"It was something I never dreamed would happen. I mean, my own sister, playing around with my dick. I'd had a coupla girls who grabbed me in the back seat sometimes at the drive-in, but for Cora to start feeling me up and then say she wanted to suck it for me, that really blew my mind. I guess I just didn't think of her that way. She's always been my little sister, but then she was beginning to grow up. Hell, at sixteen she had tits bigger'n ma, and I suppose she had been messing around, but I'd been too busy at school and with my own girl friends to give her much thought. And then this happened. Maybe it was because we were alone in the house and we'd just watched this real heavy love story on TV Cora turned to me and asked me if I'd gone all the way with any of the chicks I'd gone out with. I told her, sure, I had. Of course, I hadn't, but then I'd never admit that to her, or anyone, really. She laughed and told me she'd been screwing around and liked it. She said she especially liked to suck a guy's dick. That's when she grabbed me and started playing with me. I was lying on my back on the couch, and she'd been on the floor. She crawled over and put her hand down there. Wow, it was like an electric shock all through my crotch. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back. 'Relax,' she said. 'No one's here.' She unzipped my pants and her fingers went inside and pulled out my cock. She looked at it and whistled. 'Wow, you're as big as pa,' she said. I couldn't believe my ears. 'You've messed around with pa?' I asked, and she nodded. 'Sure, he-likes me to suck him off now and then,' she said, calm as all get-out. By this time, I was getting hard, and the way her fingers were squeezing my rod, I knew I'd have a roaring stiff in a few seconds. Her mouth came down and closed around the end. She sucked the head for a few seconds, and then looked up at me.
" 'I like yours,' she said softly. 'It's flatter and wider at the end.' I stared down, seeing my prick pointing up, the end glistening and shiny from her spit. I'd always thought I had a good-sized cock. The other guys at school used to kia me about it in the locker room, but then I couldn't care less. A cock's a cock, as far as I'm concerned, something to get your kicks with when you're with a chick.
"But when Cora mentioned about its size, I realized that maybe I did have a good piece of meat. It was long and kinda thin, but the end was wide and flat. I also have lots of skin around it, and Cora was playing with this, pulling it up over the end, then sliding it back down, and each time her fingers squeezed and I could see some stuff oozing out of the slit. I guess I was real ready for sex, and by this time I figured if she wanted to mess around, let her have at it.
"She pulled the skin back down the shaft, and her head came down once more. This time she held the end between her lips, and I could feel her tongue flicking across the end, pushing in and out of the slit, and underneath, that real sensitive place under the head, you know? I was throbbing by this time, and each time her tongue licked, my prick jumped. It was the grooviest feeling I'd ever had, much better than jerking off or having some girl just play with it in my pants.
"She pulled my pants open a little more, and pushed down between my legs, her hand taking my balls. She crawled up on the couch and knelt down between my thighs. Her one hand was caressing my balls, rolling them around and tickling them, while her other hand held my rod straight up so her mouth could move up and down, up and down. Oh, wow, I could feel it slide all the way into her mouth and bang the back of her throat. I thought she might gag, but I guess she'd been sucking cock long enough to know what to do, and how to handle a long dick. Up and down she went, her lips tight around it, and her tongue going wild each time it slid in and out.
"My whole body had started trembling, not just from the feelings she was giving me, but from the excitement of what was happening to me. A chick was sucking my dick for the first time, and it was my own sister! I was so wound up by now that I reached down and felt for her tits. like I said, they were big, but only when I took them in my hands did I realize how big they were. It was like holding two grapefruits. She lifted up and quickly slipped off her sweater and undid her bra. I gasped as those two while balloons of flesh swung free, their dark circles at the ends pointing at me. I used to jack off, imagining large tits, but I'd never seen two tits like hers before in real life. My fingers dug in and I thought I'd pop my nuts right then.
"I rubbed my thumbs across the nipples as I held them in my fingers, and I could feel them getting hard as nuts. Her head went back down and she started really going at it then. I guess she knew I was so hot by then I was almost ready. Her hand held my balls, pulling them down so my skin stayed down off my shaft and my head was exposed to her lips and tongue. Around, up, down, in, out, faster and faster she went. I began moaning and telling her how great it felt, and my hands were squeezing her tits harder and harder. She was making little sounds in her throat and I knew she was feeling pretty groovy herself. I let my eyes run over her, taking in her tits, and then down to her head as it bobbed between my legs, sucking my dick like it was a lollipop. I was shaking all over, and then from deep inside I felt that surge, that growing pressure that seemed to start at my balls and travel all the way up. I felt my cock get stiffer, almost burst with excitement, and then my whole body was like on fire and I felt my come shooting up and out of my dick into her mouth. She jammed her head down and I could feel her throat around the head of my dick as it jerked with each load of come. I cried out and that old couch rocked with our movements. Then it was over, and I lay back, gasping, sweating, shaking, but wow! What a feeling all over me. It was the greatest I'd ever felt.
"Cora sat up and grinned at me. 'Good, huh?' I nodded. 'I know I give a good blow job,' she said, reaching for her bra and putting it on. 'Next time maybe we can do more. Maybe you'd like to eat me?' I told her that'd be groovy. I'd always wanted to, but never had. That night was something else. Cora and I used to fuck up a storm after that first time. She showed me more about sex than any chick I've ever gone with."
The two most common manifestations of oralism are fellatio and cunnilingus, the former being the taking of a man's penis in the mouth, the second being the oral stimulation of a woman's genitals by oral contact. Although these constitute a generally accepted part of sexual activity, it has been generally presupposed that such activity only occurred between persons not of the same family
However, as past treatises on incest have shown, there does exist sexual activity between members of the same family, and in many cases such activity is oral or anal in nature. Research has shown that fear of pregnancy has been a strong motivation for oralism, but in many cases the mere sexuality of the act has been sufficient to prompt such liaisons between husbands and wives, as well as between fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, and even mothers and sons.
Sex surveys over the past few decades have gleaned some rather shocking facts from the mass of superstition and hearsay that surrounds the subject of human copulation. Much as the public was loath to hear it, facts disclosed the high incidence of premarital and extramarital sex relations, as well as a wide variety of practices that were only talked about in whispers.
Today, thanks to the ever-widening availability of published works on all manner of sexual matters, the public is becoming less horrified and more aware of man's tendency to play variations on his natural functions. Paulsen, in I. W. Hertz's System der Ethik, states that true morality does not say: this you should do; but it inquires: what is it you want, in reality and definitely, not only in a momentary mood? So the individual therefore must ask himself: what is it I want from sex to provide the greatest satisfaction? To some it may be conventional penis-vagina activity; to others it may be the sensual involvements of oralism in its many forms.
After all, many forms of sexual activity have existed for thousands of years as part of man's enjoyment of his mate, and vice versa. The intimacies of sex, however, can never be generalized as applicable to every couple. Sex is a highly personal matter, which accounts for much of the resistance to the probing of researchers and sexual scientists. Yet despite public outcry about burgeoning social immorality, the sales of sex books has recently sky-rocketed. In 1970, the two top nonfiction best sellers across the country were both on the subject of sex, one dealing specifically with a woman's sensual appeal, the other with the general mechanics and philosophy of sex. There is certainly an incongruity of outlook here, if we are to believe the sincerity of mass protest in the past.
With oralism in the family, there do arise certain reservations regarding the ethics and propriety of indulging in sexual activity with a close relative. As sex is basically intended for the procreation of the species, society has always frowned upon incestuous relations because of the possibility of retarded children being born, a condition that is possible with continued inbreeding.
However, many primitive tribes to this day adhere to the practice of the father initiating his daughters into sex. It is considered more desirable than any alternative, and there may be certain aesthetic advantages for the young girl. This book is not intended, however, to make value judgments on any of the phenomena described, but merely to give the reader the information from which he may draw his own conclusions.
The most common form of attraction is, of course, between members of the opposite sex who come from families that are not related. Nevertheless, in his Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, Sigmund Freud states that individuals, irrespective of sex or relationship, can be drawn together sexually if they work in close contact or are together for extended periods of time. Freud also stresses that sexual activities are often compulsive in nature. This philosophy is reflected in the popular syndrome of the boss having an affair with his secretary, the doctor with his nurse, and so on. Taking this one step further, we can see how members of the same family can become sexually involved.
Incest is particularly prevalent in rural and ghetto families where cramped living quarters make intimacy more the norm than the exception. Studies of rural families have shown that fathers will indulge in sex with their daughters without any remorse or guilt; among the hill people of the south, it is taken as a normal phenomenon. It may not be totally accepted, but its existence is recognized.
With oralism, the prevalence is not confined to low income groups, but is distributed practically in every stratum of society. In fact, oral intercourse is almost a prerequisite for any girl who has reached the dating stage, particularly on the high-society level. Oralism is especially common among the high-class "jet set" members of society, those sophisticated elements who regard sex to be more for pleasure than for procreation.
On the middle-income level, however, which comprises the bulk of society today, a wife and husband may indulge on oral intercourse as an enjoyable alternative to birth control or merely to enhance their enjoyment of each other. Vaginal intercourse, too, may dwindle in middle age due to lack of physical response. A wife who can fellate her husband can be assured of giving him satisfaction, no matter what age she might be.
Oralism is not, as some claim, a perversion. It stems from one of the first sensual experiences in early childhood: sucking the thumb, suckling at the mother's breast, etc. From an early-learned instinct for satisfaction can come the desire to express oneself orally in sex, either by sucking a man's penis or a woman's genitals.
Some hold the misguided idea that a man who allows a woman to fellate him is intrinsically selfish, thinking only of his own ultimate peak of enjoyment. However, it is established that many women will reach their own orgasm by fellating a man and, at the same time, by rubbing their thighs together to increase their own vaginal friction and clitoral stimulation. Some women even claim that they are able to enjoy orgasm more when a man is performing cunnilingus than when they are actually having penile intercourse with him. Mutual oralism (or "sixty-nine") is, for many, the most enjoyable method of reaching orgasm.
Sexual satisfaction, in reality, stems from a mature outlook on the subject and on human relationships. A young boy and girl of thirteen are able to have intercourse, but it provides nothing but mere pleasure for the moment and cannot possibly have the emotional overtones present with a mature man and woman. The rewards of sex are often more mental than physical, and for this reason, a limitless variety of variations exist, many of which are oral in nature. In spite of the many cases investigated, it was observed that oral intercourse between members of the same family resulted in few feelings of guilt or remorse. In general, the act was brought about by a mutuality of response and feeling, a desire to indulge for the sake of momentary pleasure, and nothing more. And, it must be stressed, few cases extended over a period of time. The act was more occasional than regular.
From the various individuals that the author has had an opportunity to learn about, there have been selected the five histories recounted in this book. The details are spelled out as they were told, with no additional comments other than the facts surrounding the family background and circumstances. From the psychological reactions of the parties involved, the reader may identify his own situation and draw a parallel, but his conclusions will be his own.
ONE - MOTHER GOES DOWN
"I'd come in about nine o'clock, I think. I'd been working out at the gym and I was real hot and sweaty and I went to the kitchen to get some orange juice. I heard a noise and turned as mother came into the room. She had her nightgown on, one of those real flimsy things. I used to kid her about it being her honeymoon outfit. You could almost see through it. She asked me if I'd spoken to my father at all that afternoon, and I told her I hadn't seen him since breakfast She made some remark, and I knew she was mad. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she wished she knew where dad was. He was getting home later and later, and she didn't like it. I told her he'd been working late, but she snapped at me, saying that was no excuse. I could tell she was real upset. She lit a cigarette and sat down, puffing at it nervously. I asked her if she wanted a Coke or something, and she said no, all she wanted was dad to get home. Then she got up and walked back into the living room. She slammed the door behind her, and I realized she must've been real up tight. I'd seen her like this a coupla times before when she and dad had a real fight. She's always been kinda jealous of him. She's always thinking he's out screwing some other chick, but I honestly think he just works late. Dad hasn't done anything but work late ever since I can remember.
"Anyway, I finished my orange juice and went to my room. I took off my things and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the faucets, and then decided I'd rather have a tub. I was real stinking, and my muscles ached, and I knew lying in the tub would relax me before I went to bed.
"I put the stopper in, turned on the water, and sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for the water to fill up. A few minutes later, I stepped in and slid down, the hot water covering me and giving me that groovy feeling. I've always liked a hot bath, especially at night.
