legs wide with his knee and his body pressed over mine, his lips finding the budding orbs, which were becoming firm to the touch of his tongue. I wanted him to love, massage, stroke, beat, and pulverize every inch of my exposed flesh on that shower room floor.
"Randy took his instructions like a well-seasoned trooper. His fingers furrowed deeper into my gash and rubbed the area over my vaginal opening. The crisp, now dampened wet foliage of my fur-covered beast, began to throb with excitement. My twat twitched, my hole was ripe for the taking now, as Randy pressed my arched back into the shower room floor with the weight of his body, and his lips and tongue began to rim the edges of my glowing orbs. My nipples, on top of my mountains, swelled with excitement and began to elongate with Randy's every touch. He now had his left hand cupped over my left tit, and was encircling the nipple area with his tongue and kneading at it and gnawing at it with his teeth. I could see that my once milk-white breasts were now red, and getting redder with his every stroke.
" 'I want you in me, you motherfucking bastard son ... I want you fucking in me ... I want you to stroke in me deep, hard, fast, firm, and rhythmically ... ohh ... suck my tits ... suck my nipples ... go on ... Randy ... oh ... ah ... ugh ... uh huh, that's it ... go on, suck those tits, oh shove your fingers in there, come on, Randy, come on shove ... Shove ... faster ... harder, I want your fucking cock pounding my pussy ... now!' I shrieked at Randy to continue the pace on my tits, and then to shove his ejaculating member into my loins.
"That cool, damp itching that I was experiencing between my thighs, from Randy's mutilating my tits and cunt with his sex-crazed tongue and fingers, was coming to a head. Spasms of joy were shooting up and down along my spine from the base of it to my neck, as Randy finally heeded my call and shoved his rocket into my cunt. The penetration of Randy's pounding prick into my pussy lips, was the most exquisite feeling I could ever have the pleasure of sensing, as I realized it was my own son, who I had given birth to, that was now returning to the womb to love it, and pulverize it with the passions of love. My cunt ached, my rectum ached, my tits ached, and my whole body came alive with sensation, with the realization of what was going on above me, and in me. All I knew is that I wanted my beautiful son's cock to pound away at my insides and bring me to the heated passion that had long since welled in there and I thought were dying. Randy's body was now fully on top of me, and his lips were assaulting mine, his tongue pouring into my mouth, as his cock pounded away into my cunt. His free hand rubbed and massaged the regions of my breasts. I was a mass of total electric shock, as the assault of his penis pulverized into my loins and he gained further entrance with each and every thrust. My cunt drank in the glory of his cock, as he strove for more response from me with each and every pounding thrust. I could feel myself moaning deep from my throat, and my body clung to his as close as possible as he sank his pulverizing pecker further into my loins. I took both of my hands and wrapped them behind his buttocks, and ran the fingers over the ravine in between them and along his balls, to bring as much of him into my hole as was possible. I squeezed Randy's fucking hairy testicles together, and his shaft got even harder as he stroked in me with the rhythm that a boy his age should not have had as yet.
" 'Stroke it in me, you motherfucking son ... go on rocking, rolling Randy ... sock it to me ... pump it in me , ... pulverize my pussy ... pound my fucking pussy ... stroke, baby, stroke ... stroke it in there ... don't stop now ... go on stroke ... AHH ... OHHH ... pump it ... fucking pump your fucking cock into my fucking parting pussy lips ... shove ... drive ... drive your fucking dong in there, Randy ... jerk your hot fucking rod in there ... go get it ... pound it ... push ... push ... shove ... pump ... rotate ... gyrate ... get it ... oh yes ... deeper ... faster ... pump it in faster ... Randy, faster ... get it ... go get it now ... oh ... ah ... pump ... shove ... drive ... sock it in there ... go on, don't stop ... don't stop now ... don't stop for anything ... Go on now, pump ... shove ... !' I was now livid with rage and shouting at Randy to pulverize every inch of my parting pussy.
"Randy's cock was going through motions and contortions inside my cunt that would have brought any woman alive with passionate frenzy. In even, controlled, yet violent throbbing strokes, Randy's hardening member found all the nooks and crannies inside my love groove and explored them with his cockhead and shaft, and I only hoped that every inch of that vast expanse could have been shoved into my opening cunt. The vaginal walls of my pussy, contracted to accept his further abuse, as his lathering cock did battle with my cunt. While his cock shoved, battered, beat, mutilated, and tantalized my twat, his hands were ravishing my tits, and making them not only pink, but now red, hard, and firm. The nipples were standing up all by themselves pointing majestically at the ceiling, and he buried his teeth into my neck, giving me a hickey. My switch of womanhood was filled up with that giant, rotating cock, and was being shoved from side to side, up and down, rotated, gyrated, laid, relayed, and parlayed from every possible angle as his cock began to pound relentlessly, and unstopping into my tender loins. Randy's erection was so swollen and throbbing that my cunt was being choked from its fulfillment. My furry tender beast, with the crisp foliage, cried out to me, as Randy pounded away unmercifully at my flesh. My whole organic structure, and body, came alive as the nerve endings of my flesh tingled with excitement, and Randy throbbed, pulsated, and bruised every region of that area.
" 'Holy motherfucking Christ ... oh ... ah ... what a fucking fuck you are, motherfucker ... you cocksucking, motherfucking, bitch ... oh ... ah ... squeeze my balls ... squeeze them harder ... that's it ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... ugh ... go on, squeeze my fucking balls ... squeeze them with your legs ... raise your crotch ... that's it ... You're fucking better than all the young chicks ... your cunt is so fantastically talented ... I love your fucking cunt ... I could fuck you forever, mother, dear ... but I'm afraid I'm going to spurt and spew and come love lava all inside you ... any second now ... oh ... oh pump, mother, pump ... go on raise up ... that's it, pump harder, faster ... oh ... ah ... !' Randy said in a muffled tone, as he moaned and purred, and his breath came in short, hot gasps above me as he continued his pounding motion.
"I got the impression that my young stud son, the obvious prick and pussy pleaser of all the girls in town, could go on fucking forever and ever, so unlike his fucking father. How lucky I was, to have discovered, that from my very womb, came a sexually fulfilling, sex-crazed, fucking frenzied fucking machine, that I could have at my very beck and call. The thought of the many times that Randy and I could now go at it, with the realization that we had discovered one another as sexual beings, not just mother and son, drove me even more wild. I could not even feel the hot beads of water coming from the shower head, as all my attention was centered on the vaginal area, which was still contracting around his pulverizing prick. Randy's dickie-doo dong was really doing the job on my organic structure, as that lathering cock continued to throb, pulsate, gyrate, and rotate within my loins, bringing me to heights of sexual ecstasy that a mother should not ever be able to expect from her son, let alone her husband.
" 'Oh, son ... oh, my fucking son ... You're so ever-loving, motherfucking divine I can't believe it ... oh ... ah ... you're what every young mother needs ... a new lease on life ... you're cock will be my second son ... and it will pound and pulverize my loins and shove in and out of my mouth, spurting and spewing its love juice, semen, and lava all over my tongue, lips, cunt, pussy hair, mound, bush, and gash and oh ... ah ... I love it ... pump ... faster ... harder ... deeper, drive your fucking, driving dong into me deeper, faster, harder ... go on, oh ... AHH ... go on my son, drive it in faster and deeper and don't ever stop ... Fuck mommie, fuck mommie, fuck mommie where she wants to be fucked. Go on, Randy, fuck your mommie. Ah ... OHH ... UH HUH ... Keep it up, don't stop, Randy, you motherfucker!' I shouted to the heavens as Randy pounded his pecker further and harder and faster into my loins.
"As Randy's cock throbbed and pulsated deeper into my private domain, I could feel my whole insides responding to his penetrations, going towards that ultimate sexual climax. I knew I was going to have an orgasm, and just knowing it was almost as fulfilling as having it itself. Every inch of my being, every fibre, every vein, every cranny, every nook, every thing that was me, or about me, or in me, began to vibrate with excitement, reaching the crescendo that would ultimately end in an orgasmic climax. Our flanks beat and throbbed and attacked and mutilated and tantalized one another, and I could tell Randy above me was reaching that point himself.
" 'Oh, mother ... you're motherfucking divine ... oh ... ahhhh ... what a fucking fuck ... OHH ... AHHH ... I can't stand it ... oh ... squeeze ... squeeze tighter ... I'm going to come all over the fucking floor ... At least the fucking shower will be able to wash all that come off the floor ... OHH ... AHH ... that's right, mother, cop my joint ... cop it with your fingers ,.. squeeze my balls ... squeeze my fucking ass with your legs, bring me in deeper, deeper, deeper, mother, deeper ... oh ... ah ... UH-HUH ... ' Randy murmured with delight, as I followed his instructions and squeezed at his buttocks with my legs and calves, and slid my fingers under his thighs, and rubbed his balls together.
"As one, our bodies became rigid and tingling with excitement. For one brief moment they were just suspended in space and animation, and then let out a final burst, as our loins poured forth into one another. On the one hand I could feel the electricity of his hot, gooey, oozing jizz spurting and spewing, and filling the cavity between my thighs with love. As Randy's rod ejaculated into my cunt, I rotated from side to side and my ass swayed lustfully to accept the juices that his pounding pecker poured in my pussy. On the other hand, Randy was rotating above me, as my insides poured on to his cockhead and one beautiful mutual orgasmic substance. Waves of semen, and love lava, were intermixing and forming the most glorious of love's juices within my cunt region.
" 'Randy, my son ... oh my motherfucking son ... you big beautiful bruiser ... I love you ... I fucking love you!' I told Randy the obvious, as I accepted more of his semen, that encircled my love cavity.
"When the love bout was over, Randy and I kissed longingly on the floor like two lovers, who had just discovered one another. It was strange that we had just discovered this mutual attraction, and we'd been living under the same roof in such close proximity for over sixteen years. We turned off the shower, and the steamy bathroom filled up as the shower door opened. We wiped each other off lovingly with the towels, and proceeded to dress slowly. Finally, Randy took the car keys, which were the intention of his mission when he came into the bathroom in the first place. And told me that he might be a little late for dinner. I watched him go, and looked upon the back of his being, as he walked out the door, knowing that it would not be the last time we enjoyed such a delightful union of mother and son."
CASE I-INTERVIEW II
I noticed that Judy was still rather nervous, in confronting me with her story, as she sat before my desk in the black hair, to begin her second session. The nature of her first experience with her son, Randy, was certainly a strange, and intriguing one. I thought to myself it must have been quite an interesting relationship that was developing with her obviously sexually mature son, Randy. It did not appear to me that Judy sought out her son, because she was lonely, or horny for sex. From the way she told me the story, and related the sexual incidents with Randy, it appeared to me that there was some more mysterious bond between the two, that needed exploring and exploiting if we were going to get to the real roots of her problem and solve it.
"Judy, I'm very interested as to how Randy reacted to this whole sudden sexual situation between you and he." I asked Judy to begin the second session.
"From the time of our first sexual union, that I described to you last time, Randy began to treat me not like a mother, but like one of his young chicks. The only time he treated me like a mother would be when his father was around, and those times were few and far between. Otherwise, it was just like we were two young college kids sharing an apartment or a home.
"Do you want to explain that relationship to me a little more in depth, I'm not sure what you mean, Judy?" I further queried Judy to find out what type of treatment she was receiving from Randy.
"For instance, he would bring home pot, and we would smoke it, get stoned, and do all sorts of sexual acts and perversions. Like I said, we acted just like two college kids, sharing living quarters. We would walk around the house hand in hand, putting our arms around one another, kissing, fighting, throwing pillows, and doing all the other things kids do along with that glorious sex." Judy continued to explain her strange relationship with Randy.
"Did Randy's father know?" I asked Judy.
"No ... not as yet." Judy replied.
"Would you tell me more about this relationship?" I continued to query Judy to find out more in depth what was going on between her and Randy.
"I think you might be interested in the time at which our relationship went from within the confines of the house, out into the world ...
"One bright spring day, Randy and I decided to drive out into the country, at the base of the hills, to go on a long, leisurely picnic. We were both dressed very loosely and casually, and I, myself, had no underwear on, We drove out to the camp site, with the top down, and I began to get excited as the breeze blew through my hair, and my hands began to run over Randy's thigh. Randy had decided to make this picnic one hell of an exciting day, and had brought along some pot that he had just picked up from a friend that was guaranteed to get us stoned out of our minds. I was looking forward anxiously to what the afternoon had in store as we came nearer to the campsite. The day was even more exciting, because it marked the first time that Randy and I had carried the relationship outside the house. We were now before the public for all to see, together mother and son, and I was sitting next to Randy as he drove, massaging his leg, just like one of his young girlfriends would do.
"Randy seemed to be calm, self-assured, and at ease with the situation. Like I told you, for many months, Randy treated me just like one of the other girls, and we had quite a unique relationship going between mother and son. We approached the picnic grounds, and walked along the wooded trail to a secluded spot by a stream at the base of the foothills. It was a warm day, the sun shone brightly, and for all intents and purposes it seemed as if we were alone under the sun and sky. We spread out a blanket, next to the picnic table, placed the food to one side, laid down on our backs, and took long drags on the pot. The warmness of the day combined with the smell of blossoming flowers, and the pot, drove our heads into a euphoric, sensual state.
" 'Let's go for a swim, mom,' Randy said, as he stood up slowly and began to take off all his clothes before me.
" 'Sounds like a great idea. Randy.' I said, in agreement to his suggestion.
"We both gingerly, and excitedly, helped one another off with our clothes. We stood before each other for a brief moment stark naked and embraced for one, long, deep, sensual soul kiss. The moisture of his lips on mine made my twat tingle with excitement and dampen in anticipation. His tongue, and rough hot breath that followed it, poured between my lips into my mouth, and as our tongues danced a duet and encircled one another, I became even more turned on to the experience that was before us. The cool embrace, that we shared, and the touch of our flesh upon flesh, and the contacts of our tongues, mouths, lips and teeth gnawing and encircling one another, added even more to the aura of the day. The pot was now overcoming all our senses, and sending us soaring to new heights of expectation.
"Randy took my hand, and led me rapidly to the edge of the water, where he proceeded to lift me up like a small toy and threw me into the blue, clear pool below. The coolness of the water, made my flesh tingle. Randy followed close behind me into the pond. We swam out to where the water was over our heads and clung to each other, kissing more deeply than we had on the shore. Excitedly, we began to swim around underneath the water and explore the depths of this private lagoon. Not only did we explore nature in that way, but we grazed against one another bodies and explored the expanse of them. Underneath the pond, Randy's talented hands found the expanse of my orbs, and the elongated nipples on their ends which were pointing upwards with his touch. He then slid his hand down beneath my crotch, and began to furrow his fingers deep into the groove within. I responded by taking his darting dong into my hand, and massaging up and down along the shaft with loving strokes. Having sex underneath the water, was a new, different, and a wholly exhilarating and exciting experience. As I brought my head up from underneath the pond to get a breath of air, Randy remained below, and dove between my legs, spreading them widely and sticking his tongue into my cunt, shoving it upwards. The feeling of that tongue furrowing into my love groove, underneath the water, was one of the most unbelievable experiences I have ever had.
" 'Yes, Randy, shove your tongue, nose, head, arms and hands up into my cunt ... Ah ... OHHH ... Oh, that feels terrific ... marvelous ... Divine ... I can't stand it ... Keep it up ... Oh yes, shove your tongue in there, Randy, deeper ... Deeper ... " I shouted to the sky with delight, as Randy continued to work over my fur covered love gash.
"My body was ecstatic with excitement, as Randy continued his assault on the frontal passage of my sex underneath the water. I knew he could not stay down there forever, and in a few moments he raised his head above the surface of the water to meet me in a long, passionate kiss, and to get some air. To reciprocate the great jollies he had given me, I left him above the surface and dove down underneath the water and found the dangling participle between his legs, took the tool in my mouth and began to suction furiously at it beneath the depths of the lagoon. Randy's flesh and loins rotated wildly, as I had the cock, shaft, and balls between both of my hands and was suctioning away madly at the bulbous head, which was still soft because of the water. Above the surface of the water, I could hear the sound of Randy purring, shaking, and mumbling some sort of excited, delighted call, but the exact things he was saying was muffled to my ears because of the water that separated us. I continued to lovingly massage, suck away, and lick on his whole organic assembly, obviously to his delight. Even underneath the pool of water, Randy's dick began to respond to my ministerings, as he began to shoot forward like a totem pole, erect, hard and majestic. I did not want Randy to come off, and shoot his load underneath the water, and spoil the glorious sex that we could possibly have in the open air, on the beach underneath the sunshine, so I stopped the ministerings on his dangling dick, and rose to the surface and began to swim towards the shore. Randy, knowing obviously what I had in mind, followed suit rapidly, and so our feet both touched shore, we raced as rapidly as possible back to the picnic site. Naked, dripping, the water of the lagoon, we laid down and let the sun dry off our soaking wet bodies. While we waited for that to happen, we increased our sensational excitement, by taking long, long drags of another joint of pot that Randy produced.
"The sun, the air, the breeze, the flowers, the pot, and the mood, along with Randy laying next to me, his body touching mine at the legs, was driving exquisite feelings up and down my spine. As we finished the pot, Randy, my ever loving son, went down underneath between my legs and began to lick away at the insides of my pinkening thighs, as my crotch was spread before him, spread-eagled, ready for his talented tongue to penetrate the insides of my loins and drive me more wild than I could ever hope to expect. Lovely Randy's hands began to separate those thighs and pussy lips even further, as he crawled beneath my legs, into a position that would enable him to eat, suction away at my naval, my cunt, and pounding pussy.
" 'Yes, Randy, you've got the idea, son, I want you to eat mother ... I want you to eat her, suction away at her, lick her pussy clean like a cat ... Oh ... Ahh ... Uh huh ... That's it, oh in deeper, put your fucking fingers in deeper, you fucking fool ... Put your fingers in deeper, lick, suck on mother's pussy lips, stick your tongue in there, follow it in, ream it out, cream it out, get the pussy ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Go on, Randy, go on Randy, uh huh ... give mother her jollies ... She wants her jollies ... Drink in the juices of mother's succulent cunt ... Oh ... Ah ... Go on, Randy, go on!' I said to my son, Randy, as he began to work over my creamy things with his tongue, hands and furrow his fingers even deeper into my crotch, separating the pussy lips farther to make room for his glorious, talented tongue.
"Randy pursued my crotch area, like a man possessed, yet at the same time with tender, gentle, loving, talented motions. My legs were now totally spread out before my son, I rose up on my haunches, got up on my knees, to make the access and entry of his tongue and fingers and lips more easy. Randy was on his knees leaning forward between my legs and pending over, to administer his motions to my groin. Both Randy's hands, fingers extended widely, were massaging the insides of my thighs, as his fingers poked between the fur-covered mound, into the parting pussy lips, and separated the gash to make room for that pulverizing tongue; the tongue that was as thick as the cock.
" 'The tongue ... Oh yes, the fucking tongue ... I want your fucking tongue eating me, sucking me, suctioning me ... Oh, Randy, go on stick your fucking tongue in there, oh yes, oh get the clit ... Get the clit ... Get the fucking love button ... Get that nubbin ... Go on ... Oh ... Ah ... Tongue the clit ... Tongue that ever loving, fucking clit ... Go on you son of a bitch ... You son of a motherfucking bitch, bastard, father and a cocksucking, cuntlicking mother ... Go on, smuck ... Lick away at your mother's cunt ... Get mommie's cunt ... Oh ... Ah ... Yes, Randy ... Yes, Randy!' I further urged him, to administer to my groin with his tongue, and to lick away at my insides as the passions within me welled up and my cunt dampened immeasurably.
"As my darling, beautiful, gorgeous, talented, fucking son, Randy, worked away at the insides of my crotch, my hands slid over his neck and back, and my fingernails dug into his flesh, as I could not stand the pain as passionate pleasure of his advances. The assault that Randy was making on my pussy region, was designed to drive me wild and ecstatic with passionate joy. It certainly was doing its job. The plan was working. Fucking Randy knew what to do, like a man far beyond his years. He was much the superior lover of his father, and he was almost one-third the age. Randy's tongue, his mouth, his teeth, his lips, the whole assembly that he used to talk and eat, was making a Thanksgiving feast on my cunt regions. His tongue was destined to find every single hidden nook, groove, and cranny in my love crevice. I shoved my whole cunt into his face, as I thrust my ass upward, and the livid vaginal membrane underneath, shook with excitement and anticipation at what was to follow, as the love button hardened, and the slit widened to accept anything that he had to offer. Randy's sex-crazed fingers were spreading my cunt wider and wider, and his tongue was going in deeper and licking from the top to the bottom of my cunt, and going crazily over the top of my love button. My pussy lips now parted to their extent, my switch of womanhood was electric with passion as his tortuous tongue plowed inward and lubricated my tunnel with spit, and the saliva of love. He continued to massage, work over and rub the hair lined cunt lips with his fingers, as that tongue worked its way around underneath my fur-covered mound deeper, deeper, deeper, into the cunt region below. 'I could feel the vaginal walls contracting around it, to meet it, like it would his dangling dong if it were fucking me. Randy sucked away unmercifully, like he was sucking on a malted at the corner malt shop, or sucking away at a lollypop, and licking it clean.
" 'Suck my cunt ... Suck my motherfucking, juicy cunt ... It wants you ... , Suck ... Feast ... Faster ... Plow your fucking tongue in there ... Randy, fucker ... Suck ... Suction ... Lick ... Go on motherfucker ... Lick ... Oh ... Ah ... Lick the fucking nookie ... Get the cunt ... Pulverize my pubes . , . Furrow in the furry beast ... Furrow in the foliage ... Go on, man lubricate my fucking cunt ... Spit in it ... Drool in it ... Lick it ... Suction it ... Get every fucking nook and cranny in my fucking love groove ... Bite my clit, oh yes, ah ... OH ... Bite my clit, Randy, bite my fucking clit ... Take my clit in your fingers and teeth, gnaw it, and chew at it ... Make the pussy juices flow ... Go ... My hole is ripe and ready for your tongue and your cock ... and your feet and anything else you want to shove in there ... !" I moaned at Randy, to send his tongue, his cock, and anything else he wanted into my cunt as it was now ready for anything he could produce.
"Randy was a fucking super-man. He was a sexual machine. A beast of sexual burden. He did not know when to stop, and with each and every lick and suck at my cunt, he got more turned on and ready for sexual activity. He had not even thought about his joint being copped, the rock hardness that dangled between his legs and shot out from his fur covered crotch. His gobs of male meat were now hard and I saw his riveting organ, ready to pulverize my loins. His erect instrument, his weapon for destruction, was ready to do battle with me, and my body became highly tuned and sensitive to the thought of what type of love we could make in the outdoors underneath the sun and the sky. Randy took me by the hand, and led me over to the top of the picnic table, where he laid down on his back and brought me over his thighs, and as I faced him with my legs sprawled over his, I was sitting on his cock, and ready to have its head pound gloriously up into my inner regions. His cock, rock hard, erect, swollen, and beating like a cannon ready to shoot off its balls in battle, was poised just underneath my throbbing pussy. I wanted his fucking, darting, jerking, hot rod dong to pulverize my insides, and with this thought in mind, I grabbed the shaft in my tender, slender fingers and began to work up and down furiously as my thighs spread apart and my pussy lips followed suit, so he would be able to insert that swollen head into my hair lined, oozing gash. My love button, was now rock hard like a marble, waiting for the love that Randy would make to it and the cunt below. Randy sexually, slapped and spanked my buttocks, with his hands, driving my cunt regions to an even greater sexual fury, as I began to lower my pussy over the expanse of his cock, and shaft.
" 'Holy fucking shit ... Oh ... Fuck ... Uh huh ... Go on, Randy, shove your fucking, dangling, dirty dong into my cunt ... Go on, shove it ... Shove your fucking dong up there, go on, yes, oh ... Ah ... Go on you mother fucking asshole son ... Shove that fucking mother-fucking tool into me ... Oh ... Ah ... Shove ... Shove ... Push ... Push up harder ... Higher ... , Higher ... I want your fucking cock in me higher ... Higher, you mother-fucker, oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Oh shit ... Fuck ... !' I shrieked to the sky, to the heavens, and nature, pleading for Randy to shove his cock into me farther, as that first penetration drove my body wild with frenzy and I got exquisite sensations of sexual feeling at his every touch.
"I took my left hand, and dug the nails on the tips of my fingers, into the hair that covered his abdomen and his navel regions. As I worked my hands, fingers, palms, and nails over that area, I could hear Randy pant, moan, and purr with excitement underneath me. With my right hand, I reached behind my ass and underneath my buttocks to stroke his balls and shaft and stick it further up into my cunt. My legs dangled across Randy's thighs and over the edge of the picnic table as he raised his buttocks high and shoved his beautiful prick as deep, as far, and high into my cunt as it could possibly go. I got gasps of excited frenzy shooting throughout my veins, as I rode his cock like riding a wild fucking bronco.
" 'Oh fuck ... Oh shit ... Holy motherfucking shit ... Oh ... AH ... Drop your fucking tight ass motherfucking cunt on to the top of my cock ... Pound ... Pump ... Push your fucking cunt on my cock ... Drop it down ... Down ... Faster ... Pump faster ... Motherfucker ... Motherfucker ... Pound ... Pump ... Faster ... Beat it harder ... Rub my balls ... My shaft ... Get the fucking balls ... Squeeze them ... Oh ... Ah ... Oh go on you motherfucking fucker!" Randy shouted to the heavens, and for all within miles to hear, as I jumped up and down along his shaft like it was a totem pole sticking erect and firm and pointing to the heavens.
"I took my hands and whacked at Randy's battering, beating thighs, as he pounded and pulverized into the internal regions of my cunt. I was becoming totally sexually tantalized at the mutilation. The cool itching between my thighs that was so prevalent prior to our lovemaking, was now hot and livid" with sexual rage. For lack of a better way to express his passions, that were soaring to unbelievable new heights, Randy took and cupped the ends of my gigantic orbs between his hands and palms, and squeezed and beat them together furiously.
" 'Beat my orbs ... Get those tits ... The nipples ... Oh, go on beat them together ... Beat the mountains ... Get in the valleys and suck and lick in the valleys of my tits ... Oh go on, Randy, suck the nipples and knead them with your tongue and teeth ... Oh ... Ah ... Make my tits stick out firm and hard and erect and straight ... Oh ... Ah ... Knead my tits ... Knead them ... Oh love them ... Suck them ... Go on, Randy, motherfucker, motherfucker, oh ... Ah ... Get my jutting orbs and stick them in your mouth and suck on them ... Oh ... Make my nipples swell you asshole ... You mother-fucking asshole!' I shouted at Randy, telling him to make love to my tits and to beat them together and to suck on them as he pulverized my pussy with his prick.
Spasms of delight shot through the ravine between my buttocks at the majestic potency of Randy's jerking hot rod, and warm wet titillations continued to shoot throughout my body. Each one of Randy's razor sharp pounding love tokens sent continued electronic feeling darting in and out throughout my body. Randy's potency was electric, majestic, divine. Randy was now sitting practically erect as I was pounding up and down on his cock, and his mouth with his moist tongue, blazed a wet trail from my own navel up through the valleys of my tits, and over my nipples as he cupped them with his hands and suctioned away them with his mouth.
" 'That's it Randy ... Fuck and suck and lick ... Fuck ... Suck ... Lick ... Knead ... Holy motherfucking shit, oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Go on Randy, go on Randy ... Shove it in, pump it ... Stroke it, baby, stroke it ... Harder ... Faster ... Stroke your fucking prick in faster ... Jerk your gyrating joint in there faster ... Harder ... Go on, man, stick your ejaculating ejaculator in there harder ... Stroke it ... Shove your shaft in there ... Heave ... Heave ... Push ... Oh faster ... Faster ... Go on now faster ... Stick it in harder ... Deeper ... Higher ... Higher ... Higher ... Oh ... Ah ... Ugh ... !' I yelped into the winds at the top of my lungs, as exquisite feelings and sensations jerked through my body with his every stroking thrust, and the jollies that I hoped to receive were coming in waves.
"As I wallowed and thrashed on Randy's erect prick, and felt the shaft swelling, hardening, and jerking inside of me ready to spurt and spew love juices, Randy got off the bench and pushed me away from him. In one brief furious second, before I knew what hit me, or had time to think, Randy and I had changed positions. He placed me down with my back on the picnic table, and stood majestically on top of me spreading his feet over my thighs, and shoving his toe up to my cunt regions. I could not believe what was happening right before my very eyes. I was going to get toe fucked! My mother-fucking son, was now going to become a motherfucking, toe fucking son. It was amazing. Incredible. I was going wild with a frenzy of excitement and the anticipation of having his talented toes bursting throughout my loins and battering my pussy as I came in a glorious climax around their hardness.
" 'I'm going to stomp on your fucking cunt with my feet ... motherfucking dear ... I'm going to pulverize your pussy with my feet ... I'm going to step all over your fucking twat ... and shove my toes and feet in there and get that love button ... And mutilate your pussy ... And tantalize it with my toes ... !' Randy said, as he jubilantly and gaily danced above me sticking one foot, and then the other, into the gash underneath my bush.
"My once creamy white thighs, were now reddened from the abuse that they were taking from Randy's feet and toes. He ran the nails of his toes all over those thighs and I could see little streams of blood spurting, but it felt fantastic. Randy was actually doing a dance right between my thighs, sticking his heel in and then dragging all his toes through the expanse of my cunt. This was the weirdest sexual experience I had ever had to date. My hole was ripe and ready as it had been just prior to the entrance of his glorious cock. Now, with his feet working wildly at the inside of my nookie bush, I was going absolutely bananas with frenzy.
" 'Your toes ... Your fucking toes ... Plow your toes in deeper ... Now , .. Step on me ... Randy, fucker ... Step on my cunt hairs ... Step on my button ... Step on my hardening button ... Kick my swatch of womanhood ... Get my fucking sex crazed cunt ... Batter my bush with your feet ... Mash on my mound ... Part my pussy lips ... Kick me ... Twist ... Twist inside my twat ... Jump into my cavern with your feet ... Jump and stick your whole body and legs and feet in there ... Oh ... Ah ... Oh, I can't stand it ... Faster ... Faster, ... stick your feet in faster ... Shove your toes in ... Oh ... Ah ... My vaginal wall will contract around your toes like it would your cock or your tongue ... Stick your feet in ... Jump in my fucking love cavern!' I continued to shout at Randy wanting him to abuse and batter my reddening thighs and the region that layed beneath under that parting love bush.
"Randy kept up his assault on me, never stopping for a second, and it became so violent that I grabbed on to his calves and squeezed them with my nails, and blood spurted from them as well as they did from my thighs. I could feel the hardness, thickness, and strength of his big toe wrecking the inside of my loins, and as it did so, I became even more wild with rage. As Randy dived his feet into the depths of my waiting dong bush, I no longer could stand the pain.
" 'I'm going to fucking suck on your goddamn cock you motherfucking asshole son, if you don't stop jabbing your toes into my loins. Oh don't stop ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't stop ... Kick me ... Jab me ... Jump on me ... Thrust ... Bruise ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Go get it ... Shove your fucking toe in there, oh ... It feels so good, oh, faster ... Faster ... Go on ... fuck me with your foot, fuck me with your fucking foot ... Oh ... Ah ... Go on fucking Randy with your toes, that's it, your toe ... Oh ... Ah ... Fuck me with your fucking toe ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Get the twat, Randy, get the fucking twat,' I urged Randy's assault on my body to an even greater pitch.
"As I promised Randy a second earlier, I took his cock, now throbbing from the lack of completion that it had before, and stuck its rotating, gyrating swelling being into the cavern of my mouth. I must admit we were quite a goddamn mother-fucking sight, as I sat there sucking on his lathering cock which was rotating unbearably from my touch, and his toe was shoved into the very insides of my love cavern. My whole vaginal region, was engulfed, engrossed, and wrapped around that fucking foot, as his other foot nibbed over my abdomen and shoved into my navel. I was a bundle of electric love enchantment, as he continued to work over my crotch and my twitching twat with those feet, and tickle my navel with his toe. I sucked away at his hair covered war weapon with my lips, and suctioned madly as I could not take any further abuse from his feet.
" 'Suction at my cock ... Suck it you motherfucker ... Suck ... Blow ... Lick ... Lick my fucking cock ... Cop my goddamn joint ... Get my gobs of fucking male meat ... Oh mother, you're so sweet I can't stand it ... You're the greatest mother a guy ever had, you motherfucker! Oh ... Ah ... Go on, mother, suck it ... Lick it ... Lick sonny boy's cock. Lick rough Randy's pecker ... Go on, mother, eat it, eat my cock ... Squeeze my balls, oh get it. Make a meal.,. Squeeze and eat ... Oh ... Ah ... Oh I can't stand it, go on suck away, mother, suck away ... Oh shit, oh you motherfucking beautiful divine cunt, oh ... Ah ... !' Randy told me exactly what he felt of me and the ministerings that I was making to his gorgeous lovely dong.
"Randy's maddening monster toe, wrenched my loins apart and tore into my pussy with a reckless abandon. There was no sensual passion to this toefuck, it was blatant raw sex at its highest and best point. The in-sides of my body responded with the shooting essence of a woman's love lava as it poured on to the top of Randy's talented toe. With the seepage of my insides and the excitement that my body was going through in a wretched orgasm, Randy responded by shoving the toe in deeper, faster, and harder, making my oozing honey pot underneath the foliage, go ecstatic with sexual rage. At the same time, that I was coming on Randy's toe, his bruising, battering cock, could take no more of my lips and tongue, and responded by spurting and spewing love's lather in waves of semenous delight on to my lips, and tongue. I continued to suck and lick him off, and make sure that he got the delight that he so richly deserved.
" 'Oh, mother ... Oh, you sweet mother ... Oh ... Ah ... Suck it off, mother, suck it off ... Lick your Randy clean ... Oh go on mother, lick it ... Oh ... Yes ... Uh huh ... Lick fucking Randy clean!' Randy moaned and groaned in obvious satisfaction as I licked and sucked away at his pulsating member and it spurted the last remnants of semen on to my tongue, and died a thousand deaths.
"Randy and I had done it again. Mother and son, wretching, wallowing and thrashing with each other in beautiful sexual frenzy, and then having mutual orgasm no matter how we tried it. Toe to cunt, mouth to cock, it didn't matter as long as we were one. What a team! What a relationship!"
CASE I-INTERVIEW III
There she was again, Judy, the lovely mother of an only child, Randy, thirty-four years old and looking almost half of her age, sitting before me in a sensual pose. I thought to myself what an amazing, unbelievable love relationship, that this mother and son had started up. Naturally it was not legal, nor moral, but it was the most beautiful incestuous affair that I had yet heard about in my years of practice. From Judy's relation of the incidents, they were perfectly compatible love objects the mother and son and not only that, they carried on a relationship just as boyfriend and girl friend did only without the fights. Obviously Judy must have been worried about the relationship and where it could end, or she would not be sitting in front of me. I searched my mind for the answer of how I was going to tell her that it was wrong, why it was wrong, and what to do about it, when obviously her relationship with her husband had nowhere to go. As I pondered these things over in my mind, I decided to get to the substance of this final interview.
"What type of relationship actually did you have with your husband, Judy?" I asked Judy, wanting to delve deeper into her feelings for her husband.
"As I told you, my husband is constantly traveling. When he's home he's always making some sort of excuse like he is-too tired from his trip to engage in sex, or to make any affectionate, passionate advances toward me like a wife at all. My husband has thought of some dillies in his day as to why he was not in the mood to screw when he came back from a business trip. Even if he was home for a couple three weeks at a time, which was a rarity in itself, he did not seem to be around long enough to get anything started with me. We lived under the same roof, more or less, and shared the same name, but we really did not have a marriage in any other way," Judy explained the relationship with her husband further.
"I see, Judy, would you say that your husband is no longer interested in you as a physical object?" I further queried Judy about that relationship.
"I think you've hit the nail on the head there, doctor. I don't feel that he is sexually attracted to me any more, and now after Randy, the same is obviously true towards him," Judy responded openly.
"Then I would be interested in knowing exactly how you feel about Randy." I pursued a different train of conversation trying to find out more deeply about her relationship with Randy.
"Randy is my lover!" Judy said emphatically and firmly telling me exactly how she felt about her son.
"I see," I said, in acceptance of her explanation. "Then why don't you tell me what happened next that caused you to come here?" I continued.
"I guess it was the development of my sexual relationship with my son. Randy, and the roads that it began to take that really worried me. One day, when we were pursuing our usual fun and games, something really interesting happened ...
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" 'Come over here for a minute, mother, I want to talk to you,' Randy said to me, one day after school when we were both again home alone.
"Every day when we were together, we would usually engage in some sort of sexual play. I would either wack Randy off and blow him, or he would fuck me and eat me, or we would go sixty-nine or anything to increase the love and affection we had, and the physical attraction. During my physical relationship with Randy, we had even done more interesting things, such as he lucked me with a dildo, and I used a vibrator on him, and he fucked me through the ass, and such things as that. Our sexual relationship had gone to the point where it didn't matter what we did, or how we did it, but the fact that we could be alone together and enjoy each other's body and soul was all that mattered. It had gotten to the point that a mother-son relationship should just not be at. I was becoming increasingly aware of the nature of the relationship, and afraid that something would happen to shatter it. I was being fulfilled like a woman, for the first time in a long, long time and I did not want to give it up. I did not think about the right or wrong involved in the relationship, nor about my selfish husband. He was only interested in his business, not in me, or Randy. He supplied us with the money and the material things, but not the love that we needed. It was unnatural that we were thrust together, but the physical attraction of each of us was something that we could not have been explained.