"I was lying there, just feeling good, when I heard the door to my room open, and mother called out. I shouted I was in the tub, and the next thing I knew she opened the bathroom door and stood there. I stared up at her, not knowing what to say. I think the last time she'd seen me naked was when I was about twelve. In the eight years since, I'd grown a lot, especially where she was staring at that moment. I quickly grabbed the washcloth and covered my crotch. She laughed and walked over to me. 'My boy's not so little any longer,' she said, reaching down and pulling the washcloth away. 'Hey, knock it off,' I said. But her hand was around my joint and she was feeling it. Jeez, I didn't know what to do. 'Listen, dad'll be home soon,' I said, but this only made her laugh even more. Then I smelled her breath and I realized she'd been drinking. 'Your father won't be home till much later,' she said. 'He's out somewhere, God knows where.' I pushed her hand away, because I could feel a hard on starting. 'What do you want?' I asked her. She bent down and kissed me, right on the lips. 'You,' she said. 'I'm so lonely, Phil. Be nice to me.' In that moment, all the stories I'd ever read about mothers screwing their sons flashed through my brain. I mean, mother's real groovy and all that, but she's still my mother. 'Look, you go back to your room,' I said. 'I'll call dad and see what's happened.' I know it sounded silly, but it was all I could think of then. She shook her head and grabbed my cock again, squeezing it like mad.
"I could see through that goddamn robe of hers, her tits hanging down, not long and flabby, but firm and round, just pike those nude pictures I kept at the back of my dresser drawer. Oh, wow, all sorts of things went through my mind then. I thought of my girl, and how I'd been screwing her a few nights before, and here was my mother, playing with my dick, her tits right in front of me. I knew it was hopeless to try and not get hard. My dick was beginning to flex and get thick and tingle all over, the way it did when my girl started playing with it Mother pushed me back and stared at me with a strange smile. 'You think I'm out of my skull, don't you?' she said. 'Well, let me tell you, I've been waiting for your father too long. If he's out somewhere, I know what he's doing, and it's what I want to do with you right now. Phil, there's nothing wrong in it. I love you, baby.' And then her mouth came down and closed around the end of my prick. She was leaning over the edge of the tub, and I knew it wasn't the easiest position. She lifted her face up and laughed softly. 'You know you like it,' she said, 'so why don't we get more comfortable, like on the bed?' I stared down at my rod, standing up stiff as a board and throbbing with excitement. Then something told me: she wanted me, she was forcing herself on me, and the easiest thing would be just to let her do whatever she wanted, and if she wanted to suck my dick, groovy. She'd already got me hotter'n I'd been in weeks. It was something I never dreamed would happen, even though I'd read about it lots of times. I even saw that movie, The Damned, where the guy fucks his own mother, and I got suddenly turned on. Why not? I liked having my joint chewed on, and mother certainly knew what she was doing. Those few licks she put in had made me shake all over, it felt so good.
"She moved away and I stood up in the tub, reaching for the towel. I quickly dried myself, and then she grabbed my penis and pulled me out of the bathroom and over to the bed. She pushed me down and crawled up between my legs, pulling her robe off as she did so. I gasped. She had a real swinging bod, slim, narrow waist, wide hips, and those tits, oh, wow! what tits! She knelt between my legs and let her fingernails trail up my thighs, digging in gently, and up to my crotch. She took my balls, cock, and all and started licking them, holding my sac while her tongue slid into the flesh, tickling and arousing me even more. She opened her mouth real wide and put my balls inside. I felt her tongue rolling them around, while her hand massaged my skin up and down over my shaft, up over the head, squeezing it, and then pulling it back down. My whole body was shaking. I'd never felt so wild before. I mean, I'd screwed my girl, but we only sorta climbed on, fucked, and that was it. Now it was like a ten-course meal of sex, a little at a time, and every bit making me more and more alive, more thrilled with what was happening to me. For the first time, it felt like sex was really something, not just a quick bang in the back of a car. I lay back and watched her, just like a cat playing with a mouse, the way she was playing with my cock and balls, touching, licking, sucking.
"I was getting more than just horny now. I knew that any minute I'd be popping my nuts, and could already feel that little tingle creeping up between my joint and my ass-hole; you know that feeling you can't stop, and once it starts, you just have to go on humping away and let it happen. I lifted my hips and felt my rod push deep into her mouth. She groaned, gagged, and then lifted up a little, holding it all between her lips; her tongue was feeling all around my head, her hand was on my shaft, and she must've felt the cord at the back start jerking, 'cos she pushed her mouth down and again and I shot, real big gobs into her, humping my hips and pushing as my whole body shook and my hands went down and grabbed her head, feeling it going like mad while I fucked her mouth. Wow! it was the wildest sex I'd ever had, and when I finally stopped shooting, she kept my dick in her mouth, licking it, running her tongue up the cord and draining out the last drop of come into her. I felt myself going soft, and slowly she let it slip out and it lay across my leg. She stroked it with her fingers and smiled at me.
"I just lay there, my eyes closed, enjoying that wonderful feeling that comes after you've shot. She leaned forward, and I opened my eyes just as her mouth descended on mine; then I felt her lips and her tongue. We kissed just for a second, and then she sat back up. 'That was great,' she whispered. 'Just like your father used to be.' I didn't answer her. The only thought that I had was when we would be doing it again, because I knew then that after that first time, there would be another. And there was, each time better than before."
Phil was the only son of John and Elaine S-, a well-to-do couple who lived in New Orleans.
John was district manager for a large insurance company, a position he had worked twenty years to achieve. Despite the fact that their income afforded them a rather luxurious home, Elaine began experiencing periods of frustration and loneliness as John spent more and more time at his work, not only staying late at the office, but making business calls in the evening.
Although she came from a prominent family in the South, Elaine was not overly social, and their circle of friends was limited. She had been attracted to John when they met at Tulane University, and after a torrid courtship, they were married. A year later, Philip was born. Despite a very active sex life, Elaine had no more children.
John was disappointed, having come from a large family himself. He felt that he would have liked at least two, preferably four children. He was also aware that an only child has certain disadvantages, and he wanted only the best for his son. He discussed the possibility of adoption, but Elaine was against it. She considered it a slight to her, and told him if they couldn't have any more by themselves, she was not in favor of taking in someone else's child.
Phil grew up in an atmosphere of unrestrained sex activity. Elaine, being the hot-blooded girl she was, seldom held back, and early in his life, Phil witnessed his parents on several occasions indulging in intercourse. Once he saw his mother fellating his father, and several times observed his father on top of Elaine, accomplishing the standard penis-vagina activity.
When he reached puberty, Phil was more than aware of what went on between the sexes, and started his own experimenting rather early. He had intercourse with a neighbor girl at the age of twelve, but was interrupted by her irate prents before he could complete his orgasm. The episode was brought to the attention of his father, who took a jovial attitude toward it. However, Phil did receive a lecture on the facts of life, which did little to minimize his growing sexual feelings.
By the time he graduated from high school, Phil had more than the normal quota of sex experiences, ranging from the usual adolescent experiments to spending an afternoon with a prostitute in the French Quarter as well as numerous fellations by homosexuals in New Orleans. He had inherited his father's virility and his mother's unbridled love of sex.
Always athletically inclined, Phil had developed his body through football, as well as regular visits to a health club where he worked out with weights. He took great pride in his body and relished the continual compliments showered up on him by men and women alike.
He was aware that all was not well between his parents, especially after John's work took more and more of his time at night. Elaine began drinking quite heavily, and there were numerous scenes when she accused John of having an affair with another woman, which he denied most vehemently. He was legitimately engaged in his insurance calls in the evenings, which left Elaine at home alone with Phil. There were many evenings when they would talk together, the tone of the conversation becoming more and more intimate with every fresh drink that Elaine consumed. She continually made references to Phil's growing build and his attractive physique. He did not consider his mother's comments untoward until one night she entered his room and made an overt advance on him in the bathroom. They ended up in bed together, with Elaine fellating him to a climax. This began a series of sexual encounters between them. Phil's basic nature leaned toward anything sexual and his closeness to his mother helped eliminate any feelings of guilt he might have had over what they were doing. He considered it to be something pleasurable, and if his mother wished it, he had no objections. He had had enough sex experience outside his home to make him cooperative in all the variations she desired, although her preference was for oral sex. They also indulged in regular intercourse, Elaine being quite aware of her inability to get pregnant by this time.
Phil also had his outside contacts, and one special girl friend whom he dated and with whom he slept occasionally. He was quite adjusted to his versatile situation, but, thanks to her drinking, Elaine's sense of discretion started slipping. Her lack of activity with her husband and the easy access to her son pushed her into a possessive attitude that verged on the neurotic.
She tried to discourage Phil from pursuing his normal social life, particularly the one girl he said he was dating and whom he hoped to marry. During a particularly violent argument between them one night, John returned home. Overhearing their conversation, he realized to his horror what had been happening. He readjusted his schedule, avoiding all evening appointments, and began staying home with Elaine.
He was unable to arrive at a satisfactory rationale for Phil's behavior. His first reaction had been to throw the young man out, but he realized that Elaine had probably been more to blame. Nevertheless, he felt that there had to be some psychological trauma resulting from the experience, and insisted that Phil visit a psychiatrist. Phil was not at all enthusiastic over the idea, but finally agreed under threat of being disowned.
Over a series of visits, Phil related his experiences with his mother, together with his own background in regard to his sex development which, the psychiatrist felt, would have a bearing upon the fact that he was able to indulge in relations with his mother. Although reticent at first, Phil finally relaxed and told his story.
"You ask when I really got started? Hell, I knew what it was all about since I was about seven or eight. I think the first time I remember, I heard this commotion in my folks' bedroom. It sounded like there was something thumping in there and I heard mother's voice giggling. Anyway, I was curious, you know how kids are. I tiptoed out of my room and quietly opened their door, just far enough to peek in.
"I saw mother on the bed, naked, and dad was on top of her. He had this big old hard on and he was driving it in and out of her. It was real hot 'n' heavy, and the noise I'd heard was their bed banging up against the wall each time he rammed it into her. Dad has a real big cock, and I couldn't believe that all that was sliding into my mother. She was lifting her ass each time to meet him. I'll never forget it, as long as I live. You know how they say that some guys'll be jealous of their father. I didn't feel jealous. I just couldn't believe it, that was all. I knew it must be something they enjoyed, because by that time, I'd discovered how much fun it was in the bath, soaping my own cock till it got hard, and then lying there, playing with myself until my penis was red and I felt that strange feeling between my legs. If it felt that good to me, I knew it must feel good doing what my dad was doing.
"I asked another kid a few days later, you know, what it meant. This guy was my buddy and he was about three years older'n me, and he laughed and told me they were fucking. He said he'd seen his folks lots of times, and that was how they made babies. Of course, he didn't answer all the questions in my mind, but at least I got the first clues about this whole thing called sex. After that, I used to keep my ears peeled for any noises from the bedroom, so I could maybe watch again.
"The next time was when I caught mother doing my dad. He was lying on his back, and she was between his legs, sucking his cock. That really turned me on. I stayed at the door, quietly feeling my own dick which was hard, and I wondered what it would be like to have someone suck my dick. I also figured that if mother sucked dad, why couldn't she suck me, too? If it was all right for her to do that to him, why couldn't she do it to me? However, something told me it was only something that grown-ups did, so maybe I'd just have to wait.
"Well, I guess I grew up sexually kinda young. I was about eleven when I started messing around. A few other guys and I used to get together in the attic sometimes in the summer. It was real hot up there, and we'd take off our clothes and mess around, you know, jacking off and all that shit. One kid was about thirteen, and he could come. We all watched while he masturbated himself and then shot all over the floor. The first time I saw that, I was real excited. I remember reaching out and touching his come, feeling it between my fingers. I wanted to be able to do that, because from the way he behaved, I knew he was feeling pretty good. I mean, I knew it already felt good just playing with it, but to be able to come, to shoot my seed like he did, that was my big ambition back then.
"So when I turned twelve, I was finally able to reach a climax. Oh, that day was the greatest. I'd been playing with a bunch of guys and we all came back and ended up in the attic. We had one kid-he turned out to be a fucking queen later, but back then, we didn't know about those things-who liked to suck out dicks, and it felt so good, none of us objected. This particular day, Sammy was with us, and when we got up to the attic and started jerking off, Sammy went down on me. I'll never forget that. I lay back and watched him as he closed his lips around my dick and licked it, up and down, pulling the foreskin back and forth with his teeth, then pushing down real hard. For the first time, I felt that growing surge from deep inside, and before I knew what had happened, my whole body was tingling, and wham! I'd shot into his mouth. He gagged but stayed with it, swallowing my load. That was the first come I'd ever shot out of my cock. He was real surprised but not nearly as surprised and pleased as I was. I was a man now. I could come. I could shoot. Wow, I'd passed a turning point From that moment on, I wanted to get me a girl and try doing it to her, the way I'd seen my dad doing it to mother that night
"There was this family living next door. They had a daughter who must've been about my age, maybe a few months older. I'm not sure. Anyway, we were real close friends. I'd gone over to their house and played since I was about nine. Her name was Annette, and she was real pretty. And even though she was that young, she had the beginnings of tits, and she was just as curious about sex as I was. I told her I was able to shoot, and she wanted to have me do it to her. Nothing shy about that girl, let me tell you. She'd already seen my penis one day when we were together in the garage. She felt it, took it out, and played with it till it got hard, but then she got scared or something, and nothing more happened.
"But when I told Annette that I could come, she said I should come over to her place and we could try doing it in her bedroom. She said her folks were going out that afternoon. I was so excited that I almost got a hard in my pants then. I could hardly wait. Anyway when we finally made it to the bedroom, she said that she wanted to play with it first. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock, which was starting to get hard. She massaged it and soon it was stiff and rarin' to go. I told her to suck it, like I'd seen my mother doing to dad. She said she didn't think she wanted to, but if I wanted to push it between her legs, that'd be fine. Hell, that's what I was after anyway, so I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. I stuck my finger up her twat and she giggled and said it tickled. I told her to lay back with her legs apart, the way I'd seen mother doing it. She did so, and I climbed on. Hell, I was so hot by this time I thought I'd shoot, but I didn't. I lifted her dress up and saw her cunt. It was smooth, hell, like a soft little swelling between her legs, no hair at all. I put my hand inside; it was sticky and slippery. Then I covered her and pushed my cock forward, but it just went between her legs, and it didn't feel very good there, just flopping around. I raised back on my haunches, then came forward again, guiding it into her. She stared as the end of it penetrated between her cunt lips, then giggled. 'It feels funny,' she said. Once the end was in, I lay forward and pushed with my hips. I felt more of it go in, and then something seemed to stop it. I pushed, but it wouldn't go in any more, so I pulled it back out again. She told me not to push it so deep, as it hurt her. I didn't want to do that in case she started crying or something, so I just pushed it in and out the lips a little. It felt pretty good, and I kept going. She pulled her dress all the way up and I could see her tits, real small and flat, but they were tits, and I began feeling them as I was fucking her. I didn't kiss her tits that day. I hadn't got around to that yet. I was more interested in keeping my cock going in and out of that lovely little snatch which was tight around my shaft and making me feel so good. I kept it going slow and easy. I've never been a fast fucker, not even now. I get more feeling when it's slow. I went on, and she put her arms around my back and held me tightly. 'Oh, that feels good,' she said. 'I feel funny inside.' I didn't say anything, but I was beginning to feel pretty funny inside, too, and realized it was my approaching climax. I was going to come, and for the first time, inside of someone, and it was a girl! Oh, wow, I was so excited I could feel my penis throb and expand as it slid in and out of her. I started gasping, and just at that moment we heard the front door slam downstairs. Her eyes opened wide and she pushed me off her quickly. 'It's my folks,' she said, and I've never seen anyone so scared. I guess I was petrified. I just stayed there on the bed, wondering what would happen. 'Get your pants up,' she said, but there's nothing worse than trying to zip up over a roaring hard, especially one like I had then. Even for twelve, I was pretty big. And about then, her mother walked in.
"She took one look at us, then screamed so loud, I thought the whole goddamn neighborhood would hear her. She called me every dirty name in the book, then ran over and slapped my face. She also slapped Annette, and then all hell broke loose. Annette's father came in, and he grabbed me and marched me back home. He and my dad had a hell of a scene, while I sat in a chair, feeling very sorry for myself. Looking back, it was kinda funny. I wasn't sorry because of what happened. I was only sorry they'd arrived so soon and I couldn't come in her twat, like I'd wanted to.
"After Annette's father left, my dad turned to me and started laughing. "You little fucker,' he said. 'Trying to screw that girl. I should beat the hell out of you, but I won't. I think you've been scared enough.' He told me not to try it again, to wait till I was a little older I didn't pay too much attention to him, though. Later that night I heard him and mother talking about it and laughing. Mother said I was taking after him, and he said what was so bad about that. He'd got his first piece of pussy when he was thirteen anyway, and he'd been going strong ever since. So I really didn't think there was anything real bad about fucking. Hell, if dad laughed about it, and mother sort of went along with him, then what the hell? I made up my mind to try and find another girl just as soon as I could.
"I told the other guys about it, and one of them said he had this chick who'd blow you for a quarter. She lived a few blocks away, so one afternoon me and this other kid went over there. We both had some money and we figured maybe if she'd blow us for a quarter, she'd let us fuck her for fifty cents. We got there to her place, which was kinda crummy, but she was pretty enough. Her name was Cindy, and she must've been about sixteen or so. She had real big tits, too, which I went wild over. I'd seen pictures but never seen them close up naked, like Cindy showed us before the afternoon was over.
"My friend's name was Clark, and he asked her if she'd take care of both of us. He said I was cherry, which made her real interested. She said she liked showing boys how to do it for the first time. I mean, she had us both lie down on a couch in her room (her folks were away working, so we were alone) and she took out dicks and played with them till they were hard. I thought it was real funny the way she examined our cocks. She said she thought Clark's was prettier, because it was long, thin, and real white. Mine was thicker, and had all that skin on it, and some veins down one side. She must've got her kicks from examining cocks, I guess. Anyway, she bent down and started sucking on Clark, and then after a few seconds, slipped over to me. As her lips closed around my shaft, I thought I'd shoot right then. It was like fire, so smooth, so hot, and I felt myself slide right into her, while her tongue flicked back and forth. She made a big thing about the fact I wasn't circumcised, pulling my skin back with her hand to expose the end. Clark was cut, so she didn't have to bother with him. She just went at him, sucking, then back to me, back and forth until we were both throbbing and ready to shoot. Then Clark asked her if we could fuck her for fifty cents. She said okay, but she wanted me to fuck her while she sucked off Clark. 'We'll have a daisy chain,' she said, and showed us what she wanted us to do.
"She lay back, and told Clark to squat across her chest and stick his cock in her mouth. Then she told me to get between her legs and shove my dick into her cunt. This was really something. I didn't pay any mind to Clark. Hell, he was getting his rocks off himself. I just wanted to see that thing of hers, and when she dropped her drawers, I just about creamed. It was the first time I'd been that close to one with hair on it. It was oozing, too, all sorts of that sticky stuff trickling out from the slit. I moved my dick forward and pushed it into the middle. It slid in real easy and she wriggled her ass as I went in and she said that it felt good, that if was nice and thick. Clark had his back right in front of me, so I grabbed him around the waist for support and started pumping my cock in and out, the way I'd seen my dad doing it that night to mother. In my mind, I could picture him, his body sweating and straining as he pushed his big piece of meat in, and I imagined I was like him, with just as big a cock, all those muscles and everything, and was fucking. I don't think I imagined it was my mother, it was just that I was being like my dad, big and strong, with a big dick that I could use to give me pleasure and make the girl feel good, too. I knew she was feeling good, because she was making little sounds and moving her body. Her snatch was gripping my shaft real hard, but she was slick and it felt great, sliding in and out. Each time she gripped me, I felt more and more sensation go snapping through my body and I was so excited that I felt myself coming. I grabbed Clark real hard and cried out, and then I felt my cock stiffen, then shoot quick little spurts into her. As soon as I was through, I pulled out and lay back on the bed, gasping. I'd done it! I'd shot inside the girl and had gotten my first piece of tail. Oh, wow, did I feel like shouting from the rooftops at that moment.
"A few moments later, Clark came in the girl's mouth and climbed off. She grinned at us, said it was pretty good, and held out her hand for the fifty cents from each of us. Clark only wanted to give her a quarter 'cos she'd only blown him, but she insisted, so finally he agreed. He told me later he'd have given her a dollar, it felt so good. We used to go back to her quite often after that, and she sucked me off, fucked me, and did all sorts of things. She liked me, she said, because I had a thicker cock than Clark. In fact, she said I had the thickest cock of any kid she screwed. I felt real proud of that I knew my dad had a big thick one, and I wanted to be like him. That's why I started going in for football, and took up weights. I've always believed if you've got a good body, you can really make out with the girls. And ever since back then, when I first knew what it meant, I've wanted to make sure I would be able to. I knew keeping myself in shape not only made me more appealing but also made me better able to fuck up a storm. One night, would you believe, I screwed this girl four times? I can get real horny when I'm turned on, but even if I were turned on, I know I couldn't have made it if I hadn't been in shape.
"Much as I dig fucking, I think I really dig getting blown just as much, if not more. I mean, with a tight pussy, you can't hold yourself back so easily. Getting blown might not always be so great, but you last longer, and I sure like to fuck all night if I can.
"Well, after those times with Clark and some other kids, fucking around the neighborhood, I figured I really knew the score. By the time I was about fifteen, I was known as a stud in school. I'd broadened out, too, and looked a lot older than I was. I also had a real big dick. That had grown from all the workouts I gave it, either with chicks or myself. I used to laugh when the football coach told us all to lay off sex because it sapped energy and made you weak. Hell, if I didn't get a piece of tail, I used to jack off just about every day. I always had that memory of my dad's cock in my mind, and I wanted to have one just as big, be just as able to screw, and he and my mother were screwing up a storm. I knew that. Of course, these past few years they haven't as often, and I guess that's the reason mother's been so up tight about things. I know that was the reason she came in to me that first night.
"I'd known that she and dad were having problems, and I figured it wasn't any of my business. I was too busy at school, too wrapped up in my own interests, and didn't give much thought to it. After that first night when mother came into my bathroom and we had sex, I sure did think about it, though. I knew damn well that dad wasn't giving her enough, and mother's a horny old broad. I don't mean that. Old. But she is older than the chick I've been seeing.
"She wasn't the first older woman I'd been to bed with, either. When I was about seventeen, I used to go down to the French Quarter with Clark and a few other guys and we'd spend the night with this whore there. What a gas she was! She must've been about forty, real groovy, though, with a great body, and she sure liked 'em young. She grooved on me especially because of my build. She called me her Charles Atlas. Big muscles and big cock, she said. Some nights she'd get some of the other girls at the house to come in and watch. I dug that. I've always liked showing off my body, and I knew people got a charge out of watching. There was always that thought of watching my dad screwing my mother years before. I got a charge out of it then, young as I was. Even now I kinda dig watching sometimes, especially down in the Quarter when they have sex shows. That's when I realy dig someone blowing me, when I'm watching someone else fucking. It's a gas.
"Anyway, after that first time with mother, I knew that she'd probably want it again, and I wondered how the hell things would work out. I mean, I knew dad was staying out late on his calls, but he usually came home around ten-thirty or eleven. Sometimes it was later, but never after eleven-thirty. I kept thinking: what if he walks in and finds us screwing? Oh, yes, we got around to just about everything in the book. Mother told me she liked anything oral. Especially sucking cock, but there was more she could do besides that, like she showed me the second time we got together.
"It happened about a week after that first time. I guess I should've been pretty shook up, but I wasn't. I remember I lay in bed and thought this is what dad had been having all those years, and if it was that good, why the hell wasn't he getting any? He surely couldn't be that tired. He's only forty-two or three. I sure hope when I'm that age I still have enough in me to give a broad a good time every night of the week. To me, there's nothing better'n a good night's fucking.
"Anyway, I had come home from the gym again and had just finished my bath when mother came into my room. 'Your father's out again,' she said. This was nothing unusual, so what did she want me to say? I knew then it was just an excuse. She told me she felt like it might be fun to have a little more of what we had before. I was lying on my bed, and she came over and started messing around with my crotch, and in two seconds I was raring to go. There was no hesitation this time. She knew what she wanted, and I knew. I only had on my shorts, so I slid them off and lay back. She took off her robe, climbed on, and right away went down on me.