" 'What is it that you wanted to talk to me about, Randy?' I asked him, as I sat down across from him on the couch.
" 'I love you, mother! I love you more than anything, anyone, anyplace, imaginable in this whole world. I love you not only as my mother, but as my girl friend. I know it's not right, or even normal for such a relationship to exist but it does. There's nothing I can do about it, nor that I want to do about it. I just wanted to tell you this because I don't want you to worry about our relationship. Let's just enjoy it like any two young people would. I know that you're twice my age, but you don't act like it and when we have sex together it's just like we are one. I bring out the best in you, and you bring out the best in me and there's nothing that should keep us apart,' Randy said, sincerely looking into my eyes and as he did so turning me on to him like I was before.
" 'Come on Randy, I've got a great idea for some more fun and games,' I said wanting to get at him, and lighten the conversation that was becoming very, very heavy.
" 'I'm game for anything!' Randy said, as he took my hand and I led him into the kitchen.
"When we got into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and looked in it to decide what types of goodies that we could use to place on each other's body. Randy practically read my mind, and we stood there and kissed for a long sensual embrace, as we began to remove each other's clothes before we opened the refrigerator. Slowly I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands over his manly chest, and slid them further into the arms of his shirt and off his body. For many moments I just stood there kissing his hair-covered chest and arms, and running my fingernails over his body. As I did this Randy gently kissed me on the top of the head, moaning and purring his delight. He brought me close to him, and as he did so he slid his masculine hands underneath my skinny rib-knit sweater top, and as his hands touched my flesh I jumped and tingled with excitement. He raised his hands and brought them away from my body and as he did so the sweater came with it and he was able to lift it gingerly over my outstretched arms and fingers and off my body. There again I stood before my son, naked with my breasts jutting out and upward in firm defiance of the acts we would indulge in. Now, with both the tops of our bodies completely naked, we embraced in his strong arms that wrapped me and drove me into his chest and my nipples became immersed in the hair on that masculine chest, and I started to become a whole live sexual beast.
"Simultaneously Randy and I began to remove the last remnants of each of our clothing, so that we could be totally free before one another to engage in any act of sex, or pleasure, that we desired. Randy's hands slid between the elastic waistband of my micro-mini skirt and my flesh, and his palms shot into that region and massaged over the rising presence of my fur-covered love bush. At the same time Randy was manipulating with my skirt, I was undoing the zipper and the belt that held his rising giant in his pants. It was the same each and every time Randy and I got together, our physical attraction was magnetic, exciting, explosive, electric. It was real. I never wanted it to stop. I got that exquisite, wet, damp feeling again, as Randy's palms worked over the area of my love gash, and the damp feeling surged within my loins, as his fingers spread my thighs apart and my skirt fell helplessly over my thighs down across my legs and down to the floor. In a brief moment I had undone Randy's pants, and slid them over his thighs and on to the floor. We both stepped out of our clothes, and all that remained were my panties and his undershorts with the obvious bulge underneath.
" Take off your own panties!' Randy said, giggling as I obeyed his orders and slid my hands underneath the waistband of my panties and removed them from my tingling body.
" 'Okay wise guy, you can do the same for yourself!' I joked back, as- he followed suit and removed his undershorts to reveal the full, swelling expanse of his rising monster cock.
"We excitedly poked around in the refrigerator, that was laden with food, to pick out the delicacies and goodies that we enjoyed best, but because we were going to eat them off one another in a sexual, sensual, fulfilling meal, Randy picked out some of the things that I liked best, for dessert. He picked the whipped cream topping, strawberries, and bananas from the refrigerator. I responded quickly, with chocolate sauce and nuts. We were going to have a sexual banana split sundae on one another's body. It was unbelievably exciting just to think about it, and I could not wait until we began.
"Randy uncovered the can of whipped topping, and began to squirt its gooey contents all over my exposed flesh. As I stood naked before Randy, he covered each and every inch of my body with the whipped cream. My skin felt all tingly and excited, as the whipped cream began to drip and run over its expanse. Randy just kept squirting the stuff on me, and laughing while he did it. He was obviously having a very good time, and so was I. He turned me around with his hand as he pointed his finger on top of my head like I was a ballerina and he squirted my rear and made sure to get enough whipped cream in the ravine between my buttocks. I was now covered from head to toe with whipped cream topping, and Randy handed me the can. I proceeded to do the same to him, making sure to cover his large, swelling member, and the pubic hairs below as Randy and I became white, whipped cream-covered twins.
"Put on the topping, mother, it's time for the fucking topping!" Randy said, urging me to continue making the sundae out of his body.
" 'Okay, Randy, what is your favorite topping?' I asked him in response.
" 'I think I would like you to put the strawberries on top of me!' Randy answered giggling and telling me what he wanted me to eat off him.
"I obeyed Randy's command, and sprinkled the cut up strawberries all over his body. As he lay down on the kitchen table, I put little sections of strawberries completely over the whipped cream-covered flesh. They stuck in and remained firm.
"I lay down next to Randy on the table, putting the toppings next to me so he could get to them and cover my body with his favorites. He took sections of bananas that I sliced up, and put them all over the regions of my rising breasts, and covered the nipples and valleys between. He made a trail of banana slices all the way down my stomach, over my abdomen, and into my crotch area where he made a clever, heart-shaped pattern that covered the entire cunt region. My flesh came alive with exquisite sensations as his hands gently placed the slices of bananas over the whipped cream, and I could feel the texture of the whipped cream against my flesh and the anticipation of the sex to follow and I became wild with excitement. I, in turn, poured heavy, thick, rich, dark chocolate sauce all over Randy's schmuck. I rubbed it in over the whipped cream to cover his testicles, his sac, his cockhead and the elongated shaft which was now swelling from my touch. I continued to spread the chocolate sauce over his pubic hairs and on his abdomen above his navel. I certainly was going to have a whole meal myself.
" 'Why don't we top the whole thing off with nuts?' Randy said, taking the nuts and handing me half of them.
"'It's' a good idea, you nut!' I said, joking back at Randy taking half of the nuts and beginning to sprinkle them over the sauce-covered areas of his body.
"Randy reciprocated immediately, taking his handful of nuts that were chopped up, and sprinkling them into my fur-covered gash and my cunt regions, and all over the expanse of my tits where the banana slices were. After the job of decorating each other in a sundae like fashion, we just stared at each other and admired the decorative job that we had done. It sure was a gas looking at each other and licking our lips and tongues at the anticipation of the exciting, tasty sex that we were going to engage in on the kitchen table. I decided to be the one to get the ball rolling, as I placed my tongue on Randy's stomach and began to lick downwards, blazing a trail between the middle of his chest and his navel. As I licked off all the whipped cream in this area, and chewed on the slices of strawberries that were strewn in the path, my tongue worked into his navel and began to encircle in it darting in and out to drive him into passionate sensations.
" 'Yes ... Oh ... Uh huh ... Stick your lovely tongue into my fucking navel ... Go on, mom ... In the fucking navel ... Then lick the fucking pubes. Get my fucking pubes, lick that great chocolate sauce off my fucking pubes and my cock and my balls and lick all around them and get the fucking strawberries and nuts that are sprinkled on top. Make a meal out of my fucking loins ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh go on, make a meal out of it!' Randy said, moaning, groaning, and urging me on with my tongue and lips.
"I became enthralled with the tasty delight of the sundae that was made for me in the area of Randy's organs. The chocolate sauce, the strawberries, and the nuts, combined with the rising expanse of his schlong, made it the tastiest meal I should ever enjoy. My tongue began to work inside the pubic hairs, which covered his abdomen from his navel down into his crotch region. I became so engrossed with his crotch and what lay underneath, that I climbed between his legs and stuck my juicy banana split whipped cream nut-covered pussy right on Randy's fucking face. That's all the motion I had to make, Randy went wild on my crevice. His tongue, just like he was in the malt shop, found that region between my thighs, and began to lick away, and suction madly at the bananas, whipped cream, and nuts that were interspersed with my fur-covered mound, and the love gash that lay just beneath the orifice of my cunt.
" 'Mmmmm ... MmHmmmm ... Oh ... Ah ... I love your fucking strawberry, chocolate sauce covered cock ... Oh ... Ah ... What a fucking meal you've got between your loins ... I can't stand how great it tastes ... Slurp ... Slurp ... Mmmmm ... Mmmmm ... Uh huh, oh does that taste fantastic! I said, lapping up the gooey chocolate sauce, and strawberry slices along with the nuts that covered his organic region.
" I made believe that I was eating a fucking banana split in a restaurant, as my tongue probed over every inch of that area, and licked from inside the navel over his abdomen, inside his pubic hairs, between his thighs, over his sac, up along that gorgeous shaft, to the bulbous throbbing cockhead. There was nothing that I left uneaten, as his whole body began to rise under my touch, and the whipped cream began to melt from the heat. As I proceeded to eat away at this luscious meal, Randy did the same to me. My entire nookie patch, was covered with the stuff he loved so much. His sex crazed tongue and fingers began to separate my thighs that were spread on top of his face so that they could have easier access to my fruit covered, nut covered whipped cream covered gash. My whole sex region, had never been so ripe nor ready for a sexual bout as it was today. My mound gyrated uncontrollably above Randy's face, as his tongue furrowed deep inside my groove to find the nooks and crannies that were filled now with whipped cream and love's juices. Randy's tongue; mouth, and lips ravished and feasted on my cunt, showing it no mercy. His fingers crushed the whipped cream, the nuts, and the bananas, in the assault on my loins. Randy sounded like he was excavating in a pit, as he plowed further into my furry beast, and assaulted its coverings and toppings.
" 'Lick my fucking rectum ... Lick my fucking rectal opening ... Get my fucking anus ... Get my balls ... My cock ... My cockhead ... Ohh ... Ah ... That's it you motherfucking, sundae licking, cocksucking, motherfucker, oh ... Ah ... Go on run your fucking tongue over my cock and my shaft and the balls, Come on lick away ... Lick ... Suck ... Blow ... Suction away ... Plow your fucking head over my cockhead and blow on it and suck on it and lick all the cream off of it ... Get the nuts ... Get the fucking nuts ... Get the strawberries ... Lick the fucking strawberries off me ... Get the fucking whipped cream, lick the whipped cream, lick me dry ... So I can come the whipped cream of my own come all over your fucking mouth ... Oh ... Ah ... That's it you fucking motherfucking bitch, oh ... Ah , ... The balls ... The fucking balls!' Randy lifted his face out of my ass and cunt for one moment to speak out his mind, and tell me what he wanted done to him.
"Warm, wet, titillations again shot through my loins, as Randy's mouth began to blaze a trail from the far reaches of my ass, through the ravine between my buttocks, over my anus, and up into my cunt. He was taking his tongue, mouth, and lips on a fucking journey over my sex charged regions and I was loving every goddamn mothersucking, loving, fucking moment of it. Every time I heard the slurping and sucking of that suctioning mouth and tongue of his, I got more needle jabs of passion that shot throughout my nerve ends, sending razor sharp love tokens throughout my loins. Randy's tongue kept probing my cunt, and my rectum, in hard, steady rhythmic strokes. This was the ultimate. This was the fucking most sensual thing I had done up to now. It was unbelievable the freedom that we enjoyed with one another, the whipped cream, the strawberry topping, the bananas, the nuts, nothing seemed to matter as long as my organs- could be involved with his.
"Randy and I were going at it hot and heavy. His dong, covered with fruit nuts, and whipped cream, was shooting out, sticking up, and begging to be loved and copped, as my cunt was spreading wider and wider, and my pussy lips parting in order-for him to gain further entrance. Our organs were telling each other exactly what we wanted done, and the weapons that we had to use, were continuing the assault and gaining further entrance into those organs. We were both moaning and groaning deeply in guttural tones. We clung to one another, suctioned, sucked, and licked, licked madly, as I sank my mouth over his cock, and he shoved his tongue up into my cunt and drank the juices that were swirling around inside. We were both getting fantastic jollies, rotating, gyrating and pulsating and throbbing and striving for continued response from one another. We did not have to strive much, as each touch drove us each farther to frenzied excited heights.
" 'Oh that's exquisite ... All ... Oh go on lick my fucking rectal opening. Get my fucking anus ... Stick your fucking tongue into my anus ... Oh that's it run it over my anus and into my cunt ... Blaze a trail in there you fucking asshole son ... You son of a bitch ... You son of a bitch ... You son of a bitching bastard ... Oh ... Ah ... Go on, attack me with your fucking tongue, oh get me with your tongue, you schmuck ... Oh ... Ah ... Lick my thighs ... Lick my cunt ... Ream my anus ... Get me ... Stick your fucking tongue into my asshole ... OHH that's it ... Oh ... Get it ... Beat it ... Beat it ... Beat my fucking anus and cunt with your tongue ... Oh I can feel the fucking electricity shooting through me ... Don't stop, Randy, ... Faster, lick faster ... Suck ... Lick and suck ... Suck and lick ... Go get it, Randy, go get it ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Ugh ... Show me no mercy, you schmuck ... Go get it you asshole son of a bitch ... Oh ... Ah ... Probe ... Furrow ... Ream ... Cream ... Faster ... Lick ... Make believe I'm your fucking, motherfucking banana split ... I'm to be eaten and you're to be eaten as well ... !' I urged Randy's attentions into my rectal opening and my cunt, as I lifted my head off of his cock long enough to instruct him.
"Our bodies were so heated now, that we were both dripping and running from sweat, which merged with the whipped cream which was melting into the strawberries, bananas, chocolate, sauce and nuts. We were one fucking mess. We looked like ten meals, instead of two. What had started out as two beautifully decorated bodies, was now one mass of gooey, oozy, sticky, sweaty, fruit and whipped cream. As I licked off Randy's hairy testicles, and got the chocolate sauce away from his throbbing shaft I could tell that it was turning red, and purple, and wanting to be loved, sucked, blown, and fucked. There was no denying that his prick was having its jollies, as he thrusted down oh to my waiting mouth and lips, showing no mercy.
"We continued with this succulent sixty-nine, for perhaps another ten minutes. By now, Randy and I were both so much in heat, that we wanted to be totally satisfied and fucked by one another. The interior of my vaginal walls, now damp and excited with electricity, from the lovemaking, yearned for Randy's cock to be pounding, pulverizing, and battering inside it as it contracted to accept more and more of him. Randy was getting the hint, underneath me his body was shaking, rotating, riveting to and fro, in anticipation of the next segment of love battle.
"Like a mad dog in heat, Randy rose to the occasion. He rolled me over on my back, and thrust the full weight of his expansive body on to my chest and side, almost crushing my rib cage, and he began suctioning away and rubbing my tits madly as the nipple shot out and into his mouth. I had never seen Randy quite so worked up or excited, as he worked over those tits madly like a man possessed with one thing in mind. All I could Jo was to dig my fingers into his whipped cream covered arms, and body, and hold on for dear life as he clung to me and began to sink his throbbing member into my loins. Showing my pussy no mercy, Randy shoved that fucking dong deeper and deeper between my lips as I became more spread-eagled on the table to accept his fullness. There was no tender passion like our usual lovemaking, just wild animal instincts driving both of us into one another's regions. Randy took his instrument in his own hand and began to use it as a weapon as he battered away at my flanks, my loins, and jabbed at me as it darted and rotated within my pussy diving down as deep as it could go.
" 'Pound me ... Pump ... Push ... Shove your fucking pushing pecker into my loins ... Pound my pussy ... Pound my pubes ... Charge into my crotch ... Go into my cavern ... Pump your fucking pecker into my excavation pit ... Get my hair pie ... Get my nookie ... Torture my twat ... Shove ... Push ... Shove ... Push ... Pump ... Harder ... Faster ... Deeper ... Go on Randy, you fucking wild animal son of a bitch ... Drive your fucking thing into my cunt ... Get the fucking love button ... Push on it ... Shove ... Lubricate my fucking tunnel ... Put your lathering fucking dick in there and beat it ... Throb ... Watch it swell inside me ... As my cunt contracts around it ... Go get it ... Shove your gobs of male meat into me ... Jab me ... Harder ... Oh, ... I love it ... Don't stop ... Don't stop ... Faster ... Faster ... Harder ... Deeper ... !' I begged Randy, and shrieked to the heavens as he pumped his fucking dong into my loins.
"Randy was working me over like a raving sexual maniac. His hands were now clinched around the expanse of my orbs, and his fingers took my nipples in between them, rubbing against them, and beginning to suck wildly with his tongue, teeth, mouth, and lips. My mammary glands became red and swollen from his mutilating motions, and my nipples once spongy, shot up in a berry-like hardness as my tits grew out underneath. My body had never felt so electrically alive in its entire existence. Thirty-four fucking years had never created such a molten, lava like, feeling in the interior regions of my cunt. Randy dropped his hands a second from my tits, and slapped and spanked my buttocks to bring my body to an even further pitch. He was attacking my fucking passage way with his pulverizing prick, and I could just envision the shit that it would spurt and spew into my loins. His balls were crushing together, as I grabbed them in my fingers, and showed them no mercy. His shaft was swollen to five or ten or twenty or I didn't know how many times its size, and his prick stood out majestically like a fucking building as it pumped into my insides.
" 'Wrap your fucking legs around me you motherfucker, I'm going to show you what a real fuck is like ... Oh ... Ah ... Yes, that's it, mother, squeeze my fucking balls, that's it ... Squeeze my cock ... Wack it off as I pump it in you ... Oh ... Ah ... I love your fucking fucking. Oh ... Ah ... Go get it ... That's it ... Squeeze . - ... Wrap your fucking legs around me and squeeze, you bitch ... Oh you bitch ... Oh ... Ah ... You're tormenting me ... But I don't care ... I'm just going to pump and drive and shove and dig and drown you with love and battering ... Oh ... Ah ... !' Randy screamed back at me telling me what he was going to do, as he proceeded to do everything he said.
" 'Randy ... Randy ... Randy ... Randy, you son of a a bitch ... Oh ... Drive your fucking dong in ... Mutilate me with your member ... Drive that dick in ... Pound your prick and prong in me ... Mash me with your monster ... Beat me with your beast ... Shoot your schmuck in me ... Mutilate me with your meat ... Give me your war weapon ... Shove that instrument in there ... Poke and Peck me with your poking pecker ... Shoot your fucking snake like lizard in me ... Jerk your hot fucking rod in there ... Give me that erection ... Rivet your riveter ... Drive your driver ... Shoot your shooter ... Charge in there with your cock ... Tantalize me with your organ ... Give me your lathering cock ... Oh ... Ah ... Deeper ... Harder ... Faster ... Shove ... Pump ... Stroke it, my baby son, stroke it ... Shove it in there like you never shoved before ... Oh ... I love it ... Go get it you motherfucking son of a bitch son, Randy!' I shouted back at Randy, showing him how much passion was being elicited from me by his ever loving motions.
"We were now two blazing hot, united sexual beasts, eliciting animal instincts from one another and striving for responses deeply buried within our beings. Randy continued to jerk his hot rod throughout my loins, and drive me wild with passion, as I raised up on my haunches, and accepted as much of his driving dong as I could into my cunt, to bring him the greatest amount of pleasure as I rubbed and squeezed his balls. I could just sense, that we were going to have the loveliest of mutual orgasms ever known to our union. I was so highly tuned to his every touch, that all he had to do was look at me and I would shoot forth orgasmic juices from within, my cunt and pour them on to his bulbous, throbbing, cockhead which was so tightly intertwined in my crotch. Up and down, back and forth, we gyrated, rotated, thrashed, layed, relayed, and parlayed all over the fucking kitchen table, our bodies slimy, and hot, wanting more and more and never being satisfied.
" 'Oh you fucking motherfucking, motherfucker ... Oh ... Ah ... Oh I can't stand it ... I can't fucking stand it ... Squeeze my. balls, mother ... Squeeze my balls, mother dear, you sweet thing, you sweet mother dear ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Oh, pump, pump, mother, pump harder ... Pump faster ... Just keep pumping ... I'm going to come all over you, you motherfucker!' Randy said with delightful glee.
" 'You certainly are a mother fucker, and I'm filing for a divorce in the morning!' Randy's father broke into our little love bout, as he had been standing next to us and watching us from the kitchen door for what could have been moments, or hours, we didn't know.
SUMMARY - CASE I
The love between a mother and her son is a classic relationship in psychic exploration. Volumes have been written about the Oedipus Complex where a boy loves his mother and hates his father. The application of this sub-consciously motivated psychic dilemma is manifest throughout life in many ways. The incestuous relationship between Judy, the sensual thirty-four-year-old mother, and Randy her mature, attractive, sixteen-year-old son may have been an outgrowth of this classic Oedipal conflict.
The situation created in their home was one which obviously lent itself to such a meeting of spirits and bodies. Randy's father was never present very often in the household. When he was around he never stayed long, nor took much interest in the family, or developing relationships. He was, in essence, a weak father figure. Randy grew up very masculine, and did not suffer from homosexual tendencies which might have arisen from being raised by a dominant mother.
Judy, the patient we are concerned with at present, fell prey as the victim of a strange family situation. Her husband, the man she loved, her societal bed partner was almost a stranger in the home. This really upset Judy, yet she took the material possessions as a substitute for his affections for many years. Many women would have gone outside the household to find a lover. Judy, on the other hand, stayed within the confines of her house and chose her son Randy, instead.
Randy represents, perhaps, a facsimile to her husband's love, affection and presence in the home. I truly believe that Judy chose Randy as her lover because he was a product of the father and the closest thing Judy could find in relation to her husband. This would explain the establishment of the almost married type of domestic relationship Judy shared with her son Randy. Randy was a substitute husband.
I recommended intensive psychiatric care for both Judy and Randy.
CASE II-INTERVIEW I
NAME: Lynn
Lynn was one of the youngest patients I had ever had consult me. She was sent to me by an extremly worried mother, who was very concerned over the child's sexual self image. It appeared that Lynn had been traumatized by certain sexual affairs with members of her family and these incestuous relationships had taken their toll on the girl's mind. Neither Lynn, nor the mother, knew exactly what to do.
I ushered Lynn into my office, and led her to the chairs opposite my desk. Before I got to the subject matter at hand, I commented on the art work in my office and certain objects on my desk, to get her mind off the task at hand. These interviews are often very, very hard and straining on a child that age at least the first time. All of the small talk I could make, unfortunately did not calm Lynn too much. She was really a shook up young lady as she sat before me.
As I wanted to give Lynn time to adjust to the surroundings before I began the questioning, I could not help noticing her physical attributes. If I had not known that Lynn was only thirteen years old I would have thought she was a very well endowed, and matured physically, eighteen or twenty year old girl. She was a very tall girl for her age, well-proportioned, and very much aware of her physical presence. She had long blond hair, shapely legs, big blue eyes, and her whole presence was accentuated by a extremely short mini skirt. The two most outstanding characteristics about Lynn, however, were her breasts. They were thirteen years old going on thirty. Not only were they large, and well shaped, but the nipples jutted majestically through the top of her blouse, and it was obvious that she, like many of the girls of this generation, wore no bra. None was needed.
"Lynn, do you want to tell me what's on your mind. What is troubling you?" I asked her softly to begin the interview.
Lynn was unable to respond at once. She began to rub her hands together and fidget with the bracelet on her left wrist. In addition to this she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, and stared into her lap.
"Lynn, I want to assure you that you have nothing to fear from me. I want you to talk to me like you would talk to your father, or your brother." I said softly, hoping to gain the child's confidence.
Lynn began to sob at the mention of those words. I did not immediately understand why the mention of father or brother shook her up so much, I had to find this out.
"Lynn, why did you get so shook up when I suggested that you talk to me like a father or a brother?" I asked, trying to get to the heart of the problem.
"My father and my brother happen to be two of my biggest problems!" Lynn said, continuing to sob.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, trying to get a further explanation.
"My father and my brother make me feel dirty. They made me feel dirty from the relationships I had with them!" Lynn said in response to my question.
"Lynn, I think you had better give me a complete, full and honest explanation of what you mean by what you just said. It could have quite a bearing on whether or not I can help you." I said, a little more firmly, trying to show Lynn that a full explanation was necessary to solve her problems.
"I can remember, just like yesterday, all my problems started when my parents went away and left my brother, Bob, and I home for a weekend ...
"I realize, that I'm certainly well endowed physically for a girl my age. This was obvious, from the way boys looked at me in school, always wanting to hug me, touch me, or pull my bra strap or something like that. It was very obvious to myself as well that I had sexual desires. I had sneaked many books into my room and read them in the middle of the night. I had read sex books and maganizes by the thousands, hoping that would satisfy my sexual delights. Many times during the day, or a week I would get an itching feeling between my thighs and a dampening feeling in my cunt. I would have visions and dreams of fantastic sexual relationships, and I would even masturbate frequently. I was asked out continually by boys that were already driving, but my parents would never allow me to go.
"The day after my parents left Bob and I alone, I was standing looking at myself admiringly in a full length mirror, as I was getting dressed. The look, the feel, and the touch, of my own body standing majestically and nakedly in that mirror even was turning me on. I yearned for some sort of sexual release, but I knew there would be none, at least not yet. I heard a noise coming from down the hall, and before I could act, my fifteen-year-old brother, Bob, was standing in the door staring at me, his eyes practically bugging out of his head. To my knowledge, Bob had never seen me in a completely naked state, since my body had become so fully developed over the past year. Bob seemed to be awestruck, and I was so surprised at his entrance, that I did not move.
" 'You're really ... beautiful, Lynn. Your body is gorgeous, it looks even better than all of those naked bodies in the magazines. You're the best looking chick I've ever seen naked. You're fantastic. I ... don't know what to say to you. I know ... that ... you're ... my sister. But you're driving ... me ... crazy!' Bob said, as he burst into my room and stuttered and stammered to get his point across, that I was turning him on and he felt that I was an attractive creature.
" 'Do you really think so, Bob? I mean ... you're not just saying that because I'm your sister?' I responded, now no more shocked by Bob's entry but interested in his interest in me.
" 'No, I'm not just saying it. I mean every goddamn word of it. Have you ever had any ... sex?" Bob said, the last portion of his question sort of shyly spoken from his lips.
' 'No ... I haven't. I've never experienced any real physical contact with a boy. I read about it, dreamed about it, masturbated, but I've never experienced the real thing.' I assured Bob, as he stood and stared at me still not believing my body.
" 'Would you like to try some of the -real thing?' Bob asked me, hoping beyond all hope in his voice that I would say yes.
" 'With you?' I asked, shocked at his request.
" 'Yes, why not with me. I'm your brother, I wouldn't harm you, you've got nothing to lose, and you can release a lot of your sexual horniness.' Bob said, logically responding to his own request.
"Bob certainly was an attractive guy. Even though he was my brother, I'd seen the way the girls my age, and the girls in his class had looked at him. He was the envy of almost every girl and guy in school. He was two years older, but I knew he had much more than two years experience when it came to matters of sex. As I looked at Bob, my flesh began to tingle with excitement, and that cool itching between my thighs became very prevalent and I knew what my answer would be.
" 'You win ... Bob. Show me ... exactly ... what you have in mind. I'm game!' I said boldly, a little more boldly than I felt.
"Bob wasted no time. He took my assent to his suggestion and acted upon it immediately. He shut the door to my bedroom behind him, and took me by the hand as we went over and he positoned me down, sitting on the edge of my bed.
" 'I'm going to show you, how the parts of the body get excited, and how your organs relate to mine, and what I can do to turn you on, and what you can do to turn me on. That is what sex is all about. Mutual experience. Satisfactory stimulations.' Bob said, sounding like he knew what he was talking about, as I got more excited with every word.
"Bob took off his clothes to get into the swing of things himself. As he revealed his body, I became as excited as he was when he saw mine. When he got down to where he just was wearing his undershorts, I could see a rising bulge underneath, and I knew that would _be his male organ, that furious prick that I had heard and read so much about. When Bob finally dropped his underpants from over his thighs, I sat and stared in almost awed disbelief at the size and the look of that organ, and the whole organic structure. Bob's cock hung down like a hardened hose, and it looked to be at least a foot and a half long and growing every second. The head looked to me like a large bulbous object, separated from the shaft by a ridge of hardening skin. Right in the middle of that cockhead, or the crown, was a little eye that opened up wider as Bob's cock stiffened. At the base of his organ, there was a dangling sac, filled with two bumps, which I knew would be his testicles or his balls. Bob was extremely hairy, and his whole crotch region, balls, sac, cock and all, was covered with thick, wiry hair. It was surely a sight to behold, and I wondered how that big, thick, growing object would feel battering and thrashing away inside my tiny, tight woman's hole.
" 'I'm going to eat you ... show you how it feels when your breasts are manipulated and administered to, played with, and loved. Then I'm going to show you how to make a man happy, how to wack him off.' Bob said, telling me exactly what he was going to do to me, as spasms of joy shot throughout my body, and I began to get goosebumps all over my exposed, anxious flesh.
"Bob, anxious to get started and live up to his word, came over and knelt beneath me as I sat on the edge of the bed, and he gently put his hands between my thighs and motioned me to lie on my back. As I lay on my back, I could see Bob crawling forward beneath my thighs, and placing them in an even more spread-eagled position so he would have easy access into my hole. As my thighs spread, my pussy lips began to part and I could feel a damp wetness surging within. I was a little nervous, and Bob sensed it, as he began to kiss the insides of my thighs and lick them with his warm wet tongue to make me feel more at ease, and this had the result of beginning to drive me up the goddamn wall with excitement. I was so ready for what Bob had planned it was not even funny.
" 'Yes ... Oh, that feels so good ... Lick my thighs ... Go on and lick my pretty pussy ... It wants you, oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Yes, you've got it, Bob, you've got it, go on do anything you want, you're the boss ... You're the fucking boss ... OOOh, I'm sorry, Bob, I didn't mean to say that ... Yes I did ... You're the fucking boss, oh, get my cunt, Bob, get my cunt and love it and suck it and eat it and make the juices flow, I've wanted this for so long!' I told Bob exactly how I felt, not caring what the words sounded like, they were just expressions of my inner feelings, as my ass began to sway and writhe on the bed from his ministerings, and I knew that I was going to become sexually satisfied very shortly.
"I could even feel my nipples and tits begin to firm up, glow, and pinken, as Bob began to further administer to my crotch area. His tongue, lips, and mouth were rapidly blazing a trail up the insides of my thighs and working toward my fur-covered bush. They finally arrived there, and began to lick away at those lips under that hair lined gash, which led the way into my sex tunnel. Bob brought his sex-crazed fingers up to meet his tongue and lips at the hair lined gash. He began to furrow his fingers in and part my pussy lips even further to reveal that reddened, damp area of my vaginal membrane. I could feel Bob's thumb and forefinger massaging that tiny little sex button, the clitoris that I'd read so much about in books. As his fingers prodded at the clitoris and my pussy lips parted even further and his tongue began to ream and run in the interior of my pussy lips, I began to surge with excitement. I could not sit still on the bed, and my body began to rivet and rotate and twist from each and every additional ministering of his tongue and hands and lips.
" 'I love it ... Bob, keep going ... I love it ... Suck away at my cunt ... Suck and lick ... Eat your sister for a meal ... Nothing like a close brother and sister I've always said ... Oh ... Ah ... Go on lick faster ... deeper ... oh ... ah ... Shove your fingers in deeper ... Love my ripe hole ... It's ripe ... and ready for you ... Oh, love my ripe hole, oh ... ah ... uh huh ... Go on, Bob, go on!' I further urged Bob, to pick up the pace on my hole.
"Bob responded like a sexual robot, a sex machine, knowing exactly what to do. I could not help but think how experienced he was for a guy his age. My love button was hardening, and my furry beast was panting from within, and I knew the heat and electricity was charging throughout my body, ready to accept anything that my brother, Bob, could administer to my hole. Bob's tongue and lips began to follow the path that his fingers had led in search of womanhood. They began to plow through further inward and lubricate my tunnel with the spit and saliva from his tongue. I could feel his hot, rough breath pouring in behind his tongue and fingers as he massaged and administered to my love gash. My cunt hairs were now wet, both from the activities going on inside my cunt and from the spit from Bob's tongue and lips. He was kissing my lips passionately, like a man would kiss a woman's mouth. I could hear Bob slurping away down there in my hole, and with every slurp I became further tuned and charged to the sex that was transpiring. As my twat twitched and writhed from his ministerings, my body followed suit, and I was rolling over on the bed trying to do everything I could to stay in one place so is head I could penetrate in there and his tongue could shove in I further and deeper.
" 'Explore the insides of my cunt, Bob ... Blaze a goddamn trail with your tongue inside my cunt..,, Chew on my clit ... Suck my clit ... harder ... faster ... deeper, plow your tongue in deeper ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... Yes ... oh, go on, Bob, plow your fucking tongue in deeper ... That's it, deeper ... faster ... harder ... Put your tongue in there, oh ... ah ... uh huh ... I'm getting spasms from your tongue, oh, it feels so good, oh, I'm so glad I let you do it ... You're so right ... Keep on ... Bob, keep on ... Oh, love my tits, now, Bob, oh, my tits want you ... Go get my tits, please go get my tits and my nipples, they're crying for you.' I further urged Bob, as I moaned and groaned in guttural tone, wanting him to increase his sexual activity to encompass my tits.
"Further jabs of passion encircled within my loins as Bob heeded my new sexual command. He was marvelous, as he picked up the pace, on the insides of my love bush, and licked furiously away at every nook and cranny that he could find inside my expanding vaginal cavity. As he did this, he began to take one finger from my cunt hole and run it over my thighs and up over my fur covered lower regions, over my abdomen and navel. He stopped at my navel, and encircled it with his thumb and forefinger and poked in and out like a darting lizard. Unbelievably exquisite sensations shot even further through me as he went to work on my navel and rubbed his fingers gently and lightly over my abdomen.
" 'Poke my navel ... That's it ... Oh, stick your fingers in my navel ... Rub my tummy ... I love it ... oh ... ah ... My navel, poke my fucking navel ... That's it, Bob, go on ... !' I urged him, to work over my navel on the way up to my tits.
"I rolled, gyrated, and twisted again from side to side almost uncontrollably, as his talented fingers began to tweak, poke, and work over my navel area. The entire lower sexual region of my body was ecstatic with rage, and I knew that I could never be able to settle for books or movies or hearing about sex again. The real thing was so unbelievable, and it was so strange that my own brother was bringing me to the heights of ecstasy. AH the juices were flowing and encircling through the inner cavities of my body, shooting up and down throughout the veins, arteries, heart, lungs, kidneys, throat, mouth, and tongue, shooting towards the vaginal region and filling it up with pussy juice. The sexual fantasy was too much, just too much.
"Bob finally left my navel region, left it in a wreck. He then heeded my first urgings and tiptoed with his fingers up over my stomach and in the valley between my now glowing large firm majestic upward-pointing breasts and nipples. I knew I certainly had a handful, and even Bob's large hands were not enough to cover the vast expanse of my fleshy breasts. Although they were large, they were also extremely firm, and they stood by themselves, without even the help of a bra. As Bob touched his hands and cupped over my breasts, and began to tweak the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, further surges of sensation and exquisite feelings shot through my body, and I could feel my tits become rock hard and my nipples felt like marbles under his touch. Bob picked up the pace on my tits, and began to rub the two vast mountains together over the valley that separated them. To further increase my sensations, he ran his fingers lightly over the area between my chest and the ridge that separated the firmness of my tits from my chest bone. I could feel my nipples swelling and hardening even more, and as I looked down, they were now red and pinkish, as compared to their usual milk white color. Bob continued to knead them like a baker would knead his dough, as those once spongy elongated nipples were just pointing majestically to the ceiling so hard now, I wondered if they would ever go down to their original texture. The glowing feeling and firmness of my mammary glands reflected the sexual satisfaction that I was getting all over my charged up, highly tuned body. That itching I had between my thighs was now replaced by Bob's tongue and the moist pussy juices were flowing from his work OR my tits, my abdomen, my navel and my glorious cunt.
" 'Suck my tits ... Bob, I want you to suck my ever loving, fucking glowing tits. , ... Suck my tits and finger fuck me ... Oh, please ... do it now ... I want you to pound your fingers into my cunt like a man would shove his cock in ... and I want you to suck on my tits as you do this, oh, come up here and lay next to me and suck on my tits and lick them ... make them grow even firmer and harder ... as you stick your finger rhythmically between my cunt ... oh, please ... oh ... ah ... now ... please!' I shouted to Bob, hoping he would heed my instructions and join me flat on my back on the bed and suck on my tits so I could feel his body next to mine, and he would begin to finger fuck me.
"It seemed as if Bob's mind, and mine, were one. He had exactly the same things in mind for me that I had in mind. He took his nose, tongue, and lips out of my cunt and blazed a warm wet trail up over my abdomen across my navel and up to my tit region as he raised himself up off the floor and joined me lying next to me on the bed. The touch of his flesh against mine, lying next to me, and his hairy warm body, now breathing in heavy short gasps from the sexual excitement licking my cunt caused, drove spasms of joy throughout my body. His tongue had a tingling satiny sensation that gave me exquisite sensual sexy feelings as it shot over the goosebumped firm breasts and worked up over to the nipples. As I felt the weight and heat of Bob's body lying next to me on the bed, his fingers replaced his tongue in my hole, and he began to work them in and out, in and out, first the middle one then joined by his forefinger, as they mimicked the thickness of a cock. In and out in rhythmic motions, just like a cock would pound my pussy, those fingers shot into me and it felt just like a real fucking organ. I got a tremendous sexual feeling, just like I was being fucked for real, as his fingers plowed further and deeper into my cunt.