"This time I wanted to do more than I had the first time. I reached out and took her tits in my hands, feeling my fingers sink into their softness. Wow, my mother's got great boobs. She groaned and I knew she dug that. While her lips were sucking away on my dick, I was squeezing her flesh, holding each tit and rubbing my thumbs across the nipples, making them into hard little lumps that stuck out, dark and enticing. I wanted to suck them.
"I wanted to close my lips around them and lick like crazy. I pushed her up off my cock, and swung around so I could kiss her shoulders her neck, and then down to those boobs. Her hand went down and went on playing with my dick. She moaned even more, and then her one hand went round the back of my neck and I felt her pushing me down, down across her stomach and into that sweet-smelling, musky pit between her legs. I'd eaten pussy before, and I liked it. She smelled so clean, so fresh, that there was no hesitation. I pushed my fingers into her twat and pulled her cunt lips open, exposing that cavern of dark, dripping flesh there. My mouth went forward and my tongue came out, touching her clitoris. Wow, what a big one she has! I licked it, and she wriggled and cried out. 'Suck me, suck me good, baby,' she said, and I pushed even deeper, sucking all around, my tongue going wild inside her. She twisted her body so she was lying next to me, sixty-nine position. Her mouth nuzzled my crotch, her tongue licking every inch of skin, down from the bottom of my rod, up to the end, down again to my balls, taking them in her mouth. I felt her tongue roll my balls around inside her mouth, while her hand pulled the skin up and down the shaft, her fingers squeezing the end of it. All the time, I was buried in her snatch, sucking on her, while my hands strayed over her body, touching every inch, every crevice, every smooth part of her that felt so good.
"I was beginning to realize how great she was. She knew all the tricks of sucking a guy and making him feel the utmost in pleasure. She licked my balls and then slowly let them slide out of her mouth, till they fell back, then she slid her tongue up my shaft, slowly, all the way up, while her hand pulled my skin down. In my mind I could picture her tongue sliding up to that real sensitive spot under the head, flicking across it, sending chills through me. Then she worked around the head, faster and faster, with her tongue, and then closed her lips on it, taking it all inside her mouth, letting it jam in all the way back to her throat and ram against her insides. Her throat contracted around the head and then she pulled it out again, lifting her head. Down the shaft once more, over my balls, and this time she pushed between my legs, down under my balls, and toward my ass-hole. I knew then what she wanted, and I was thankful I'd had a bath. My anus was clean as a whistle, and she was gonna blow it. Deep between my buttocks she pushed. I lifted myself up a little and rolled on my side. I felt her hands part my cheeks and her mouth come forward, her tongue extended, searching for my anus. Zap! I felt it touch and probe. The whore in the Quarter had french-kissed my ass-hole one night and it was groovy. Now mother was doing the same thing, her tongue pushing in and out, sucking, licking my flesh while, all the time, her hand was rubbing my cock.
"I was really floating by now. The smell of her cunt was in my nostrils, and the taste on my tongue, that salty sweetness which the whore had told me was just like the taste of come. I wouldn't know. I've had a few queens blow me, but I've never done it to a guy. Wouldn't want to. Hell, as long as there's pussy around, I'm not going the other route, even if I feel like it. I could feel her juices flowing out of her insides, and I knew she was getting hotter'n ever. I wondered if she was going to pop her cookies. I knew a broad can come just from being sucked, without having a cock up there. Her hips were twisting, and her whole body was shaking. My own body was steaming with sweat, pouring down my sides, and mother's was, too. I could see the drops rubbing out from under her tits and down her sides. Between her legs, too, sweat mingled with her cunt juices, and I was licking it all, taking in that taste that was making me hornier than ever. I knew I was going to come pretty fast at that rate. Her hand was doing the best job ever on my rod, and her tongue up my ass was only adding to the sensations that were lifting me off the bed and taking me into another world. I wondered if dad had ever felt this good.
"Then I felt mother's mouth move away from my ass, and her hand came there, her finger pushing into my anus, probing around, touching my rod inside my body. I almost went through the ceiling then. I felt my prick flex and it felt like it got so thick it would burst out of itself. Mother must've known I was almost there, because I felt her mouth close over the end of my cock and start sucking like mad, faster and firmer than ever before. That did it. From deep inside me, the quivering sensation began. I felt my seed start to travel up, and with a massive thrust I pushed my cock forward just as I felt myself erupt into her mouth. Deep into her throat I jammed my meat as it spurted and shot out load after load of my come while her finger massaged inside my ass, rubbing my prostate and making that orgasm just about the greatest I'd ever experienced. She made little grunts and groans and her legs slapped around my head and I felt her quiver and her cunt felt like it flooded as she must've come at the same time. We rocked together on the bed till the last drop had been sucked out of my cock by her hungry lips and tongue, rubbing down the length, down the cord, draining it dry. I started going soft, and slowly my rod slipped out. She grabbed it right away and began fondling it. I raised up from her and we stared at each other.
" That was even better than the last time,' she said. 'Now I want you to go again, and this time fuck me, baby, fuck me where it really counts.'
"Just looking at her body was enough to make me start getting hard again, but I knew it would take a while.
"We lay together, while she fondled my dick, rubbing it firmly but slowly up and down. She held the bottom part of the shaft with the head sticking out from her fist, and licked across the top, pushing her tongue into the cockslit and round the top. Even soft, it felt like a million bucks. I touched her tits and played with them. I loved the feel of them, the way they sort of pointed up at the ends, like those nipples were lifting themselves to my mouth. I held them and squeezed that soft flesh, so soft I couldn't believe it, with the nub of the nipple at the end making an exciting little lump for my thumb to rub over, making her quiver and tremble with desire again. I don't think anything really had to make mother hot. She was that way all the time. She wanted to go, go, go every minute we were together. She couldn't wait for my cock to get hard again after the first time. She really gave me a working over, with her hands and her mouth, trying to coax my rod up once more. I was pretty hot myself anyway, so it didn't take long, especially as this time I knew she wanted me to fuck her, and the thought of driving my prick up into that beautiful soft hole between her legs just excited me all the faster. Gradually I responded, my shaft lifting itself to its full height once more with her fingers manipulating it firmly.
"She lay and looked closely at it as it rose. She said she liked all that skin around my dick, and the veins at one side. She ran her fingers up and down, touching, feeling, giving me a deep-rooted thrill each time. By the time I had a full hard once more, I was shaking and ready for action, anxious to climb on and ram my sex deep into her. She crawled up close to me and started kissing me. Her mouth was very soft, but hungry and yearning for as much as I could do with it, licking her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and letting the tip play over hers while she ground her hips up against my body, rubbing my cock between us. I could feel her breasts rolling against my chest, touching my own nipples and exciting them.
"She broke away and stared at me, stroking my hair and smiling. "You're very handsome, you know?' she whispered. 'And you've got a body that won't quit. Oh, Phil, fuck me, fuck me good.' She raised her ass up and my cock sprang up stiff in the air. She maneuvered her crotch on top of it, and I felt the head push into her bush, penetrate, and then her cunt lips grabbed my head and I felt that hot, warm wetness enclose my shaft. Slowly she lowered her body and my dick slid all the way in, deep inside that groovy body of hers, and as each inch slipped in, I felt her snatch grabbing, tight and smooth around me, sending flashes of fire through my groin.
"She kissed me again, fast and violently, and began grinding her hips against me, lifting up and down and making little groans of pleasure that told me she was feeling as good as I was, which was pretty damn good right then. Mother may have done a good blow job, but she fucked even better; her pussy felt tight, hot, grabbing my dick up and down so fast it felt like a machine. Wow, what action! I lay there, while she did all the work, enclosing my shaft between her legs, up and down, in and out, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"I guess she either got tired, or she wanted more of me in her, but she lifted off and rolled over on her back, pulling me on top. I didn't need any instructions then. I guided my dick back into that warm, dripping cunt and her legs wrapped themselves around my waist, locking us together while I began humping her, driving my rod deep into her. With each thrust, I felt my balls pound against her ass, and she grunted as I hit bottom. I lowered my lips to her tits and began sucking, biting, closing my teeth around her hard nipples, first one, then the other, and every time I nibbled, her cunt seemed to jump at my cock, gripping it tighter and making me tremble and quiver with sensations.
'She was gasping and her mouth was crying out, making little noises, and then she cried out, 'FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, RAM IT IN!' It was a rough, common voice that came out of her, and it excited me even more, reminding me of one of the whores in the Quarter I'd fucked once, who cussed all the time, using words I'd never heard before, until she came.
"My fingers gripped her soft flesh and hung on even tighter as my hips pushed forward, driving my lance faster and faster, cleaving her cavern to gain the ultimate enjoyment.
"I could feel her own approaching orgasm, with the smooth tightness of her cunt caressing every inch of my penis with growing firmness, as though her folds of flesh inside were trying to squeeze every possible bit of sensation out of my rod. As I rammed it all the way in, I could feel my cock being massaged, the head tingling, the length prickling from the way her snatch was working it, the innermost parts of her cunt making my broad flat head quiver with excitement. My balls slapped loudly against her ass as I hit deep, and their swinging and touching her only added to my mounting passion. I wanted this to be the greatest coming I'd had so far, better than anything ever before with anyone. I put everything I had into it, every inch of me driving into her twat, and she was responding, her body twisting and shaking, her in-sides wrapping around my cock with a violence that blew my mind completely.
"I suddenly remembered how much extra sensation there had been with her finger up my ass, so I said to her, 'Put your finger in me.' She didn't answer me, but I felt her hand slide around, down to my buttocks and between the cheeks. A moment later, her finger touched my ass-hole, felt it, and pushed. There was a sudden stab as she entered me, and then I felt it moving around, touching every side, rubbing me up and down, sideways, every way, her finger sliding in and out of my ass-hole as my cock slid in and out of her twat. My whole groin seemed on fire, with ecstasy flooding that whole area, from my ass-hole where her finger was doing its job, to my crotch where my rod, staffer than it had ever been before, was ramming its length into her oozing, sticky, wonderful cunt "She must've known how good it felt with her finger up my ass, because I felt her fumble around and then I almost shot off as she pushed two fingers up my ass. Hell, I was so relaxed back there from her massaging, she could probably have gotten her whole hand in me. I saw that done once, in the whorehouse. A guy shoved his whole hand up this broad while he was fucking her. She screamed, and I thought her ass-hole would rip open, but it didn't and she said afterwards she loved that. Now I knew what she meant. I had two fingers up my ass-hole and it felt like the greatest thing that had ever happened. Mother knew where to rub, too, against that long, hard shaft inside where my penis was before coming out to the outside. Her probing only added to the sensations that flooded by prick and balls. My whole groin throbbed with pleasure.
"I put my lips to her breasts and started biting her nipples again, closing my teeth around those firm, hard little heads and sliding my tongue over her flesh. She arched her back to push them nearer my face, and this seemed to make my cock penetrate her deeper. 'More, more,' she gasped, like she wanted another eight inches inside as well as those I was giving her.
"Her twat was stretched wide as possible, allowing me to fuck her as deep as I could. I felt her juices running out of her crack, adding to the sweat that greased our skins. She was panting heavily, and my own breath was coming in deep gasps. I'd never felt anything like this before, not in all the fucking, sucking, and everything I'd done up till then. I knew we couldn't last much longer. The thrills that touched every nerve were too much. As my cock jammed home, and hit bottom for the hundredth time (it seemed), I felt that familiar surge deep inside. Even before my seed started its journey from my balls to her cunt, she screamed out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming,' and that did it. Up through my shaft, plunging deep into her quivering flesh, my seed shot out, load after load, spurting out so hard I thought my ass would blow off. We thrashed together, the bed rocking like crazy, and then finally we lay still, savoring our bodies and that great feeling after you've popped your nuts. Inside her, I felt her cunt twitch around my prick as it slowly got soft and started sliding out of her. She tried to grip it, to stop it, but it was no use. After a few seconds, it popped out, and we lay back, exhausted. There was no need to say anything. We both knew it had been good. For me it was the best fuck I'd ever had. After a few minutes, she rolled over and took my limp dick in her mouth. She didn't try to suck it. She just let it lie there, enclosed in her warm mouth.
"I looked down at her and laughed. 'You sure like to suck cock, don't you? I said, kiddingly. She lifted off me, and nodded. 'Nothing better than a big dick in your mouth, hard or soft,' she said, and closed her mouth around it again.
"Mother and I went to bed quite a lot after that. We did everything. I fucked her in the ass, and we rimmed each other, sucked, fucked, you name it, we did it. But then I began going out more often, seeing my girl, and I guess she got up tight about that. She said once or twice that she thought I was catting around too much, but I knew she only wanted me to stay home more so we could fuck. Hell, I wasn't hard up for sex. My girl was putting out, and besides, I had plenty of other chicks around.
"Anyway, one night mother came into my room, and we'd finished sex and she started this big argument. We were talking real loud and didn't hear dad come in. He must've heard what we said, and that's when the shit hit the fan. I thought he'd throw me out, or beat me up, or something. Anyway, after he calmed down, he had a real groovy talk with me. He blamed mother, and I couldn't deny that. Hell, I'd have never thought of screwing her if she hadn't started it. And once we'd done it, the second time was easy and every time after that even easier. I don't feel bad about what's happened. Dad does, but honest, it makes no difference. Hell, in bed it really doesn't matter what's around your cock as long as it feels good. I think mother's the one who needs straightening out.
"Now that dad's staying home nights, she's probably getting all she wants from him. I hope so. If they were grooving together before, no wonder she kissed it. She's a hell of a lay, and I can understand why she should start her drinking and all that if she wasn't getting any. Anyway, I plan to move away from home soon. I'd rather have my own place now. My girl wants to move in with me and I couldn't do that living at home."
The psychiatrist listened to Phil's complete story and found that the young man had suffered no trauma over his sex experiences with his mother. Normally a very active man, virile and sexual almost to an extreme, Phil was concerned more with maintaining his sexual needs than worrying about where they came from. His background, encompassing such a variety of experiences, showed his complete disregard for his partner. He had visited many prostitutes in the French Quarter. He had indulged in fellatio with homosexuals. He had participated in orgies with men and women, and his track record at school included many girls who meant nothing more to him than a body from which he could receive his gratification. He was quite aware of this, and was in no way ashamed. To him, his body was a means to achieving the highest enjoyment, both from an admiration standpoint, giving him mental satisfaction, and from a sexual, giving him bodily release.
Of special significance, however, was the young man's reference to the memory of is father having intercourse with his mother. Phil stated several times that he had always wanted to be like his father, to have as big a sex organ and as virile an ability to satisfy himself in sex. His daily masturbation and frequent sex experimenting pointed to a preoccupation with sex, which is not unusual at that early age. However, the father-admiration syndrome possibly paved the way to Phil's acceptance of his mother's advances.
His father's neglect of his mother was a prime causal factor in her frustration which led to her drinking and ultimately to her extreme action in approaching her own son.
Phil's own decision to move away from home proved to be the ideal solution to any possible conflict within the family in the future. With him away from home, Elaine was removed from possible temptation, and, as it turned out, with John staying home and giving her husbandly attention, she soon adjusted back to her former state of connubial satisfaction. She tapered off on her drinking, and her and John's marital situation straightened out.
John never quite forgot the episode. Subconsciously he blamed himself for Elaine's actions and, after talking with the psychiatrist, felt he might also have been responsible for Phil's sexual preoccupation, though being more than sexually prone himself, John took it as not being an unhealthy indication. He felt a man is better off oversexed than feeling guilt-ridden and awkward. John felt a glow of pride in his son's sexual prowess, and even though the affair with Elaine rankled in John's mind, it faded ultimately beneath the renewed happiness that they found together, without Phil being in the house as a reminder of what had happened. Alone again with her husband, who now stayed home nights, Elaine slipped comfortably into a pattern of marital satisfaction that included all phases of activity, both social and personal.
TWO LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER
"I didn't see anything wrong in doing that. I'd done it to lots of other guys, so why not? I knew daddy had a big dick and that's what I like. I really dig that, getting a piece of meat I can really chew on, and when he came into the room and saw what Merle and I were doin', he got real hot. I could see his prick sticking out under his pajamas. I mean, it wasn't a full hard or anything like that, but it was big enough to push out and show me that he had something worth having, and right when I wanted it. That's why I told him I'd do him. Merle had never seen a guy get blown and she wanted to watch. So she sat back on the end of the bed while daddy lay back and I went to work. I think if I hadn't grabbed him and started feeling him up, he might've just forgot the whole thing about me and Merle. He told me later he knew girls messed around with each other, but he didn't think we sucked on cunt. I told him that was bet-ter'n finger-fucking, and Merle wanted to find out. I think Merle digs it. Maybe she's a dike, I dunno.
But she sure-likes it, I know, and she can make me feel real good with that tongue of hers, just like I started making dad feel good once I had his dick out and started licking it.
"I'd seen a few good-size dicks before. My one boyfriend has a real groovy piece of cock. Long, thin, and lots of skin. I like that. Daddy has a long one, but it's thick and that skin of his comes way over the end. I know when I pulled it out of his pajamas, Merle said how come it was so dark. It was, real dark like it had been tanned or something, and it was smooth as all get-out, none of those thick veins some guys have. I thought it was the prettiest one I'd ever seen, and I closed my fist around it and started rubbing it up and down. It was half hard and in no time it stood up, ready for action. I put my head down and pulled the skin back with my teeth. I felt that beautiful wide cock-head, smooth and slippery, in my mouth, and ran my tongue across the end of it.
"I got a real charge then. He had a big slit, real wide, and the end of my tongue could almost go in. I know each time I rubbed my tongue across it, he jumped and moaned, like it was the best thing he'd ever felt. His hands came down over my head and pushed, and my head went down and that big thing pushed all the way into my mouth and banged against the back of my throat. I closed my fingers around his balls and started playing with them. He had big round balls with all that flesh covered with thick black hairs. I let my nails scrape through them while I lifted my head up and down, sucking on his shaft. He leaned back more into the pillows and lifted his hips, driving his cock into me while I played with his crotch. It was the grooviest blow job I could remember, and I'd given quite a few by then, let me tell you.
"Up and down I went, real slow, but stayed around the top. This one guy had told me about that place right under the head where it feels best. I skinned him back and ran my tongue back and forth under that wide cock-head, and I could tell it was doing the job. Daddy moaned and twisted even more, and his hips moved faster as he started really fucking my face, driving that rod in and out while my hands pulled and played with his balls. He has great balls: a real handful, and I love to hold them while I suck cock. It makes it all the better for me, and I know it makes it better for the guy. Especially someone like dad, with all that foreskin. When I drag on his balls, it makes the skin stay back down off the head and I can run my tongue around it, smooth and stiff and ready to pop any minute. Daddy has such a groovy cock, really, especially the head. It's wide and flat and fits just right into my mouth and doesn't make me gag when it slips down into my throat
"I was really having a ball, kneeling there between his legs and up again, right under his balls, feeling every bit of him, and smelling that rough manly odor between his legs. I was really turned on, and, as I knelt there, I rubbed my own legs together, making my cunt twitch and quiver and give me all the more sensation from it all.
"Suddenly daddy started moaning real hard, and I knew I was getting to him. I felt his cock flex, thicken and get even stiffer, like it was gonna burst out of its skin. His hand came down to my hand and pushed it between his legs. 'Play with my ass,' he said, and I knew then what he wanted. One of my boyfriends told me he can't come unless he has a finger up his ass. I pushed forward toward daddy's ass, felt his anus, tight and twitching there, and my finger pushed against it. He groaned again and I felt his cock stiffen and jerk. I pushed again and my finger slid in all the way and I started rubbing around in there, feeling his hardness inside his body. Daddy really went wild then, moving and humping like crazy.
"His body was streaming with sweat and the bed was rocking from all the action. I could feel my own twat oozing with my juices and I was so excited it felt like I was gonna come, too, and I knew daddy was almost there. That rod of his was pounding in and out of my mouth, and my tongue flicked back and forth across the head as it slid in and out. My finger was feeling inside his ass, and my other hand was pulling on his balls real hard. He gave a big moan and then rammed his rod into me all the way. It hit the back of my throat and then I felt it shudder and burst, as he shot loads of come into me. My finger up his ass felt his shaft flex and jerk and all that stuff was pouring into my mouth. I tasted that salty flavor and I really went out of my mind. Nothing turns me on more than the taste of come. On and on he shot, moaning and throbbing until he collapsed back, and I felt his prick start to go soft. I kept it in my mouth, sucking it and running my tongue up the cord, draining every drop of jism out of him. Something must've happened inside me, too, because I felt my body tingle all over and my cunt seemed all sticky, wet and extra warm. I guess I must've come, too. It was a great moment, and I loved it. I know daddy did, because after his cock got soft and slipped out of my mouth, he patted me and said how wonderful it was and how good I did him. Hell, I knew that. Every guy I'd ever sucked off told me that, but it was nice to hear it again.
I sat up and stared at him. He bent forward and kissed me. I turned and saw Merle sitting on the end of the bed. She had her finger in her twat; she'd been playing with herself while she watched. She laughed and said it looked groovy, and maybe she could do it next time. I told her she could do me, while I did daddy. That's more my style, and besides, I think Merle digs pussy more than cock. Me, I'll take a stiff dick over anything else, anytime. I sure like to suck a guy off. It's better than fucking."
Sam W-came from a poor family in Tennessee, and at an early age began experimenting with sex. His curiosity led him into many situations, ranging from intercourse with animals at the age of thirteen, to regular liaisons with various farm girls. When Sam was seventeen, he began going with Martha, who was already well indoctrinated into sex. Following six months of steady dating, Martha became pregnant and she and Sam got married. Their first daughter, Sally, was born shortly afterwards, and two years later, a second girl, Merle, arrived.
Sam had always been mechanically inclined, and got himself a good job at a local garage as a mechanic. When the children were of school age, they all moved to Pensacola, Florida, where an old friend of the family ran a Chevrolet dealership. Sam was installed as a mechanic and proved himself a good worker, most knowledgeable in his craft. Martha worked occasionally as a waitress to supplement their income, as well as to give herself an added interest. With the girls growing up and busy with school, Martha found time hanging heavy, and she enjoyed the contact with the public.
Sam's relationship with his wife had always been good, but Martha had never been able to fully satisfy him sexually. Their teenage fling had settled down to a routine by the time the girls were approaching puberty, and Sam occasionally indulged in extramarital affairs.
Sam's infidelity was prompted more by his wife's aversion to oral intercourse than to anything else. Martha had always enjoyed being taken bodily by her husband, but her background and instincts limited her lovemaking to vaginal intercourse. Anything more was repugnant to her. She had been under the impression for many years that any woman who did more was lewd and immoral. Martha's brainwashing at Sunday school had given her this mental block, and Sam's greatest joy was to be fellated by a woman.
When he started going with Martha, he had tried to get her to go down on him, but she had refused. Sam's extramarital activity, therefore, was primarily oral in nature. He had been fellated at the age of ten by his older sister, and, in his mind, nothing had surpassed that sensation, despite his enjoyment of other forms of intercourse.
Although the issue of oralism was never pressed by Sam, it did form the basis of a growing aloofness between them. Sam discussed it on several occasions, trying to make Martha see that within the marriage covenant, any form of sexual enjoyment was not only right and proper, but essential to cement the growing relationship over the years. Despite her ability to rationalize, Martha relied too heavily upon her religious dogma to placate her conscience. She refused to be convinced that oralism constituted anything but depravity, something that only whores and sinners indulged in. She also felt Sam showed disrespect for her position as his wife, and her pride was hurt that he would even try to insist.
For the researcher, Martha, provides an excellent example of what Weiss speaks of in his treatise "Some Aspects of Sex in Neuroses," wherein he states:
Whatever enters the atmosphere of the pride system becomes frozen into an absolute. After Kinsey had described some statistical norms of sexual behavior, many patients absolutized these norms, making them absolute "shoulds." The result was not greater fulfillment, but increased hostility against the self and against the partner.
Martha's principles, inflexible as they were, resulted in antagonism toward Sam. Their sex life did not stop, but was confined solely to vaginal intercourse, despite Sam's strong yearnings toward oralism, which he satisfied outside his marriage bed.
The daughters, Sally and Merle, were not ignorant of their parents' difficulties. Several arguments filtered through the bedroom walls into the eager ears of the girls, whose growing sexuality was titillated by occasional references by their father to "sucking" and "eating me." When Sally went into puberty, she became an object of intense interest to Merle, who eagerly anticipated her own maturity. The girls used to indulge in mutual masturbation, manipulating each other's genitals with their hands, then graduating one night to oral stimulation, which Merle particularly enjoyed.