" 'Keep sucking my tits ... Get the nipples ... oh ... ah ... Get my fucking nipples, Bob, go get those nipples ... Oh, shove your fingers in, stroke ... Stroke your fingers inside my gash ... Shove your fingers in ... oh ... ah ... UH huh ... AHH ... OHHH, get the nipples ... Lick and bite on my nipples ... That's it, gnaw your teeth on my nipples ... Oh, they're growing marble like and and they love it ... Oh, get my fucking mammary glands, you fucking bastard brother ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... yes ... oh ... Oh, I'm getting my jollies ... I'm getting my fucking jollies like I never got them before ... Oh, assault my pussy ... Assault it ... Torture my twat ... stroke ... deeper ... faster ... Shove your prick fingers in my cunt ... Bury them in my cavern ... deeper ... faster ... harder ... oh ... ah ... Shove in my furry beast ... it wants them ... Oh, go on furrow them in deeper, oh, yes ... deeper!' I moaned and groaned deep, guttural, throaty sounds, as Bob's fingers tortured my hole, and his mouth ravished and feasted on the glorious mammary glands.
"I was jumping out of my ever loving fucking skin, as Bob's thick fingers stuck together, thrust into my tender insides, and I could feel the contact of the rough skin on his fingers with the tender warm wet vaginal walls. In and out, in and out they went just like a real joint fucking my twat. I had never experienced such a wonderful, warm, wet oozing sensation. Every fibre of my being now felt alive and concentrated on the sensations that were going on in my sex crazed cunt area. I was still rolling around on the bed wildly ecstatic and the only thing that kept me pinned down, was Bob's weight on my arm and my side, and the fact that I was concentrating on what was happening to me. My love tunnel was now so lubricated with juices flowing around that he could have shoved the bed post, his foot, his head, or any other object in there and I would have contracted to welcome it. Bob was a master, and he was living up to every one of his promises that he made to me, when he suggested that we would have the sex and I would enjoy it. My whole cavernous crotch area was soaking, and the pubes once representing a crisp foliage were now damp and wet and matted down. My furry beast, with that love tunnel, inside, was begging for more of his furrowing fingers. Bob did not disappoint me, as he continued to stroke unmercifully inside my love patch, in and out, in and out, with controlled rhythmic strokes. It WHS just like he had jerked his hot rod in me, with the bulbous cockhead that I saw when he took his underpants off pulverizing my insides and battering at my loin. I imagined that his fingers were the real cock, and the combination of this imagination, with the real live sensations that I was experiencing from those fingers, made me come into a glorious first wild orgasm. I'll never forget how it felt, with his going wild on my tits and sucking away at my nipples and licking at my vast mammaries, and those fingers beating into my cunt, my whole body became excited and then for one brie" second, so rigid and stiff, that nothing moved. After that one brief rigid second, everything inside me exploded in a volcanic eruption of juices and sex and I could feel that the center of gravity of my very being was right in the insides of my vaginal walls, pouring juices on to his fingers. My whole body shook and writhed as I moaned, groaned and asked for more stroking, more loving, more sucking on those tits and more probing into my cunt regions. I was shaking more than I had ever shook before in my life and I felt like I was going hysterical from within and without. I lost all track of time, place, what I was saying or doing, I only knew that, my body was so tuned and satisfied and charged and electrified, that that feeling had to be recurrent again and again in my life or I would never be a satisfied person. I knew what it was to be a woman. I knew what a woman could feel, and only a woman could feel!
" 'Bob ... Bob ... Robert ... fucking Bob. brother Bob ... I'm having a fucking orgasm, oh ... AHH ... I can't stand it, OH, fuck, OH ... AHH ... UH HUH ... holy shit ... Oh, everything is pouring into my cunt ... I can feel juices pouring and running and encircling in my cunt ... I feel like a fucking volcano erupting from within ... Oh, can you feel the juices on your fingers, oh ... ah ... I can't stand it ... I can't fucking stand it ... stroke ... faster ... love me ... deeper ... harder ... , faster ... Go on,. Bob, stroke it, baby, stroke it ... Shove your fingers in my cunt ... Fuck me with your fucking fingers ... Come on bastard brother. Bob, oh ... ah ... I love it ... Stick your finger joint in my cunt ... Pound my pussy with them ... Beat them ... Stroke them ... Hit me ... Kick me ... I don't care ... oh ... ah ... What a glorious, wonderful, fantastic, marvelous, excruciating, satisfying, sensual, sexy orgasm!' I shouted, shrieked, and screamed to the ceiling as spasms of joy shot up and down my spine, and I was so wet and satisfied from the sexual delight, that my only thought now was how I could make my brother Bob, as happy as I was.
"As if by some animal magnetic instinct, my fingers raced down between Bob's beating thighs, and grabbed that swelling giant organ of his. From the way Bob lurched, and the excitement I saw in his eyes when my dainty, delicate, slender fingers and nails made contact with that sensitive region of his body, I could tell that I was doing the right thing.
" 'You've got the idea, Lynn ... You've got the fucking idea ... Go on now, ... take your fingers and not too hard ... make a loop with your fingers, let me show you ... that's it ... Run the shaft of my cock between that loop in your fingers and press lightly ... oh, yes ... oh ... ah ... that's it, that's it, you're getting it now, up and down over the hardening shaft ... Yes, you'll feel the bones in there ... You'll feel the veins filling up with come and blood ... Oh, yes ... oh ... Right, rub the skin up and down, up and down, yes, oh, yes, and now take your forefinger and rub it across the crown of my cock and over the eye in the middle ... oh ... uh huh ... , That's it, that's it, now rub between my thighs, yes, that's it, between my thighs and get the balls, OHH ... AHHH ... That's it, the balls, squeeze the balls together ... Ouch, not too hard, not too hard, oh, that's it, softer, softer, yes, rub the balls, yes, that's right, take one hand and rub the balls and the ravine, between my ass, that's it ... and use the other one on my cock, oh, yes, that's it, both hands going at once, oh ... ah ... you've got it!' Bob bellowed, shook and writhed, and instructed me to bring pleasure to his loins, as he had done to mine.
"I felt strangely sensual and complete as a woman, as I transferred my sexual activity from my own self, and concentrated on making Bob happy. His cock was huge, and growing with my every touch. I can tell that although my fingers were not yet talented in this area, the contact that they were making on his skin was enough to begin to drive him wild. His gobs of male meat were becoming large, hot, swollen, red, and purple and I could see the veins bulging with blood and come and all kinds of internal juices flowing into them like they did into my cunt. The best way to describe his cock was that it was a jabbing, throbbing, thrusting, bruising, rotating, pulsating, swelling, multi-colored organ, obviously getting its jollies from my touch. I did all I could in my power to cop his joint, and as I became more acquainted with the organ and its strange shape, I began to take more liberties with my hands, fingers and nails.
"Trying to follow Bob's instructions as closely to the letter as possible, I took his dangling dickie-dong which was now hard and looked more like a prickie-prong and rubbed up and down with my fingers over the shaft, lightly digging my nails in at intervals. As his cock swelled up and became redder, larger, and thicker, I increased the pressure slightly as I roamed my fingers up and down along his shaft. With my other hand, I reached beneath his cock at the base and rubbed those testicles together underneath the hair, Bob's breath became heavy, hot and in gasps the more I administered to his growing organ. I even took further liberties by spreading my fingers out wide on the hand that was underneath his balls, and ran my nails over his thighs, which became pink, and then red, from the excitement. I stroked lovingly all over the balls in the sac area, and reached my forefinger of that hand beyond the balls and into the ravine between his buttocks and over his anus. Bob was going wild with delight, and I could tell that the things I was doing to him were the right things, the sexy things, the sensual things, the animal instinct things, that no person who wanted to make love to another really had to be told, but could find out by just letting their senses guide them.
" 'That's it ... oh, that's it, rub my fucking balls, oh, get my balls ... Cop my joint, rub up and down on my joint, oh, that's it ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... Rub the meat, baby, rub the meat. Oh, you've got it, Lynn ... You sucking sensual sensuous sister, oh ... ah ... oh, you suck-faced beauty ... Oh, yes, run your nails over my thighs ... oh ... ah ... Yes, that's it, oh, rub your palms into my balls, that's it, squeeze ... harder ... oh ... Stroke my cock ... Stroke the fucking shaft ... You've got it, up and down and up and down, oh ... ah . ,. yes, Lynn, stroke it, Lynn ... Oh, stroke the pecker ... Stroke the fucking pecker ... Oh, yes, you've got it ... oh ... ah ... Stroke on my joint ... Stroke on my ever loving joint ... Stroke on my rod, oh, stroke the rod ... up and down, up and down, stroke the rod ... Get the head, oh, yes, now, rub on the head, rub on the fucking bulbous cockhead, oh, yes ... oh ... Run your fingers over the head ... ooh ... ahh ... uh huh ... That joint, cop that joint ... Now, faster, now ... faster ... faster ... harder ... more pressure ... squeeze ... Squeeze my balls and rub my cockshaft, that's it, squeeze and rub and squeeze and rub ... squeeze ... rub ... !' Bob said, rolling over from a wild frenzy that my hands were administering to his loins.
"I could tell that I was doing the job correctly. Bob's body was wallowing, thrashing, and wretching all over the fucking bed. He gritted his teeth and began to breathe so hot and heavy, that I thought he was going to have a heart attack at age fifteen. I only did what I knew how, and I kept stroking and picking up the pace and increasing the pressure lovingly on his balls. I only hoped that I was doing the right things. From the look on his face, I didn't think there was any doubt about it. He was going all glassy eyed as the thing throbbed and pulsated and began to burst into my hand. Then it happened so fast I almost didn't know what was going on. Warm, wet, oozy, gooey come slithered between my fingers and onto my thighs. Waves of the thick stuff squirted around and spurt and spewed, as his cock head, shaft, balls and all were going through gyrating, thrusting, bobbing contortions to get out every last bit of that come.
" 'Oh, yes, squeeze now, rub it, baby, rub it ... OHH ... AHH ... Keep rubbing it, don't leave any of the come in there or it will ache ... Get all the come, baby, get all the fucking come. OHH ... Ahh ... that's it, squeeze it like a fountain ... Squeeze it like it was a fountain and you wanted to get all the water out of it, that's it, oh ... ah ... Yes, turn the hose off, turn the fucking hose off, get all the fucking water out of the fucking hose ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... squeeze ... rub ... pump ... Oh, yes, oh ... ahh ... oh, fucking yes!' Bob ranted and raved, as I, per his instructions, made sure that my squeezing and loving his balls, cockshaft, and head was enough to elicit all the come from his body.
"When it was over and we both had had an orgasm, we just layed there on our backs on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, and thinking how wonderful it was. Then I began to get guilt feelings. After all was said and done, and my orgasm had subsided and the itching in my thighs had been taken care of, arid I had had my sex, I knew something was wrong, it should not have been this way. Not with my brother. I was worried. I began to become all uptight with fears of what the repercussions of this union between my brother and I might be."
CASE II - INTERVIEW II
Just prior to our beginning our second session, I noticed that Lynn, as she sat before me once again, was still very uneasy and shook up. I thought back over the fantastic story, of the innocent yet passionate sex that she had enjoyed with her brother, Bob. It was strange that one so young, could enjoy something, obviously so much, and then in retrospect, realize and have guilt feelings about it. I decided the best course of action to take in the interview, was to probe and see what was really bothering her.
"What's wrong, Lynn?" I asked, to begin the interview.
"I feel guilty. I still feel very guilty about the relationship with my brother, Bob. But I feel even more guilty and dirty about the things that happened after that. It's very strange, though, doctor, because while I was having these sexual relationships it didn't matter who the people were, but then when I realized it was all over, the members of my family. It seemed dirty and wrong and tainted and sordid. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't live with myself. I began to worry terribly. I felt abnormal. Things just happened to me which were amazing," Lynn said, beginning to relate her inner feelings to me.
"Why don't you tell me what happened next, after Bob," I said, trying to get her to further reveal the happenings.
"After Bob, I got extremely horny for sex. I got much more horny, than I had ever been, because I had never experienced sex other than my own masturbation. I now knew I had to have it, but I did not want to have it from Bob. As I said, I began to get second thoughts, and began to feel terribly frustrated and guilty at the same time. I knew I had a tremendous need to talk to someone but I did not know who," she said, showing me her confusion and frustration.
"Who did you go to, to talk out your-problems?" I asked the obvious question.
"I went to my bachelor uncle, Chris, who is twenty-eight years old, very hip, groovy, and I figured if anyone knew what I should do and how I should go about righting the wrongs that I had done, Chris would. It all started again with Chris ...
"I decided to drop by and see Chris at his apartment one day. I was very glad to find him in, and at work on his photography. Chris was a six foot, two inch, blond, well tanned, well built, groovy guy. I felt, that of all the people that I could trust, Chris would be the one, because he was close to me in age more than any of the other adults in my family, and he knew what was going on. When I got to Chris's place, we sat down and had a long talk. He heard all about the incident with Bob, and did not seem to be repulsed by it. He just nodded his head, asking pertinent questions, and taking it all in. When I was all done with the relation of the episode with Bob, Chris began to speak.
" 'It's quite a story, Lynn. Quite an experience you had with Bob. It's not the usual type of experience, that's for sure. Sex is a very great, wonderful, joyous thing when done properly. I am curious about one thing, did you enjoy the sexual aspects of that union?' Chris asked, getting to the very meat of what it was all about.
" 'Yes, Chris ... I enjoyed the sex very much. It was the most fantastic experience that I've had in my entire life. It let loose all the inner frustrations and tensions that I have been harboring, I had wanted sex so bad, and it seemed like such a tremendous release when I finally had it. However, that's why I came to you, that's my problem. I need more release for my sex, but I want to have them in a normal way with boys. Not with my brother. I felt tremendously guilty about having the sex with Bob, and even though I learned a lot, and made him as happy as he made me, it just did not seem right to me. What do I do, Chris. What do I do? That's why I came to you. What do I do?' I kept asking Chris over and over what I should do to help solve my dilemma.
" 'That depends ... One more question ... did Bob fuck you?' Chris asked, looking me straight in the eyes and wanting to know the final answer.
" 'No ... he didn't fuck me. He did just what I said. Why?' I asked Chris, anxious to find out why it mattered whether or not Bob fucked me.
" 'That depends ... I'll tell you ... or show you later what I mean. How would you like to pose for some pictures? I see that you brought your bikini. Why don't you go in there and put it on ... come out ... and I'll take some color pictures of you in your bathing suit. I'm sure your family will get a big kick out of it, O.K.?' Chris said, lightening the conversation and changing- the subject at the same time.
" 'O.K., if you want me to, Chris!' I said, not getting definite answer?, to my problem, but feeling maybe they would come as he said, later.
"I went into Chris's lavatory, and emerged moments later, wearing a very sexy, skimpy, revealing bikini. The vast expanse of my well-developed breasts could easily be seen, and the bikini dipped low so that if you looked hard into the cleavage, the nipples could even be mad a out when I breathed. My stomach was flat and tan, and the bikini bottom that I wore just barely covered up the pubic region. As I admired myself in the mirror before leaving the lavatory, I felt like I was a very sexual, sensual beast. Chris obviously felt the same way, for when I emerged from the bathroom I could see his eyes beginning to bug out of his head. Uncle Chris looked at me like he never had before. I think he was having trouble restraining his real emotions.
" 'You're beautiful ... you're so goddamn beautiful for someone your age ... for any age. It's going to be a privilege for my camera to take your picture, and to capture your form, your physique, your beautiful body and face on film. Come over here and sit on this large pillow on the floor and cross your legs,' Chris said to me, leading me by the hand and sitting me on the huge pillow he had in the middle of his apartment floor.
"As Chris touched me, tingling sensations began to shoot throughout my body once again. He was a very attractive young man, my uncle Chris, He had a way of looking at women that made them come alive from within and want to expose their feelings to him, I began to look at Chris not like an uncle, but as a young man who was very physically attractive. Each time he touched me and put me in a different position for his pictures, my flesh became more alive and wanting him. A rapport grew between Chris and I that was unspoken, yet, we both knew what was going on. I could see my problems growing and manifesting themselves, as a sexual union with Chris might be rapidly approaching. Chris took every opportunity he could to touch my body, my hands, my arms, my legs and put me in all kinds of strange, different, and wonderful positions to reveal my true figure. As I began to work harder, and he began to snap his pictures faster, beads of sweat began to break out all over me and my body became alive and felt wonderful, ready, and sexy.
" 'Now that I've taken these pictures for your family, I'd like a few for myself. Please, Lynn, will you give me the kind of pictures that I want for your uncle Chris?' Chris asked, his eyes widening as he stood before me not very far from my face and asked me a question which I was not sure I understood, but which at the same time I knew exactly what he meant.
" 'What do you mean, pictures for you?' I asked naively, wanting to get the full explanation from Chris.
" 'I mean, pictures where I ... can see your body for its true beautiful, sexual, sensual self!' Chris said, as the words flowed off his tongue and they excited every fibre of my being as they did so.
" 'Yes ... you can have those pictures for yourself if you like ... just for you!' I said, agreeing with his request, not knowing where it would lead, but hoping it would lead us into the sack.
"Chris was a gentle, talented, master artist. He took his nimble fingers, and slid them over my shoulders, as he dropped his camera. His gentle fingers found the strap behind my bikini top, and undid it and as he did so, it fell harmlessly to the floor revealing and unleashing, my giant glowing orbs, the nipples jutting straight and firm. As I stood there naked, from the waist up before Chris, my milk-white breasts began to shake and glow from within and pinken from without, with the excitement of his gaze, his stare, and the panting that I could see going on in his body as he looked, over their vast regions. Chris seemed to be mortified for a moment at the size, and the shape of my breasts, and the nipples that stood majestically on top of them.
" 'I must take a picture of those breasts for my own. I must be able to look at them whenever I want, they're beautiful, you're only! fucking thirteen and they're so gorgeous and well-shaped and firm ... and those goddamn nipples, look at those goddamn nipples!' Chris said, with amazement and wonderment and joy in his voice, as he picked up his camera again and began to snap away wildly as he put me in sensuous seductive poses.
"I was enjoying every minute of it, and I became more heated, my body more charged, and my cunt more damp, with each click of Chris's camera. I wanted Chris to get a full shot, so with my own hands I slid my fingers between the bikini bottom and my pubic region, and pulled out so he could get a view of those glowing pubic hairs.
" 'Yes, that's it ... pull it off ... pull the panties off ... pull the fucking bikini bottoms off so I can see your whole glorious body exposed before the camera as it should be and capture it for posterity!' Chris said excitedly, agreeing with my movement into my bikini bottoms, and clicking away violently with his shutter.
"I now knew that I had a man over twice my age, uncle or no, at my command. Sexily I slithered my fingers again between the bikini bottom and my flesh and pulled them down over my thighs, slowly, ever so slowly to reveal those golden glowing pubic hairs and the fur-covered bush with the throbbing, pulsating, gyrating, reddened, heated, dampened, love gash below. I put my legs together, and shook my ass and my hips back and forth like a sexy, seductive go-go dancer would do, and Chris, I could see, was going out of his ever loving mind. Back and forth, back and forth, with knees together, I shook my ass and hips as the bikini slipped its way along my long legs, to the floor below and I stepped out of them and kicked them across the room in one violent sensual sexy motion. I knew I really had Chris going now, and I got on all fours and stretched out 'my legs as far as I could and spread my ass, so Chris could shoot that region of my body. Chris's camera could not get enough of it. He just snapped away endlessly, trying to get me from every angle as he lay on the floor to shoot up between the ravine in my buttocks, revealing the reddened anal, rectal region. As my legs spread he could see the cunt, and the reddened dampness that lay within. He roamed under my outstretched body as I was now spread-eagled on all fours with my back arched, and he shot my well-tanned stomach, my abdomen, my navel, my tits which were now dropping down yet still very firm, and the nipples that rose and were rock-hard on the ends. Chris moved up to get my face and my mouth and my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, my ears and my long flowing hair. The whole thing was a sensual meal for his camera, and the lens devoured that meal, from every possible angle that it could find. The man behind the lens was going equally wild, and finally in one fit of passion, he took the camera and threw it onto the bed, stood up and exclaimed:
" 'I must fuck you ... I must fuck you ... I must have you, eat you, fuck you, suck you, ream you, and cream on you. I must have that body. I must have you, Lynn, I must have you!' He reiterated thousands of times, the obvious passionate desire that had been welling up inside him as he took pictures of my revealing body, now coming so fast and furious to the forefront that he could not hold those passions in any longer. He must have me and I knew it. And, I wanted him!
"Now free of the camera, Chris charged across the room at my naked state, and I stood up to meet him with open arms. He wrapped his muscular arms around my body and dragged me close to him and pressed my tits against his hairy chest. Goosebumps began to appear all up and down the regions of my skin, as my flesh began to do a dance of passion. Chris crashed his moist wet lips onto mine, and separated them violently with his thick throbbing tongue. That glorious tongue of his shot between my lips and into my mouth, and separated my teeth so that it could ravage around in the interior cavern of my throat. Back and forth, he ran the thickness of his tongue, behind the top of my front teeth, and into the roof of my mouth, and then down and did the same thing to the floor of my mouth. Our tongues were now meeting and greeting one another, and doing the battle of passion. My whole mouth was filled with the hot rush of air that came from behind his tongue and the thickness of that member of his body. I pressed myself closer into Chris, wanting to have all of him as rapidly as possible.
"He became totally heated, as did I, with the passionate embrace and our deep soul kiss, and his body began to sweat underneath his shirt. I could even feel the bulge in his pants, as his hairy furry beast, which must have been just like Bob's, began to thrust into my exposed pubic region. My animal instincts again told me what to do, I was only thirteen, yet I was becoming rapidly aware of how to make love, and how to have love made to me. I knew that we both had to be naked and feel the pounding, battering, pulsating, beating of tingling flesh against tingling flesh.
"In order to do this, Chris had to be freed from his clothes. I took his shirt, which was open halfway down the chest, to expose his hairy flesh, and tore away at the buttons and slid it lovingly over his shoulders and off his hands and threw it across the room. With this motion, Chris hugged me and squeezed me even harder, and I began to sweat and break out in heat and excitement all over as my body crashed into his and we became almost one. The evident bulge in Chris's shorts, became ever more so, and I knew that I had to release him from all forms of restraint, so that that member of his could do its job, and possibly even fuck the shit out of me. As we kissed deeply, and Chris suctioned and feasted away at my mouth, tongue, and lips, my right hand slid, nails first, over his abdomen and his rib cage, and began to probe around his navel area. I could tell Chris was going wild with frenzied excitement, and anticipation of the love bout that we would have as my nails dug deeper into his flesh and probed the rib cage and the navel again and again and again. Finally his cock could stand it no longer and it was bursting to be freed from the restraint of his pants, so I undid his belt and began to unzip the zipper which ran through the material that covered the bulge in his pants. Now that the zipper was down, I could feel the material of his underpants being strained at from within, as that bulge, that live bulging organ, wanted to be freed, free. With both of my hands, I slid my fingers into the waistband of his undershorts, and removed his under-shorts and the pants that covered them as well in one giant thrust, over his thighs and legs, and he stepped out of them and we were both now free and ready for whatever might transpire between us.
" 'I can't believe this ... I can't fucking believe this, oh ... Ah ... I can't believe what's going on ... Oh I want to eat you, fuck you, love you, and suck you, oh ... Ah ... Come here, kiss me again, Lynn, you glorious niece, you glorious fucking niece, oh niece, Lynn, oh you nice niece. Oh ... Ah ... Come on kiss me, hug me, caress me, yes caress my body with those glorious hands and fingernails, caress every inch of my flesh and make me come alive and I'll make you come alive, oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... I'm going to fuck you, I am going to fuck you!' Chris said, beckoning me back into his clutches with his arms and hands and conversation, as he wanted to clutch me and cling to me and I wanted to do the same to him.
" 'Yes, Chris ... show me the way to sexual happiness ... I was almost there with Bob ... but now I want you ... I want you. I want you to fuck me ... Please give me that last liberating feeling ... Please fuck me and pound your pulverizing prick into my loins, batter, wallow, and thrash with me on the floor, on the pillow, on the bed, on the table, and wherever else it will take ... Oh ... Ah ... But first kiss me, love me, and hug me ... I want you to caress me, and love me, kiss me, oh yes kiss me, oh ... Ah ... Mmhmm ... !' I instructed Chris as to what I wanted him to do as I melted into his arms and thrashed against his chest once again with my growing, rising, firm orbs, and purred with delight as he clinched me and we clung together as one in preparation for our love battle.
"Chris was firm, tender, gentle, yet he knew exactly what it was all about. He seemed even much more assured of sex and his physical attributes than did Bob. Chris was a real fucking man, and I got so excited at just the thought of having his beautiful hard rising giant, battering away at my insides. I was not afraid at my first fuck. I was not afraid like I thought a girl should be. I just wanted it in me, beating, battering and thrashing. That's all I could think of. I was now highly tuned, ready and panting, as my hands roamed over his muscular body, and ran through the hair, skin, and flesh, that were becoming warm along with mine in a sexual union. We kissed lovingly for maybe ten minutes more, kissing deeper and deeper into one another's throats and souls, as our tongues kept dancing duets with one another, and filling each other's mouths with warm, hot, loving breath. Our bodies were now both sweating and melting into the eventual union that would be realized with his cock beating away inside my tender glorious new ripe cunt.
"Chris's arms now wrenched me onto the floor right on top of him. We continued our kissing, as he clutched me above him, and I could feel my cunt yearning and burning and searing for the eventual onslaught that his cock would make in it. As I lay on top of him, lovely Chris, I brought my breasts up before his face, and I sat up on my arms and dangled them over his face for him, so that he could make love to each one in their place. He started on my right one, cupping it with both hands and taking his tongue and opening his mouth wide and encircling- the berrylike hard nipples, which were growing firm with his every touch. The tongue roamed over the nipple area, and then onto the vast areas of my huge mammary glands. It licked the entire expanse of my tits, and came back to the nipple area where he opened his mouth wide again and began to suction with his lips, putting his teeth out of the way, and taking in as much of my hardening breast as he could into his mouth and sucking away madly. Jabs of joy were shooting through my body, jabs of ever loving fucking joy and passion were circling through my bloodstream as he suctioned away at my tit and I looked lovingly into his face.
" 'Oh ... Chris ... that feels so fucking good, oh yes, suck on my tits. Suck on my fucking tit, it wants you ... Get the orb ... Get the fucking orb, go on suck on my mammaries, suck on my goddamn mammary ... Go on knead the nipple, knead the nipple ... Knead the fucking nipple with your tongue and teeth and mouth and lips ... Oh ... Ah ... I can feel my nipple and tits swelling in your mouth ... Your lovely fucking suctioning mouth, oh ... Ah ... !. Get the glowing tits ... Elongate my hardening nipples ... Yes, stretch them, stretch them with your tongue and teeth, oh ... Faster. Suck faster and harder and warmer ... Oh ... Chris ... Oh don't neglect the left one, ah ... Uh huh ... Oh yes, oh get the left one ... Oh ... Ah ... !' I shouted into the room, as Chris was going wild on my right tit, and I was getting an amazingly exquisite sensational feeling, and wanted him not to neglect my left one.
"Chris obeyed me. He fucking obeyed me, as he began to drink in the juices and the glory of my left orb. He switched his assault as he ran his tongue over the valley that separated the tits, and he rimmed the edge of my tit which separated my chest bone from the expansive mammary. My body became electric to his every touch, and deep moaning, and groaning sounds were encircling throughout my throat, as his lips clung to and suctioned my left nipple and his hands worked away at the outer edges. My tits now felt like rocks of granite from the loving that they were taking, and my cunt started to cry out to me from within saying, I want Chris's cock, I want Chris's cock, and I think Chris's cock knew it as well, as I could feel it against my left leg, rising, throbbing, and beating.
"That's fantastic ... Oh ... It's exquisite ... It's wonderful ... It's wild ... Suck ... Lick ... Oh keep sucking and licking my tits, oh ... My cunt is crying to you, it wants you, it's crying to you ... Chris, my cunt wants you ... It wants your gorgeous cock ... It wants the shaft and the head and the balls pounding into it ... Oh ... Chris, love my tits, love me and love my cunt ... My twitching twat wants you, it's twitching and itching and ready for your pounding ... It wants you to beat it, and assault it, and attack it, and ravage it, and feast on it, and ravish it, and do everything in the world that is in your power to bring glory and come from within ... Oh ... Ah ... Yes, Chris, suck my tits, suck on my tits, and love them, and then go to my cunt and pound, and pulverize it with your pecker as it pokes into my cunt ... Use your fucking war weapon on me inside my loins, oh I want you, I want you so much, Chris!' I shouted to Chris, as I moaned and groaned, and told him how much my tits loved what he was doing and how much my cunt was crying out for him.
"Chris responded, like a heated animal. He took his lips and tongue away from my throbbing tits, and pushed me back down along his body so that I was sitting, actually sitting with my legs spread-eagled apart and his cock thrusting almost to the edge of my cunt. I was sitting and facing Chris, right on top of his thighs with his fucking war weapon ready to do battle inside me. It was so exciting I couldn't believe it, as Chris laid down on his back and held my hand and began to show me with his motions, how I should rise up on my haunches, and sit down with my full weight on his erect cockhead.
" 'Here, lovely Lynn, take my cockhead, see how hard the fucking cockhead is now, take it in your hands, Lynn, stroke on it, and make it harder and firmer, then, as you wish, when your time comes, rise up and sit down with your spread pussy lips on the top of that cock, and it will slide into you and it will go up into your body and I will start pumping and stroking and shoving it into you and driving you to heights of ecstasy that you would never believe were possible,' Chris said, giving all of the instructions that I would need, to find out how to sit on his cock and be fucked as it gyrated straight up into the air into my loins.
" 'Yes, Chris ... yes I want your fucking pecker in me ... I want to be fucked so bad ... I want to feel it stroking, pounding, throbbing, gyrating, pulsating, rotating, and jerking inside me, that's what I want, you know that's what I want. Oh, ... Yes, yes that's what I want, I'm going to take it now in my hands, and rub up and down on it, and make it harder and harder, yes I can see it swelling, it's swelling under me, it wants to go in. My pussy lips are parting, and calling it to come in, oh it's so fucking exciting!' I said, getting carried away as I did exactly as I told him I would and rubbed up and down on the shaft and made his fucking hose hard, so that it could penetrate my loins with no problem and stroke away madly and fuck the shit out of me.
"Spasmodic excitement that was gyrating through my loins could no longer be contained as the stroking on his pecker stopped, and I just jumped onto it like I would into the saddle of a horse. For one long second, I experienced the most excruciating pain that I could have ever imagined in my entire life, it was so bad that I became numb in the pelvic region, and I could not even think straight. Then, in one flash, it was gone. The fucking pain was gone and I saw little drips of blood dropping from my pelvic area, but it didn't matter, I knew my fucking cherry had been broken and I would never have to go through this again. The only thing I thought to relieve the pain, the itching, and twitching in my twat, was to start bouncing up and down, up and down, on his throbbing member. Chris's cock was the medicine that my cunt needed, and I concentrated all my efforts on jumping up and down, and I sat like a baseball catcher right above his fucking crotch.
" 'Oh ... It fucking hurt, Chris, it fucking hurt. Oh, but now it feels so good, oh ... Stroke it up into me, baby, gentle and firm but fast and firm ... , Oh, ... Ah ... Yes, pump ... pump it there, pump it up there higher, Chris ... Oh ... Uh huh ... AHH ... OOOH ... OH, yes stroke, baby, stroke ... OH ... AHH, ... Stroke it, baby, stroke it ... Faster, faster. , . , Deeper ... deeper, oh stroke it ... Deeper ... Faster..,. Harder ... Higher, oh yes, stroke, Chris, oh ... Stroke ... Oh, stroke ... !' I said, over and over again repeating myself not knowing what my words meant or where they were corning from, but just knowing the glorious feeling and sensations I was experiencing as his exquisite cock started to twist and rotate inside my widening expansive cunt.
"Chris put his hands behind him on the floor and rose up backwards on all fours to shove as much of his cock into me as he possibly could, up into my inner regions. His sex-crazed, jerking, hot rod shot up, and up, and furrowed deep into my widening, parting, pussy lips. He was mutilating the inside of my thighs, and I was becoming tantalized as warm wet titillations shot through me repeatedly. Chris thrust hard and high, and long, fast, rhythmic hard deep penetrating strokes, as he attacked viciously the once tender, untouched region of my cunt. His dong was hard like a fire hose, which eventually would have the fucking water which would be his come shooting through the end. I could feel his glorious hard, bulbous cockhead with that eye in the middle, making contact with the inside of my vaginal cavity, forcing it to contract around and accept more and more as the shaft followed in fast rapid repeating motions.
" 'What a fuck ... Oh, Lynn, oh, Lynn, yes that's it ... Sit ... That's it, sit up and down and up and down on my fucking cockhead, oh yes, you're driving me nuts. Take your hands and shove the shaft and balls in farther, deeper, higher ... OH ... AH ... Yes, Lynn, that's it, that's it, yes, stroke the shaft, baby, stroke the shaft. Make like you're whacking it off ... OH ... Whack it off inside you ... That's it ... OH yes, oh rub the balls, Lynn, rub the fucking balls ... Take the fucking balls and shove them into your cunt ... Yes, sit like a baseball catcher, up and down and squat on my cock. AH ... Ah ... OH ... UH HUH ... OOOH ... AHHHH ... OHHHH ... Yes, it's so tight ... Tender ... Warm ... Lovely ... Oh yes the virgin fuck is the greatest fuck!' Chris said, shouting his passion and joy to the heavens for all to hear, as he battered at my loins, with his and thrust higher and deeper and harder and faster into my cunt.
"This fucking was where it was. There was nothing like a fuck. The eating and finger-fucking Bob did to me was one thing but the real thing, the flesh upon beating flesh, feeling it hot, throbbing, beating, and pulsating inside me was driving me crazy and wild. This was the real fucking thing. I knew it, I had to have it. I had to have more, and more, and more. I did exactly as Chris said, but he didn't have to tell me anything, as my fucking animal instincts told me exactly what to do now. With my left hard, I took and whacked off his shaft, and drove it deeper into the inner reaches of my oozing gooey love gash. My right hand reached behind my buttocks, and underneath his and ran through the ravine between his outstretched buttocks, and into his asshole and over his testicles, and shoved from the other way meeting my other hand and taking his whole organic structure and shoving it farther up into my cunt. Chris could not take -the agony, and he sat up to meet me halfway, and began to suck away madly again on my glowing orbs.
" 'Yes ... suck my tits ... Suck and fuck at the same time ... Oh ... You've got the idea, Chris, you lovely son of a motherfucking bitch ... Oh, uncle Chris ... you mother-fucking man from U.N.C.L.E., OH ... AH ... You fucking bastard, oh you're killing me ... You're fucking killing my pussy, oh my once pretty pussy, oh ... Oh shove your cock up into me, AH ... Oh ... Uh huh ... Yes, suck my tits, suck my ever loving tits ... Oh ... Get the nipples ... Suck my fucking nipples ... Oh ... Make my mammaries mountainous ... Oh, knead on my nipples, oh torture my tits ... Torture my ever loving, fucking tits ... Mutilate me, mutilate my fucking cunt ... Oh ... AHH ... Attack my cunt ... Oh deeper, that's it, deeper ... Faster ... Higher ... Shove deeper, faster, higher, oh, uncle Chris ... Oh go, go, go, OH ... AH ... UH HUH ... " I shouted at uncle Chris, as he was totally ravishing my body sexually and every inch of my exposed organs was being administered to by something of his.
"I knew I was exciting Chris, too, as deep moaning, wretched sounds came from his throat, as he clutched and clung closer to my body. He had to be getting his jollies, because I could see his eyes were shut, his breath was coming hot and heavy and rough and fast, and he was gasping for air as he suctioned away madly and feasted on the morsels of my tits, and tried with everything he had in his awkward position to pump his cock further into my tightened cunt. The majestic potency, that Chris had in that organ of his, was almost unbelievable. His cock was lathering, and bulging, like a fat hose inside me, and swelling, and I could feel it as it made contact with the walls of my vagina. My tight hole kept opening further to accept more, yet it was still tight, and there was no room for air as he shoved everything possible into my hole. My tiny pussy lips, so tender, could not part any further, and I was wrenching to and fro, up and down and back and forth, as he tried to pour more of him into my excavation pit. My lovely cunt wanted more of him, it certainly did, but I didn't know if it was humanly or physically possible to accept any more, but the hair-lined gash kept widening slowly giving every inch slowly but widening yet. My whole pelvic region was subjected to his gyrating throbbing abuse, as his cock rose further up into me and beat away inside my loins. Both our flanks, which were thrusting wildly against one another, were becoming red and sweaty from the sexual activity. His jerking hot rod, kept on jerking and pounding and poking into my insides. I did all I could, to keep copping that joint and shoving it into me and whacking it off and rubbing his balls as he so much wanted me to do, and as my fingers were guided by my animal instincts. My whole crotch region was red, pink, and wet, was alive and ecstatic with joy, as I had never felt before. I must admit at this point, I did not think that it was Uncle Chris, cousin Chris, anyone Chris fucking away at my insides, it was just a lovely guy named Chris. The same thing happened to me with Chris as it did with Bob, as he fucked me it did not matter what relation he was. That would not come until later.