One night, by accident, Sam entered the girls' bedroom to find them naked, and their heads buried in each other's crotches. He chastised them, and returned to his room, painfully aware of feeling erotically aroused by what he had seen. As he lay next to Martha, his mind was filled with the scene, and he found himself desiring relations with the girls. He could picture himself lying back, being fellated by them and enjoying cunnilingus with each one. He became so aroused, he grabbed Martha and had intercourse with her very violently. She cooperated, but unwillingly. She rebelled against it.
The next day, Sam had a talk with Sally and Merle, but the outcome was not very satisfactory. He tried to give them paternal advice on the subject of sex, but his own background limited his ability to communicate. To complicate matters further, his mind was still burning under the memory of seeing them naked the night before.
Several nights later, Martha was away sitting with a sick friend. Sam was alone in the house with the two girls. Shortly after he went to bed, he heard noises. Going into the next room, he found his two girls again indulging in mutual cunnilingus. The sight, combined with his previous fantasies, proved too much for his own sexual desires. When Sally brazenly offered to fellate him, he found himself powerless to resist. He reclined on the bed and she brought him to orgasm while Merle watched.
Over the ensuing months, there were several more episodes where Sam engaged in sex with his daughters. Sally had been going with a boy and became pregnant. She went to Martha and told her the story. Martha was horrified, but within her heart, she remembered that she herself had married Sam after she had become pregnant by him. She blamed herself for what had happened, reverting to her religious beliefs, saying that the sins of the parents had visited upon the children.
Martha took Sally and Merle to the pastor at her church, hoping that his influence would help straighten out her girls. Sally, who had developed into a very blunt and practical girl, confessed not only to many sexual experiences, but also to fellating her father. Both Martha and the minister were shocked to the extreme and confronted Sam with the accusation, which he denied. However, Merle's corroboration of Sally's story was something Sam could not deny. Martha's revulsion toward her husband was primarily based on her own attitudes toward oralism and on her religious beliefs. The pastor was a more practical man. He advised Sam to consult a psychiatrist in order to adjust better to his desires. He also stressed to Martha that rejection of her husband was not in keeping with her religious tenets of forgiveness. She agreed that if Sam saw the psychiatrist, she would remain with him and try to rebuild their marriage.
Sam began a series of visits, during which he related his background and feelings regarding sex and oralism in particular. After the first few visits, the psychiatrist realized that Sam's fall from grace with his daughter was not the result so much of his own leanings, but of Sally's aggressiveness and wanton sexuality. He recommended that Sally be brought in. It was not so much Sam who needed help, but his older daughter. Sam's desires were not abnormal; they were merely frustrated. This did not excuse his behavior with his girls, but the fact remained that it was Sally, and not Sam, who had started their relationship; without her, Sam would never have indulged. Sally was not enthused with the idea of psychotherapy, but under her parents' insistence, she began visiting the psychiatrist, telling him in great detail of her initial experiences which led her into such a freewheeling attitude toward sex.
"You wanna knew when I first started? It's been a while. I guess I was about eleven or so. I knew this guy at school, see? He was a few years older'n me, and he often used to come and talk to me during the lunch break. We'd sit under some trees, and one day he said he'd sure like to go with me. I asked him what he meant, and he said I knew. I really didn't, except perhaps that he wanted to screw me. I knew about that already from what happened at home. I'd seen my daddy naked in the bathroom a coupla times, and we'd had some sex instruction in class, so I knew that a guy pushed that thing into your twat and it felt good and you made babies that way. But I figured I didn't want any babies. I can't stand 'em, anyway. They're always crying, wetting, and shitting all over the place. But the idea of having a little fun was something else again.
"I told him he could walk home with me one afternoon. Dad was working, and ma was out somewhere. Merle was playing next door, and so this guy and I were alone. He sat next to me on the couch and put his arm around me, pulling me close to him and trying to kiss me. I remember I pushed him away. I wanted to kiss him, but I guess I played hard to get. Don't ask me why, I was aching to have him hold me close, and I wanted to feel his dick, as I'd never felt one hard before, and I knew his was getting hard. I could see it through his pants.
"Anyway, he finally kissed me, and when his mouth went over mine, I felt his tongue stick out and lick my lips. It felt all funny and I pulled away and laughed. Then he put one hand up on my blouse and squeezed my tit. I had pretty big tits for my age even then, and I knew if you rubbed them, the nipples stood up and it felt good. So I let him rub my tits for a while. He put his hand inside my blouse and when his fingers touched my bare skin, I trembled all over. It was the first time anyone had done that, and it felt good. I undid my blouse and when his fingers touched my bare skin, I trembled all over. It was the first time anyone had done that, and it felt good. I undid my blouse and let my tits stand out. He put his mouth over them, one at a time, and licked them, all over, especially the nipples, which were hard by this time. All through my body I felt this funny tingling sensation and my twat was beginning to ooze juices and get warm. My cunt lips seemed to get bigger and I wanted to play with myself down there, but I figured that's what he was goin' to do, so I waited.
"Sure nuf, after a few minutes, he slid one hand up my leg and touched my panties, slipping his fingers underneath and feeling my cunt. I really started trembling then. His cock was pushing against his pants like a big ol' pole, and he took my hand and put it on his crotch. I felt it, hard as can be, and squeezed it. Take it out,' he said, and I undid his zipper and that thing popped out into view. Compared with some of the cocks I've had since, it wasn't much, but to me, it was the biggest thing I'd ever seen, especially hard like that. He wasn't circumcised, and had all that silky white flesh around the shaft, and just the tip of the head pushing through the end, real red and sexy-looking. I wanted to see more, and I grabbed it and pulled the skin back. There was his head, big and round and red and shiny, with stuff coming out of the slit. I didn't know what it meant back then, but it looked interesting. I rubbed the lube all over and massaged it, and he moaned and said I'd better watch out or he'd shoot in my hand. I let it go, and he laughed and said not to do that, just to take it easy, not squeeze so hard. He showed me how to hold it and rub the skin up and down gently so it felt good but didn't make him want to pop his nuts. I went on jacking him while his hand was fingering my cunt. He had a finger in, and was rubbing inside. It felt so good, sending chills through me. We sat there, playing like that, and every now and then, he'd kiss me and push his tongue into my mouth. I liked that, and we touched tongues and got all hot 'n' sexy and I knew it couldn't go on much longer without something happening. I mean, I didn't know what would happen, but I knew something was gonna. He told me next to lick his cock. I told him that wasn't nice. I'd heard mother say that once to dad in the bedroom. He laughed and said how could I tell if I'd never tried it. That sorta made sense to me, so I carefully put my head down and kissed the end of his prick. I noticed how it jumped and jerked as my lips touched its glistening, shiny head.
"It tasted kinda salty, but it had that other taste to it, too. I learned after a while it was just the taste that a guy's cock has, and it sure turned me on. I closed my lips around the head and let my tongue play across it, and I knew he liked that from the way he started humping his hips and trying to push it in deeper. I went down some more and took it all inside my mouth. My teeth gripped his skin and slid it back, and then I started licking like it was goin' out of style. I really caught on fast. It tasted good and made me feel good and funny inside, too. I didn't know why, I just knew I liked it, and he obviously did, too. He was so caught up in it that he must've forgot about me, 'cos his hand came out of my pussy and both his hands were on the back of my head, holding me down and pushing me up, down, makin' sure all his cock was being sucked. I tightened my lips around his shaft, and sucked and licked and then it started jerking and felt like it got thicker; then he gave a loud cry, and I felt this stuff shoot out of the end and into my mouth. At the same time, he lifted his hips and jammed it way back into my throat. I almost gagged, but I stayed with it. He didn't shoot much, but enough for me to taste it before I swallowed, and that taste really drove me wild. I went on sucking it, but he lifted my head off. He said after he shot it was real tender.
"I didn't want to. I'd had my first cock and I wanted more. I watched it as it slowly got soft and lay there, so small and funny looking after the hard, wonderful thing that I'd been sucking on. I picked it up in my fingers and squeezed it. A drop of come oozed out of the end, so I bent down and licked it off. It didn't seem to hurt him, so I closed my lips around it again and really began sucking. That's when he lifted me off and told me to quit. 'You can do it later,' he said, 'Right now it wants to rest' I thought that real funny and I laughed. I told him I liked it and thought his cock was very pretty. He laughed then. He said no one had ever told him his prick was pretty. He knew it was a hard, thick one. I asked him if every boy's cock was the same, and he told me no, they were all different. That made me real curious. In my mind, I pictured rows and rows of cocks, all different sizes and shapes, and I was going down the line, feeling, sucking, licking, and playing with them all. I wanted to find another cock and compare it with the one I'd just finished with. I suddenly became real cock-happy. I asked him if it would get hard again soon, and he said it would but he couldn't wait. He had to get home, and besides, we both suddenly became aware of what had happened, and I got scared. Perhaps Merle would come in, or ma get home. So he got up and left. I went upstairs and took off my panties and looked at myself down there.
"My cunt lips were all swollen and red where his finger had been rubbing me. I pulled myself open and looked inside. My clitoris was still big and hard and I touched it. It felt good, and I started playing with it In my mind I saw my lips around his cock again, and my whole body began shaking. Of course, I was too young to have a climax, but I guess I had the closest thing to it
"That day really started me getting interested in boys. About two weeks later, I got friendly with another boy. He must've been about fourteen, and what attracted me was the big bulge in his pants. I figured that he must have a big cock and I wanted to see it. I asked him if he wanted to walk me home after school. He was a little shy, but he came along. When we got home, mother was there, so we went out into the yard. We had Cokes and some cake, and we sat behind the garage and ate them. I told him I liked him and did he want to be my boyfriend. That really shook him up. He blushed and said he didn't have a girl. I leaned over and kissed him quickly and that must've shown him I meant business. He put his arm around me and pulled me back. We kissed, and I pushed my tongue between his lips. He giggled, and then we tried it again. My hand went down between his legs and I felt that thing of his. It was beginning to get hard and it was much bigger than the first boy I'd had. He took my hand away. He seemed real embarrassed. 'What's the matter?' I asked. 'Can't I play with your dick?' He flushed real red and said he was shy because it was so big, bigger than the other boys' and they used to laugh at him in the locker room. That really made me curious. I told him he shouldn't feel that way, because a girl-likes a big cock. I kissed him again and as we were kissing, I let my hand down to his pants and unzipped him quickly. I put my hand inside and felt his thing there. I grabbed it and pulled it out. My hand almost couldn't get around it, it was so thick, and the head was big, flat and wider than the rest of it. He was circumcised, so the head was there, in full view, and it was beautiful. I couldn't stop myself. I lowered my head and took it in my mouth. I could just close my lips over it, it was so thick. He was shaking like crazy, and I just went on, sucking, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. My hand went down and felt his balls, which were like two little Ping-Pong balls they were so big. At last they felt like it back then. You get the picture, huh? I sucked on him without ever taking my mouth off, and even though we were outside, where someone might have come up the alley and caught us, I didn't care. It was just so wonderful to find a new prick that was so beautiful, I kept on. It must've been too much for him, because he suddenly gasped and his shaft shuddered and then I tasted come, lots of it, loads of it, shooting into my mouth.
"He went on and on like he hadn't shot in ages, and then slowly he started going soft. I kept it in even afterwards, not licking, because I remembered what the other kid had told me about a guy's cock being sensitive after shooting. I just let it lie in my mouth, and slowly it went down and slipped out. He put it back in his pants and zipped himself up. He bent over and kissed me quickly. "That was nice,' he said. 'We must do it again.' I was thrilled. 'When?' I asked. But he got up and started walking away. 'Sometime,' he called out, and then he was gone. I saw him at school the next day, and he grinned at me, real sheepish, and blushed. I guess I must've scared him off, because he didn't talk to me much after that, except one day when he came home with me again and I sucked him off. This time he played with my tits, but he never tried to touch my cunt.
"That really started me off. I thought about cock every day, and in the bath at night I'd play with my cunt and think about all the cock I could suck, and even have pushed into my twat, although I wasn't too interested in that. I liked to feel it in my mouth. It was only after I'd had my first lay that I got to liking it down there.
"I forget how old I was when that happened, maybe fifteen or sixteen. There've been so many guys I forget. But I do remember the first guy who shoved it into me. His name was Ralph, and he was on the football team. Real big, muscular, and with a build that wouldn't quit, including his cock.