" 'Now, Chris, now, oh ... Now, pump harder, stroke it baby, I'm coming ... OHH ... AHHH ... I'm having an orgasm, I'm having another glorious ever loving fucking orgasm ... OH ... Holy shit ... Fuck ... Piss ... Pound your poking pecker in there ... OH ... Go on, shoot the snaky lizard in there ... Make your erection more erect ... OH, torture me with your tool ... wound me with your weapon ... Mutilate me with your meat, you schmuck ... Beat me with your beast ... Mash me with your monster ... Poke me with your prong ... Drive your dickie home. Oh, Chris, your dickie ... Oh shove your dickie in there faster, harder ... OH ... I'm coming, I'm coming the fucking come on your cockhead. OHH ... That's it ... OH, squirt it it into me, oh yes ... Squirt your fucking jizz into me, oh God. OHH ... I can feel it, your warm jizz in my oozing honey pot ... Can you feel the wetness of my twat, can you feel the vaginal cavity all wet from your jizz and my come. OH ... AH ... How fucking exquisite!' I shouted at Chris, as we had a mutual orgasm and exploded our sexual insides into one another in one last final sexual fury.
"I melted onto the floor off of Chris, as the last waves of his semen poured into my insides and his once hard swollen joint began to soften and melt from the abuse, and the fluids that had flowed from .it. My orgasm had left me satisfied, yet tired. I laid on my back on the floor with the pillow pressed up against my leg, and thought of how wonderful this had been. I thought it had been fantastic with Bob but this was ten times more fantastic. And I felt ten times more guilty as I thought about what had happened."
CASE II -INTERVIEW III
As Lynn came to my office for her third session, I could not help noticing how really messed up and uncertain she was this time. One didn't have to wonder long, why this was the case. She had related to me two almost incredible instances, where she had enjoyed sex with members of her immediate family; this is known as incest, and she had felt so fantastic during the experiences, and then so guilty afterwards. Her young, thirteen-year-old mind must have really been wrenched and torn, with the ambivalence of the situation. On the one hand, there was such release and sexual fulfillment that she had desired for years. On the other hand, there was the guilt, the shame, the frustration, of knowing that it was not from a natural sexual union, but from one with members of her immediate family and this was morally and legally wrong. Lynn had gone to her Uncle Chris, hoping that he, being young and closer to her age, would be able to understand what she had gone through with Bob and help her straighten out her frustrations and problems. Chris, although selfish in certain regards, but acting like any man would, took advantage of the situation, and ravished and feasted on the delectable morsel of his niece Lynn's body. Chris even drove her further up the wall, as he broke her virginity and gave her something else to worry about. Lynn was now thirteen years old, no longer a virgin, yet not able to enjoy the normal sexual activity that she may have if she had done these things with guys she was dating her own age.
"Did things get much worse after Chris, Lynn?" I asked Lynn, trying to delve into her mood at this point after her experience with Chris.
"Yes, things got much worse ... much worse!" Lynn said, nervously staring me straight in the eyes.
"How exactly do you mean that they were much worse. I know Chris didn't solve any of your problems, and I knew this situation with him shook you up, but what happened after that to make things even worse?" I probed deeper, trying to find out what other traumas this poor young thing had gone through in her incestuous relationships.
"I decided to go to the only person that I knew I could trust, for advice on how to solve my sexual, familial dilemma. I went to see my father. My dad was a really cool guy. He was only thirty-five years old and acted ten years younger. He seemed more like a brother to Bob and I than a father. Any time we had ever had problems we always went to him, and he seemed to give us good advice. I didn't want to go to dad in front of the whole family, so I waited for the right opportunity when mom and Bob went shopping one day and left dad and I home alone.
"I was wearing a very tight tee shirt, with no bra, and my tits were very obvious and the outlines of my nipples could be seen plainly. Along with my T-shirt, I was wearing a very short micro-miniskirt and the full expanse of my legs and thighs almost up to my crotch were also plainly visible, as I went to have my discussion with dad. I couldn't get over how good-looking and groovy dad was, and for some reason I could not look at him like my father, but as a stranger that I was going to tell my problems to.
" 'Dad, I have a very serious problem I'd like to talk to you about.' I said, getting dad's attention and telling him that I needed his advice.
" 'Sure, what can I do for you?' Dad said, putting his newspaper down.
" 'I have a sexual problem, dad,' I said, my voice shaking a little and being a little bit embarrassed about what I had to tell him.
" 'Why don't you tell me what you mean, Lynn, honey?' Dad said, his eyebrows raising and wanting to find out exactly what I had on my mind.
" 'Dad ... to tell you the truth ... I'm no longer a virgin. I lost my virginity last week, with Uncle Chris. Before that, I was introduced to sex ... by Bob, my brother,' I told dad, waiting for the shock value to take effect.
" 'It's very interesting, Lynn ... was this Bob and Chris's idea, or yours?' Dad asked, his voice still remaining at the same calm level.
"I quickly related the events, that led up to my coning to dad, I told him about Bob and how he had discovered me in my naked state in my room when they were out of town, and proceeded to introduce me to sexual releases and to deal with the organs of the body and make them come alive. I told dad how fantastic the sex with Bob felt, and how happy I was that I could make him happy. I told him how fulfilled I was, and how horny I got later. Then I told him about the guilt that set in because of the fact that I had done something with my brother and I felt it was morally, ethically and legally wrong. I told dad how I sought Chris, my young uncle, who I felt could help me out of my dilemma, and tell me what to do about it. I continued on, and told dad exactly what happened with Chris, as my body began to tingle and come alive when Chris was taking pictures of me in my bathing suit. Then when he told me how beautiful and sexy I was, and how much he wanted me, I began to want him. I needed an outlet for my sexual desires, which had been brought to the surface by Bob and shown that they could be relieved. I knew what to do now, and my body told me that I had to do it, I explained to dad and told him how I had reached orgasm and climax from Chris's fucking me.
"Dad just stared at me. The look in his eye was deceiving, I thought it might be anger or remorse or frustration, at having this problem coming from his lovely young daughter. I was wrong, dad was staring at me with lust. With fucking lust in his eye. He was really thinking to himself, as I found out later, how jealous he was of Bob and Chris that they had thought of the idea first. Dad had seen me parading around the house naked, and I had thought nothing of it. As I was to find out later dad had thought plenty of it, and he almost could not restrain himself in front of my mother. He knew he must, to keep the marriage and the family together. But my body really turned him on, and he wanted to fuck me just as Bob and Chris had wanted to do with me sexually. Now that the cat was out of the bag, or the pussy lips had been parted and the virginity had been dealt with, dad felt a little more at ease, and knew that he could take his turn.
"'I must tell you the truth, Lynn. You've always turned me on, too ... You've always fucking turned your old dad on ... I'm not that old, you know, I'm only thirty-five. And my cock in my pants still rises when it sees a beautiful woman. Even though you're my daughter, you are a beautiful woman. I'm jealous of Chris ... I'm jealous of Bob ... that they were able to get in your glorious tender, young, virgin loins before I was. The damage has now been done, you can now look at yourself as a real fulfilled sexual being. If when dealing with members of your family, it's not so bad, I don't care what morals or the law says. At least you know one thing, they're not dirty tramps from off the street. You know your brother, Bob, loves you. You know your uncle, Chris, loves you and you know your dear old dad loves you. As a matter of fact your dear old dad is going to show you now how much he really loves you. Would you like me to, Lynn, huh?' dad said, as his whole chain of conversation startled me unbelievably.
" 'Yes ... yes, I would, you mother-fucking father ... my motherfucking father wants to fuck his young daughter ... can you imagine that ... can you fucking imagine that. Yes, I want you to show me more about love. Bob and Chris have started me, now I want you to show me more about love and fulfillment and making men happy. It's all out in the open, dad, I think you're right ... I shouldn't feel guilty about it ... These are members of my own family that .love me, and are teaching me for my future. It's good and pure and clean ... yes, and I want it with you, after all, you're the one that gave me life ... And I owe something to you, I owe all the fantastic sex that I have and all the feelings that go with it, to you because your semen spurting into mother planted the seed that gave me life!' I said, startling dad by my consent to his proposal.
" 'I'm going to show you how to give a man pleasure!' dad said, as he began to unbutton his shirt, take it off of his body, and then undo his pants.
"Dad stood before me now naked except for his underpants, and I could see the rising bulge in his underpants, as he looked at me longingly, lovingly and with lust in his eyes.
" 'Show me how, dad, show me how to make love to a man, I think I've got the idea but I'm sure there's much more I have to learn!' I said eagerly, as dad instructed me, to remove all my clothes as he had done and to come before him on my knees.
"The idea of being totally naked in front of my father, watching his lust-filled eyes become livid and red with a sexual yearning for me, his daughter, drove spasms of electricity up and down my spinal cord and brought the goosebumps once again to the surface of my flesh. It was no hard task to pull the T-shirt up over my shoulders and over my outstretched arms, over my head, and off of me completely. As my orbs flashed into view, and were revealed from beneath the material of my T-shirt that had covered them, dad's eyes bugged right the fuck out of his head.
" 'Holy shit ... Holy fucking shit ... What fucking beautiful breasts I gave life to. I can't fucking believe what a perfectly formed human being you are. Oh, this is going to be fantastic ... fucking fantastic!' dad said, jumping up and down with excitement at the thought of the love that I was going to make to him.
"In his excited, sexual, frenzied rage, dad ripped his undershorts from his flesh, and stood before me totally nude. I could see that his cock was a little bit more mature than Chris's and Bob's had been. It was not quite as large, and it drooped a little bit more, but I reasoned, in time, with the pleasure that I would bring to him, it would rise like the fire hoses that they had, fill up with blood and come and semen and juices, and become rock-hard, majestic and totem-pole like. The sight of dad's cock stirred the passions within me, and I proceeded rapidly to take my miniskirt off, and my panties off right behind it and there dad and I stood before one another just as Adam and Eve, totally naked.
" 'Come to me ... come to your fucking dad ... dad is going to show you how to make love to a man's cock ... How to lick it ... Suck it ... Bring it from a softness to a rising hardness ... To stroke it lovingly ... And to make it come and spurt and spit and spew waves of semenous love lava and erupt like a molten volcano, just from your touch and sucking and licking!' dad said, as he instructed me to crawl on my knees as before, over beneath him as he stood there and spread his legs so that I would be able to take his cock into my mouth.
" 'Take my cock, my dangling, dickie-dong, into your hands. Okay, Lynn, if you want to really make a man go wild, take it between the fingertips, and take those nails and run them gingerly, and lovingly up and down over the expanse of his shaft and watch it grow. Do it lightly, lightly, don't dig your nails in, and don't press yet. Stretch out the skin on the joint, in your hand, Lynn. Take those fingers and rub up and down along the hardening bones inside, you can fee) them growing in your hand. Oh ... ah ... that's it, fucking Lynn, that's it. Yes, stretch out the skin over those bones ... That's it, yes, oh yes, put your other hand underneath the shaft and run it along the underpinnings. Run it under there and between the balls, that's it, rub the balls together and massage them, that's it, run your fingers through the hair, yes, now behind the balls and up in the ravine between my ass cheeks. Oh yes, that's it, oh yes, run your hands over the anus, oh you know more than I thought, oh ... Ah ... That's it, yes, yes pull on the skin, pull on it tight ... Oh it's getting hard, I can feel it, it's getting hard, it's throbbing, oh, Lynn, oh!' dad said, instructing me in the ways of loving the penis, and being surprised that I knew so much already.
"I knew dad wanted me to blow him, but I thought it would be a lot of fun, if I let him stand there as I tortured him with my hands already talented in the ways of love, and let him give me instructions on how to lick and suck off and blow and whack off his member. I vowed to myself, that I would have a lot of fun with dad, and not do a thing as far as blowing went until he instructed me on every fucking motion.
" 'How do I blow your darling, dickie-dong, prickie-prong, daddy dear?' I asked, jokingly and mockingly, as I saw my dad beginning to go wild as his cock stiffened, and the shaft became firm and filled up the skin that I had been stretching across the bones underneath. The head became bulbous, and the crown glowed as the eye opened and showed me how it would eventually spit up the spurting spew and semenous texturous ooze of love's lava.
" 'Your tongue ... oh yes, oh take the cockshaft in your lips, yes, take it, stick your tongue into the eye, oh yes, oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Oh yes, stick your tongue into the eye in the middle of the crown of the cockhead, oh yes, oh can you see it growing, it's becoming livid and red and purple, oh yes, and lick underneath, underneath the cockhead, that piece of skin, oh yes, lick it. Lick across the texture of the cockhead!' dad said, giving me instructions amidst his growing satisfaction.
"I did as dad instructed, and took the tips of my fingers, clutching them around the bulbous cockhead, and stuck my tongue out and just barely touched his cock-head with my lips as I began to encircle my tongue over that cockhead. It was such a smooth texture, that I could not believe it. From a distance it looked like it would be rough, but to the taste buds of the tongue it became smooth and satiny. I loved the feel of the contact of that glowing organ, on the tip of my tongue, and I approached the head right in the middle and stuck my tongue into the eye. The eye in the middle of the cockhead, opened up wider, and contorted and I could obviously tell that this was one of those very sensual sensuous regions. I began to lick with the tip of my tongue underneath the cockhead, under the underpinnings of the shaft, as dad had instructed and I continued to work with my fingers along his shaft, and underneath squeezing the balls together. I laughed to myself, and I doubted whether dad was going to be able to. give me serious instruction on maneuvering and manipulating and tantalizing and torturing his cock much longer.
" 'What does your darling daughter do now, daddy dear?' I again jokingly asked dad for further instructions on how to make him rise and grow underneath my touch.
" 'Now ... Oh ... Ugh ... Uh huh ... Now ... place your tongue and lips over the end and ... suck ... in ... suck in like you are sucking on a milkshake ... and lick like you are licking on a lollipop ... and make holes in your chin as you blow on the end with warm air, and your tongue licks and encircles over the cockhead and shaft and takes as much of it as you possibly can into your mouth as you suck in and blow out the air in simultaneous motions and take your fingers and run them over my shaft ... Oh ... You can do the rest ... It's killing me ... Oh my darling daughter, Lynn, oh ... You're fantastic ... I brought you into this world from the semen that you're going to lick from my cockhead, and you're going to make it spurt again ... It's fantastic ... It's ironic, oh go on, now ... Suck away and suction at my cockhead ... Blow me, lick ... Suck ... Oh ... Ah, ... It feels so good, oh keep going ... Oh ... Oh!' dad said, going into a fit of sexual rage.
"The whole incident with dad's cock was becoming an unbelievably delicious, exciting, sexual experience. Here I was, a young thirteen-year-old, voluptuous, beautiful girl, sexually confused because of sex with members of my own family, who came to her father to solve her problems and ended up sucking, blowing, and copping her father's joint. It was just too wild, too much to believe. Too much to fucking fathom. The funny part about it, the ironic part, was that I was loving every sucking, blowing, licking, sensuous moment of it. Dad was obviously in another world, his tool was being tortured by my tantalizing tongue, as it feasted and ravished away at the cockhead and shaft and my fingers worked over his balls. I did just like dad told me, I pretended that his cock was like a malted milk, and I sucked away at the end of it like I was sucking away at the end of a straw. I wanted to suck and suction every possible amount of fluid, jizz, come, water, goo or organic contents from the insides of that rotating riveter that I possibly could. I wanted this to be the greatest blow job that dad had ever had, and the fact that his daughter, his own fucking daughter, was giving it to him added much to the sexual delight of the moment. It is very hard to describe the appearance of dad's wounded war weapon in words. The once drooping, gobs of male meat, that I saw when he removed his pants, were now so swollen, so red, so hard, so thick, so firm, and so pulsating, that it did not look like the same organ that it started out to be. The fucking organ really tasted good, I could not get enough of it, as my lips suctioned and sucked away at the end, and I delighted myself in the job of jabbing my lizard like tongue into the opening which became wider and wider and more tormented with each and every lick and thrust of my tongue.
" 'Oh ... Ah ... Suck ... Lick ... Suck away and lick ... That's it, blow ... Suction away at my fucking cockhead ... Oh, Lynnie, lovely Lynn, Lynn, my darling fucking lovely Lynn, daughter. Oh ... Ah, ... Uh huh ... Blow it, honey, blow it ... Suck ... Suction ... Faster ... Faster ... Suck my dickie faster, oh yes, oh get the crown, suck on the fucking crown, oh ... Ah ... Make it swell more, more! Get the fucking, beating, pulsating, throbbing, shaft ... Lick, more on the shaft ... Suck ... Suck like a milk shake ... Suck harder ... , Suck faster ... Shove more of my cock in your mouth ... The balls, the shaft, the crown, the head, the hair, everything on my fucking organ ... Shove my male meat into your mouth ... Oh it's so warm and wet and tender, oh ... Ah ... I know what Chris and Bob were going through, oh ... Ah ... Shove ... Shove, harder ... Suck, baby, suck, oh suck it ... Lick it ... Shove it into your throat ... Shove it into your tonsils ... Shove it into the cavern of your mouth ... Chew on it, chew on it, chew on the fucking cockhead, oh go on, baby, get it, oh go on, now ... Oh ... Ah ... !' dad wildly ranted and raved, as I did everything he commanded and more by sucking away at his beating, bruised bastard member.
"Spasms of joy were elevating up my own spine, as I sat there on my knees before my father, with his joint clutched within the reaches of my tongue, teeth, mouth, and lips, and my hands whacking off his tantalized, tormented cockshaft in fast rapid beating strokes. My ass writhed, and swayed lustfully, back and forth on the floor, and I felt a strange feeling up from my spinal cord and down through the ravine between my buttocks and my rectum, as I knew that I wanted to be satisfied as well. I wondered, Jesus, how does somebody ask their own father to fuck them? My creamy thighs were twitching, and asking me for that sexual fulfillment that I had gotten from Chris. I began to pant, as my father did above me, as I sucked away at his dong. Rather than chewing on a soft piece of meat, his dong perked up and stood like a totem pole and I felt like I was gnawing on a firm rough hose, or a piece of wood. I rose up higher on my knees so his prick could gain further entrance into my mouth and assault the inside of my throat. There was no room for anything, inside my mouth, even my teeth, as his throbbing member filled up every possible inch. Every time I sucked in, and blew hot air onto the cockhead, my father came closer to me and his hands clasped over my head, squeezed tighter and tighter. I could see that he was going fucking wild and I wanted to go just as fucking wild but how did I tell him. How in God's name could I tell my own father? I figured, the answer to my dilemma was simple. If I just kept sucking, blowing, suctioning away at this joint, and copping it with my hands and my mouth, and bringing the semen to a head, that he would go so wild from looking at my body, that he would attack me. I certainly wasn't far from wrong, as dad did practically just that as I thought it.
" 'I must ravage your body, you beautiful bitch. My beautiful bitch daughter, oh ... Ah ... I can't take it any longer ... You sure as fuck know what you're doing with a guy's joint ... It sure didn't take long to learn ... Oh yes, oh suck on it ... Suck on it ... And I want to fuck you, I'm going to fuck your royal asshole ... It would be a little strange if I fucked my own daughter in her cunt, but there's nothing that says I can't fuck you in your asshole, ... Oh ... Ah ... Go on suck keep sucking oh yes, oh ... Make it hard ... Make it firmer so it can penetrate and run through your anus easier. Oh ... Ah ... Faster ... Suck, faster ... Harder ... Put it in deeper, deeper in your mouth, blow ... Suck ... Lick ... Whack ... !' my dad said now in a sexual rage, as he was preparing his own joint, to plunge within my asshole.
"Finally my fucking father had enough of my blow job. He thrust me down on the floor, and turned me over and placed me in a spread-eagled position on all fours. I could not believe the rapidity of his motions, as he had me sprawled, and ready for the thrust of his cock into the rear of my ass, before I even knew what was happening. My father was now a sexually turned on, ravaging, raging wild man. As I lay there in a helpless position, on all fours, on my hands and knees, I turned my head back to see my father practically charge, his cock in hand at my spread-out asshole, and shove that thick, beating, throbbing, member into the rear of my loins. I gave a lurch like I was practically going to go through the wall, when the thing penetrated the insides of my asshole. Jabs of passion filled my body, and pain at the same time, as his razor sharp thick love token penetrated my rear region.
" 'What is this father ... What the fuck are you doing, you bastard fucking father? Oh ... Ah ... It's killing me, take it out ... Take it fucking out ... , . Take your fucking dong out of my fucking rear end ... That's to shit out of, not to fuck in, oh, even I know that, oh ... Ah ... UGH ... UGH ... UGH ... It's killing me ... My cunt is ripe and ready for you, but not that, not my asshole, please take it out, oh, please, oh ... Oh no, oh no, no, oh leave it in, oh yes, stroke it, dad, stroke it daddy-do, oh daddy darling, daddy-do, oh stroke your fucking driving dong into me, rotate your fucking riveter in my asshole, oh, yes shove the fucking snake, oh ... Ah ... Poke your fucking pecker, oh ... Yes, oh, assault me in the ass, yes assault my anus ... Rivet your rotating rod into my rectum, oh, get it, dad, get it, oh ... Ah ... Get the joint that I copped for you and cop my ass, oh ... yes, pour your meat into me, oh ... Ah ... Bruise it, batter it, rotate it, jerk it, oh ... Jerk your fucking hot rod in my rectum, oh, go get it, oh ... Ah ... Oh, I love it. Oh..,. It's exquisite, oh, it's divine, I can't tell you how fantastic it is, oh, it's something unbelievably different, oh, it's even better than a fuck ... My twat is jealous, but I don't care. My vaginal cavity yearns for your cock to be pulverizing it ... but my ass wants it, and my ass is getting it, and my ass is wanting it!' I shouted and screamed into the room and at my father, first in utter pain, and then the passion filling the rear of my loins, as he assaulted and battered at my rectal region.
" 'Do you like it, darling Lynn? Do you like daddy's dong driving in and rotating and riveting into your anus? Daddy likes it, oh ... Ah ... Daddy fucking likes it, daddy is going fucking wild, holy shit ... Piss ... Fuck ... Oh, I can't take it, oh it's so tight, it's so fucking tight and warm and wonderful and tight, oh your fucking asshole, I love fucking your asshole, I can't stop, Lynn, I can't stop. I won't ever be able to stop until I come all over your fucking anus. Oh ... Ah ... !' Dad asked me whether or not I was loving what he was doing, then told me how much he was, knowing how much I was.
"Dad's pounding prong was driving deep and deeper into my asshole, as my buttocks separated and the ravine became red, wet, and raw with the sexual activity. His cock was blazing a livid trail in my insides from the rear, and I was getting excruciating pain and excitement at the same time. The ravine between my buttocks had never been so full, so active, with a majestic potency of a beating male member. Jabs of passion kept circling and circling my nerve ends, and goose bumps came upon my flesh and I felt like I was breaking out in a rash from heated excitement, as sweat dripped off my body and my father kept riding me like a fucking horse and pounding his pecker into my loins. I imagined how fucking funny I must have looked standing there on all fours as my own father battered my loins and bruised them and stuck his once dangling dong, which was now perked up, swollen, pulsating, and red into the insides of my anus. Darling dad, kept jerking and stroking, jerking and stroking, his rod into the ravine between my buttocks and through that asshole, and he was panting above me like a fucking wild mad bitch dog in heat. My father must have been sexually sick or something, because in the midst of all this fucking in my asshole, he began to slap, spank and sear my reddening buttocks with his hands and nails and beat me like the flanks of a horse. He was sexually attacking my rear end. I felt that I would never be able to walk, or shit, again. It was an exquisite feeling though, an exquisite sensual feeling, as my spinal cord began to feel the full thrust of that battering member, and jabs of passion shot up and down the vertebrae to the base of my neck. Dad didn't even bother to grease his fucking cock before he shoved it in, he figured that between the sweating, and the lathering, and saliva that I had put on it from my blow job would be enough lubrication for my tunnel. My ass kept writhing, and swaying lustfully, with pleasure and pain, as he tortured my rear with his totem pole prick and hard throbbing, beating shaft. I knew that before too long, dad's whole cock assembly would spill, spurt, and spew every single stored up amount of fluid, as he would erupt his volcano like member into my cavity. The twitching in my twat, and the itching between my warm damp cunt, went away, as I could not feel anything else, or concentrate my sensuous thoughts on any other region but my ravaged rectum.
" 'Spank me ... Spank me you fucking father figure ... Spank me you big beautiful bad bastard. Oh, spank my fucking buttocks ... Pound my fucking rear ... Shove your shooting schlong into my rear.,.. Faster ... Faster ... Stroke it dad, stroke it. , ... Stroke your fucking cock into my rear ... Stroke it, baby, stroke it ... Oh ... Ah ... Ugh ... Ugh ... Ugh ... Ugh ... I can't stand it, I can't fucking stand it, it's killing me, I won't walk or shit or wet or bend or stoop or fuck or blow or suck or ream or cream again. Oh ... Ah ... I can't take it, I can't ... stand it ... Oh ... Ah ... Oooh ... Ugh ... Oh, dad, oh my darling dad, oh, stick your dangling dong in there, shove it. dad ... Stroke it, dad ... stroke it deeper ... deeper ... In, in, in, oh I can feel it making contact in the insides of my body. Oh, shove it into my heart, my throat, my lungs, my kidneys, my stomach, oh, shove it through my rear up my spine, I don't care but just shove it, oh, go on, dad, shove ... Stroke ... Faster ... Faster ... , Harder ... !' I shrieked, bellowed, wailed, yelped, moaned and groaned, as my father heeded all my instructions and beat me from the rear with his pulverizing attack.
"I was becoming hoarse, and livid with rage myself, as I shouted to my father, telling him what I wanted him to do and he responded in the very greatest of ways. My dad was acting like a sexual fucking robot machine, and I didn't know how this thirty-five-year-old prickie-prong was standing the torture of going through a blow job first, and then pulverizing my rectal region. It was surely a mystery to me, one hell of a motherfucking mystery, how my father withstood the sexual abuse that I was giving to him, as he pulverized my loins. Father and daughter, daughter and father, united in a sexual union from the rear, it was just too much to fucking comprehend at once. But I didn't realize who was in my rear end. It if was my father, the milkman, the mailman, the butcher, my brother, Chris, my mother, a guy with a dildo, I didn't know and I didn't care, I only knew the passion that was welling within me, as somebody, someone and something worked through my insides from the rear, and shoved something up deep into me that I could feel almost in my throat. I was literally fucking amazed at how long that man could keep going, I didn't know if I could last that long, it was just too fucking much, too fucking much.
" 'I'm going to come all over your fucking ass, Lynn ... Oh ... Ah ... I can feel the fucking fluids welling up inside my cock, as I beat into your rectum ... Oh ... Ah ... As I stroke harder and deeper and faster and longer and stronger, I'm going to come, I know ... I'm going to come in waves and gobs of erupted love lava all over the insides of your rectal region and you'll love every fucking minute of it ... It will all be worth it, lovely Lynn ... I hope you're enjoying this as much as your dear, darling dad ... Oh ... Anytime you have a problem you fucking asshole daughter, come to me and I'll fuck you through the asshole, shove my cock in your mouth, or batter your cunt, or eat you, or suck you, or beat your tits, or do something to solve your problem ... You know you can always come to your dear old dad for your sexual worries ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Yes, oh yes, oh squeeze your legs together, oh ... Ah ... Squeeze your buttocks together, that's it, yes ... Crunch my fucking balls ... crunch, my cockshaft, crunch my head, crunch my whole organ into your rear ... Go on ... Ah ... Oh ... Ah ... I can't stand it, Lynn, oh, I can't stand it. OH there it is, oh Lynn, Oh, I'm exploding. I'm fucking exploding lava all over the insides of you, can you feel it!' dad shouted to me, telling me something that was so obvious, as I did squeeze the legs and buttocks together around his cockshaft and balls and he did erupt love lava into my insides.
"What an amazing feeling, being filled up like a car that goes to the gas station, from the rear in the gas tank. I was getting a total lube, oil and grease job from the rectal region. It was wild, sexual, sensational, sexy, sickening, it was all those things wrapped up into one and I didn't know which to choose. I was loving, and hating it, at the same time. I felt guilty, shitty horrible, terrible, moral-less, sinful, sensational, sexy and wonderful at the same time. My father had really screwed me up and I didn't know where to go, where to turn now, I was afraid if I went to my mother, I'd become a fucking lesbian. I hadn't anywhere to run or anything to hide, but I was loving it right now, as my father poured the waves of semen into my rear cavity, and I collapsed on the floor from frenzied delight."
SUMMARY - CASE II
The case of young Lynn is a strange and sad one in many respects. I feel very strongly that there must have been some real mental problems in her family in order for a situation like she related to me to flourish.
Certainly Lynn is an attractive, well endowed, young woman. However, because of her premature physical development, careful attention should have been paid to her needs by her partners and her brother. Special attention was paid in her case, only, the complete wrong kind.
The stress in raising a girl like Lynn, should have been on her mind and social awareness. Girls like her must have strong figures whom they respect in their immediate surroundings to guide them, and aid in the development of their normal, mental, intellectual, and social outlooks.
Lynn certainly had enough guidance from her loved ones. All wrong. The thing that worries me is that if I can straighten Lynn out how will she continue to mature and develop in an atmosphere that is pregnant with psychic imbalance, as hers must be.
Lynn did not even realize the full impact, nor connotations involved with incestuous relationships. For thirteen years old though, Lynn was extremely sharp. She knew intuitively that there was something very wrong with the relations she enjoyed with her brother, her young uncle, and then her own father.
As a prematurely well-developed young lady, Lynn suffered from the desire for sexual fulfillment. When the opportunity arose, she trusted and relied on the help of her loved ones. It is almost unbelievable that three close male relatives all had the same lack of moral, ethical, legal awareness, if not just plain common sense.
The chain of Lynn's sexual exploits could have been broken at any link. Her brother was young, and he can be excused, perhaps on the grounds that he is a product of the same parental upbringing as Lynn.
Lynn's Uncle Chris was a young playboy who milked the situation for all it was worth. The actions of Lynn's father were inexcusable.
Everywhere Lynn turned to for help she found more sickness.
I am going to see that Lynn gets the best of care and hope that it is not too late to rearrange her priorities to conform with socially acceptable practices.
CASE III-INTERVIEW I
NAME: Rick
Rick is a young married man, twenty five years old. He is a very handsome, dark complected, young man, He is thin, has finely shaped features, and looks like a male model. He dresses extremely well, in the fashion of the day, with bell bottomed pants, boots, and body shirts. He has an extremely beautiful wife, and is a medical school senior at the university. It appeared to me from looking at him that a guy like this, with a wife so good looking, and such a bright future on the horizon, shouldn't have too many serious problems.
"Well, Rick, what can I do for you today?" I asked in sort of a light manner, not wanting to get to heavy before he told me what was wrong with him.
"To tell you the truth, I'm very worried, I'm having an affair with another woman." Rick said, staring me straight in the eyes, and not wavering his glance for a moment to see my reaction.
"Oh, I see! That's not such a terrible problem you know, many men have that. It's not so serious. What's the matter Rick, do you have guilt feeling?" I asked, hinting towards the obvious reason why a man would come to a psychologist if he was seeing another woman.
"Oddly enough, and truthfully, I do not have guilt feelings because I am cheating on my wife. I wish it were that simple, but it's not. This other woman, this other sexual beast, that drives me to heights I have never known, and had such a strange physical hold over me, is my very own sister. Sandy." Rick confessed to me, now slightly less assured of himself than he was when he walked in the door.
"Hmmm, this sounds very interesting. How long has this little affair between you and your sister, Sandy, been going on?" I asked, getting more interested in the prospects of this case every moment.
"We've been seeing each other on the sly, and engaging in physical activities for a couple of months now." Rich said, telling me what I asked.
"I see, Rick. This type of a situation, incestuous as it -is, could be the hotbed of some real trouble. I know why you're worried, and I hope I will be able to help you, but before I am, I'll have to know how it began, and how deep your relationship with Sandy really goes. Why don't you begin by telling me exactly how it started and how it evolved?" I urged Rick, to tell me fully and completely from the beginning exactly what the extent of his relationship was with Sandy and how it all began.
"You're the boss, doctor. One weekend, it started rather innocently as Sandy came up to school to spend the weekend with my wife and myself ...
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"During Sandy's first day with us at the university, my wife had to go and work during the day, and I was left home alone studying for my medical school finals. Sandy was eighteen years old, and a really beautiful girl. She had a fantastically well developed body, long beautiful legs, large gorgeous eyes, and beautiful firm breasts. She certainly was a modern type girl, and did not need the encumbrances of a bra or panties like previous generations. Sandy was very down to earth, and aware of things, and totally herself. She didn't put on any acts for anybody. She was just a beautiful, talented, intelligent individual and I loved her as a sister. Sandy took a great interest in my medical studies, and as I studied for my exams, she came over and began to ask me questions about physical functions of organs of the body. I could not help noticing what types of questions she was asking, because they all related to the sexual organs. She asked me about the penis, and the testicles, and how they react during intercourse, and during things such as blowing and anal intercourse. She also asked me about the clitoris and how it responded to stimulants, as well as the nipples, and the tits. She asked me what was dangerous, and what was not dangerous. She wanted to know about her period, and if one can have intercourse during their period, and if it hurt. She covered the whole gamut of sexual questions that are on people's minds, and with these, and the answers I gave her, I began to become curious as to why she asked.
" 'I'm quite curious, Sandy, as to why you want to know about all of these things. Have you had much sexual experience yourself?' I queried my lovely sumptuous sister.
" 'I've had some experience, Rick. Guys didn't seem to know much, that I was dealing with, I guess because of their age. All they ever wanted to do is get in your pants, drive their dick in there, pound away inside you, and run away after they come. If they don't want that, they want a quick hand job, blow job, or something like that. It doesn't seem that they know too much about what's going on, or how to treat, and truly satisfy a woman.' Sandy said, in an intelligent answer to my question.
" 'Is there some point to asking me all of these questions?' I continued to ask Sandy, to find out what the nature of all these questions was leading up to.
" 'I do have a reason for asking you all these questions, Rick, dear. I want you to help me out. I want you, who are going to be a doctor, who knows how the organs work, and how to bring response, I want you to show me how to elicit the most response from myself, and from a man. Will you do that for me?" Sandy said, as she came over to me and put her arms around my neck, and began to kiss my earlobe and dart her tongue in and out of my ear, nibble away at it, and blow hot air in it turning me on.
"I knew my wife would not be home for hours, and Sandy was turning me on to a great extent. My love for her as a brother poured over into the moment of emotion, but I decided that I would help her out, and show her how real love is made, as best I could. I did not discourage her advances, as she continued her assault on my neck, and head, with her tongue and lips, as she ran her tongue, moist and tender, to the touch of my cheek, all up over my face, and in the crook of my neck, back to my ear blowing in once again, and nibbling and kissing it tenderly. I turned around in my chair, and let Sandy sit down across my legs facing me in my lap with her legs dangling over my thighs and down over the side. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and continued to kiss my face, licking it with her tongue. I must admit the sensual new approach to love-making on me was driving me wild. I was sort of used to just getting in bed and playing around a little, and then fucking. I did not know about all this tender fore-play that could be involved, as my cock was rising in my pants, she began to kiss away and lick again at, my face and neck and lips and eyelids and nose and mouth. It was a marvelous feeling as her tongue ran over me, and the blood pressure inside me rose, as she hugged me tenderly and her breasts pressed into my neck and face. The presence of her throbbing crotch, right over the rise in my pants was also bringing me to a sexual arousal. I tried to put all thoughts out of my mind that this was my sister that I was engaged with, and concentrated on her as just being a beautiful, fulfilled, talented, loving young lady, who I wanted to ravage sexually very badly.
" 'Sandy, oh ... you're so good ... yes, keep licking at my face, oh yes, keep licking and kiss me. I want to kiss you so much ... and I want to have you, and I want to fuck you, and I want to show you what it is all about ... Oh ... Ah ... Yes, go on lick away at me, lick away at your brother, Rick ... Oh ... Yes, lick ... lick ... Oh yes, you're driving me crazy, you're driving me ever loving fucking crazy. Oh ... yes, Sandy, go on, Sandy ... Go on, Sandy!' I said, urging Sandy to keep it up, as she ran her fingers and nails behind my neck, over my ears, and over my face, followed by her tongue as I was becoming her auctioning, sexual object.
" 'I'm glad you approve, Rick ... I'm so fucking glad you approve. I've wanted you to fuck me and I wanted to make love to you for the longest time. Ever since we were little kids ... My body has yearned for you, Rich ... Now I'm going to get the chance ... My divine doctor brother ... I want you to fuck me, I want you to show me what you know about plunging the pecker into a girl's pussy ... and stroking it, and driving it into the regions that you know so well from your studies ... I've imagined this for along time, I've dreamed about it, I've wanted it, I've yearned for it, I've lived for it ... None of the other boys were ever as good I felt you could be to me ... Oh please, Rick, be tender, be gentle, be loving, be trusting, be warm ... But most of all be fantastic, as I know you can!' Sandy said, as she continued her kissing, licking, sucking, and rubbing of my face and neck.