"My tits had grown real big by this time. The other girls had been making remarks about me, calling me Marilyn Monroe. They'd say I should go over to Miami and be a movie star. You know they shoot a lot of movies in Miami, and the girls said anyone with big tits can be a movie star. I wasn't very interested, though. The only thing that really interests me is men, and back then there was my football player who, I knew, wanted to fuck me. He'd said so, but we just hadn't got around to it until one day I knew that mother and dad would be away in the afternoon, and Merle had gone to stay at a neighbor's, which left the house open. I told Ralph to stop by after football practice. He asked me what for, and I told him so we could be alone. His eyes really lit up then, and he said he'd skip practice and come early. I told him to come after practice, otherwise people might wonder why he didn't turn up.
"So anyway, he came around five o'clock, which was later than I thought he would. I knew the folks'd be home around six, so I decided I didn't want to waste any time. I knew what I wanted, and the minute he walked in, I let him know it. I grabbed him around the waist and hugged him. I pressed my hips against him and felt that old hard lump between his legs. He bent down and kissed me, real passionate like, and I felt his cock get hard and push out. I took his hand and led him into my room. 'Come on, get undressed,' I said to him. 'We only got about a half hour.'
"He laughed and called me a horny little bitch, but he got undressed. In a few minutes we were both naked, and I lay down on my bed, my legs apart like I knew you were supposed to. He walked over, his big body looking like a picture in those muscle magazines, and his cock sticking out, big, thick, and oozing lube at the end. Oh, what a lovely big dick he had. I took his organ in my hand and played with it as he lay down beside me. He put his hands on my tits and started squeezing them. He bent down and closed his lips over my nipples, going from one to the other, sucking till the ends got hard as nuts. 'Wow, you got great tits,' he said, and then he slid down across my stomach and pushed his mouth into my snatch. That was the first time any guy had gone down on me, and I almost came right then, it felt so good. I could feel his tongue pushing between my cunt lips, searching for my clitoris and licking across it, making it stand up and tingle and send shivers through my whole body. It was the most wonderful sensation I'd ever had. I was so excited I almost let go of his cock, but I hung on. I loved that shaft in my hand, feeling it jerk and throb each time I rubbed it up and down. I scooted around and we lay in a sixty-nine position. My lips closed around his dick and I began sucking him like a big hot lollipop. His mouth was slobbering all over my snatch, licking inside, outside, around my cunt hair, on my legs, everywhere. He was real hot.
"I thought I'd go out of my mind. I wanted that cock right then, buried in my vagina, sliding in and out and making me feel good. I knew this would be the ultimate, the most of everything for me. 'Fuck me, fuck me,' I whispered, and he lifted off my crotch and then his body was slamming on top of me, his chest rubbing across my tits, his hair there exciting my breasts even more, rubbing across the nipples. I felt his prick pushing between my legs, pressing in, searching for my hole. His hands were on my shoulders, and his mouth covered mine, kissing me, his tongue going wild inside my mouth. Then I felt the head of his prick touch my cunt lips and push between them. I lifted my hips and spread my legs wide open and he lunged forward. I felt that thick long shaft slide in and then stop, and a sharp pain dug through me. I didn't think it would hurt. Maybe he was too big, but then I knew that wasn't so. I'd had cocks in my mouth before that were much bigger. He kept on pushing, real hard, and then he stopped and looked at me. 'You cherry?' he asked. I told him he was the first, and he cussed, and said, he'd never have done it if he'd known that. But all the time, my hips were gripping him, and my cunt lips enclosing his rod, making him push and pull, and I told him to keep going, to push in. He said it hurt the end of his dick. I told him to try, to push easy. Well, he was real excited and he went on, even though it must've hurt him a little, too.
"There was a funny tearing feeling inside me, and I cried out, and then he slid in all the way. Once he was in, this wonderful, sensational feeling flooded through me. 'Fuck me, fuck me!' I cried out, and he began, pumping his ass up and down, driving that rod in and out so fast it made my head swim. 'Good pussy, good pussy,' he kept saying, kissing my shoulders, my mouth, my tits, everywhere he could, while he kept that thing of his ramming in and out of me, faster and faster, and my hips were twisting, gripping his shaft as it slid into me, giving me the greatest thrill I'd ever had. 'Lift your legs up,' he said, and I did, but it was hard holding them there, so I wrapped them round his waist and held on, my feet locked behind him, our bodies rocking together, his cock feeling like it was getting bigger and bigger with each jab into my belly. Oh, I felt it way up there, and it felt great sliding in between my cunt lips, past my clitoris, which was throbbing and tingling with all the action. We were both so excited by this time, it couldn't last long. He started moaning and then he cried out, 'I'm there, I'm coming!' and he jammed it in and held it there. I felt it throb and something wet and warm spurted into my cunt and oozed out of my slit and between my legs. At the same time, I thought my insides were breaking apart from the quiver that shook me, and I had my first real big climax with a cock inside me. I cried out and then he lay still, on top of me, and I lowered my legs. We lay still, breathing heavy and deep, and staring at each other. He smiled and kissed me, gentle like; then he got up, his cock pulling out of me with a plop. He stood there, and looked down at it. I stared down at it. I stared down at my crotch and saw the blood there, not much, but enough.
" 'Jeez, I bust a cherry,' he said. 'But it was great.' He handled his prick and it was all red, tender, and swollen. 'You just about wrecked him,' he told me, holding his cock out to me. 'He's sore as a boil right now.'
"I leaned forward and kissed it, licking the end. "There, I'll kiss it better,' I said, but he moved away. "You're a horny bitch all right,' he said, 'Next time it won't be that way. We'll take our time.' That really thrilled me, knowing that he wanted to come back for more. He got dressed, and I did, too, and he left.
"I took the sheet off my bed and put it into the washer before the folks got home. I didn't want them getting any ideas about what I'd done. Actually, I wasn't feeling sore anymore. The first time it went in, it hurt, but as he started pumping me, I felt so good I forgot about the pain. And afterwards, I felt wonderful. I felt I was a real woman at last. I had been fucked by a man. I'd lost my cherry. I made up my bed again and lay down, thinking about what had happened. Although it had been great, I still felt that I preferred sucking a guy off. I mean, I still got my kicks, but without all that huffing and puffing and work. I think it was then I decided that I'd still fuck when I felt like it, but I'd concentrate more on sucking.
"I guess it was the sucking bit that made me get with Merle one night. She was growing up herself, and she was just as curious about things as I was, though I knew she wasn't as experienced. She'd been out with a few guys, but I knew nothing had happened. Merle used to tell me everything. She and I are real close, especially now after we'd been having sex together. I think maybe she'll be a dyke when she grows up. She really digs pussy and doesn't talk too much about cock like I do.
"Anyway, one night Merle came over to my bed and asked me to look at her cunt. It was sore, she said. She spread her legs and I pulled her lips open. It was kinda red, and there was a little scratch there. She told me she'd been sliding down some branches on a tree. I figured she'd got a splinter and that was making it sore. Her little pussy looked so good that I bent down and kissed it for her. She wriggled and laughed and said how good it felt. I tongued her, and that's what started it. We took off all our clothes and lay down together, playing with our cunts. I started sucking on her. She held me, and licked me up and down, pushing her mouth into my snatch, and her hands were all over me, playing with my tits. She always admired my tits, because they were so much larger than hers. She said she hoped she had big tits when she got older. But anyway, she dug messing around, and I enjoyed it myself. I liked putting my mouth to anything between a person's legs, man or woman.
"After that first night, Merle would often come to my bed and we'd suck each other. Although I prefer a man's cock, I'm not against a girl's twat. I guess I'm just a horny broad, like Ralph called me.
"It was one night when Merle and I were together that daddy came in and caught us. He didn't say much that first night, but the next day he talked to us both, and I had to laugh afterwards. He was so embarrassed. I had a feeling, though. There was something about the way he spoke to us, made me feel he wanted to watch, or join in or something. You know how you can sense things. I can. I was also kinda curious about my dad. I remembered seeing him in the bathroom once or twice without his clothes, and he had a nice long cock. It was bigger than any guy I'd been with, and the idea of being with a grown man with a dick as big as that really turned me on. The next few nights I thought a lot about daddy. So when he came in again and caught Merle and me together, I knew mother wouldn't bother us 'cos she was away for the night. I just reached out and touched daddy's cock which was already half hard. I could see it sticking out of his pajamas. Merle giggled and daddy just stood there, looking down at me. 'You shouldn't do that,' he said, but he didn't try to move or anything. 'I like it,' I told him. 'Come and lie down. I want to see more of it.' I pulled him over to the bed, and by this time, I could feel his rod was almost completely hard. And it was big, wow, was it big!
"Merle was at the end of the bed, giggling and with her hand between her legs, playing with her twat. Daddy lay down and spread his legs, and I went down on him. His cock was sticking out from his pajamas, hard and shiny and looking just great. I told him to pull his pajama pants right down, and he did. There was his crotch, all hairy, with that thing sticking out and his big balls beneath. Oh, I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I reached down and started feeling him, pulling his skin down and back up, squeezing the lube out of his slit. He has a real big slit, and I closed my lips over the top and went at it.
"That was the start of it all. like I told you, that first time was the greatest, but then daddy came back again and again, and every time it was better. Merle never did join in. She just liked to watch, and besides, I think daddy thought she was too young anyway. Then that one night he asked me if I'd had it up my snatch yet, and I told him, sure, did he want to fuck me there, too? He said sure he did, so I rolled over and he began licking me all over. He started at my feet, went up each leg, licking the skin until he got to my crotch, then down again. Oh, that tongue of his! He lifted my ass up then, and for the first time I had someone rim me. Jeez, I never dreamed it could be so good. He pulled my ass cheeks open with his hands and his mouth went down, just like he did on my cunt, only this time he sucked my ass-hole.
"He stuck his tongue in and worked it round, pushing it in and his one hand touched my cunt and went inside, feeling my clitoris, and working me up there. My whole body was on fire, from top to bottom, like electric shocks shooting out of every nerve. I was moaning and crying out, 'Fuck me, fuck me!' and that's when he lowered himself on top, and pushed that big dick between my legs all the way into my cunt. He was bigger than Ralph, bigger than any other guy I'd had. I watched as my twat was squeezed open, the lips pushed aside as they grabbed that shaft that was sliding in. I thought I'd split open, he was so big, and so long. As he went in, I felt my whole insides turn over and then he was home, all the way, and his balls were swinging against my ass. 'How's that feel?' he asked, and I told him it was all right, it was great. He started humping me then, slowly, in and out, and we all watched, staring as that rod of his entered me, withdrew slowly, then went back in again, and every time I thought I'd die it felt so good. He really went at it easy, which I like. I hate these studs who ram it in, wham-bang, and it's over. I like something good to last, and daddy's prick that night was the best thing I'd ever dreamed of. Big, thick, long, smooth, and hard as a poker, and it was pushing into me, bringing sensations to the deepest part of my cunt, that part way inside that fingers or tongues can't get to, only a long cock can reach.
"Daddy started moaning and I knew he was getting there, ready to pop his nuts into me, and he knew it, too. He suddenly pulled it all the way out. It hung there between my legs, swaying and glistening in the light. 'I don't want to knock you up,' he said. 'Let me come in your ass.' I'd never had anything that big up my ass before, but I was ready and in the mood to try it I didn't say anything, I was so hot myself, almost there. I just lifted my ass and he rammed forward. I felt the end against my anus, like some big hard lump that was trying to get in, but couldn't. He pulled back and bent down, spat on my anus and then came forward again. I felt the slickness of his spit rubbing around as his head tried to go in. 'Relax,' he said. 'Take it easy.' I tried to, and then I felt the end of it enter. I gasped, 'cos it hurt, but I didn't care. I wanted his prick up my ass so bad right then. 'Push,' I said, and he did, and then, with a sudden rush, it was all in. I knew it was tighter than my pussy, and the extra pressure must've done the trick. He moaned and I felt his shaft flex, thicken, and then tremble as he shot into me, load after load. I cried out, and quickly he put his hand in my cunt, and his fingers started rubbing, tweaking my clitoris and massaging me as far in as he could. I felt my own climax coming, and I pushed up with my hips, trying to open myself more to his fingers which were making me feel so great. Then, with a cry, I felt myself coming, my whole insides twisting and turning, and my juices flowed, spilling down my snatch and dripping out over his hand between my legs. My ass-hole really nipped his prick, which I could tell was going down, getting soft, and slowly sliding out of me. He pulled his hand away and then his cock popped out of me, and he lay back, gasping. 'Oh, that was great, the greatest,' he said, then leaned over and kissed me.