"Sandy's words, and the activity that she was engrossed in on my face and neck, was getting me into a heated state of sexual rage. We were both sitting there with our clothes on, and this had to be rectified. In one motion, I stood up, and Sandy got the hint, as she began to take my shirt off, one button at a time, and run her fingernails in throughout my hairy chest. I became increasingly more wild with sexual delight, as my talented sister ran her fingernails over my chest and throughout the hair, over my rib cage around my shoulders and arms, and into my armpits working my body into a goosebumped state. I could feel my prick beginning to stand up on its own feet, and rise from its once soft state during my studies, as she began to massage, tickle, and squeeze at my goosebumped flesh. For someone who was asking so many questions, Sandy sure did know what she was doing, as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down rapidly, over the bulging expanse underneath. Sandy slid her exquisite hands and fingernails between the waistband of the pants, and my flesh, and pulled down on my underpants, as my whole sexual region came alive with the removal of the underpants and pants in one fell swoop. They fell helplessly to the floor, and we kicked them away and I stood before my sister naked and loving it.
" 'Now that I am naked before you, lovely Sandy, you must do the same for me. I must see your glorious body as I've never seen it before. I must see it in the new light ... In a new sexual, sensual light!' I said, telling Sandy exactly what I wanted her to do next, and I was certainly glad to help.
"Sandy turned around so I could unzip her top and as I did, I lifted it above her outstretched arms and over her outstretched fingertips and removed it over her head so as now her bare back was revealed to me. She stayed in that position facing the other way, and urged me to put my hands into the rear end of her skirt, and remove it from her body, telling me that there were no panties underneath. She unhooked the skirt from the front, and with my hands doing as she instructed them to, I slid them both, palms down and cupped at her cheekie buttocks, and slid the skirt from over her loins. What was now revealed to me, was the most beautiful, glorious, tight, sensuous asshole and anal region I had ever seen in my entire life.
"My sister was a sexually charged dynamo, as she stood with her back towards me and I looked over the full expanse of her body from the tips of her heels and toes, all the way up to her glorious long hair. I loved what I saw, and I was anxious to get at it in anyway she wanted, in order to answer her sexual questions. Her sexual questions, now became stimulants to me, and wanted to make each and every answer of mine, a living breathing sexual, sensual, statement for her to remember always. I sat back down into my same position in the chair, and Sandy came over to me still with her back to me, and sat down facing in the opposite direction, her back to me, and extended her legs over the side of mine and the chair, sat above my perked-up dong, and stared down at it.
"There she was, my sexy sister, Sandy, sitting in my lap, facing away from me, and rubbing her long fingernails over the insides of my thighs to bring my dong more erect than it already was. I knew that sex with Sandy was going to be fantastic, lovely, and fulfilling, and I wanted to get started as fast as possible, as I began panting like a dog in heat from even the thought of what was going to transpire between us. I slapped, and pinched at her buttocks, and spanked them and they became pink as she giggled. I then reached my hands around her waist, and began to massage with my fingers and palms over her abdomen, and down almost to her crotch region which was hairy with fur-covered down. My fingers found her navel, and they began to poke in and out, and in and out, in that area, and I could tell that she was loving every minute.
" 'Yes ... Rick ... oh ... probe your finger into my navel ... Yes, get my fucking navel ... Oh ... I'm so sensitive there, it feels so exquisite, so divine I get spasms up and down my spine everytime you do that. Oh yes, poke your finger into my navel, I love it ... Oh ... Go on rub my tummy, rub my fucking tummy. Get my crotch, rub my crotch, rub my tummy and poke your fingers into my navel,' Sandy said, instructing me as to where she wanted the directions of my sex to lead at this point.
"Although I could see only my sister's back and her ass from where I sat, it didn't matter, as I followed her instructions to the letter. I ran my fingers slowly, ever so slowly, over that region of her body, from the top of her crotch area over the down that covered her abdomen, and her navel. Once I was satisfied that Sandy was charged up, and I took my assault to higher regions on her body. I now took the fingers of both of my hands and went into another one of the erogenous zones of her body, up and down, over-her rib cage, just below the expanse of her orbs. Up and down, and up and down, lightly and then with more pressure across that area of her body my fingers ran, like playing on the keyboard of a piano. I could tell she was becoming highly tuned to my every touch, as she began to jump up and down on my lap and pick up the pace of her working fingers on the insides of my thighs going towards my cock region. Sandy's skin was lovely, and silky, smooth, and soft under my fingers, as they reached up along her rib cage and began to cup at her tits.
" 'Yes, doctor Rick, brother, doctor, oh ... Ah' ... Yes that's it, cup my mountains, cup my fucking knocker mountains, ... Be nice to my boobs, beat my boobs, oh yes get my milk white breasts, get my bud-like milk white breasts ... Make my nipples swell and knead' them. Knead my goddamn tits, oh Ah ... my nipples are spongy now but I want them to be hard as fucking marbles when you're done ... Maul my mammaries ... Maul my fucking mammary glands, torture my goddam tits ... Beat my breasts ... love my orbs ... Knead my nipples Oh ... I love it.' ... Yes, rub your hands across my glorious skin, oh it feels so fantastic, so divine, so wonderful, so marvelous ... Oh you've got the idea go on ... Yes, rub your hands all over my body, I love it, yes, but mainly get those tits, get these tits, and oh yes into my crotch, oh yes your other hand, your left hand into my crotch. Oh I love it ... My fucking crotch!' Sandy said, telling me where she wanted my hands to run further.
"Again I heeded Sandy's command, and took my attacking to her crotch region. With my left hand working over her busts, tweaking at her nipples, beating those mountains together and running my fingers to her valleys and loving that area of her body, my right hand took to the new task of going into her pussy. Knowing the area that elicited the most response, I concentrated my first efforts on slowly parting her natal lips, and getting my finger into position, to rim and encircle the edge and tip of the budding clitoris. The love button, nubbin, or clit, as it is called in slang, is the area which elicits the most sensitivity in the pussy region. I did not have to strive hard for response from her when I touched that love button, because she was getting her jollies almost immediately. A woman could have an orgasm two or three times before a man's cock ever entered her cunt, just from playing with her clit and fingering her, or eating her. As the assault of my fingers on her pussy continued, the entrance made for me was much easier, as her legs parted above mine, and as they did, the pussy lips followed. I slowly began to rub the hair lined gash, those hair lined cunt lips with my fingers and separated the pussy lips, by myself. The clit was right there for the taking, and I knew how to take it. I took my thumb and forefinger, and put it on the top of that hard to grasp little object, and began to rub it back and forth and the friction created between the contact of my fingers and her love button, began to drive Sandy wild above me. You could feel the heat and juices of her twat beginning to flow, and her vaginal cavity began to open and contract with her expectance at anything that could be stuck in.
" 'Yes, my pussy ... Oh yes, shove your talented fingers into my pussy ... Oh yes, oh run your fingers into my cunt ... My twat wants you, my twat is twitching ... oh yes, oh rub the nookie ... Rub the hair pie ... Shove your fingers into my crotch region ... Into my cavern ... Oh yes, rub over the pubes, yes the furry beasted animal wants you ... The foliage ... Rub the foliage ... The vagina is contracting, it wants you, Rick, it wants you ... Oh ... Ah ... Yes, plow your fingers inward, plow your fingers into my cunt so the pussy juice will swirl around ... Yes lubricate my tunnel with they pussy juice ... Oh ... Ah ... Make my cunt hair wet ... Yes!, the button is hardening ... Make the button harden ... Make that love button harden ... Yes twitch around in my switch of womanhood ... Get me ... Oh yes get me in there ... Stroke your fingers in there. Furrow your fingers in deeper ... Rick, deeper ... Oh ... Yes ... Oh I love it ... and yes love my nipples, tweak my nipples ... Yes squeeze my nipples and love my tits ... They're getting hard, and firm, and my whole body is becoming spasmodic from your touch ... Oh ... Ah ... Yes ... Yes ... Keep it up ... Oh ... I've got to fuck you soon ... I've got to fuck you soon, oh I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you soon, soon ... SOON!' Sandy bellowed at me, as she began to rise and fall up and down into my lap from the contortions her body was experiencing as I furrowed my fingers deep into her crotch region, at the same time, the fingers of my other hand worked over her glorious mountainous orbs.
"Sandy responded to my lovemaking like a woman possessed herself. She took the activity that she was working on, on the insides of my thighs and switched to the area where it counted, my cock and organic regions. Her slender fingers and nails grabbed that swelling member between them, and made a loop with just the slightest amount of pressure, sliding up and down on it, up and down along the shaft, as it became cannon like, rock hard, and ready for battle. Sandy was furiously going wild herself, but she was in no hurry as she worked over my cock, and with slow, controlled, glorious, sensitive, touching motions, she ran those fingers up and down over that shaft, and reached down under and encompassed the balls, sac, testicles, hair, and the insides of my thighs in her activity. She was copping my glorious joint, and readying my meat for the activity which would follow. What a warm, wonderful, sexual girl this Sandy was, my own sister and I had no idea what a sexual animal lay within her. The work that she was doing with her fingers, hands, nails, and palms on my cock and crotch region, was done out of love, not just out of animal lust. You could tell the sensitive way that she touched me and the way my cock responded to her every touch, that she knew what she was doing, and she wanted to do it.
" 'Yes ... Rub it, Sandy, rub it ... Stroke my cock ... Stoke my loving cock, faster ... Faster ... Love it ... Oh ... Ah, ... Oh huh ... Oh yes stroke my cock, it's rising, can you feel it rising ... ? It's getting ten times, twenty times, thirty times, forty times, thicker ... It's filling with love's juices, love's lava, love's organic structures ... Oh, my male meat is becoming gobs of fucking male meat ... oh ... rub ... rub ... oh ... ah ... cup my cock in your -hands, yes that's it, in your palms, oh rub up and down lovingly over the shaft, rub it, love it, oh sweet Sandy, love it, love my poking pecker ... It's going to go inside your loins pounding away and loving the insides of your body ... Yes, any minute now, oh yes, just get it ready, honey, get it ready, cop my fucking joint, that's it, my fucking, sucking joint ... Oh ... ah ... yes, I love it ... I love it ... oh, go on rub, honey, rub, baby, up and down over the shaft ... get the head ... Yes, get it, that little eye, that's poking and staring up at you. The third eye in my body. Oh yes, the important eye, the one that spurts and spews love's lava ... , . Get it, yes rub the dong, rub the dickie dong, prickie-prong, oh get it, yes, massage my monster, massage my cock ... massage my shaft ... massage my balls ... yes get my balls, get my balls ... , My balls want you ... massage my thighs ... yes, stoke the underpinnings of my shaft ... Yes ... go ... yes ... oh ... ah ... yes it's swelling from your touch, It's rising, getting heated, pulsating, and throbbing in your hand, can you feel it, can you fucking feel it?' I said, going livid with sexual rage, and asking her the ultimate question, could she feel what she was doing to me?
"I knew the answers to my questions, of course Sandy could feel what she was doing to me. I could tell from the way her body was gyrating and rotating, and the way her ass was swaying on my lap, that we were about to become one. We were about to become united in one. We were about to become united in a sexual union that everyone plans their whole life around. A man's cock shoving into a woman's cunt, it was what life, sex, love, being, living, and breathing was all about. The fuck, the glorious, ever loving fuck. Sandy was no longer my sister, that thought had. left my mind long ago. She was just a sexual, sensual, being, with a furry beast, and a cunt that wanted me to pound and pulverize it, and love it. I was so glad that Sandy had come over to spend the weekend with me and my wife. I was glad that she loved me as more than a brother. Much more than a brother.
"I could tell that Sandy was going off into a wild, sexual, frenzied world of her own, as she, by the animal instincts that only two physically attracted beings know, lifted her legs up over my outstretched cock and pounced her pussy right down over the swollen bulbous cockhead. In fucking her glorious cunt from the rear, I could make the most contact with her clitoris of any other way possible. As my cock poked into her cunt, it swelled up, and made contact with every stroke on that love button. My cock surged through her loins, and became even more swollen, and if it went in like a cannon, it was now stroking in there like a whole arsenal of cannons.
" 'Fuck me ... yes, Rick, fuck me ... Pump in me ... drive your dong in me ... harder ... faster ... higher ... shove your fucking prickie prong in me ... Oh go on, Rick, shove it higher, ... faster ... oh ... ah ... I love it, Rick, I love it ... shove your fucking shooting schlong into my insides ... mutilate me with your member, Rick ... oh ... ah ' ... yes, get it in, deeper, deeper ... deeper ... deeper ... faster ... faster ... go on, Rick ... faster ... pound your beast into me faster ... mutilate me with your meat, faster., ... Wound me with your war weapon, cockhead, pound your instrument in there, poke your poking pecker . , . shove your snake like lizard ., . jerk your hot rod in me ... torture me with your tool ... batter me, batter me, batter my loins, batter my flesh, batter my flanks, batter my buttocks, batter my fucking body, beat me. Rotate, rivet, gyrate, I don't care, just go get it, I love it, I . fucking love it ... fuck me. Rick, pump ... push ... stroke it, baby dear, stroke it, oh yes ... lover, stroke it, lover, stroke it, oh ... ah ... stroke away Rick, stroke!' Sandy was rolling, writhing, and swaying, as we wallowed and thrashed on the chair, and I was fucking her cunt from the rear, she was going crazy in contorting motions with every thrust.
"Sandy was hanging on to my love organ for her dear life. Although I was stroking into her from the rear, she had a good grip on the front, and her hands totally engrossed my whole organic assembly. Her right hand was firmly entrenched, squeezing my balls, and shoving them further up into her hole, as her left hand guided the bulbous cockhead that was torturing her insides, in that direction and whacked off the expanse of the shaft that was showing below her cunt. In the meantime, I stroked wildly away in her insides, as my own hands worked away and cupped over each of her breasts beating them together, and tweaked at the nipples driving her to an even further frenzy. I could tell as her body stretched, writhed, swayed, jerked and lurched above me, that she was going through a spasmodic feeling of sexual ecstasy and delight. I don't 'think I was a brother to her anymore, but a lover, a loving cock, one that she could tell was loving every minute of the stroking that it was doing, and the pulverizing of her cunt.
" 'Sit on my cock ... sit on my pounding, erect, pumping cock ... oh ... ah ... oh, Sandy, you're so sweet, lovely, warm, tender, succulent, voluptuous, there aren't words enough in the world, in the English language, to describe how fucking sweet you are, Sandy. You're punishing my cock, you're torturing it, but I love it ... Keep going, oh please, dear, keep going, oh dear sweet Sandy, I love it ... oh ... ah ... uh huh ... yes ... oh go on ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh keep it up, keep sitting on my cock ... squat on it ... that's right, up and down, up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out, sit on it, baby, sit on it ... oh ... ah ... that's right, pump yourself, pump yourself, use your hands, pump it in, and out, in and out, pump my cock inside you ... make my own prick pulverize your pussy lips ... Yes, send my prick in there, send it in and introduce it to all the nooks and crannies in your fucking love groove. It wants to know, meet, love, and learn about every fucking nook and cranny you've got in there. It wants to know all the mysteries of your cunt, we've been living in the same house for many years, brother and sister, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't know any thing about you, make like my cock is a stranger to your cunt, which it is, and show it every region that it can possibly find. Ah ... oh ... uh huh ... yes ... love my cock, oh love my cock with your hands and your glands, oh yes, OHH ... AHH ... UH HUH ... UGH!' I said, going into a frenzied fury of sexual quotations, and instructions to Sandy, who did not need them. Her own animal instincts were enough, as she sat up and down along the rising shaft of my cock, and every contact with her clit, and cunt, drove me more wild with passion.
"With my cannon thrusting away at the insides of her loins, I felt like the rocket's red glare would burst in the air and shoot out of the head of my cock any moment. I could not remember the time, that my male meat was subject to such sexual abuse. My wife was a passionate lover, but she certainly wasn't as talented, glorious, and tight as young, tender, sister Sandy. Sandy was the greatest non-stop, no stop, lover I had ever known. She seemed tireless in her pursuit of my sexual happiness, because she knew that the happiness she was wreaking on my pounding prick, was also driving her wild with sexual fulfillment.
" 'Oh ... ah ... yes, Dickie-doo, yes, Prickie-roo, shove your jerking, hot rod up into my pulverized patch. Oh yes, honey, yes dear, yes brother dear, oh ... ah ... uh huh ... uh huh ... oh my God ... oh my fucking God ... you beautiful fucking bastard brother. Oh ... call it illegal, call it immoral, call it anything you want but just keep fucking me, oh yes, keep on fucking me, oh don't stop. Don't ever stop, just keep on fucking my tender loins ... because my tender loins are now becoming tortured loins ... As your flanks batter against mine, I can feel every inch of you. Spasms are shooting up and down along my spine, and my whole body feels like an electric volcano ready to erupt ... Yes, the electricity shoots through me every time your cock touches any portion of the inside of my vagina ... It's glorious, tremendous ... marvelous ... fucking fantastic ... pump ... pump ... faster ... higher ... harder ... don't stop now ... Rick, don't stop now ... don't ever stop, oh please promise me you won't stop fucking me ... furrow your sex-crazed cock deeper into my pussy ... My pussy wants it ... you're easing the twitch that I had in there for it ... the twitch is gone now ... My vagina is livid with rage ... oh ... it's exquisite ... I'm getting warm, wet, titillations from your cock, pounding away deeply in my insides ... go on pump it in the nookie ... pound it into the hair pie ... get the oozing honey pot ... I'm going to come all over your fucking cock ... Torture my twat ... oh now, oh yes, now ... I for sure am going to come all over your bulbous cockhead ... any second now, I'm going to drip all over the top of your gobs of male meat ... your cannon is going to explode and burst in my insides ... that once soft bulge in your shorts, is now hardened, lathering inside, riveting, rotating, and driving me wild ... oh ... keep it going ... keep it going, move me with your fucking weapon, torture me with that tool, oh that's it. OH ... AH ... Deeper ... deeper ... faster ... faster ... higher ... higher ... oh, go on, don't stop ... Rick, don't stop!' Sandy said, reaching the crescendo of her wild sexual frenzy, as I could no longer see straight, or do anything in control. I just kept heeding her instructions, and the animal instincts that were in my groin, made me keep thrusting, rotating, my beating, bruising cock into her inner loins.
"Sandy was right. In a matter of moments, we had our unbelievably glorious orgasm. My volcano like cock erupted wildly in her insides, and as the hot love lava circulated around inside of her vaginal cavity, I could tell that the ooze of her pussy juice from her own orgasm was intermixing with the come. My joing had been copped, and lovely Sandy, sister Sandy, was the glorious copper. I felt fantastic that I had satisfied her, and so satisfied from what she had done to me. We were two lovers merged together in our first sexual union; what could be the first or many lovely sexual unions. It was divine! Marvelous! Wonderful! I never wanted this union to stop, I was so glad that she had come to visit me, so fucking glad. I didn't even remember I had a wife."
CASE III-INTERVIEW II
When I ushered Rick into my office to begin interview II, I noticed immediately that he was far more tense than he had been in our first session. I again marveled, at his intense, dark, good looks. However, today, they were strained, and he looked worn from many hours of sleepless nights and worry. I could see the worry and the guilt appearing on his face. I figured that this would soon come out in our further conversation. I offered him a seat across from my desk, and took my time taking my place across from him.
"Well, Rick, that was quite a story you told me last time. I'm sure it was as much of a shock for you as it was for me. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind today." I innocently asked him, wanting to let him go in the direction that was natural for him to get the most out of his story.
"To answer you quite plainly, honestly, truthfully, and completely, doctor, I am falling in love with my sister, Sandy. There's no doubt about it, from the first time that we had that affair, that weekend, things have begun to change for me. I've become a different person. I reason it must be love, because I almost can't live without her." Rick said, spilling the beans I wanted to hear before me on to the table.
"It's very interesting, and very honest, Rick. I'd be interested to know exactly what effect all this has had on your sexual relationship with your wife." I further queried Rick in this area.
"That's not hard to explain, doc. I'm certainly enjoying sex with my wife much less. When we do it at all, I'm so ridden with a combination of guilt feelings for my love for Sandy, and my love itself, that I cannot concentrate on what was once such tremendous sexual territory for me," Rick said, looking down at the floor and almost not wanting to confront my eyes with his explanation.
"That makes a lot of sense, Rick. It's a natural reaction to this type of a situation. Before I can be of any help to you, though, I have to know what happened next, and how much farther the relationship with Sandy evolved," I said, instructing him that it was now time to tell me more of the story.
"My next big incident with Sandy came a few weeks later after my medical school finals when my wife and I went home for a visit ...
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"Sandy and I again were thrust together alone in my house, when my wife and my mother started to go shopping. My father was away at work, and that left us alone to do what we pleased. For weeks I had anxiously been awaiting this encounter, and I counted the moments until my wife and mother left so that we could be alone. I decided that I wanted this sexual foray to be interesting, exciting, and different.
"'I've got a great idea, Sandy. Why don't we go up into the attic, and look through all the old toys we used to play with, and the old photo albums and school yearbooks. It should be really fantastic!" I said to Sandy, wanting to get her up into the attic where we could be alone, and make love.
" 'That's a marvelous idea, Rick. It ought to be a lot of fun to go up there in the musty old attic, and look through the relics of our childhood. I can't wait. Let's go,' Sandy said, just as anxious as I was to get to a place where we could be alone.
Hand and hand, arm and arm, we ran up the creaky stairs and into the top of the old large house, and with not too much trouble opened up the old lock on the attic door. It was a warm spring day, and I opened the window to let in some air. It was musty alright, but as the breeze blew in, the room began to smell like spring. There were old toys, photo albums and relics of our childhood scattered all over the room, and we began to look through them with glee, as we resurrected the happy time that we had shared together in the family. Sandy and I both sat on the floor with our legs crossed and looked through the old family photo-albums. We saw pictures of each other all the way from the time we were born until almost the time that we were at right now. I noticed that Sandy had been a scraggly scrawny kid, and took a look at her and noticed how wonderfully she had blossomed, bloomed, and evolved at my awkward old self too, and was happy that I had turned out so well. Sandy and I laughed and giggled for perhaps an hour, as we rummaged through all the old things, which brought back memories with each passing moment. Sandy and I were sitting close to one another on the floor, and we could feel the heat of one another's bodies and the warmth of our stares as we looked at each other lovingly, longingly, and tenderly. The old memories, of our past, was bringing the two of us closer together, and I think it was at this point, more than at any other time in the past few weeks that we had been separated, that we realized we were truly in love, far beyond that of being brother and sister. I wanted Sandy's body, I wanted to feel her naked, responsive flesh next to mine and I'm sure from the way she looked at me, that she wanted the same in return.
"As I rummaged further through the relics in the attic, I came upon something that had been placed there not too long ago but was very familiar to me. I don't know where the family ever acquired it, nor what it was doing there, but I noticed in the corner, was a vibrator! It was a mechanical object, that vibrated back and forth in your hands, and was used for many things tike massage, back rubs, and stimulating the tired old muscles. Suddenly a flash came to me. I wanted to have sex with Sandy in the worst way, and I could not think of a better entree for it on this beautiful bright day, in this great old attic, than massaging her body with that vibrator and bringing her sexual passions to an unbelievable frenzy.
" 'Come here you lovely sister, Sandy, you fantastic piece of flesh, bones, meat and love. I want to show you what a tremendous idea I just had, and I want to try it out on you,' I said lovingly to Sandy, motioning her to come over right beside me, and lay down face first on the floor, so I could surprise her with the massager.
" 'What did you have in mind? What is your fantastic idea that is going to drive me crazy? Oh please tell me, Kick, please tell me!" Sandy said, getting excited at the thought of something new and different.
" 'Just take off your clothes, Sandy, and expose that beautiful body of yours on this nice warm spring day. When you've taken off all of your clothes, lay down face first on this blanket here, and I will show you heights of joy that you never felt existed. This tremendous sexual, sensual, idea I have, came to me as a flash like out of heaven, and I've got to try it out on you. You'll be the judge, to see if it is the best idea I've ever had or not.' I continued to arouse Sandy's curiosity at what I was going to do, as she stared at me for a moment and then decided to follow my lead as she began to take off her clothes.
"I watched again in awed amazement, as my succulent sister, Sandy, took off first her top, and then sexily slithered out of the remainder of her clothes. She never wore any underwear, and she stood again before me naked, beautifully naked. Her flesh glowed and simmered, as I stared at it, and she obeyed my commands by putting her hands over her eyes and laying face down, tits down, stomach down, and .cunt down right down on the blanket that I had layed out under her body on the floor. When I was satisfied, that Sandy was playing the game as I had dictated, and would not look to see what I was doing, I pulled the vibrator out from behind the chest where it was hidden from her view. I found a socket in the wall, and plugged the plug in. I was careful not to put the switch on now because I did not want to shock her, or make her open her eyes to see what was making the noise as yet. I was so fucking excited at the idea that I had, that I quickly undressed myself, as well, so we would both be naked and able to play on the floor with the vibrator.
" Here comes the surprise ... Here comes the fucking surprise, Sandy, darling dear ... Here comes the motherfucking surprise from your bastard fucking brother ... Ricky-dicky-doo is going to surprise you!' I said, in a joking, laughing manner as I approached her with the vibrator in my hand as I was happy to see that the cord extended all the way over to where we were with no trouble at all.
"I knelt down on my knees, parallel with her waist, and turned on the switch. It began to purr and whine a little, and then the noise subsided, as the vibrator got warmed up, and I placed it on her lovely back. Sandy gave a sort of jolt, as the sound of the vibrator, combined with the touching of it against her tingling flesh, created a reaction which she could not resist.
" 'You fucking fool, you fucking foolish asshole .,. You're going to use that goddamn motherfucking vibrator on your sister, Sandy, huh? ... Well, it's fine with me ... Rub it on me ... Massage my body with the fucking vibrator ... Do what you want to me ... Run the vibrator all over my flesh ... It's tingling and excited and waiting for you, go do your work ... And I want you to cover every inch of my flesh, and don't forget my tits, my cunt, my navel, and my neck and just get every fucking inch of me, please ... Oh please!' Sandy excitedly responded to the sight and sound and touch of the vibrator which she knew could wreak havoc with her sexual loins.
"With my knowledge of the various areas of the body which can wreak sexual havoc on a person, I took the vibrator, now purring in a sensitive sexy low sound, and placed it over her shoulder blades. I took that fucking vibrator and ran it back and forth with my palms, over her shoulder blades and behind the base of her neck, because I wanted to relax her and excite her at the same time. It was not hard to tell, from the response that I was getting, as her body writhed and swayed from side to side, that she was excited and being turned on by the vibrator. She was becoming loose as a fucking goose, as I rubbed the vibrator back and forth and it made a trail on her flesh, from the base of her neck now between her shoulder blades.
" 'Yes, Rick, yes ... Oh ... Ah ... that feels so comfortable ... so divine ... So wonderful ... so relaxing ... My flesh is getting all goose bumpy and tingly ... Massage me with it, Rick, massage me with the fucking vicious vibrator, oh keep going, don't stop ... You're just starting to get me going ... It's fantastic. It's marvelous. It's wonderful. Oh, Rich, oh go on get it ... Massage my fucking body!' Sandy uttered the words that I knew she was feeling within her loins.
"I continued the pressure with the vibrator, and massaged the region of her back which was just to the rear of her rib cage, and I went from side to side across the small of her back doing this. The electric motion of the vibrator, was even more fantastic than two human hands could provide. It moved in circles back and forth, back and forth putting just the right amount of pressure on the skin and bones, and bringing them to sexual excitement. Sandy's whole glorious body was now rising and falling in a lustful motion, as her insides began to become turned on to what I was doing. Her buttocks also rose and fell and this was a tremendous indication of the fact that her hair lined love gash was giving her signals, and sensations of excitement and ecstasy ... I was careful not to move the vibrator too fast, because the secret to a good massage was a slow, constant steady, rhythmic motion. Too fast, or too jerky, was just like a guy fucking a girl darting his thing in and out and not using any rhythm at all. If I used the vibrator correctly, she should come to as glorious an orgasm as if I was fucking her or eating her. Sexually, a vibrator, might not be known as straight sex, but we were brother and sister so there was nothing strange about the relationship.
" 'I'm getting to the good spot, Sandy ... I'm getting to the fucking good spots ... I'm getting to massage your buttocks. I'm going to get those beautiful tight cheeks ... And I'm going to go into the ravine between them ... and massage your fucking ass and your rectum ... And I'm going to get the insides of your thighs and then your calves ... And then I'm going to turn you over and massage your other side, and get your stomach and your abdomen and your navel and your tits and your nipples and then your glorious crotch ... I'm going to put this fucking vibrator right up into your cunt ... And it's to shake you to and fro and make you come from in and out and you're going to love every fucking moment of it!' I told Sandy, what I had in mind for her and I got excited .at the thought of what I was going to do to her myself.
"As I promised. I took the vibrator off the small of her back and began to massage it over the area at the base of her spine just over her protruding tight buttocks. This was a deeply sensitive area of the body, and I could tell that spasms were probably shooting electrically up and down her spinal cord over the vertebrae in and down to the base of her neck. She was going off into a euphoric state, and I could tell that she was really getting involved, getting emotionally involved with the fucking vibrator, and the rhythms that it was creating within her. It was all I could do, to keep from diving right into her asshole with my tongue, my teeth, my mouth, and my cock. That however was not the plan of attack I had for today's sex. It was great just to watch her being sexually gratified, as I massaged her body with that fantastic machine. There would be other days, other times, for fucking, sucking, reaming, creaming, blowing and eating, today was going to be 'her' day. Although my cock was getting tremendously excited, and rising from the passions that her naked body brought on, it was not going to be able to be put to use today. It was not necessary, I wanted her to love me as a brother, as a lover, as a friend, and as anything that could she could dream of, for any reason she desired, but I wanted to do her this favor with this machine.
"I took that goddamn wonderful vibrator now, and concentrated my total efforts over those buttocks. Back and forth ever so slowly and in rhythmic motions, I caressed her buttocks, making perfectly sure that I did not yet get into the ravine between them. That would come later. One tight cheekie buttock at a time was all that I worked on. First the right one as I massaged over it from the top to the bottom and from side to side working slowly and deeply as the vibrator was doing its duty. I then slowly switched to the other side going across the base of the spine and watching her tingle and jump with excitement. Up and down the left side now I wreaked the same havoc that I did on the right, and was bringing her to even greater heights of ecstasy and enjoyment.
" 'Yes ... Oh ... Ah , ... My fucking buttocks, get my fucking ass ... Massage my fucking ass with the vibrator, it's vibrating and I'm vibrating from inside, I love it ... Oh I fucking love it!' Sandy told me how much she was enjoying the vibrating motions on her rear end.
"I was terribly pleased, at the response I was eliciting from her wretched loins. I knew from my experience, that the nookie regions of her crotch, that lovely luscious glowing hair pie, was dampening from every single fucking touch of that vibrator on her flesh. I knew what was going on inside that crotch region, from studying about it in books, and from being told by girls I had made love to. I knew how the organs were supposed to respond, and what types of things elicited those responses, and I was so glad I had this knowledge because it was working for me in real life. I no longer thought about my wife, for all I cared I didn't even have one. My sister was the one that I wanted to concentrate all my love and attentions on, she was the one that turned me on, and I was the one who did it for her. I hoped her honey pot would ooze and become damp at just the thought of being with me. I saw that her twat twitched just at the very sound of my voice. I knew this was happening now, and it would happen in the future. I never wanted our relationship to end at this point, as I returned my efforts back to the vibrations on her rear end.
"I now took my free hand, and positioned Sandy's spreading buttocks wider on the floor. I took the vibrator and ran it along the inside of her right thigh just below the ravine between those buttocks, and this was driving her even further wild. Up and down the insides of the thigh and the back of her leg I went, and then without giving her any notice, ran the vibrator right over the ravine between the buttocks, and over the rectal opening called the anus, and on to the other side without even stopping.
" 'Oh fucking Rick ... Oh ... You fucking schmuck ... Oh that feels so good, fucking, put the vibrator back in my rectum, Rick, back in my fucking rectum, oh please put it back in my fucking rectum. I want you to furrow your fingers and the vibrator into the rectal groove ... I want you to shove the fucking vibrator in my anus . , . and have it vibrate inside my stomach and my kidneys ... Oh ... Ah ... My fucking clit and slit and groove and pussy and vagina are going crazy from the vibrator ... Oh ... I'm getting damp and wet. Oh ... Ah ... My fucking clump is getting clingy. My flesh is crawling and I want to leap out of my skin, I'm going wild. I can't stand it from the vibrator ... My whole love tunnel is becoming lubricated with pussy juice, just with feelings of that gorgeous tunnel ... My hole is ripe ... Oh Rick, oh keep going. Keep going, don't stop ... Faster, move that vibrator faster ... My beast is beckoning you ... Faster ... !' Sandy beckoned me to continue my assault on her with the vibrator.
"I knew Sandy was going ecstatic with rage, and I would not stop her for anything. I would not rob my lovely Sandy of her sexual ecstasy for anybody, anything, or anyone in the whole world. I worked it rapidly now even more rapidly over the inside of her left thigh and the back of her leg behind her knees, and that elicited an even greater response from her as she writhed and swayed and thrashed on the floor below the vibrator. I continued to go on and cup the vibrator over the backs of her legs and her calves all the way down to her feet. I knew this next thing I was going to do was going to drive her practically right through the floor and I was right. I took the vibrator and ran it right over the base of her feet and her toes.
" 'Oh my fucking feet. Oh it's so good .._. rub my fucking feet, massage my fucking feet with the vibrator ... Go on massage my feet with the fucking vibrator ... Oh ... Ah ... I love my fucking feet that are vibrating ... They're vibrating, I love it ... Oh keep it up ... My feet ... My feet ... And from my feet, get my pussy, oh please get to my pussy ... I'm going to go through the wall and the fucking ceiling, the floor, then I'm going to go right out the fucking window if you don't put that vibrator in my pussy soon. It's so ready, so ready for anything you can plunge in there but it wants that vibrator so much. Oh, please darling dickie-doo, Rickie-roo, put the vibrator, oh please!" Sandy said, as her foot reaction was what I had anticipated, and her cunt told her that it was yearning for that vibrating action within.
"With the vibrator, instead of with a command, I turned Sandy's body and she layed there spread eagled with her knees raised up and on her haunches before me flat on her back, awaiting that vibrator to plunge deep into her cunt region. She was not to have that wish as yet however. I wanted to work her to even greater sexual heights, and put her into an uncontrollable sweat, and give her orgasms while I was working it towards her vaginal opening. From the way Sandy was shaking on the floor, and her body was twisting and rotating, I knew that she was going through her first of what I hoped would be many glorious orgasms as I worked towards the eventual destination of the inside of her cunt.
"What I-was doing to Sandy, withholding that vibrator from her pussy, was almost cruel, in a way, but, when it finally got here she would thank me for withholding it as long as I did. She was being whipped to an uncontrollable sexual frenzy, and to deprive her ripe hole of waiting, and then that gratifying fulfillment when the vibrator finally got there would have been more cruel than what I was doing. It was all calculated to elicit the greatest possible response from her. I picked up the motion of the vibrator now even stronger and faster, as I ran it over the front of her legs and her knees. The knees were an extremely sexual sensitive area of the body, and I concentrated on the front and the backs of the knees and I kept that vibrator going relentlessly towards its eventual- destination.
"My cunt ... Please, Rick, my cunt, oh please soon. Oh please put the vibrator in my cunt soon ... Faster ... Oh ... Ah ... It can't take much more waiting ... My tits and my cunt are beckoning for the massaging strokes ... Your glorious ever loving hands on that motherfucking vibrator. What a combination ... Oh, Rick, oh ... An ... Uh huh ... Oh massage me ... Massage me with that loving vibrator ... Oh keep going, keep massaging me ... Keep going, Rick, keep going ... Oh ... Ah ... Uh huh ... Uh huh ... Ugh ... Yes, oh my tits, my pussy, my pulverized, mutilated, tantalized pussy ... Oh please now, oh please get my pussy. Get it already, get there!' Sandy relayed her feelings to me as she jumped right out her skin, up and down off her back, on her haunches, then back down again on her buttocks, as she did not know where to go, as she twisted and rotated and gyrated from the continued relentless strokes of the vibrator.
"The vibrator was controlling my hand, rather than the other way around. It was like a part of my anatomy, but instinctually knew which way to drive my sister, Sandy, the most wild. It how progressed like an animal itself, over the insides of her creamy thighs, and as it did so, she rose up and down and twisted again. She could not contain herself on the floor, she was going so wild it was unbelievable to the eye, and so gratifying to me.
" 'Sandy ... Oh fucking Sandy ... Oh fucking sister Sandy, I love you so much ... I want to bring you pleasure ... I want to bring you the most pleasure you've ever had ... It will get there ... Sandy ... I'll furrow it deep into your cunt ... And massage your orbs and your nipples with it ... It's coming, Sandy, just wait a little longer, hold out your furry fucking beast with the crisp wet damp foliage now, it will get it. Your nookie gash, your oozing honey pot, it will get the fucking vibrator in your ripe fucking hole. Your ripe fucking hole will be even more ripe and ready, as the vibrator passes over it ... Don't worry ... It's coming ... It's fucking coming.' I kept yelling at Sandy, telling her to hold on while the vibrator worked its path in its own rhythmic time, toward its eventual destination.
"The vibrator went all the way up the insides of her thighs, to the very face of her cunt, and then as if it knew what it was doing it passed right over in one sure stroke and continued on to just above her cunt in her pelvic region where the fur covered abdomen was, up towards her navel. Back and forth the vibrator moved in beautiful motions, as it rubbed that area of her body and drove her right up the walls with delight. Her love cavern was now spread so wide I could see into it, I could practically see the vaginal walls vibrating, as it wanted the love and attention that the vibrator or my cock or my finger or my tongue or my toe could give it.
This swatch of womanhood was now totally fully exposed to my sight, and her legs were spread out so far that you could have driven a Mack truck through her. Her ass bounced up and down off the floor and she went from side to side, she was in a world all by herself and I could not even reach her now. The vibrator went over her very sensitive navel region, and I pressed down here, and with my free hand I poked my finger in alternating strokes with the vibrator and this seemed to drive her even more nuts and crazy. Her pubic hairs and cunt region were now wet, they were soaking wet from the fucking massage. The vibrator raced practically by itself up to the base of her tits, passing over the rib cage and the upper abdomen on the way. I worked it back and forth over these areas before it got to her orbs, to give her every ounce, every fucking ounce of satisfaction that I could before I finally plunged deep into her fur covered gash.
"One tit at a time, one fucking ever loving glorious firming orb at a time, I clasped inside the palms where the vibrator was working, and worked over and over the hardening flesh of those beautiful orbs. With my free hand I worked over the other tit, and tweaked the free nipple, so as not to make one more jealous of the other.
" 'Oh ... Rick ... Oh that's it Rick, go on that feels so good, get my fucking tits, get my fucking tits, oh my tits love it ... massage my fucking nipples, get my nipples, make my once soft, elongated nipples glow, make them glow, and become hard, become marbles white and firm and shoot straight up and jut out at the ceiling and out the fucking window and up into the sky ... oh ... make my nipples swell ... make my fucking milk white boobs become red, pink, and swollen ... I love it ... make my mounds majestic ... Ah ... oh ... yes run that vibrator over my lovely hills and valleys ... mutilate my mammaries, oh please Rick, knead my tits knead them knead them like a baker kneads his dough ... oh ... it's exquisite ... sensational ... marvelous ... wonderful, oh yes, massage my tits and my stomach ... get them ... get my stomach ... massage them ... massage the valley ... massage the tits ... I'm loving it, I'm fucking loving it ... I can't take it I just can't take it any more this assault of yours this fucking assault ... I'm electric, I'm ready to explode ... I'm going to fucking electrocute you ... oh ... ah ... this fucking vibrator is going to come out of the wall and jump out of a window, it's so electrically charging my body ... !' Sandy moaned at me, obviously loving every last minute of my vibrating activity.
"I was so excited now I was leaping out of my own skin in sexual response to what was going on below me. But it didn't matter to me, I restrained my own sexual desires, for her ultimate happiness. It was this type of love that could give and not take, the kind that was unselfish in his love making, that was the kind of man that drove a woman crazy, and the kind that was so appreciated to the bitter end. A woman would do anything for this kind of man, and I wanted Sandy to know that I loved her deeply, not just as a brother, and that I would do anything in the world to bring her the ultimate sexual happiness. I was unselfish, and unrelenting, as my vibrator worked madly over her glowing orbs, and they did become red, beaten, swollen, and firm from the love that was going on beneath my hands. I knew it was about time now, about time for her cunt, that beautiful pussy that was just shaking beneath me flowing with juices and ready to receive all the love tokens, that the vibrator could give it. I kept her waiting long enough, the time was ripe. And I was not going to let her down now. I think she sensed this, and in one more tricky motion, I lifted the vibrator totally off her body and just stood there and giggled at her, as I watched her writhing on the floor, in the anticipation of what was going to happen, but without the fulfillment as yet.
" 'Come on you flicking asshole, don't laugh at me now ... you've got me to such a point I could jump out the fucking window if you don't place that vibrator on my throbbing cunt ... oh ... ah ... please Rick ... please I beg you, I beg you, more than I've ever begged you for anything in my life ... this means more than life itself ... I must have that vibrator rotating and gyrating through me ... sending its own electric jolts to mix with mine and mingle in my blood stream and sing electronic duets with my veins ... oh ... ah ... yes ... you've got it that's it ... You've got it, oh, yes, oh, get the clit, yes massage over the clit you've got it ... look how fucking far the pussy lips have parted to accept the vibrator ... oh, yes, vibrate, and shove your gingers in there, shove your fucking talented fingers in there, furrow them in deep ... get every fucking nook and cranny in my love groove, they're exposed to you they want you ... oh ... ah ... ah ... yes, oh yes, back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth, oh go on ... go on ... faster ... massage in deeper ... furrow the fucking vibrator with your fingers in deeper, go back and forth ... massage me ... don't stop, don't ever stop, Rick ... I fucking love it, I fucking love it. I love you ... I love you so much I can't stand it ... please, back and forth, oh, go on ... in deeper, deeper, deeper ... furrow the fucking vibrator in there deeper, get my nookie, get my fucking honey pot ... torture my twat ... oh yes, massage my cavern ... make my love gash glow ... mutilate the mound ... get my parting pussy lips ... oh electrify my nubbin ... oh yes rub over the knob ... oh get the clit ... oh ... I know I'm going crazy and don't make any sense but it doesn't matter ... I'm so lubricated and charged up and ready and I've already had two orgasms ... and I'm going on number three!' Sandy bellowed at the top of her lungs, telling me exactly what was going on in her body, and the fact I knew exactly what she was talking about, made me even more excited than she was.
" 'Yes Sandy ... I'm glad ... I'm so fucking glad that I've brought joy to you ... that I've given you sexual fulfillment ... I'll keep massaging you until you have eight or ten or twenty orgasms it doesn't matter I love you Sandy ... I fucking love you more than you could ever know ... I love you more than mom and dad and my wife and anybody else in the entire world ... I'd do anything in the whole fucking world for you ... we must never part ... we must never fucking part ... we must carry this relationship on forever ... I don't know how, or why, or when, it started or if it should continue ... but it doesn't matter ... all I know is I love you, and I must have you, and you must be mine forever!' I told Sandy exactly how I felt about her as I continued to massage the inside of her loins.
" 'Yes Rick ... yes fucking lovely brother ... you lovely brother bastard ... I don't care if you ever massage me, fuck me, eat me, suck me, ream me, or do anything to me ... this moment will stick in my mind forever ... I love you ... I love you more than you could ever know ... I know it sounds redundant but it doesn't matter they're not only words, you know it ... I started it ... and I shall see it is never ended ... I'll cling to you like a fucking vine clings to the plant ... I love you ... and I shall never let you go ... never fucking let you go ... oh ... ah ... I promise you I will never leave you ... not if you have one wife, two wives, four children, eight wives, ten children, it doesn't, fucking matter as long as you promise you'll stay with me I'll stay with you ... I'll never marry, and I'll never vary ... I love you. I fucking love you, oh ... ah ... yes, oh ... here it comes, here it comes again ... number four and I want more!' Sandy shouted, her obviously polite comment told me exactly how she felt about me as we lay there on the floor, and I drove the fucking vibrator through her loins.
CASE III-INTERVIEW III
As Rick sat before me in my office, at the beginning of the third session, he was much more terribly worried looking and frazzled than he had been either of the previous two times. From the relation of the episode with his sister, I knew the reason for his worry. He had become deeply involved physically, mentally, and emotionally with his sister Sandy, who was obviously a tantalizing love object for him. I wondered if he had not mixed the emotions on the physical attraction, for what he thought was real love for her. It seemed, though, that she might be living under the same delusion, from the way she was talking to him. The relationship was growing like any two lovers, and they were obviously not the least bit concerned with the fact that they were brother and sister and that he was married. It was just like a menage a trois in any other form of life. I was curious to hear what else Rick had to say about the relationship, and if there was anything I could possibly do for him I would probably know as .a result of this interview.
Rick sat before me smoking nervously, one right after another, as there was a lapse in time between the time I let him in the door, and I started the questioning for the final interview. I had to admit his nervousness, was making me feel a little uneasy, and I felt I had better start the interview soon, before he became a total nervous wreck before me.
"Rick, why don't you tell me how the relationship with Sandy is progressing," I queried him, to begin our third session.
"Sandy and I are now totally in love. I'm terribly worried, guilty, and unsure about the effects it will have on my wife and the rest of my normal married life. The fact is, I do love my wife, too. We've only been married a couple of years, but they've been a really terrific couple of years and I'd hate to see them go down the drain. I've known my sister my whole life, and I've never had this animal attraction for her that I do now. I can't live without her. I can't be away from her. Every time I'm not near her now, I become horny for her. My wife is beautiful, she gives me all the sex I could ever desire, but it's just not the same as with Sandy. I long for her. I yearn for her. I need her. It's become an obsession with me, my fucking sister has become an obsession. I can't shake her, it's like gambling, cigarettes, or narcotics, or other drugs, she's a fucking habit, and I'm addicted to my sister. What do I do? What do I do?" Rick said, almost foaming at the mouth from frustration.
"How is Sandy reacting to your relationship?" I asked, trying to find out what's going on from the other end, and to see if Sandy is putting any pressure on their relationship.
"Sandy calls me all the time. When I'm away at school, away from the house, anywhere I am. It's becoming almost embarrassing, because my wife keeps asking why my sister keeps calling all the time and I have to keep making excuses. My wife should be catching on by now because I'm making excuses to her about our sex life too, for some reason I just can't seem to get excited with my wife in the sack anymore. Every time I sneak off to see Sandy or something,' I get all burned out, and my yearning for her far overshadows the sexual desire and attraction I once had for my lovely wife. My wife and I used to screw five times a week, and love it each and every time, and we couldn't wait to get at one another when I would come in the door from school. Now things are totally different if we screw once a week, that is a lot. She's getting on edge, I'm totally unedged, because I know what's really going on. It's a fucking shaky relationship any way you look at it." Rick said in further explanation of his frustrating affairs.
"I see from what you've told me, that your marriage is even getting shaky and you don't want that to happen. How are you resolving all your problems up to now?" I queried Rick, to find out if he had any solutions, or was going forward in any direction, to try and rectify the situation that he had thrust upon him.
"I want to resolve it. I want to resolve it in the worst way. And after many many wretching hours of thought, long walks, and sleepless nights, and making excuses to my wife, I decided it was time to take action. I decided to have one final meeting with Sandy, to discuss our relationship, where it could lead, and to try and rationally decide what we could do about it. That was when I really got into hot water ...
"Sandy and I decided to have a secret rendezvous, at the family cottage. I told my wife that I had to leave town on some business for med school and I would be gone most of the day and perhaps even overnight. My wife, being the loving, trusting, animal that she was, did not question me for a moment, even though our relationship had been so strained for such a long time. As I drove up to the cottage, I tossed the ideas that I would discuss with Sandy back and forth in my mind. I had to tell her first, and foremost, how much I loved her, not just as a brother, or as a physical object, but as a feeling human being who's sensitive to my wants, needs, and desires. I had to tell her how this love was mitigated somehow with my love for my wife whom I was still so deeply fond of. I had to ask Sandy how she really felt, and ask her to analyze her deepest, darkest emotions, to see if it was just not a physical attraction between us, that had brought us together and was keeping us as a unit. I wanted her to make sure her love for me was a love of one human being for another, and not just brother-sister, man-woman, or lover to lover. Once we had these things straight in our minds, we could level and be honest with one another, I thought we could proceed from there to decide what to do, so we could continue and lead our lives in the best possible direction. It was almost impossible to think that I could divorce my wife and marry my sister. It was illegal, immoral, unethical, unheard of. But what was I to do, stay married to my wife whom I did love, but could no longer enjoy because of my sister. Were we to tell our parents what was going on? Were we to admit it to the world, could I tell my wife? All these things went through my mind, and were driving me crazy. I lapsed into daydreams on the way up to the cottage, on the lonely, back country roads through the woods and hills, and almost drove off the road several times from the frustration that was wretching inside my mind at not being able to come up with answers to these questions that I was posing myself.
"As I approached the cottage with my car, I could see that Sandy had already arrived before me and the door to the cottage was open. When I walked in, I was almost shocked at the sight I saw. As if I had never even looked at the girl before, I stared at Sandy and my mouth dropped open, as her beauty was fully revealed before my gazing eyes. She was standing before me, tanned and beautiful, in the slinkiest, skimpiest bikini I had ever seen in my life. The full expanse of her glorious figure, and her face and warm smiling lips, were now revealed to me in a light I had never even realized before. I fell so much more deeply in love with Sandy than I had ever been, that I felt this mission to resolve our problems was going to be a lark before it even got started. That strange feeling that happened to me every time I saw Sandy, happened again, and. the passions and juices began to flow within my body and well up within my sexual loins. How could I resolve my fucking conflict with Sandy, when there was no conflict in my mind at all? I had to have her, each and every time I saw her she became greater and better and bigger than life to me. She might wreck my whole social domestic life but I didn't care, because she made me happy in the ways that only a woman who loves, and that you love, can do. Maybe the fact that our relationship was so forbidden by law, morals and ethics, is the thing that made it so fantastic, I didn't know, and I didn't care, all I knew is that I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her, now!
" 'I love you Rick ... I know you came here to discuss with me what we can do with our relationship ... I've thought it over ... I've thrashed it over in my mind time and time again ... I know everybody will say it's wrong ... brother and sister cannot love each other as we do ... we carne from the same seeds ... the same semen ... the same genes ... the same parents ... but it doesn't fucking matter because we came from one we are one and we want to be united as one in love and in sex. I know I love you, and I can't live without you ... I can't marry for it would be the biggest sin in my entire life, to marry someone that I could never love as much as my own brother, I've had sex before I've told you that ... I've had plenty but it doesn't matter. I have never had it like I've had it with you, and I know I could never have it that way again. I can pour every ounce of my feelings into you every time we do something ... there are no inhibitions, no drawbacks ... no hangups ... just pure, total devotion and love between us ... I love you ... Rick, I fucking love you ... tell me you won't let me go, please, I beg you tell me you will not let me go!' Sandy spilled out her speech, poured out her heart to me, and she reflected the things I felt inside my own loins, as I cast my fate to the winds and charged through the door I knew this was going to be our most torturous tormentuous sexual fulfilled time yet.
" 'I must have you Sandy ... I'm being tortured in my mind ... but I know I must have you now, I must have you. I feel the same way you do dear ... oh Sandy dear, I love you ... come with me ... come to the beach and we'll make love on the sand ... beneath the sky ... on this beautiful summer day, as the waves beat in on our private beach nobody will disturb us as we make love ... oh, please come with me and make love!' I said to Sandy, taking her tender, glorious hand and feeling the tingle, touch, and shuddering vibrations shooting through my body, as our flesh made contact with one another, and I led her out of the cabin down through the trail to our private beach, and onto that glorious, white, sparkling sand next to the water.
"When we got to the sand, I stripped off my clothes, and ran my toes through the white, soft, pellets. On our own private beach, I was now down to my underwear, and Sandy was wearing that fantastic bikini. Before I knew what had happened, with my back turned she had removed it from her flesh, and she stood there before me a glowing, tanned, sexual being. I looked up at her and saw her lips were moist and wet with love and loving playing on them. Her tongue came out between her glowing white teeth, and I could see it going back and forth across her lips, ready to do service to me. I was her master on this day, I could just tell this was what she had in mind. It was tremendous, fantastic how I could read my sister's mind when it came to these matters. She looked like a fucking Greek goddess as she stood there totally tan except for the patches in her crotch region and her creamy milk-white tits. I had to restrain myself again, from diving into her cunt and wallowing and thrashing inside it. She was the kind of girl that you would want to thrust your whole body expanse, legs and arms, cock, nose, teeth, kidneys and everything you owned into her inner regions, and stay there forever licking that succulent tender warm juice that you know is in there.
" 'Today's your day ... I want to make love to you ... like you made love to me last time ... I'm going to massage your body ... and I'm going to blow you ... and ream your asshole ... and do the things I know will drive you crazy ... I want it for you as you want it for me ... I know you'll let me have my wishes ... because it brought such joy to you to make me go wild ... you know how much joy it will bring to me to do the same for you, dear brother!' Sandy reflected the idea that I knew was shooting through her head, and I could not argue with her, as I knew what talent she had in those fingers and loins, and what tremendous sexual fantasies she could leak over my exposed body.
"This time, I followed Sandy's lovely sexual lead. She lay my body down on my back, in the sand, and it felt so warm and wonderful as it covered my flesh. She gently removed my under shorts, which were bulging and bursting forward, with my hardening, swelling member. To bring the utmost amount of joy to my already excited loins, she just stood up above me, with sand running through her hands, and let it trickle down onto my body, which was becoming hot and warm and wet from the sun beating down upon it. Cool air, of that glorious spring day, shot into my nostrils and gave me a euphoric feeling of being close to nature, and watching that beautiful sexual beast above me, I knew that I was. Sandy dropped to her knees next to me, and began to run those long fingernails starting at the base of my feet, up and down and up and down on the bottom of my feet. It tickled like hell, but it was also one of the most sexy, sensual things I had ever had done to me, and I vowed that I was going to let her do anything she wanted to bring joy to my loins.
" 'Ah that feels so good ,.. yes Sandy it tickles, but I love it ... oh ... yes, love my body with your nails, fingers, hands, palms, and massage it, blow me ... you know how much I would love that ... I would be going so fucking crazy that you could command anything you wanted from me ... I would stay with you forever, as you know I will ... I'll never leave you, oh, but make love to me ... make ever loving mother fucking love to me, you sweet sister Sandy!' I told her exactly how I felt, urging her affections unto my body.
"I certainly did not have to tell Sandy what to do, as her instincts led her from the base of my feet and between my toes, to rubbing the insides of my legs with those glorious long fingernails. She had just the right touch, not putting too much pressure on me at all, but just running them so I could barely feel them over the thick hair on my body. She proceeded to go back and forth, up the long expanse of my hairy legs, concentrating much of her efforts on the inside of my thighs, which were becoming pink with-the joy that she was bringing to them. She continued to rub her nails, then her palms, over the inside of my thighs, bringing my skin together and pinching me there. This succeeded in bringing my hose shooting erect upwards toward the sky, like a fucking building. She was making my dick shoot upward like a skyscraper, and bulging almost as wide, as the blood, puss, ooze, goo, and gizz filled up into it, and stretched the skin out over the bones and made the cockhead appear bulbous, and rock hard. I knew she was not ready to administer to my cock as yet. There was a long way to go before this beautiful sexual creature got to that area. I knew it, and knowing it made me love her even more. From my thighs, her hands, fingers, and palms, began to pass right over the extent of my crotch region, running up the insides of my body and concentrating her efforts again on the region where my navel was.
"She bent over me and as she did so, her long, flowing hair trickled down over my body and as it touched me I became even more excited as spasms began to shoot through me. Her face was now covered with her long hair, so I could not see it, and all I could do was feel what was going on inside my navel region as her tiny, tender, warm talented tongue began to penetrate in there darting in and out like a fucking lizard. She jabbed into my navel and I could hear the slurping wet sounds as she filled the cavity with spit and saliva, and licked around and around. To me this was one of the most sensitive areas of the body, and everytime I even thought about it I jumped with glee, as I did so, my cock became even harder. Sandy paid no attention to how fast I would like my cock to have been administered to, because she knew, as I did, with the massage with the vibrator, that it was not the speed with which you got there that counted, but what you did on the way. Sandy took her ever loving, mother fucking time, as she administered to my navel, with her glorious tongue. She just kept furrowing it in and out, and blazing a trail inside of it as I would do if I were eating out her cunt.
" 'Yes ... lovely Sandy, lick my fucking navel ... get my Goddamned navel ... oh ... ah ... it feels so good, oh, lick and suction at my navel, oh, you know I love it, Sandy, dear ... get my fucking navel, ah ... tongue it ... suck at it ... suction it ... oh ... ah ... I love it ... your fucking tongue is blazing such a beautiful trail through my navel ... it's lubricating my fucking ripe navel, it loves it ... my fucking navel loves it. Oh, keep going. Keep going ... don't stop, get my navel ... massage my body with your fingers, hands, and tongue ... oh yes, you know how I love it ... go baby go ... go, get me, now!' I said, falling off into a euphoric state again, as she began to administer more deeply to my body and that tongue penetrated deeper into my navel and began to work up over my abdomen along the stomach, as her fingers ran over my rib cage, and began to bring the heights of sexual ecstasy.
"This girl really knew what she was doing, as she rolled my already tortured body over and put my face right in the sand. My back was now exposed to the glowing warm rays of the sun, and she continued to lick all over my back and spine with that tongue of hers, bringing jabs of ecstatic electricity shooting throughout, my veins. I was getting goose bumps on my body, from how excited I was as my cock made contact with that warm sand, and it became even harder. I felt that if I were left in this position, cock down into the sand, I would probably rivet a hole in there and go all the way to China, before I came out. This hose would widen, stiffen, and swell to the point where when it was ready to come, I could practically erupt a volcano all over China. Sandy assumed a position on top of me that I had never had done before. My face down in the sand, she straddled my body with her ass resting on the back of my neck, and she bent over and spread my buttocks wide apart, so she could stick her face right in my rectal region and tongue and ream out my anus.
"Sandy knew all the fucking tricks! I couldn't believe how glorious she was at making love. She buried her nose practically into the sand, and stuck her fingers in there to separate my buttocks even farther, to expose the red, tender regions of my rectal ravine. As Sandy did this, she reached her hands underneath me and began to massage my balls from the underneath and the rear. My cock was now throbbing, pulsating, gyrating, and beating into the sand, but there was nowhere for it to go because it was pinned down underneath her lovely weight. Her tongue began to sing and do a dance, within my rectal region, reaming and going over and licking the insides of my ass, where I used to take a shit, but where now I was enjoying the greatest sex of my entire fucking life. Her tongue was furrowing into me, and acting like a darting lizard as it jerked in and out and in and out of my anus. I had heard of being reamed, creamed, sucked, "and licked, but this joy she was reeking on my joints and loins, was too much to withstand. It was so fucking unbelievable, I didn't feel I deserved it, nor did I deserve her. She was so unselfish, she did not care about herself this day as I had not done the week before, but only wanted to make me happy. She was certainly doing her job.
" 'Oh ... ah ... yes ... oh ream my anus, ream my fucking anus, oh I love it ... I've never felt anything like that before ... stick your glorious tongue in there ... ream over the insides of my anus ... oh ... ah ... yes, probe your tongue through my rectal opening ... yes up over my spine, over the base of my spinal cord into my asshole ... ah ... your tongue is such a fucking fantastic satiny texture ... oh what a fantastic exquisite feeling I'm experiencing ... oh ... ah ... yes tantalize my anus opening with your tongue ... your fucking tantalizing tongue is driving spasms up and down my spine. I can't stand it, I can't spread any wider ... my fucking joint is going to rivet its way all through the earth ... oh ... ah ... my balls my testicles are burying into the sand ... we may never find them again ... I'll come so much lava into the fucking sand, that the friggen volcano erupted ... oh ... ah ... I can't stand it ... it's so glorious ... yes assault my rectum, assault my fucking rectum ... enter it ... go on, enter it ... all the electricity of it is driving me wild ... I can't stand it, oh ... your harsh breath beating into my rectum ... oh, I'm going crazy ... fucking crazy!' I shouted at Sandy, at the water, at the air, at the wind, at the world, trying to tell everyone and everywhere and everybody exactly how I felt at this most glorious moment.
"I don't even think Sandy heard me, as she continued to furrow her tongue deeper into that reddening ravine. Her tongue was playing Lewis and Clark, trail blazer, pathfinder, she was going through areas that I did not know her tongue would ever find. She was finding new nooks, crannies, and grooves, in that area of my body that was driving me wild with frenzied excitement. Warm, wet, oozing, gooey titillations shot through me and I felt I would have ten orgasms myself by the time she finally got to my cock. Needle jabs of passion gyrated, rotated, and shot through the nerve endings of my body, with each and every one of the razor sharp, darting, love tokens of her tongue. This glorious fucking sister just kept suctioning away at the insides of the ravine, and reaming the inside of my anus with loving strokes. Her tongue was feasting, ravishing, every morsel that was to be had from that end of my body. As her tongue plowed inward deeper and deeper, my spirits soared upward higher and higher and I could no longer stand the abuse that she was making, the assault on the rear entrance to my body. Fucking and sucking was one thing, but this reaming was something quite different, quite glorious, and my cock was just burying its meat into the soft sand. I could hear Sandy slurping away at my asshole and I could feel her warm breath rushing in there, and the glorious tender texture of her moist tongue and lips gnawing away at the insides of my buttocks. To add even further to my sexual state, and my frenzy, she took those hands and ran them right under my body and caressed the underpinnings of my balls, squeezing them together first softly, then harder, then softly, then harder, in a tremendous rotation of love and affection.
" 'My cock ... my cock is yearning and burning and desiring your moist tender wet lips ... oh please ... no, now is the time, please, you've got me ready ... you've got me ready to shoot and spurt and spew ... oh my cock wants you Sandy, lovely Sandy, dear sister Sandy, it wants you ... it's burning for you. Yearning for you. Oh, please, pulverize my penis ... please suck on my organ ... mutilate my member ... drive on my dicky dick my pricky prick my pricky prong ... oh mutilate my monster ... please suck and ravish and eat away at my beast ... ah my schmuck is crying for you. My meat, my male fucking meat, my wounded war weapon ... my poking pecker ... my lovely snake ... my lovely lizard ... my hot jerking rod ... my erect skyscraper ... my tormented tool ... call it what you want ... lathering cock, beating, pulsating, thrusting, swelling, bulbous ... jabbing, rotating, gyrating .., joint. Give it any name you want but please, please now, now is the time you've built me up to this crescendo and I must have it ... I must have your wet, warm, succulent, voluptuous, talented tongue, teeth, lips, and fingers massaging, administering, and gnawing my flesh. Now, please, oh I can't take this reaming ... oh yes, oh keep going ... you've got it ... harder ... ream me harder and deeper ... faster ... shove your tongue in deeper ... faster ... I love it ... keep going ... my cock, my ass, my anus ... reaming, creaming ... gyrating, rotating ... shove your tongue in deeper deeper faster ... faster, harder, higher ... faster, harder, higher, lower, slower, faster, deeper, I don't even know what I'm saying now, I'm loving it so much!' I panted hotly into the sand, my body rising and falling, twisting and turning from her ministerings, and I knew that the time was coming shortly that she would heed my call and administer to my cock.
" 'All I ask Rick ... my darling lovely brother Rick ... is that you never leave me ... before I administer to your cock ... and blow it ... and make it shoot out and upwards and erect, towards the sky, and love it and cop it and suck it and lick it and ream it and watch it cream on my lips, is that you'll never leave me ... you must promise me. Please Rick, Ricky, Rick, please Dicky, Dicky, Ricky, Rick, please, oh whatever I say I only say because I mean it ... please ... promise you'll never leave me ... you'll be mine forever ... and I'll melt into your cock with my mouth, and I'll pour it into my throat, and let it go into my body as far as it will, and I'll never regret it!' Sandy said, revealing her total emotions before me, as if I didn't know better before all this had happened.
" 'You win ... you win, but there was no battle to win. No fight ... there was no fucking fight between us ever ... it was never in question ... you know I mean this as I've never meant anything else in my entire life ... Somehow, some way, somewhere, I'll find a way never to have to leave you ... I don't know what's going to happen to my wife ... but right now that doesn't matter. I love you. I want you. I've wanted you since the very moment we got together that first time at the apartment ... I've thoughts of nothing else ... no one else but you ... to promise not to leave you would be the easiest promise in the entire world ... please not now, I can't stand any more conversation, any more thinking, any more frustrations, please. You know what I want ... you've brought me to this point and you know what I want ... I want you. I want your glorious mouth suctioning, blowing, licking, and reaming away at my cockhead ... my fucking cockhead that wants you so much ... you love it and it will love you and they'll never leave each other!' I returned Sandy's request with a statement of my own, vowing my total, never dying love and affection to her.
"I've never seen anyone respond to spoken words of the English language like Sandy did in response to what I'd just said. She fell! I am not exaggerating, fucking fell right down flat on her hands so that she could suction away at my cock with no further delay. As I spread my legs so she would have an easier access to that cock region, she crawled right between them and thrust both her hands in the shaft, and put it in her mouth, and plunged it in so deep, so fast, that it was taken by surprise. If it had been shooting and erect before, now it was absolutely livid with rage! The warm insides of Sandy's mouth and throat felt just like her tight warm pussy. There was really no difference, and a blow job, or a suck job and a ream job, or whatever you want to call it, was the most glorious thing a woman could do. It was a total gift of a woman's nature. It was putting her most cherished area outside of her cunt, the area that she ate with on the area you pissed with. She had already reamed out what is considered to be the dirtiest area of the body, and now she was right at number two, and trying her hardest to make that area of my body come alive and shoot up, as it was undoubtedly going to do.
" 'Yes ... oh ... Sandy yes you've got it ... you know what to do honey ... yes, lick the head ... lick the fucking cockhead, yes ... get the fucking cockhead ... shove it in your mouth and suck on it ... suction away ... make believe I am that Goddamned milkshake ... the malted milk ... whatever you like best ... ice cream, lollipops, candy, it doesn't matter ... whatever you like to suck, whatever sweet thing makes sense to you ... make believe that's what I am ... that I think that you think my cock is the sweetest thing you'll ever suck ... I know your cunt is that to me ... oh ... yes ... keep going Sandy, keep going you lovely creature ... massage my balls ... massage my balls. Get the underpinnings of my cock shaft ... Oh, yes, watch it grow. Watch my fucking cock shaft become thick, hard, swollen ... yes watch it gyrate, throb, rotate, beat, and pulsate from your every touch ... Look at it. It looks like a fucking cannon getting ready to do battle ... it looks like the whole fucking cannon arsenal like I've said before ... oh ... ah ... oh yes, cop my joint. Suck my glorious joint ... please suck away ... Ream it. Cream it. Suck it. Lick it ... get my dicky dick ... my dicky dong, my pricky prong ... My whole organ loves you ... Oh yes, oh, run your tongue along the underside of my shaft ... that's right, between my balls ... Take my balls in your mouth, oh, you've got it, you glorious creature, you've got it ... oh ... ah ... gnaw and chew at my balls ... yes, whack, whack off at my shaft with your fingernails ... Yes, run your fingers over my shaft and the head ... Yes, the head is red, swollen, talking to you. Can you see the eye in the middle talking to you and telling you how it feels? It's so erect now there's no mystery as to how it feels about you ... yes, love it ... stroke it baby, with your mouth, your tongue, your lips. Shove it in your throat ... , Yes, it wants to come inside you. Oh, yes, ah ... ah ... ah ... mmmm ... that feels so good I can't fucking stand it!' I muttered at Sandy, bellowing and beckoning her to greater heights of ministerings, as I knew that I did not need to say these things to her, because she followed suit even before I said them.
"Sandy was the most marvelous creature ever invented on this earth. She devoted her total being, every fucking fibre in her beautiful body, into making me happy. My once soft cock was now so hard, so stiff, so fucking firm, that the rocks of granite in the rock quarries could not compare to its stiffness. Just as that girl had made a total meal, ravished, feasted, on every morsel coming out of my anus, she transferred her attentions to my thrusting, beating, bruising cock, which was going now from side to side, battering at the breeze, in every possible direction. She was not just auctioning away at it like you hear many girls do, but she was slurping, actually slurping, from the insides of her mouth, and gnawing as she did it at the edges of my cockhead that separated it from the shaft. She stuck her fucking tiny tongue tip right into the middle of the eye in the middle of my bulbous cockhead, and that drove sensations through my body that I had yet to experience even when she was reaming out my anus. I was there, I was fucking there ... I was there, and I knew I was there. I knew I would never go anywhere else ... I had found a home with Sandy ... my loving, fucking, sister Sandy ... and my home and my cock's home was in her loving mouth ... I would never leave her, I knew it.
" 'I love you Sandy ... I'll never leave you ... oh ... ah ... just suck Sandy, suck ... my cock loves you ... I love you ... every ounce of me loves you ... my whole being loves you ... and none of us will ever leave you. Oh ... ah ... yes, Sandy you've got it. You've won me, and it didn't take much to win me because I love you, and I will never leave you as long as I live!' I said, leaving no doubt in her mind or mine as to the fact I meant it."
SUMMARY - CASE III
The case of Rick, and his incestuous, deeply involved relationship with his sister really baffled me.
Here we have a young man with obvious intelligence and mental capacity. He is happily married to a beautiful woman, and on the way to a bright future as a doctor. Seemingly, Rick would have everything in the world going for him. Unfortunately, something happened somewhere to throw the normal balance he outwardly enjoys, off kilter.
One advantage in working with Rick is that he is intelligent enough to recognize and deal with his symptoms. His pre-medical and medical education leave him a great deal more aware of the workings of the human mind than most people.
I searched my own resources deeply to come up with a. cause, a reason, an explanation for Rick's activity, but I am not sure that I have, or can find one.
Rick's attraction to his sister may have been a product of some deeply imbedded psychological conflicts, or on the other hand, a circumstantial outgrowth.
If the problem is one that has deeply imbedded psychological roots, it may take a good deal of psychoanalysis to uncover them.
On the other hand, if Rick's attraction for Sandy, and vice versa, is one of convenience and circumstance, then we may be able to reach a quicker solution.
It is very possible that the latter explanation is the more valid of the two. For instance, Rick had always been close to his sister. He was alone with her while under the pressure of medical school exams. She stirred up his desires by her questions on sex and her affectionate advance. Rick may have been perfect prey for Sandy's exploitation. He may have needed relaxation and release from his pressures and Sandy was at the right place at the right time in the right mood.
What began innocently, evolved into something far more serious when they pursued their relationship. It is very possible that Rick, once hooked by the variety Sandy afforded him, kept it up as an outlet for his pressures.
I hope the second explanation is the valid one. It will be simple to straighten out if it is. I recommended psychiatric treatment for Rick and he is currently involved in it.
CASE IV-INTERVIEW I
Name: Al
Al, a forty-year-old married man, sat before my desk looking troubled, nervous, and worried right off the bat before he spoke his first words. Al was a wealthy investor, who came to see me at the request of a mutual friend. Being forty years old, he was still not an unattractive man. He was graying maturely at the temples and he still had a thick head of hair, that he wore very long in the fashion of the young. He was extremely well tanned, muscularly developed, and in fantastic shape for a man his age. On top of this he was a sharp dresser, and a smooth operator.
"You look worried Al. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" I asked Al, to get the interview under way.
"Quite simply, doctor, I'm on the verge of a fucking nervous breakdown any minute. I need your help desperately," Al said, in reply to my question.
"Why?" I queried Al simply.
"To be quite frank ... and honest ... I'm totally in love with -three different women. To make matters worse they're all in my immediate family. I am carrying on incestuous relationships with two of these. I'm at my wits' end, I don't know what to do, and there doesn't seem to be any solution in sight," Al revealed the basis of his visit.
"That sounds very strange and unique, Al. I would be interested to find out how you got into this situation. Why don't you explain it to me," I instructed Al to begin his explanation.
"It all started, doctor, when my wife went out of town unexpectedly, to visit her sick mother. She left me home alone with my young daughter Diane, and with my niece Patty who was coming over to keep us company while my wife was gone. Before I go any further I think I should describe Diane and Patty, because they really fit into this story. Diane is my eighteen-year-old daughter. She is an only child. She is a beautiful model. She is tall, has long, slender, gorgeous legs, bright red flowing hair, beautiful, vivid hazel eyes, and a sumptuous, voluptuous, figure. Patty is her cousin, my seventeen-year-old niece and she takes not a back seat to Diane. She is just as beautiful as my daughter. She is darkly complected, with long straight jet black hair which goes all the way down her shoulders to her waist. She has black, pitch fucking black eyes, and an unbelievably voluptuous figure for a girl her age. Her tits are so large, firm, and well developed, and her nipples as well, that they form one of the most beautiful pairs of objects I've ever looked at. As I began to tell you, Patty and Diane were assigned to keep me company, cook for me, and take care of me while my wife was away on her extended stay."
"That sounds like quite a cozy arrangement, Al. Why don't you tell me what happened first, because I can't really understand how you can be in love with the two of those girls and your wife in so short a time. Start from the beginning, and give me the affairs as they happened, in order," I instructed Al, to ungarble this mess that he was in for me so that I could help him.
"All right, doctor. When my wife first left to see her mother, Diane and I were left home alone waiting for Patty to arrive so we could all eat dinner ...
"I must admit, I had always noticed Diane as a physical being, but she was my daughter, and I love my wife. I had heard about affairs between older men and younger girls, and even fathers with their daughters, but I passed it off as something other people did, something weird, something incestuous, against all morals and legal rights, something totally wrong. Believe me, believe me beyond anything I ever tell you I had no intentions to start up with my darling daughter Diane.
"I was lying down on the couch, reading the sports page, and Diane was playing her rock music. I paid no attention, as I heard her feet move against the wooden floor, as she was dancing to the music. The music kept blaring, but I hardly heard it because I was engrossed in some story on the sports page that interested me tremendously. I just could barely make out Diane's bare feet rubbing against that wood floor, in step to the rock music. I thought nothing of it, why should I, I had seen her dance that way a thousand times before.
" 'Look Dad I want you to look at me dance ... look at me dance ... watch my steps ... I want you to watch me dancing to this music ... it's a fantastic album ... and I love dancing to it ... !' I heard Diane urging me to watch her dance steps.
"I looked up, and watched her sumptuous figure gliding over the floor, as her red hair flowed and her hazel eyes gleamed into the room and pierced my very presence, as she swayed to and fro to the music, and knew exactly what she was doing. I had to admit she had a fantastic figure and tremendous sexual, sumptuous, movements, and I was becoming turned on just by watching her. I figured that this was no good so I put my head back into the sports page and buried it where it once was, trying to get my daughter's attractiveness out of my mind, I knew we were alone and Patty was going to come soon, but we didn't know when. The fact that she would come, totally subsided all of my temptations, because I could never get caught in the act with my daughter Diane if Patty was to come over and find us. That would be just great, all the family would know about what was going on, and there would be no peace at all for me. I would probably be put in jail for the rest of my life. These thoughts danced through my mind briefly and I had to laugh to myself as I was having sexual fantasies about my own daughter. I knew nothing could ever come of it, she was just a young girl that I loved, because I had given birth to her, I loved my wife. I laughed it off inside my head, and got back into the sports article.
" 'Come on Dad ... you didn't watch me dance ... you just glanced over at me like you didn't even care what I was doing ... I want you to pick your Goddamned head out of the sports page and look at me ... would you fucking look at me!' Diane said swearing as I'd never heard her before, obviously very mad that I had neglected to watch her talented dance steps.
"I reasoned to myself, that I sure was feeing a shitty father, not paying any attention to the talents of my daughter. So I decided to take my Goddamned head out of the sports page and watch her dance if it would make her happy, and I'm sure it would not be painful for me. The sight I got, when I picked my head out of the sports page, was something that ninety-nine, and ninety-nine one hundredths percent, of fathers all over the would shall never see. My daughter was in the process of removing the top right off of her body and revealing her large, beautiful, glowing orbs to me.
" 'Stop that. What, are you going crazy, Diane?' I said, in absolute utter shocked amazement wanting her to stop it this minute. I didn't know what she was doing, and I didn't care, it was going to drive me nuts, I knew it, and it sure wouldn't look good if Patty walked in.
" 'Shut up Dad ... I want you to see what I really can do . , . I want to show you how fantastic a dancer I am and how my body can really move!' Diane retorted, telling me to just watch, as she put on a floor show for me.
"I dropped the sports page now, not being able to believe what was going on before my eyes. It dropped harmlessly to the floor, as the feet were once laying prone on the couch swung over the edge, and I sat forward on the edge of the couch watching my daughter going through her contorting dancing sexual sensual motions. Her top was now totally off, revealing the full expanse of her breasts, and she taunted me with it as she threw it right by my ear and it landed harmlessly on the other side of the room. Diane now spread her arms wide apart, rocked, rotated, riveted, and twisted the top of her body to the music as her breasts beat back and forth in the same rhythm, each going together in the same directions back and forth, back and forth. I was going absolutely crazy watching her do this, this was my own daughter and passions were welling up inside my loins that I could never know existed.
" 'Stop it ... stop it this fucking moment young lady ... please stop it ... I can't take it. I'm your father, but I'm also a man ... please fucking stop it!' I urged, begged, and prayed for her to stop it, for I didn't know how much longer the father in me could hold out over the man that was rising in my pants.
" 'I won't stop ... I want to dance ... you can't keep me from dancing ... I love it ... I want you to love it ... now watch me dancing keep quiet!' Diane reprimanded me again for breaking into her train of concentration, as she spun around the room and danced across the floor, giving me tremendous sensual sexual movements.
"Diane continued this sexual farce, as she began to do a shimmy with her hips, and shimmied, shaked, rocked and rolled around the floor, as she began to undo her miniskirt. As she did so, it fell harmlessly over her legs to reveal that patch of honeydew-colored golden love bush, that hid the gash between her thighs. Diane was now totally fucking naked in front of me and doing contortions and dancing steps of a stripper, walking around seductively before me and parading her sumptuous figure knowing that the man in me, was now taking over from the father. It was unbelievable how she could sense this in my eyes and my face, as the anger that was in me from what she was doing, turned to lust, the lust of a lover, the lust of a man. I was sitting on the edge of my fucking seat now like a man at the fifty-yard line at a football game, urging and rooting his team to win, watching the runner go for the final touchdown. Spasms of joy, started to shoot throughout my thighs, legs, feet, calves, and stomach muscles, and especially my cock because it was beginning to rise with the heat in the room, and the activity that was going on with Diane's naked state.
" 'Oh, please Diane stop it ... please fucking stop it now ... go away go in the other room put your Goddamned clothes on ... I can't stand it, Diane, I can't stand it. I can't hold back any longer ... if you keep that up one fucking more minute ... I'm going to attack you ... I'm going to jump you ... your own father ... your own fucking father is going to attack you and rape you ... and I don't know what I'll do to you ... I don't know if I could be responsible ... I may be your father ... but I'm an ever loving, mother fucking bastard of a lustful man ... there are plenty of women that could tell you that ... I'm in love with your mother ... and I don't want this to ruin our marriage ... and Patty could walk in ... but I must have you ... if you stand there I must have you and there's nothing I can do about it ... !' I warned Diane of the consequences of her act, and what might happen if the man in me would totally take over the father figure, and I would attack her and rape her and ravage her sexually.
"Diane seemed to be totally unimpressed by my continued warnings, at my lack of restraint as a human animal. She seemed like this was what she wanted to happen. Like it was a battle plan for her. Like she wanted her own father to attack her, to rape her, to batter away at her loins, to fuck the ever loving pissing shit out of her. It must have been a battle plan, or she couldn't have taken that body that she knew was so sensual, and paraded it in front of me in such a naked sexy state, and expected me to withhold my passions. That dangerous feeling was creeping into my loins, and I could look down and see the bulge in my pants, and I knew what that meant. I knew that my whole organic structure, my member, my cock, my organ, my dick, my dong, my prick, my prong, anything you wanted to fucking call it, was beginning to lather and get ready to swell, throb, beat, and pulsate to the rhythms of the sex that was standing there so blatantly before it. When that organ called, there was no way to avert it! It had to be answered, and it had to be satisfied, it was the one thing on earth, along with a woman's cunt, that could not be conned or cheated. When the tool in a man's pants became erect, just like when the cunt in a woman's skirt became damp, there was only certain things that could be done to satisfy them. They needed love. They needed something to put in, or something in them. Whether it be fucking, sucking, licking, reaming or creaming, some sort of love was needed in those areas to make them quiet down. And once they've had it, they were never quiet for long; not in a whole human sexual animal.
" 'This is my last warning, darling Diane ... your fucking father is perishing in front of your glorious naked state. The father in me is disappearing, and the man is taking over. In less than a Goddamned minute I'm going to come and attack you and pulverize you and punish you and make you wish you had never done this to me. I am going to give you punishment for doing this to me, and I don't know whether you consider this punishment of pleasure, and I don't know how I'll react to it, but I know I'll have to try. Nature is calling at my loins, is bribing me to do things I know I should not do, that I may regret later, but I'm falling in love with your body, and there is nothing I will be able to do about it please stop ... don't drive your dad to this ... don't drive me to this ... drive me to drink ... drive me to drive drunk ... drive me to drugs ... drive me to anything else in the world, but, not to incest. Not to fucking immoral, unethical, illegal, incest ... It's not right. Oh, please, it's not right ... please, stop, please ... oh, please Diane stop, stop this dancing. Run and put your clothes on, and we'll forget this ever happened, please, oh, no ... oh, fucking no!' I knew now I had passed the limits. My pleas were over! I had pleaded with myself, I had pleaded with Diane, I had done everything possible under the sun to make it not happen, but there was no more way I could control it now. The man in me had taken over; the father had vanished and gone away for the evening. It was all over for me and now it was about to begin for her.
"Diane seemed to eat up, to love every moment of my ambivalent passioned frenzy. She knew the sex in me was rising, she could see the bulge in my shorts underneath my pants as well as I could feel it. Rock hardness, that was rising in me, and the erect giant monster that would batter her loins, was like music to her ears. She went over and turned on the music louder, and the heat of the room got more intense, as my body began to sweat, and hers began to lather up, from the sexual excitement that I was going to cause her. As I tried to restrain myself one last time, Diane gave me the incentive I needed to leap off the couch. She bent over on all fours, and stuck that glorious beautiful rectum with the anal opening red, and texturized, peering me right in the face. That was it! I had had fucking enough! I could not take one more fucking second of watching her ... I leaped off the Goddamned couch, and as I did so, I undid the belt of my pants and the zipper on the way across the room to Diane. Diane saw me coming at her, with fire in my eyes, and her eyes in my pants, and she did nothing except stand there waiting for the assault she so much wanted. She opened her arms to accept me as I came across the room. Open arms, and an outstretched cunt; my eyes went livid with rage and lustful wildness. I had now ripped away the belt and unzipped my pants and taken them off, my underpants were not far behind. I leaped, and bounded, across the room, now totally naked with my throbbing member, jutting, rotating, and darting in front of me like the bruising weapon it was going to become. I was going to rape my own fucking daughter. She saw me coming now with fire in my eyes, as I said, and she ran to the recliner rocker, and plopped herself in it so that she was lying flat on her back, and she raised the attached footrest to shoot straight up in the air. She was in the position that was the easiest for me to get at her. She knew it. I knew it. I was going to do something about it. She knew I was going to do something about it. She had planned it this way, from the very instant she knew my wife was leaving. I hated her, and loved her, at the same time for making this come true, for making this be possible. I was going to get the youngest, sweetest, most tender piece of my entire life, and the most amazing thing was it was going to come from my very own daughter. Just the thought of having it all in the family, drove me even more wild livid with sexual frenzy and rage, as I ran and took one last leap onto her sprawled body which was prone in the rocker.
" 'Yes, daddy ... you got the fucking message ... that's what I wanted all along ... ever since mother decided to leave ... I waited and planned and plotted the moment she would leave this Goddamned house, so I could have you to myself ... and seduce you into this position ... I wanted you to fuck me for a long time dad and I'm going to get my want wish now ... oh ... ah ... please suck on my tits, suck on my nipples, love me ... and pulverize and pump into my beautiful pussy ... my young tender, succulent pussy wants you in there ... don't worry I'm not a virgin ... I've been the route before, not many times, but enough to know how to make you happy ... go on throb, pulsate, beat, gyrate, and rotate into my loins ... rape me, I don't care what the fuck you call it, but this is going to ;be the most wonderful moment of my life ... I've wanted this for many, many years. Please, don't worry, don't feel guilty. Don't feel bad. Don't feel immoral, illegal, or irresponsible ... I want it. I forced you to do it. I made you do it. I appealed to the man in you, not to the father, and I want you to take the woman in me not the daughter ... oh ... please go get it, go fucking get it!' Diane urged me, and with the logic, and tone in her voice, I could no longer deny my manhood, so I took my cock in my hand and began to shove it in between her waiting loins.
"Diane's legs were so perfectly spread out in this position it was unbelievable. The shape of the rocker was the ideal position to fuck in. It reclined, so her ass was down and her legs were up, like a woman rising up on her haunches. But she didn't have to do this in the recliner rocker, it was all done for her. All I had to do was lay down directly on top of her between her legs, and I was in the ideal position for total immediate entry and access to that gorgeous livid vaginal membrane which waited for my pulverizing pounding cock. Before I entered Diane, I stopped for a second, because I wanted to ravish her cunt, with my fingers, and work away at the clit, to get her salivated and ready and juiced up, for the entry of my darting dong. With well rehearsed strokes I grabbed the love button, the nubbin, the clit, whatever you want to call it but the thing which makes women go wild, in between my thumb and forefinger I rubbed back and forth and back and forth up and down on its top until I could feel it harden and elongate and become the mistress of my love tokens. I knew that soon, my gobs of male meat would be bursting forward in her insides like a cannon doing battle with her cunt, but until then, I wanted to ready her as much as possible, for the bruising she would surely take from my darting dong. My tool was already erect and ready to pulverize her insides, but her glorious hands grabbed at it anyway and began to massage along the shaft over the head, and underneath between my thighs and squeeze my balls together. My daughter really did know what she was doing, she wasn't kidding her old dad.
" 'You weren't fucking kidding Diane ... Oh, yes, rub my shaft ... Rub my fucking shaft ... rub the tool that is going to torment your twat ... rub my beautiful, glorious, gobs of male meat ... massage my cock ... massage my fucking balls, yes, get the underpinnings ... get the cockhead ... oh, yes, you've got it ... go underneath, and squeeze my fucking balls together ... oh yes, I love it ... I love it, oh ... ah ... yes cop my joint, Diane, cop my fucking joint ... oh, go get it honey, go get my fucking joint ... it doesn't really need it, but to' make it bigger and harder and wider it will drive you even more wild when it beats and pulsates inside you. Rub ... rub faster ... harder ... up and down the fucking shaft ... oh ... ah ... oh ... ah ... ah yes oh, rub on the shaft ... dig your nails in ... dig your nails in the underpinnings of my shaft ... that's right, squeeze ... make that fucking love loop with your fingers ... and squeeze on dad's dong ... oh ... ah ... !' I-related to Diane the tremendously joyous feeling I was experiencing, as she ran her fingers along my shaft, and played with my cockhead and balls, making me sexually more ready to do battle with her waiting cunt.
"I lowered my attacking mouth, now directly over her nipples, and plunged my tongue into a circling motion to make certain they would shoot up and become rock hard in a matter of moments. I knew one of the greatest ways to excite a woman, was to play with her nipples because once the harder they got, the more damp she got in her cunt region, and the easier it would be to fuck the ever loving shit out of her. I only hoped, my daughter used some 'sort of contraceptive device, but it didn't matter now because I certainly wasn't going to run and put on a rubber for her benefit. If she got pregnant we'd kill the kid. I could hear Diane moaning deep, guttural, throaty moans, as she clung to my cock assembly, and her other hand ran in between the ravine between my buttocks, and met her other hand that was working over my cock and shaft, at the underside of my balls, and squeezed together from both ends. This activity on my erect totem pole like organ, made me suck even faster at her tits, as I used my free hand to cup them, and to get as much of them into my mouth as I possibly could. I must have looked like a man eating fucking spaghetti, or meatballs, or something, as I shoved as much of those tits into my mouth as they could accept. I could tell that they were swelling underneath my administrations, and the nipples were becoming hard like marbles, long, firm, and jutting upwards. Her once firm breasts, were now fucking hard mountains, and the glorious mammary glands were a delight to my mouth. I could tell her tits were glowing, as my tongue and lips blazed a trail over their vast expanse, and I began to suction away madly at them, in total heat myself.
" 'Oh, dear dad ... oh, dad my fucking cunt wants you ... it's crying out for you ... oh, please I want you to torture my twat with your tool ... oh ... ah ... mutilate me with your male meat ... cool that itching between my thighs ... it wants you ... it wants you to spurt and spew your fucking sperm and shoot your shooter into it ... it wants you to ejaculate your erection and shoot and spit and spurt and spew and go wild inside me ... oh, dad that's exquisite ... sensational ... fantastic ... wonderful ... keep shoving your Goddamned fingers in there ... get my clit ... open my gash ... open my furry beast hair-covered love mound ... yes open that gash, spread the natal lips ... spread the lips which rim the cunt ... Oh, yes, oh, my vagina is crying for you ... fucking crying for you ... it wants your cock ... it wants to meet in a union ... keep sucking nay tits and my nipples ... I'm loving it dad, I'm fucking loving it ... Drive me wild, make like I'm mom, or all the other women you've made love to ... only go more wild ... don't stop ... show me no fucking mercy ... I've got to have you, you've got to have me, we know it keep going Goddamn you mother fucking bastard keep going!' Diane urged me to my greatest heights, as my fingers probed deeper and spread the lips of her cunt wider so that I could pound my torturing tool into her, as my lips ravaged and feasted on every morsel of her tender tits.
"I could hold back the thrusts of my member no longer. Just as it had told me, when it was still in my pants, that it had to be relieved so it could jump out of them, and pulverize this beautiful cunt that was so tantalizing, my cock was now in total readiness to plunge into the depths of her glorious tight tender morsel of a cunt. Every jab that had shot through her, would be a razor sharp love token. She knew it, and I knew it. My cock and her cunt would be like two electrons, meeting singing, and dancing, and duets. I had the majestic potency going for me and she had the luscious vivacious voluptuous cunt going for her. The combination would be a warm, wet, beautiful, sexual, orgasmic experience. My fingers had now probed into the deepest reaches of her private domain, as they caressed the natal lips which rimmed the orifice of her beautiful love crevice. Her cunt was so damp, and wet, now with encircling love juices from within, and the frenzy that I was causing her, that I knew I would have no problem furrowing my cock deep into her insides. Her mound was one vibrating, rotating mass of pubic hair, and livid activity, as her vaginal walls began to contract almost by themselves, knowing that pretty soon they would have something to contract around and make contact with. I continued to rub the hairline of her cunt lips with my fingers, and I mauled the switch of her womanhood over her hair lined gash, as my dick answered the call, and battered its way into her insides. That first contact with a woman's tight, warm cunt, was the most glorious feeling a man could have. It was especially glorious, since hers was a tight, highly unused cunt, that was so hard to get into even when it was all ready, that the contact that was made between the vaginal walls that had to contract around it, and the bulbous cockhead, was music to our sexual ears. Her nookious hair pie, was being shoved right into my crotch, and my cock was beginning to plow right into her furry cavern. Her hole was ripe and ready for the ravaging that I would cause it, and her twat was twitching wildly and madly knowing that I was going to pound her and pulverize her.
" 'Here come the fucking troops Diane dear. Daddy dear is going to drive his dicky dong in you right now ... pulverize your fucking cunt ... I'm going to make you cry and scream with agony, wishing you had never started this up with me. I'm going to lather my cock with rhythmic strokes inside you deep, deep, and deeper. Fast, fast, and faster. Hard, hard, and harder in pumping motions that are going to make you rotate, pulsate, and throb from side to side, and twist in agony as I jab my jerking hot rod into your loins, and I show you no fucking mercy at all! You will not know the identity of my cock. You'll think it is a driving masher, a dirty dick, a pulverizing prick, a darting lizard, a slithering snake, a rock hard piece of granite. You'll never know its true identity as it changes its strokes and beats in rhythms and its thickness and texture, by the second. But it's going to love you oh ... oh, the contact with your cunt feels fantastic ... I'm going to love you with it ... I can't stand it ... I've got to suck on your tits again ... or I'm going to scream and cry and the whole neighborhood will hear us!' I shouted to the heavens and to the expanse of the room, as I told Diane what I was going to do to her then, and I knew that I had to thrust my mouth over her glorious swelling tits, or I would lose my sanity for sure.
"I no longer felt that it was my daughter under me, as my joint jabbed into this woman's insides. Just as I had promised, my flanks were battering at hers, we were both becoming pink and heated at the activity. Her breath was coming in short, hot, hard, firm gasps, as was mine. My body heaved and fell, as I was a forty-year-old battering away at an eighteen-year-old's loins. I knew I was bruising her, there could be no other way, as my giant cock, which was always the treasure of the women that it had abused, created an assault on the front entrance to her love cavern. Just as I had promised also, my cock acted in many many disguises. For one moment it was a darting lizard, the next moment it was a battering ram, the next moment it was a slithering snake, and then it was a rock hard piece of granite. It knew no one dimension, and that's what made it the most fabulous cock in town. I had always done well with it, because unlike most other cocks it had just my identity, mine was just a mask of disguises. When they thought one thing was coming, it fooled them, and something else came entirely. One thing was for sure, and consistent. The size of my mother fucking cock. It was like a mashing organ, a gigantic cannon, a huge rock, a flowing, red, swelling, beating, hard, firm, erect, totem pole. It shot through their loins, and made them jealous, ravenous, and outrageous with envy and excitations. I was just as excited, as my daughter Diane had to have been. As my cock beat into her loins, and drove in deeper, harder, and faster, she grabbed onto my buttocks, and squeezed them, and I could feel blood spurting out as she dug her nails into me. She went for my buttocks up along the back edges of my rib cage, and dug her nails in there, and welts and blood streams began to appear upon my back. Diane was obviously loving it, as she began to breath so heavy I thought she might have a coronary. I heard her murmuring, purring, and sobbing beneath me, and I knew my jabbing, jerking, hot rod was doing the trick. It was fantastic to know I could bring such pleasure to the person I had given life to.
" 'Deeper ... deeper ... faster ... faster dad you mother fucking asshole ... you bastard ... you cheating mother fucking incestuous bastard ... fuck me ... you started this you asshole ... now fuck the ever loving shit out of me fuck the piss out of me, fuck me in my , crotch ... torture my Goddamned twat with your tool ... yes you promised to mash me, thrust in there, jab me, jerk at it ... use your snake, use your masher, use the beater ... use your fucking rock of granite ... use your lizard ... use that darting dong, your shooting schlong, your gorgeous, glorious, beating swelling cock ... oh, I love it ... torture me with that Goddamned love tool ... make me cry ... oh, yes, I'm beginning to whimper, and mutter, and purr, and go crazy with excitement ... spasms are shooting up and down my spine, and I love it ... I'm electric with sensations ... I'm one mass of electricity ... ready to go off and explode in your Goddamned face ... the fires in me could explode and the whole house could burn down, but I wouldn't care ... because, I would die satisfied in the arms of the man I love ... Oh, dad I love you ... more than a fucking father but like a lover ... I love you as a lover ... promise you'll never fucking leave me you fucking fool ... oh drive your dong deeper in me daddy ... deeper daddy dear oh ... ah ... ahhh ... yes get my oozing honey pot ... make it ooze, spurt, and spew its love lava on your come ... oh torture my vaginal cavity ... torture my Goddamned twat ... oh squirt on my hair pie ... and have me have hair pie ala mode ... nookie supreme ... oh, please pulverize my crotch ... pulverize my pubes ... try not to tame my furry beast, but make it an animal coming alive ... oh ... dad come on deeper ... harder ... faster ... pulverize me ... push ... push ... stroke it baby ... stroke it honey ... stroke it honey dear dad ... please stroke it as you fuck me and suck me ... get my tits ... oh, please don't forget my fucking tits ... I love it dad ... I can't stand it ... please harder ... faster ... suction ... feast ... feast on me ... feast on my tits ... feast on me ... oh, please make a feast out of your ever loving mother fucking daughter!' Diane said, continuing to sob and make no sense except to herself, but I knew it was the sense of love's satisfied creature.
"As I beat on top of my daughter, I vowed to myself that this would not be the last time. I was truly falling in love with her body, I had always been in love with her as a person. I figured that the combination could keep us on being lovers forever. I could still be in love with my wife and have my glorious daughter anytime I wanted her. This was the most unbelievable thing a man could ask for, and although it was not right it was now becoming a must, as her tight cunt wrapped around my beating schlong, and tortured and abused it as much as I was doing to her, and told it the very truth of nature, that this was the cunt it had to have and it had to have it often. In and out, in even strokes, I jabbed my pecker into her loins, and I elicited responses that did not even have to be strived for, as she responded to my every touch with a jump, a lurch, or, a moan and a sob, and I knew I was getting across to her the point I wanted to make, the point of my bulbous cockhead.
"I was fucking forty, and you can't fool mother nature for long, I couldn't hold out forever, but I knew I had done it long enough to satisfy my young daughter. She was reaching her peak and her body was becoming rigid, and so was mine. Together in one beautiful glorious ecstatic mutual orgasmic display, we poured waves of semen into each other's cavities, and mine swished and swam and swayed in her love gash, as it filled it with that love lava of my erupted volcano cock. I could feel the juices from her cunt, mixing with mine, in that beautiful mixture of mutual orgasm. We were really in love, and now we were proving it in the most natural ways, in a mutual burst of delight. It was all over. Our bodies fell on one another, and I just lay there on top of her sweating, beating, and gasping, as my cock softened in that wet assembly of her cunt region, and she just moaned, purred, and kissed me, and we knew we were in love."
CASE IV-INTERVIEW II
If it was at all possible, Al was sitting in my office before me to begin the second session even more of a nervous wreck than he was the first time he walked in. This was very hard to believe, because the first time I thought his nervous state was a total shambles. He had all the obvious signs of potential nervous breakdown cases. His speech, as he walked in the door and we made pleasant small talk, was in stuttered short spurts. As he sat down in the chair opposite my desk, he crossed and uncrossed his legs in that common motion I see many, many times a day, and rubbed his palms together and stared into his lap. From staring at the floor into the palms in his lap, he avoided me totally, as if my gaze were poison. He looked at everything in the room but me. He looked at the curtains, the art work on the walls, the ashtray on my desk, my medical diplomas, he looked at everything there was to look at but he would not look at me. It seemed like he was fascinated with floors, ashtrays, all kinds of things in the room, and he fidgeted in the chair, but he would not look up. After awhile of seeing him do this, I did not want him to drift too far into this state so I would not be able to bring him back and elicit the rest of his story from him. I had to admit it was a doozy of a story, and I'm sure it was going to get much more fantastic before it got more normal.
"Ah, to be perfectly honest with you, I think I know why you're so nervous and shook up. Your story is goddamned incredible. You actually, utterly raped, your own eighteen-year-old daughter in your very house. Tell me one thing to get this interview started, did you have any guilt feelings about this?" I asked Al to probe deeper into his feelings and to elicit some sort of an idea from him as to how he felt about the whole situation.
"Yes, doctor, I had terrible guilt feelings. How could I not, I am now in love with my eighteen-year-old daughter, as well as my wife who I've lived with over twenty years. Quite an interesting situation, don't you think?" Al said, still staring directly at the floor.
"Yes, it is interesting Al. How does Diane feel about you, and about the whole incestuous situation?" I asked, trying to find out what Diane's feelings were, not just her feelings of him as a love object.
"She claims as I do, that she wants me for a lover. She told me that the young guys she had dealt with just didn't make it, like I did, and she loved me as a father and now she wanted to love me as a man." Al said, not ashamed of the utterance, but certainly not at ease with it, either.
"Why don't you tell me where Patty comes in?" I said, trying to change the subject from Diane, and see where Patty fit into this interesting menage of love.
"Funny you should mention Patty, because the situation with her starts almost the minute she arrives ...
"Unbeknownst to me, Diane tells Patty almost the minute she arrives, of the amazing experiences which have transpired not over an hour prior to that. From what I understood later, Patty went wild not only with envy of Diane, and the glorious love bout we'd had, but also wild because of the sexual possibilities that were rampant and pregnant in that type of a union. It was a funny thing, but Patty, being only one year younger than Diane, had constantly competed with Diane, for boys or in any other activity which they shared. There was a closeness between the girls, and this closeness obviously also elicited a competitiveness. As I told you before, Patty and Diane were so extremely attractive, that the looks was not a factor in their competition.
"I guess everything started with Patty, when Diane decided to leave the house to go shopping fort dinner. Diane was very clever, and she probably wanted to make Patty jealous, and leave her alone with me, and have her sit there and talk to me, knowing exactly how what had transpired not too long before she had arrived. Diane's cleverness, however backfired on her in not too short a time, as Patty was even more clever than she.
"I was now composed, as much as I could be, from that totally emotional sexual fulfilling experience that I had just engaged in with my daughter Diane approximately forty-five minutes ago. I went back to read the paper, and Patty was upstairs unpacking her things for her stay while my wife was gone. I had not been settled down for more than ten minutes, getting back into my paper, when I heard Patty call from the top of the stairs.
" 'Could you come up here for a minute Uncle Al, and show me where I should put some of my things,' Patty said, in an innocent tone, from the top of the stairs.
" 'Sure Patty, I'll be up in a second,' I responded to Patty's request, not thinking one thing about it, and being totally satisfied with what had transpired with Diane and being so lost in thought over it that I could not think much about what might transpire with Patty.
"I had to admit, that my thoughts were a million miles away, and were soaring, as I got deeper and deeper into the involvement that had transpired with Diane. I walked up the stairs, not even realizing what I was doing, I was now soaring so high, that I knew that I was destined to end up at the top of the stairs and go into the room which Patty was using, to show her where to put her things. It didn't even dawn on me that Patty had stayed with us a thousand times before, and knew that room like she knew her own at home. When I walked in the door, everything dawned on me at once. There lay Patty, totally naked and sensuous looking on her bed, beckoning me with her arm, and telling me to shut the door behind. I thought to myself, holy fuck, can you top this night. Can you top this ever loving mother fucking night. First, my own daughter, my own beautiful voluptuous eighteen-year-old daughter seduces me into the wildest sex act I have ever enjoyed, and then if that isn't enough, my seventeen-year-old niece, equally as beautiful, tries to top that trick. I was not going to fall prey to this act twice. There was just no percentages in it. My mind was all fucked up as it was now. I was in love with my wife, in love with my daughter. Could you see me being in love with three women in the same family? Well, that's exactly what happened.
"Patty was totally beautiful, as she sat up on the bed, to reveal her naked state to my widening eyes. Not only was Patty beautiful, but she was every bit as clever as my daughter Diane. I guess all the brains ran within the family somehow. Patty knew what she wanted, I think, at first, she wanted to top Diane but then when she realized how much fun it could be with an older experienced man, I think not only did she want to top Diane's act, but she wanted to love me in her own way.
" 'I heard you had quite a bout with Diane, Uncle Al,' Patty said, sensuously and seductively, as she stood up and showed me the full expanse of her naked body as she walked towards me.
" 'Yes ... I guess Diane told you all the gory details, huh?' I responded to Patty, a little bit shocked that Diane had shared our intimacies with her.
" 'Yes, Uncle Al, Diane told me everything. It was glorious how you two, wallowed and thrashed on the lazy boy recliner rocker. It sure was sexy. It sure was sensual. It was mother fucking divine if you want to know how I feel about it. However, I think I can do better. I think I can do much, much better than your own darling daughter Diane!' Patty said, even more seductively with each soft word.
" 'I have to tell you right now Patty, Diane's would be a tough act to follow. She was the best goddamned mother fucking lay I've ever had in my entire life, and that encompasses a whole lot of mother fucking lays. You're even a year younger than Diane. What makes you think you know as much about sex as she does?' I challenged Patty, to come up with a reason why she thought she could top my daughter Diane's act.
" 'Yes, I understand you two made tremendous love. But wasn't it you that made love to her? Didn't your bruising, battering beast of a Cock pound and pulverize her pinkened pussy?' Patty asked me, half jokingly.
" 'Yes ... you've got the story Patty ... you got the fucking story right ... that's right I ravaged away at her tits, and made beautiful love to the inside of her cunt as my battering ram darted in and out, in and out, and made her come in a fantastic orgasm,' I answered Patty's challenging statement the best I could.
" 'Very interesting Uncle Al ... very fucking interesting ... now I'm going to show you how a real woman ... I repeat ... a real mother fucking loving sexual beast of a woman ... me in person ... makes fucking love to her man ... I am going to make love to you ... all you must do is lay there and take it in, as I make love to your fucking body and I drive you up the walls with passion and down the walls with delight!' Patty said, as she stared at me.
"As I looked at my niece, I saw her in a light I had never seen her in before. She was every bit as much a sexual object, as my daughter Diane. She was beautiful, tender, soft, satiny smooth, and slinky. She was what every sexual beast should be. She was a combination of looks, brains, and wily sensuality. I knew that any love bout I had with Patty would be equal to that of Diane, but the thought of having Patty make love to me, drive me wild, like I had driven Diane wild, was too much for even me to bare. I had to answer this gloriously beautiful girl's challenge. I could not show her that I was weak, that I was a weakling, even if I was her uncle. I had to show her that I was her equal, her sexual match. I even got excited, livid with sexual rage, at the thought of what Patty might do to me. I was so eager and anxious and curious, that it did not even dawn on me, this would be the third fucking woman in the family that I would fall in love with. It was just too much to believe, and too much to believe in so short a time. But it happened!
" 'Here's what I want you to do, uncle dear ... uncle fucking Al dear ... dear Uncle Al ... I want you to take off your clothes, and lay down over there on the floor. All you have to do is lay on the floor on your back, I will do the rest ... I will do the fucking rest." Patty instructed me totally confident in her tone, in what she was going to do to me.
"I obeyed her instructions to the letter. Who was I to argue with this sex charged, sex crazed livid, jealous, sexual beast of a niece. She wanted to show me the way to heaven, I as a man, again, not as an uncle, certainly would not deny her the chance. If she wanted to compete with her cousin Diane in the sexual bout with Diane's old man, her uncle, it certainly was not up to me to deny her this opportunity. After all who was I, God? Who was I to sit in judgment over her. She was in the family, and she deserved the same opportunity to make me happy as my daughter did. I showed no favorites when it came to my cock. I excitedly undid my pants and slid them on the floor, pulling my underpants off with them. Patty motioned that was not enough. She wanted me totally naked. So I followed her lead once again, and took off my shirt. My body was now exposed again for the second time in a matter of a couple of hours. I was totally naked before my niece, and I laid down on my back on the floor, ready for anything she could do to me.
" 'Did Diane blow the shit out of your livid enraged rock hard swelling cock?' Patty asked, to start our love bout.
" 'No ... I must admit she didn't blow me!' I answered honestly, in response to Patty's question, feeling that excitement grow within my loins at the fact Patty was going to do this to me.
"Patty stood directly over my body, and just stared at my cock. It was unbelievable the excitement she generated within my loins, as I could feel .electricity shooting throughout my body, goose bumps coming out all over me. I was a man fucking forty years old that had been through the sex route a million times, and just an hour before with a tantalizing delectable creature, and I was still ready to go again. It was unbelievable. It was amazing. All this beautiful beast was doing was staring at me, and the old man inside me was arising to the heavens. That sexual beast that is the makeup of every person on this earth, was now standing up inside my cock, and I was sure that that was what was making it erect and swollen and hard. I looked up into Patty's beautiful eyes, and stared at their dark possessive quality. She had two dark, deep, abysses of black magic between her eye lids. I had never seen such coal black, rock hard, eyes in my entire life. Her stare was like the stare of a mummy. It was incessant, unrelenting, and totally sensual. I dropped my gaze now to her luscious lips. They were parted just enough so I could see her pink tongue stick out and rub from side to side to moisten her lips even more for the task at hand. Her teeth were perfect, pearly white glowing and absolutely perfect in every way, shape and form. She had all the tools to make her a tremendously sensual love object, and I'm sure she could put them to good use. She would not be standing before me, just to kill the time.
" 'Well Patty ... don't just stand there and tantalize me ... don't just stick your tongue out at me and stare at my giant rising monster cock ... you know it wants you ... you know I want you ... you promised to send me to sexual heaven ... and don't make me wait in waiting hell ... go on now Patty, now is your time ... show me what you can do ... live up to your contentions ... If you want to top your cousin Diane, now is the time to do it ... show me no mercy ... I am yours,.. my whole fucking body is at your command ... and you can tantalize it, torture it, mutilate it, abuse it, do anything you want to it to bring it pleasure, only when you start, don't stop ... don't stop until I come all the way to the ceiling, you must promise me you'll never stop!' I issued a further challenge at Patty, to begin and not to stop until I was totally satisfied.
" 'You don't have to worry, uncle. I won't stop ... I won't have to stop ... I'll be so fucking good, as you're begging me to stop, you'll want me to go on forever, and you'll be tortured completely, but your fucking schlong will shoot to the heavens ... don't you worry about that you mother fucking bastard ... you mother fucking bastard father who fucked his own daughter ... I'm going to bring you the pleasure that you brought to her ... and have brought to many other women ... I'm going to suck up and down along your glorious hardening shaft ... and then I've got a surprise for you, you are not going to believe ... you are not going to fucking believe!' Patty said, answering my challenge, and dropping to her knees and placing her head right over my erect hard long rising giant.
"Patty knew what she was doing, she did not just thrust her lips on my cockshaft, and head, and begin to suck and blow at will. She was taking her ever loving mother fucking time, and the time she took drove me even more wild with anticipation.
" 'Oh one thing ... Uncle Al ... you must promise ... that anything I do to you tonight ... you promise not to touch me ... if you touch me, it's over, and I'll quit no matter where I am ... and if you're lurching and reaching it doesn't fucking matter because I'll stop and run out of here ... and make you whack yourself off, or leave you in whatever state you are, do you understand?' Patty issued a further challenge to me, to obey by her sexual wishes if I was to get sexual fulfillment.
" 'Yes ... anything you fucking say ... this is your ballgame Patty ... it's your idea and you can do whatever the fuck you want ... if you don't want me to touch you, then I will not touch you ... no matter how much it kills me I promise I will not touch your body ... I will not go near your body at all ... only please fucking get on with it now ... or I'm going to come before you ever get started!' I responded to Patty's amazing request, as I wanted her' to start, and I would have agreed to anything just so she would put her beautiful, glorious, lipstick-covered, succulent lips, over my cock and begin to suck me, and make me come alive, and spurt, and spew love's lava all over the place.
"With my assent, to all her conditions, Patty began to pick up the pace of lovemaking that she was going to do on my joint. I must admit her mystery plan had me totally intrigued and sensually excited, to my very limit. Patty began slowly, ever so slowly to tantalize my loins, with her beautifully long polished fingernails, and slender fingers that rested under them. She began to work at my rising giant, from two directions, obviously going to meet in the middle and drive it wild with sensations. On the one hand, she worked from underneath, getting the sac in the right hand and rubbing the balls together and massaging them with her nails and palms. With this hand she also ran her nails over the insides of my thighs, driving them from white color to a livid pink. She had not yet touched my cock shaft or the bulbous cockhead that rose on the top of the crown. She did not have to, that rose all by itself, and became hard and erect from her every touch. She knew what she was doing, this Patty was absolutely no novice when it came to making love to man's organs. I saw my lizard turn into a snake, and then into a fat whale from her basic sexual animal instincts, and her hand activities. She just kept massaging the inside of my thighs with her fingers, palms and nails, and switched from the thighs back to the balls, and went back and forth, rotating her attentions. That was with the right hand. Her left hand was doing something else entirely, and ravishing away at another very sensitive lucrative sexual area of my body. Just above the erection of my penis, her fingernails blazed a trail over my intertwined wiry pubes, up over my abdomen, and into my navel. I had always had a tremendously sensitive abdominal region, and my navel was certainly no exception. It was the center of that whole region, and was the most livid sexual place on my body. If a girl, a woman, or any type of a beast, knew how to manipulate that navel on me, that was the key to my love, and Patty was turning the key in my sexual door.
" 'Oh ... ah ... yes Patty, yes, oh you've got it ... you've got the idea honey ... that's right, massage my fucking balls, and rub my thighs ... I love it ... and poke your glorious fingers in my navel ... you have no idea what that does to me. I fucking love it ... oh ... ah ... yes, you must know ... you must fucking know, you must have done a sexual study on your old Uncle Al ... because my fucking forty-year-old pecker is beginning to become livid with rage, and it wants to pound, pulsate and beat into something ... I know you're not going to let it ... but I'm sure you'll satisfy me ... yes, you know what you're doing ... you're not better than Diane yet ... but you may get there ... you may fucking get there!' I moaned and purred with satisfaction, at Patty and joked to her that she had a long way to go before she reached the point of Diane.
" 'Is that right? I'm not where Diane was yet, that's very interesting, Uncle Al, but I'll be there shortly, and I'll so far surpass her you won't even remember her name!' Patty assured me, as she picked up the pace on my regions.
"Patty was right! She was fast approaching the point, that Diane had had me, and I was so livid with sexual rage at that point with Diane, that I was already inside her and battering away at her tender cunt. I was not inside Patty, I could not figure it out, all she was doing was rubbing me with one hand and massaging the underpinnings of my balls, and working over my navel with her other. Yet I was being driven to sexual heights, that I had yet not ever experienced. This was amazingly fantastic and I got even more excited because I wondered what she had in store for me that was her sexual surprise.
" 'I am going to suck you now ... Uncle Al ... I am going to take my tongue, see it ... see it, as I stick it out at you ... I am going to take my warm tender wet moist tongue and I'm going to run it up and down the exposed skin portion of your penis ... that's right Uncle Al, you heard me the first time, I'm going to lick up and down the shaft of your cock, as I hold the bulbous cockhead in my other hand, I'm going to lick up and down the shaft, and when I am satisfied that it is at its peak, I am going to place my lips around it and I'm going to suction in, and blow out, suction in, and blow out ... I'm going to suck and blow, and lick, and massage your balls at the same time, and you're going to love it ... and then I'm going to spring my sexual surprise!' Patty said in very soft, even enunciated sexual tones, that were part of her plan to drive me stone wild in heat.
"Patty's plan was working well. I got exquisite feelings running throughout my veins and every portion of my body, as the fibres of my being became livid and alive with sexual awareness. My body began to twist, and rotate from side to side, and up and down, from Patty's attention. I could not keep my ass from writhing in a lustful swaying motion, the same way it does when you're involved in sexual intercourse. My thighs were now bouncing up and down from the motions my buttocks were generating.
"My whole pelvic region was now a mass of activity, as Patty did exactly as she said she would, and took the top regions of my cock, that bulbous cockhead, between her thumb and forefinger and held it right under the ridge. Yes, that mother fucking Patty was holding onto my cockhead, right under the ridge which separated it from the shaft, and with the fingers of her other hand, she was going up and down, and up and down, along the bones on the sides of my cockshaft, and it was making me hard, erect, firm and stiff as I had never been before. She removed her fingers, and now placed her sumptuous tender tongue instead, and made it follow the path her fingers had, up and down the glorious shaft, she still held it erect, with her other two fingers. I had to admit, that this was quite a sensual trick, quite a mother fucking trick, as she tilted her head on the side and bent over ray body on her knees, her breasts brushed against my abdomen, and I wanted to grab them and love them, and suck them, but I knew in the back of my mind I had made a deal and if I did this I would never get to the end of this sexual bout, and I would have to whack myself out and that would be the worst kind of torture on earth.
"More spasms shot throughout my body, as she licked up and down and around and got every tiny morsel and tender bead of skin, on my expansive hardening shaft. Her tongue was now clinging sexily onto the skin of my cockshaft, and it was becoming thicker and wider and harder than I could ever remember and this was amazing, because it had just been in a tremendously hard heated, state just one hour before. It felt almost as thick now as it was high, and that was quite a trick because it was at least five times its collapsed size. I looked down, between her beautiful, firm, dangling tits, and saw the bulbous crown of my cock glowing red, purple and pink, and swelling immensely, as it was held so tenderly between her finger tips. As she licked the expanse of my hardening shaft, her other hand went back to my hairy testicles, and massaged the balls back and forth and then squeezed them together gently, and then hard, and then gently, then hard, in an alternating motion that was driving the come up into the shaft, and making it stick out even more erect and hard from the attentions. My dong was perking up, and it could have done anything in the world now, it could have run the mile, climbed Mt. Everest, scaled tall buildings in one single bound, my dong was alive and ready for any type of assault she could make on it. Patty knew I was ready now, she knew I was over loving ready, for the assault she would make with her lips and tongue and teeth onto the vast expanses of my thickened member.
"As she promised, she took my rising giant monster beauty, in between her moist lips, and ran her tongue back and forth over the top, managing to find the eye in the middle of the crown in the strokes as she went across it, and poked it in and out, like a darting lizard. Like most girls, however, Patty did not keep sticking her tongue in the middle, but just stuck it in a little bit and then*took it out as she brushed back and forth over the satiny smooth texture of my bulbous cockhead. She licked and sucked away at the top of my rising, beautiful, swelling cockhead, with her tongue and lips, and began to gnaw at it, with her teeth, her free hands went to work, one stroking up and down over the cockshaft which was now so thick that it was potently throbbing in her palm, and the other one was going to work now, picking up the pace harder on my testicles and the underpinnings of the shaft. I could see what part of her plan of attack was now, as everything was being brought together in one sensual cavern, her throat. With the one hand, she squeezed those balls together and shoved them up and farther towards the expanding cockshaft, with the other she worked her palm over the cockshaft and pushed it toward the balls, and the whole thing was melting into one beautiful melting pot right in the middle, of her cavernous beautiful moist throat.
" 'Suck ... oh yes you beautiful person ... you beautiful niece Patty ... Uncle Al wants you to suck ... suck away at his beautiful, glowing, growing cock ... get the head, suck at that satiny texturous head ... it's smooth to the taste of your tongue ... and your rough, hot, warm, beautiful breath is driving it wild ... spasms are shooting up and down my spine, and rocking and rolling from my spinal cord to my anus and up all the way to the base of my skull ... and back down again ... every vertebrae, every fibre of my being is coming alive with you ... can you see I'm panting, I'm fucking panting ... I'm rocking, rolling, riveting, gyrating, going crazy on the floor below you. I'm moaning and groaning for you ... I want you, my groin aches for you, my fucking groin is aching for you ... as you suck away at my beautiful darting dong ... please ... stick your tongue on the expanses of my pecker ... shove it in the hole ... stick your tongue into its eye ... oh, please, torture my tool ... torture my lathering cock ... suck on it ... it's aching, it's ready for you ... please suck harder ... faster ... don't stop, don't ever stop ... I promise I won't touch you like I said, although it's driving me crazy, I want to take those tits of yours ... and suck on them, as you're sucking on my cock, and I want to fuck your glorious, glowing, cunt, but I won't, I promise, I won't ... just keep on sucking and licking ... and don't stop, oh, yes, yes, oh blow it. That's right, suck it ... in and out, and blow in, and suction ... That's right and suck and blow ... ah ... oh ... you've got the idea, you mother fucker, you are driving me crazy ... You are right. You are almost as good as Diane, almost as fucking good as Diane, but you'll have to go a little farther, a little stronger, a little harder, a little faster, a little deeper, to beat her ... oh ... ah ... keep it up, and you'll make it ... keep it up and you'll make it, you mother fucking bitch!' I sighed, groaned, and bellowed at Patty, in the same breath telling her that she was driving me wild with sexual ecstasy, at the same time telling her to drive me even more wild telling her she had not quite reached Diane's sexual plateau, and she still had a little farther to go before she lived up to her promises.
"Patty took the challenge like a real trooper, as she dropped every ounce of her concentration, into her tongue and lips and teeth, as they slid over my cock shaft and she swallowed, the mother fucking bitch actually swallowed my cock right into her mouth. I had seen girls suction away before, but never anything like this as her cheeks hollowed out unbelievably when she suctioned in, and blew hot rough air out when she pushed out, and it was in and out, in and out, in unbelievably mother fucking motions ... She was killing my mother fucking cock, there was no other way to describe it. She knew what I wanted to do to her now. She had to know, that at this point I wanted to rip her fucking nipples right off her tits. I wanted to take her cunt and batter it, kill it, beat it, and throw it into a million pieces all across the room, and scatter it so she'd never find them again, and fuck the ever loving shit out of her, but I couldn't.
"I knew I had to live up to my bargain as she was going to live up to hers. It was too much for any man to stand, I couldn't contain myself anymore, my body was jumping up and clown beating against the floor, and my buttocks were becoming red, from the activity that was going on underneath, as well as the assault that was going on on top. Her mouth and tongue blazed a trail over my expansive cock shaft, and the head was now firmly in her throat, I could feel it touching the roof of her mouth and every time she made another contact with her tongue her teeth or her lips, it drove it even more wild into sexual ecstasy. I thought, oh my God, this was it, this was sexual heaven, she had beaten Diane, and there would be no further surprise. How wrong I was.
"The fucking bitch practically ripped the skin right off my throbbing cock and shaft, as she stood right up and picked her mouth right up off my beating bruising giant. Again she just stared down at it, without saying a word, licking her lips and running her tongue from side to side and showing her teeth and opening her mouth and showing her throat. She was penalizing me. This fucking bitch was penalizing me, and I couldn't touch her, I couldn't lay one fucking finger on her. She had me at her sexual command, she was my master and my cock was her mistress. Her mouth, which had once been a sexual weapon was now giving way to something that I could not understand, I could not comprehend. Almost unbelievably, she stuck her feet into my crotch, and began to do a dance right on the top of my dong. First with her left foot, she began to run the toes in between the intertwined hairs of my testicles, my balls, and began to crush my throbbing giant which was now so stiff that it was tough to bend it, into my abdomen and then, with the other foot she would bring it down, straight practically to the floor. She stood right next to me parallel to my pelvic region, and alternated feet, first the left one dragging it down towards the floor, and then the right one bringing it up again towards my abdomen.
" 'What the fuck do you think you're doing to me ... I've heard of things before ... I've heard of freaky sexual fucking things ... but I've never heard of being whacked off by a chick's fucking feet ... this is unbelievable ... but keep it up ... don't stop, you're right ... I'm begging you not to stop ... you are fucking better than Diane, I love you Patty, I love you ... any person who could know this, and do this to me, and be as young as you is worthy of my love ... I'll never stop loving you ... even if I love my wife and Diane, it doesn't fucking matter now ... just keep it up with your feet ... keep pounding my pecker with your feet ... kick it ... beat it, bruise it, jab it ... thrust your feet into it ... and make my cock come into the ceiling ... I don't care ... as long as I get relief ... this is fantastic, keep it up!' I told Patty how satisfied I was with her new sexual twist, and how I felt about it, and that I wanted her to keep it up and not to stop and that she was better than Diane at this and I wanted to love her forever.
"Patty did not stop, she was the perfect love goddess. She just kept it up with her feet and after a while stepped right between my spread eagled legs, and with an unbelievable display of dexterous power in her feet, stood practically on her heels below my testicles, and wrapped her arches and toes right around the underpinnings of my cock shaft, and rolled it back and forth in between them, as I came in a fury of lava, which was shooting and dripping all over the shaft and down into her toes. I have heard of foot fucking by males but I had never heard of being whacked off by a girl's feet both together, just like two talented hands, or two talented lips. This was truly sexual heaven, and I loved every fucking moment of it. Patty had lived up to her promise."
CASE IV-INTERVIEW III
I stared at Al for many long moments as he sat perched across from my desk for the beginning of his final interview. The man was obviously at his wit's end, and in desperation had come to me with his sordid story of incest. I had to admit, I was almost embarrassed, and afraid to ask him for more of the sordid details of his amazingly involved affairs with his daughter, and his niece.
I had a real dilemma going on in my mind, as to what I would say to him to begin the interview. I hashed over every possible alternative in my mind, and finally decided that the direct approach, was usually the best in the long run. If I beat around the bush, it would give Al reason to beat around the bush, and I would never get down to the nitty-gritty of the true complete details of what finally forced him to come to me.
"Okay Al, why don't you tell me how you felt about Patty after she seduced you?" I began, directly but cautiously questioning Al.
"To tell you the truth doctor, I became every bit as much involved with, and in love with Patty, as I was with Diane, and of course, my lovely wife. The tremendous sex that Patty and I had had, was -enough to make me so charged and tuned to her touch sensation, and feel, that I didn't know how I would ever live without her sex again." Al revealed his innermost feelings and desperation to me.
"That's very interesting Al. It sure does complicate the situation doesn't it? How did Patty feel about you?" I continued to probe into the inner reaches of Al's thoughts trying to get to the bottom of the story.
"Unfortunately, Patty fell for me just as hard. What started out to be in her mind, just to go one up on her cousin Diane and to make me more fond of her than Diane, ended up in a real love triangle. Patty admitted to me openly several times that although it had started that way, she was definitely totally and completely in love with me now. We didn't know what to do." Al said, in response to my question.
"I want you to reiterate one more time, Al, your feelings about both of the two girls and your wife. Are you telling me, then, truthfully and honestly, that you are totally and completely in love with your wife, with your daughter Diane, and with your niece Patty?" I reiterated my question to Al, wanting to make totally sure that he knew what he was saying, and that what he was telling me was the truth.
"You've got the story doctor. The total, fucking, mad, sickening, incestuous, illicit story. I am madly, totally, and depravedly in love- with my daughter Diane, her cousin, and my niece Patty, and my wife. I know it sounds too unbelievable to imagine, but in this day and age I've found that anything can be possible. I may be getting up there in years, but I'm still a man, and the father, the uncle, and the husband in me, gives way to the man every time. It has always been this way, even though I've been happily, married. I've often yearned for my daughter, but never really knew it until I had the opportunity. Then, when I saw Patty tormenting my sexual loins, I knew I had to have her as well. When my wife returned it would be a meal for four, a fucking, sickening, illicit meal for four!" Al revealed, now sobbing into his hands which cupped over his face.
"Okay Al, I know this is painful for you. But you must tell me honestly and totally what happened next, so I will be able' to sort out these things in my mind, relate them to my experiences and my know-how, and try to come up with some form of a solution that you can live with. That is my job to help you. That is why you came to me, and that is why I am here. All that I want to do is help you straighten this thing out, Al, so please calm down and don't get upset, and continue to tell me this story when you are absolutely ready?" I calmed Al down as much as I could, but stuck firmly to my tenets, that I had to know the total story even if it were painful.
"A couple of nights after that first traumatic day with Diane and Patty, things came to a head again when I went to bed ...
"I must admit I was really tired, frazzled, frustrated, and crazy from two days of trying to see Patty and Diane alone, and hoping, they would not know about it. I was not a kid anymore, but my sexual prowess was being pushed to the ultimate limit, as I would first have sex with Diane, and then shortly after get Patty alone and have it with her. Back and forth, back and forth, the sexual bouts went from morning to night, as often as I could arrange them. The girls were young, and more than willing. After all, they could have as many orgasms as they wanted and each one was more glorious than the next. A man started to fizzle after the first couple of times, and, at my age it was becoming a real chore to come more than two or three times. On top of all my physical problems, keeping up with those young chicks, was the fact I was having mental anxieties and repercussions, from the guilt feelings I had after each affair. As I said, and I repeat, I was totally in love with both Diane, and Patty, physically, sensually, and spiritually. But I was also in love with my wife, who was not around to share in the sexual treats. I had to figure out what I could do during the time my wife was gone, to rectify the situation so I would be able to live with it. I might be able to juggle Diane and Patty around indefinitely, but what was I going to do when my wife appeared again back on the scene. She would know there was something wrong, because I would not be able to get it up in bed after all the activity with the young girls.
"The evening in question found me having a restless night in my own bedroom. As I said, the thoughts were racing back and forth in my mind, and I was in a quandary as to what to do, where to run, who to turn to, and how to resolve my unbelievably complicated intertwined love and sexual life. It was apparent to me, from the minute I hit the sack, that I would never get to sleep that night. A couple of hours after I was tossing and turning, I heard a little knock on the door.
" 'May I come in?' I heard a soft voice whisper from the other side of the door.
" 'Who is it?' I asked, naively and innocently, knowing it had to be either Patty or Diane.
" 'It's Diane, daddy ... I must come in ... I want you now ... I must have you ... I want to make love to you daddy, now ... oh, please, let me in,' Diane said, from the other side of the door, telling me what was on her mind, her heart, and in her crotch.
" 'Certainly ... Diane dear, I love you ... I'll open the door, just wait one second!' I responded to her question, wanting her as badly as she wanted me, not knowing how I was going to muster the physical energy to engage in another love bout. I also knew that when I had her it would only further add to my messed up mind.
"When I opened the door, and Diane's fantastic being came into the room, the room as well as I, was filled with the glory and the beauty and sensuality of her. Rockets began to explode in my head and passions began to well and ebb in my penis. I began to get hard just at the sight of my daughter, and I knew it was going to be another long, tough, glorious struggle in bed. Diane had not bothered to wear any clothes as she walked through the hall to my room. She came in stark naked, sensuous, and ready to roll.
" 'I waited all night for this chance, Dad ... I want to do it now, come on, let's go in bed and do it now ... I want to make you happy ... and I want to have your joint pounding within me ... oh I want to be fucked ... I want to be sucked ... I want to be licked ... and reamed ... eaten ... and beaten ... and beaten ... come on dad let's go now please now!' Diane commanded me to take her to the bed, and make mad passionate love to her right this minute.
" 'I want you, too, sweetheart ... I am ready ... I'm glad you came ... I must have you now ... oh ... ah ... come on before I come already!" I said, the eagerness in my loins being reflected by the physical sense and awareness that was driving through my body at Diane's gorgeous state.
"We raced to the bed like two little kids, Diane tore away at my pajamas, which were loosely covering my already tired body. Somehow my soul, my spirit, my sense of being a man, called on physical reserves that had never yet been tampered with, to get me fired up to make love again. In the past few days, I must have shot my wad over fifteen times, but somehow it began to respond. Diane pushed me down on my back and as I fell down on the bed she followed me closely, her beautiful orbs dangling in my face. She arched her body over mine, so that I would be able to enjoy sucking and licking away at those tremendous tits and nipples. As I did this, she proceeded to put her knee into my crotch and rub the tender joint over my rising one. The action of her knee in my crotch gave me the same fantastic feeling I had when Patty had been rubbing me off with her toes. My prong shot up and rose to the occasion, faster than it had ever before, even though it was in such a tired, worn out state. As Diane worked over my groin with her knee, I grabbed between her legs and began to rub the natal lips that rimmed the orifice of her cunt.
"Diane seemed to be suspended over my body, with the glorious sexual chandelier dangling its baubles into my face. Her position over me was an odd one, with her .back arched up high, her arms extended onto my shoulders to prop her body up, and the lower portions of her groin and crotch area thrust down over my abdomen, as her knee worked away at my groin. This tremendous position of foreplay gave me access to all the sexual regions of her body. My tongue worked furiously over those elongated spongy nipples and they were becoming hard to the touch. I began to pick up the pace on her cunt, and my fingers grabbed for the insides of her pussy lips and they parted to reveal the wanting clit.
" 'Oh ... ah ... yes daddy dear, you fucking beautiful man ... suck ... suck on my tits ... oh, yes, suck on my nipples, and suck on my tits ... love them ... it feels so good ... so fantastic ... so marvelous ... so wonderful ... oh, go on dad, suck on my tits ... suck on them, love them ... faster ... lick ... lick ... lick and suck on my glowing orbs ... make them pink ... make them red ... make them swell ... make them firm, make them dance and play all by themselves ... let them dangle in your throat ... as you suck away at the nipples when they caress at your tonsils ... OH ... AH ... I love it dad. Keep it up ... don't stop ... keep it mother fucking up ... !' Diane moaned, as my tongue encircled over the nipples and I began to suck the skin of her tits in between my teeth.
"Diane's knee and then her toes, as she rose her knee up almost into her face for a moment, manipulated my cock region like a master artist. My balls, my pricking prong, the underside of my cock shaft, and the now bulbing cockhead, falling prey to her talented toes. Diane dropped her toes again and replaced the feeling with her dull, yet well directed knee. The knee kept incessantly going between my thighs, which were now red and hot and sweaty and dove deep into my groin, to mutilate the contents and make them grow with passion. It was a tremendously exquisite feeling, as that knee spread my thighs wider apart and made my penis shaft become erect and stiff with love's juices.
" 'Your knee ... oh, your fucking loving knee ... you darling daughter Diane ... I love your fucking knee ... plunge your knee into my groin ... make the ebb tides of love flow inside me so I will stiffen and arise to the occasion ... and will be able to pump it in you one more time ... oh ... ah ... that's it ... go get my Goddamned cock with your knee ... rub on the head ... rub on the mother fucking head ... oh you bitch, you glorious wonderful bitch ... oh ... ah ... yes keep pounding your knee into my groin ... your fucking knee ... your fucking knee ... rotate your knee into my region ... give me my jollies ... Patty did it, and now I want you to do it ... your cousin and you are related, and I love you both ... and you know how to make love the same glorious way.' I moaned at Diane, taking my lips away from her tits for one moment to explain the way that my crotch and groin were feeling.
"Our bodies were now rising and falling in the heat of sexual passion, as we swayed to and fro on the bed. I began to arch my own back on the bed, and thrust it up farther into her talented knee, as it worked away almost like a hand, knowing which areas to go to to get the most response out of my cock. I was now going like a wild sex machine on her dangling orbs, hardening and reddening at my every touch, as my other hand began to plow a trail into hoi waiting vaginal cavity. I could fee! the texture of that pounding, pulsating pussy, becoming wet and damp and heated with passionate pussy juices of love, as I began to administer more carefully, and in more areas, spreading those lips wider to accept more of my loving, sex-crazed fingers. Her ass was now swaying and weaving above me, and I knew the joy I was bringing to her loins could only be duplicated by those that she was giving me in return. We were like two teachers, trying to teach one another the glories of each others sexual prowess, as we continued to strive for additional response in one another. I knew I was getting my jollies, I knew it so well, yet it was a pleasure to know as old as I was, and as worn as I had been in the past few days with the torture and anxiety of love and mental frustration at my dilemma, that I could still bring her to such a heated state in such a short time. The man in me once again took over the lover in me, and I was no longer a father but an aroused sexual beast.
"My cock and the muscles that had to be called on to make love to a glorious cunt like Diane's, were fully aroused and responding to my wishes. Tremendous excitations, and spasms surged throughout my body, as tensions and passions that would flow out in the way of come welled up deep within my loins. I went after those tits of Diane's with a vengeance, and sucked away at the end and tweaked the nipples, like I was a man possessed. I was a man possessed, a man possessed with making love, with making my loved one happy, and with being made happy in return. The higher I drove Diane up the sexual wall, the higher I would go until we reached the peak of sexual "Everest," and exploded from within in the glories of a wet, satisfied "Everest." The smooth, supple, yet rapidly firming skin of her glorious orbs were stuck now filling the total cavity of my mouth. I got extremely turned on at the satiny texture of that tremendous skin. It was such an odd combination, being hard, yet supple at the same time, and smooth but rough and heated as I sucked away the passions poured from within and made those tits glow in my mouth. I had to admit that I was mutilating them, tantalizing them, torturing- them, so that they would send a sexual message into her crotch, and it would respond and tell her to work me over faster so I could give her even more pleasure. Love and sex was a funny thing, it worked in a cyclical motion. As I made more passionate love to her, and she responded to me, her sexual instincts as an animal told her to pick up the pace on me, so she could get more in return. It was one glorious mad cycle that we were engaged in. I did not want to break the chain.
" 'Oh ... an ... uh huh ... yes, drive your fingers in, dad, drive them in deep ... oh deeper ... get the clit ... shove your fingers in and get the clit ... pump them in ... stroke them in ... take the clit in your fingers and tweak it ... that's right, tweak the clit like you're doing to the nipples on the ends of my tits ... oh ... I can feel spasms shooting through me ... I love it, up and down my spine, in and out of my vertebrae, electric shots ... suck ... yes suck ... lick ... get those tits ... get my cunt ... pulverize my pussy ... get my fucking pussy ... part my pussy lips ... mutilate my mound ... go wild on my gash ... stick your fingers in deeper ... faster ... wider ... put another finger in ... make them like your cock which is shortly to follow I know ... go on, get the hair pie ... get the fucking nookie ... pulverize the pubes ... furrow in the furry beast ... make it wet ... ah it's wet ... tantalize and torture my twitching twat ... ravage my ripe hole ... oh ... ah ... please keep going. Don't stop , ... faster ... find the crannies in my love groove with your finger ... make them come alive and wild ... feast ... ravish ... ravage my cunt ... go on deeper ... furrow your fingers deeper into my private domain ... it's public to you daddy dear .., my fucking private domain is public to you, you bastard schmuck asshole, cunt licking, finger twitching, asshole father!' Diane shouted, losing control of her senses, as the sex picked up on her cunt, and her glorious tits found a home inside my throat and her nipples tickled away at my tonsils.
"I knew that if this kept up much longer at this heated pace, I could empty my pubes, shoot my whole wad, explode my volcanic come all over the room before we even got into the real serious areas of lovemaking. I was enjoying what we were doing so much, that I was not sure I wanted to get out of this fantastic fore-play and get into another area. As these thoughts raced around in my mind, my spirits soared even further within my loins, and my male meat was becoming totally satisfied and swollen from her tantalizing knees. I could feel the inside of her with my fingers, and the vaginal membrane was beginning to contract around them and become livid in wanting to accept that firmer harder more pulsating beating thing that rested in my loins. My rod was erect. My tool was totem pole-like and firm. My schlong was now almost ready to shoot the semenous texture of loves juices from within. My joint was being copped by her knee, as I proceeded to suction away and feast on every tender, juicy, tasty morsel that expansive set of orbs had to offer me as they pushed around in my throat, and my tongue was pushed into the roof of my mouth to continue to lick over her nipples. I took my free hand, the one that was not engaged in her cunt, and wrapped it around the other side of her ass, which swayed below her arched back and stuck it in the ravine between her buttocks going towards that lovely rectal opening. I wanted her anus. I wanted that fucking anus in my fingers, so that I could twitch at it and she would go even more wild with sexual frenzy on me.
"As all this marvelous sex was taking place in one rhythmic, cyclical motion, the answers to my problem of how I was going to get from this stage without shooting into the final stage of lovemaking, was answered for me. Again, almost unbelievingly again, there came another rap on the door. The second fucking rap in a matter of twenty minutes, and I knew that there was only one other person in this house. I thought to myself, the only one of two other women in the whole world that I was in love with, was now standing outside that door, undoubtedly with the same idea as Diane wanting to tantalize and torture my sexual passions. How could this happen to a man, I thought. Was there no peace, even from love's bouts? Could a man not engage and be in love with one woman, and one woman alone. Did I have to be the mistress of sex's mysterious ways. My wife, my tender, loving, passionate, sexy wife who was gone, I was in love with her. I was even more in love with the daughter that the seeds of my semen had given birth to, and that was now ravaging my crotch area with her knee and whose tits were pouring like concrete onto a new road into the caverns of my throat,. Now, and fucking now, outside the door was my sumptuous, dark-haired, dark-eyed, animalistic, sexual niece, wanting to come in and make love to me. How was I to stand this, how was my mind to stand this, how was my body to stand this? I had not the answers, but I knew the ways to get those answers, was to ask more questions and enjoy the sex that was to be mine at least for the time being.
" 'Can I come in Uncle Al, I hear noises? Can I come in ... I want to come in Uncle Al. I can't sleep ... I love you so fucking much that my crotch twitches, and I become damp in there everytime I even think of you. Can I come in ... please can I- come in ... let me in ... I hear you're awake, I hear you rolling around, and I know it's because you're going wild, perhaps even in self abuse, wanting me to make love to your loins. Can I come in?' The voice of lovely Patty came from the other side of the door, and I knew the only answer now could be to let her in and see what would transpire now that the whole cat was out of the bag.
" 'What do I do Diane? ... I am in love with you, so very much in love with you, that I can't stand it, you know that ah ... oh ... your knee, keep your fucking knee going in my groin ... don't stop with your knee ... but ... I'm in love with Patty too, and I have to let her in ... because my body tells me so ... the stiffened shaft of my glorious, charging cock ... my pricky prong, dicky dong ... is telling me that it wants her, too. I can't keep her away anymore than I could if my wife, your mother, and her aunt, came home right now. I'd have to let her in and make this a sexual meal for four ... you must understand ... let me up for a second while I let Patty in, okay?' I asked Diane, as the passions welled up in me even further, but I knew that the songs that were singing inside my loins were singing for Patty as well as Diane and I had to let her in, my body made me want to let her in.
" 'I understand daddy ... I love Patty too ... I can see why you love her ... she's so dark, beautiful, sensual, sexy, animalistic, and she can bring pleasure to you as well as I can ... I don't know if I'm willing to share you ... but, now I haven't got much choice because I love this and I'm sure Patty will too, and for the most part because I love you, I know you will!' Wonderful Diane explained that she understood the situation, and was willing to go along with it at least for now.
"I got up off my back on the bed and jerked Diane's knee out of my crotch momentarily, and thrust her gyrating orbs aside, as I ran to the door to open it to let Patty in to join this lovely menage a trois of love, sex and sensualism. Patty met me at the door with open, naked arms, which revealed her beautiful, firm, erect, jutting tits. She wrapped her arms around me and planted her moist lips on mine, and her tongue charged into my mouth, and I forgot momentarily that Diane was sitting there wallowing and thrashing in love's juices on the bed. I responded to Patty, as any man would to her loveliness, and her sensual animalism. I wrapped my arms around her and our bodies met, and my prick shoved right between her legs and was captured by her creamy white, firm thighs, as they rotated back and forth and took it between her just below her cunt. We stood in this awkward position, as she thrust her chest into mine, and pressed those nipples into me and they felt like fucking hard marbles as they penetrated the wiry hair on my chest. Our tongues felt like electrons singing magic duets, as they met and greeted one another and became slithery and wet as our moist lips widened to accept more and more of those tongues in their play. My body shook, panted, murmured, and purred with delight as Patty's tongue thrust deeper into the cavernous region of my throat, and mine did the same. We hugged for a long moment, enjoying the touch, and the exquisite sensations of new excited flesh upon beating flesh. I knew that I had to bring Patty back to the bed, and I did not know how the situation would be resolved, but I figured I'd let the two girls do it and I would be the recipient of whatever love was to be had.
" 'Come to bed ... both of you lovely beasts, come to bed ... and we'll have a sexual menage a trois. Come on ... daddy dear ... and beautiful Patty come to bed ... we're all ready and tingly and excited for sex ... we all want the same things to make each other happy because we all love one another so ... and we both love daddy so ... I can tell that!' My daughter Diane shouted for us to come and join her on the bed, as she fully understood the situation, and was willing to share now.
" 'Yes Diane you've got the idea ... you've got the right idea Diane ... you're a lovely daughter and a great cousin ... and your father and my Uncle Al is very lucky to have you ... let's make him happy ... let's not split hairs now over who can have him for eternal sake ... let's enjoy this moment ... and let's both bring passions flowing inside his loins ... let's go crazy on him and make him happy ... as I know he would love to make us happy, and he will if he succumbs to our delights ... and shoots the semen of love all over our hands and tongues and loins!' Patty said, in assent to Diane's idea, as I could see she understood the situation too.
"Here they were, two lovely beasts that any man would be proud to own, to share, and to possess sexually as well as any other way. All they wanted to do, their whole reason for living, their whole reason in life at this period, was to make love to me, and make me happy. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't fucking believe it ... my wife had left and left behind a situation that was uncomprehendable to the human mystique ... it was so fucking unbelievable that I couldn't even accept it myself, but I was not to argue with the sexual physical fates, as these two lovely ladies took me in their grasp and threw me back down on my back on my bed, and began to take positions to administer to me once more. I was sure a lucky man!
"The girls placed my body sideways on the bed. Diane crawled between my legs and the front, and began to take my cock, now swelling and beating from the excitement it had had, in wanting a full sexual release, between her fingers and began to whack up and down along the shaft as her moist wet lips and tongue followed suit. From the rear, Patty climbed on the bed and lied, down parallel to my body, with her head between my buttocks. She had decided to take her fingers and hands, tongue, teeth and mouth, and remount my anus as Diane blew me. These two girls were going to take the two most sex-charged areas of my body, bring them to amazing heights of ebbing welling passion, and then drive me right up the fucking wall, and watch me release my waves of texturous semen of satisfaction all over them.
" 'My cock ... Diane, suck my cock ... yes, whack it off with your fingers, suck it ... put it between those tender, moist, warm lips of yours ... and suck it ... and lick it ... and blow it ... suction ... blow ... lick ... that's it oh ... ah .. -. uh huh ... you've got the idea darling Diane. I'm going crazy ever so fucking crazy ... keep it up, don't stop ... suck faster and harder ... massage my balls. Oh yes, that's it ... up and down the shaft and get the balls ... oh ... ah ... !' I bellowed at Diane, -with pleasure, that she was bringing to me, and I continued to thrust my cock and organic structure into her mouth deeper as her cheeks hollowed and she suctioned away and feasted on my schlong.
"Patty blazed a warm, wet, sumptuous trail with her tongue all over the insides of my buttocks, and the ravine was now becoming wet and damp with the moistness of her tongue, as well as reddened and tender from the abuse it was taking. Back and forth, back and forth over my reddened rectum rectal area, Patty's tongue ran, and Diane was still working away on the front of my body.
" 'In the anus Patty ... in the fucking anus ... I love you ... I love Diane ... oh ... shove your tongue in my anus ... ream it out ... oh yes, go on, massage the underpinnings of my balls with your hand ... yes, both of you on my balls ... my cock ... my shaft ... my whole organic structure ... oh, in the anus ... faster ... lick in the rectum ... in the anal opening ... in the ravine ... make it run and come, oh ... ah ... ow ... keep it up ... my balls ... my crown ... the eye ... get the semen you're going to get the fucking semen ... it's going to erupt and shoot and explode like a volcanic eruption ... oh ... ah ... Diane ... Patty ... that feels so fucking good, keep it up ... suction at my cock faster ... faster, go on ... ream my anus ... ream and suck and cream and blow ... feast ... have a ball ... have my balls ... have both balls ... and the shaft and everything that goes with them ... oh, make love to that whole region, it's going wild ... wild ... I'm climbing the fucking walls, I feel like an electrically charged machine ready to explode from the electric tension going on, don't ever stop, I love both of you, and I'll never let either of you go."
SUMMARY - CASE IV
The case of Al, the forty year old sex-crazed man, is pregnant with psychological overtones, undertows, and currents.
He is not the innocent bystander moved by his lustful anxieties, to the point that all reason fails him, that he appears to be.
I believe Al is a very sick man, troubled by inner conflicts which may take years to uncover, understand, and treat.
The way Al tells the story, he is worried and upset to the point of nervous collapse because he feels he is in love with three women, two of them incestuously. He explains all his mental anguish as a product of this multiple love situation which is wretching his mind apart.
The unfortunate thing about Al's case is that the manipulation of his inner conflicts represent themselves as symptoms of a man who just can't control his lust. A! looks at these symptoms and feels he understands the nature of his problems. Obviously, he could not be more wrong. It is just like a man who sees all the symptoms of a cold, and accepts them but cannot recognize the pneumonia that is really underneath it all.
It is mentally, and perhaps physically impossible, for a man Al's age or any age to be in love with, totally committed to, and involved in, relationships with three such women.
Firstly, if he was normal he could not believe he is totally iii love with his wife in one breath, and in the next, relate the situation where he is seduced by his daughter and falls in love with her. This problem goes deeper than just being physically attracted to his daughter. If he really believes he is deeply in love with her, then something must be lacking with his wife. Along comes his niece Patty, who really complicates matters. She shows him some new twists and he vows his undying love for her. Can all of Al's brains, reflexes and emotions be in his penis? I doubt it.
He must be analyzed at once by a really competent psychoanalyst. It may take a long time to help him, but it will be worth it. In the meanwhile, his daughter and niece sound as if they could use some help as well.