"He lay there for a while and then he went to the bathroom and I heard the shower running. He came back in and sat down on the bed. He talked to me, and to Merle, telling us both to keep this little secret and we'd be able to have lots more fun together, as long as we kept it to ourselves. We promised, and then he went back to his room. Merle lay next to me, talking. She said that she wouldn't tell as long as she got more sex from me in the future. I told her not to be silly, that we'd always do things together, because I liked that as much as she did. I was feeling a little sore myself, especially in my ass. Daddy's cock was real big, and so I went to the bathroom and sat in a hot tub for a while. I felt better and then went to bed and slept real good.
"After that, I started fucking around real good outside the house. I mean, I'd got me several boyfriends who used to come by now and then, and sometimes after school I'd go to their houses. I used to suck them off. Once I did three of them together, all at the same time. One fucked me in the ass, one in front, and one in my mouth. It was wild, a real orgy.
"In between times, Merle and I'd play around before we went to bed. Not every night, only now and then, when we felt like it. Trouble is, I always feel like it. And I like cocksucking the best of all. Daddy came in a few times after that, but there wasn't always the chance. Mother didn't spend too much time away from the house, and he sure as hell wasn't going to run the risk of being caught.
"That's why I was so pissed when I got knocked up. I thought I'd taken all the precautions. I wasn't taking the pill, but I usually had a guy use a rubber or pull out, or I'd take a douche, you know. But I guess I screwed up, because when I missed my period, I knew something was wrong. When I was sure, I went and told mother, and she started questioning me. You know how mother is.
She acts up like a goddamn judge and jury, and anything to do with sex she thinks it so sinful. It's that church she goes to, they're real up tight over that. I knew, because Merle and I used to hear her and daddy arguing in their room. Daddy wanted her to go down on him, and she wouldn't. She said she was no whore, and only whores did that. I knew damn well if mother put out more to daddy, he would probably never have started messing around with me and Merle. I honestly didn't mean to let on about daddy, but it kinda slipped out. Mother was out of her mind. I thought she'd drop in a faint. Daddy denied it, but then Merle told her it was true, and then she really threw a bitch fit. I thought she would shit right there in the middle of the living room. I didn't think it was so bad. Hell, lots of girls I know fuck around a lot more than I do. Even mother did when she was young, because I heard daddy talking to her later, saying that they used to do it, and they had to get married because she was pregnant with me at the time. So she wasn't no pure virgin herself, even though she tries to be so goddamn high and mighty now. I know one thing: when I get married, I'll be able to give my husband everything he needs to stay home, and not go out lookin' for a piece of tail somewhere else. And I still say there's nothin' wrong in finding out, and sucking cock if you want to. I ain't gonna quit now, either, just because of this. My boyfriend says he wants to marry me, so what's wrong? It won't be any different from when mother married my dad. If it was all right when she was my age, then she shouldn't try to tell me I've done wrong."
Despite her extreme experience with sex, Sally possessed a rather practical attitude toward her own condition and her future life. The psychiatrist felt that she would possibly settle down to a satisfactory marriage with her boyfriend. There was, however, the matter of Sam, whose incestuous affair was of greater concern to the psychiatrist.
Sam and Martha attended several sessions, at which the matter was discussed. Sam confessed that as a youth he had many times witnessed his own father having intercourse with his older sister. Living in the country, with the legendary attitudes of the hill people, Sam had grown up in an atmosphere where little thought was given to occasional sex relations with close relatives.
Sam related his early experiences that included mutual masturbation with other boys, as well as intercourse with a sheep and a cow in the barn. All manner of liaisons had given him not only a well-developed sex organ, but a highly flexible outlook toward the matter of satisfying his lusts. To him, his sex urge was strong, basic, and something to be indulged whenever possible. He had no qualms of conscience over his activities, and he said when he started going with Martha he had looked on her as just another girl. When she became pregnant, he agreed to marry her, and slowly his deeper feelings for her developed as they lived together and raised their family.
He admitted that he enjoyed oral intercourse most of all, and that this had been a great stumbling block to his complete acceptance of Martha as his ideal mate, the one to whom he could be faithful and from whom he could receive all the satisfaction he craved.
Martha broke down and said that she had fought her inhibitions, but she could never bring herself to fellate her husband, or any other man for that matter. Her early religious upbringing and her close adherence to her church were the barrier to her letting go completely and indulging her own and Sam's sex desires to the utmost. To her, sex was for procreation of children; if none were forthcoming following intercourse, then it was the Lord's will, and it would still be sinful to do anything with a man that could not result in children.
The psychiatrist asked her whether, apart from her feelings of shame and sin, she had the urge, the carnal desire to fellate a man. He stressed that honesty with herself was the only way to find a solution to her marital situation. Martha finally admitted that she had thought about it, had wondered what it would be like, and had wished to try it, but had never been able to bring herself to complete the act.
She was advised to continue meeting with Sam and the psychiatrist, who realized that the basic problem lay in her, rather than in Sam or the children. Gradually, over a long period of therapy, Martha was able to separate her religious feelings from her sexual desires, and many months later, she was able to fellate Sam for the first time in their relationship. By this time, Sally had married and moved away from home. The episode of Sam's incest with his daughter had faded beneath the concentration of repairing the rift in the marriage. With his wife's overcoming her aversion to oral intercourse, Sam found renewed love and excitement in his marriage. Martha herself experienced a new closeness, a freedom from inhibitions that she found uplifting and rewarding, both in her relationship with Sam and in her outlook toward life in general. She became more secure in her marriage and her life, and Sam's own attitude improved in his acceptance of her.
In Reason and Emotion, John MacMurray states that emotional insecurity is the criterion for the value of sexual relations. Based upon this premise, it can be concluded that the resolving of Sam and Martha's sexual conflict resulted in a more satisfying and lasting union between them.
THREE LITTLE SISTER GROWS UP
"I think it was Johnny who was the first. I mean, they'd all bin sniffing around me ever since I first started wearing the rag. I remember even pa used to make remarks about me bein' old enough for fucking. Ma used to get real mad when he talked like that, but he only did it when he'd bin drinking. Yes, I reckon it was Johnny, who was the oldest of them. I guess he was 'bout fourteen or fifteen when he came to me one day in my room. I'd got home from school and was doin' my homework. No one else was home, and Johnny came into my room with his dick sticking out of his pants, real hard. I didn't look up till he was right next to me, and he said, 'Here, I got something for you.' I looked up from my books and saw this big thing sticking out of his pants. It was the first time I'd seen a guy's prick like that. I'd seen them all soft when we were younger, but seeing it right in front of me, hard and shiny and with that clear stuff oozing out of the end, got me real scared. I told him to get out of my room, but he grabbed me, pushed me down on the bed, and climbed on my stomach. He was bigger and stronger and I didn't have a chance. I was lyin' on my back, with that big red thing inches from my mouth. 'Suck it,' he said. 'It tastes real good.' I kept my mouth closed real tight, and he put his hand forward and started rubbing the end of his cock across my lips. 'Go on, go on,' he said. 'You gotta find out sometime. You may well find out from me. I'm real clean, not like some guys you can go with.' He saw I wasn't gonna do it, so he took one hand and reached behind him, pushing his fingers up my leg until he reached my snatch. I knew by this time how good it felt to play around there; I used to do it myself when I was in the bathtub, or alone in bed at night. When Johnny's fingers pushed between my cunt lips and started tickling me there, my whole body started feelin' good and groovy and I sorta relaxed. 'You suck it,' he said again, 'or I'll fuck you between the legs like I should anyway.' That made me scared, 'cos ma had told me never to let a guy do that or I might have a baby.
"I couldn't keep my mouth jammed shut forever, and the minute I relaxed, he pushed the end of his rod inside. I could taste that salty flavor of that stuff on the end, and his flesh had a funny taste that really turned me on. Much as I was still scared and shaking, I guess I was shaking more from the excitement of what his fingers were doin' to my cunt, feelin' inside, playing around and rubbing that little nub of my clitoris. So when his cock slid into my mouth, and I tasted it for the first time, I sorta started sucking it. Johnny pushed it in further and I felt the head jam into my throat, and he groaned. "That's great,' he said. 'Keep suckin', little sister.' He started moving his hips, pulling that thing in and out of my mouth while my lips held the shaft. He had a lot of skin around it and every time he pulled it back out, the skin'd slip over the end, and I rubbed my tongue across the end, feelin' those folds there, and he'd jump. I figured that made him feel good, but I was still kinda afraid of everything, and didn't think too much about what was happening. I just did it. 'Bite it easy,' he said to me. 'Bite the end.' He held it so the head was just inside my lips, and I closed my teeth around it, grabbing it behind the head and licking across his cock slit. I pushed my tongue up between his head and his skin, rolling it around and feeling it jerk and get real tight like it was ready to burst.
"His hand came down and opened his pants up all the way and he grabbed his balls, pulling them down so his skin was stretched back away from his head. 'Hold it like this,' he said to me.
"I reached around and took his balls in my hand. What a feeling that was! His balls were real big, not much hair on them, and a real handful. I pulled them down. 'Take it easy,' he said, jumping. 'Gentle now.' I eased up and pulled again, watching the skin slide back down his shaft and reveal that big, glistening head in front of me.
It was wide and flat, and fitted real good in my mouth. Lookin' back now, I guess Johnny was big for his age, but what a lovely cock he had. No big veins like some guys have, not too thick. Just white, smooth, and made for suckin'. I can say that now, but back then, it was something scary and even though I was aroused and interested, I couldn't really enjoy it completely 'cos I thought someone might come in and catch us. I dunno. It was also the fact that Johnny had forced himself on me, and I didn't like that. Anyway, I was suckin' his cock and he was grooving on it like crazy, and he did have his fingers in my twat, so I was feelin' pretty groovy myself.
"He told me to suck around the head again, and I did that, clamping my mouth hard around it and letting my teeth hold it in while my tongue went to town. Back and forth it went, and I could feel it slippin' into that slit, which was kinda wide and still oozing that stuff. He was moaning real good and tellin' me how great it felt and how good I was at suckin' cock and all that shit. I guess Johnny's girl didn't do as good as I did. I've bin told ever since then I was a groovy cocksucker. Hell, why not? I've grown to like it.
"But that day was my first time, and even then, I reckon, I did all right from the way Johnny was carry in' on. My bed was rocking like crazy from the action. He was humping himself, fingering my twat, and pulling and pushing his rod so it slid in and out my mouth, faster and faster. Till that day
I didn't know about a guy coming, but I learned. Johnny got to movin' faster and faster. 'Harder, harder,' he kept saying, so I closed my lips over his prick as hard as I could, and rubbed my tongue against his shaft. I even let my teeth close over it now and then. Then it started jerking, and it seemed to get stiffer and thicker, and then I tasted that stuff, loads of it, as he shot into my mouth while he gave a loud cry. 'I'm coming, I'm coming!' he shouted, and rammed it all the way in, over my tongue and as far into my throat as he could. I felt it throbbing there in me, and tasted his come. I gulped and swallowed and then he pulled it out.
" 'Jeez, that was great,' he said. He had taken his hand out of my cunt, and he sat there, staring at me. His cock was hanging from his pants, getting soft. He lifted it up and squeezed it. A drop of come came out the end, so he pushed it forward. 'Last drop,' he said, and I licked it off, 'cos I guessed that's what I was s'posed to do. He climbed off the bed and zipped himself up. 'Wasn't that great?' he asked me, and I nodded, 'cos by then I wasn't scared anymore, I just felt good, and I didn't feel bad about what had happened. Johnny was my brother. No one had caught us and even though I didn't reach an orgasm myself, I had felt pretty good with him fingering my cunt. And there was something about the taste of his come that really turned me on. It still does. I guess that's what makes a good cocksucker, liking it. I know that after that it was easy. The next time with
Johnny was really great, too."
Cynthia W-was a young prostitute picked up by the authorities in Quebec. Only barely out of her teens, she was referred to a psychiatrist for help in rehabilitating her to society.
Born in Bakersfield, California, Cynthia was one of four children, and grew up the only girl among three boys: Sammy, Curt, and John, the oldest, and the one responsible for Cynthia's developing a liking for oral sex at an early age and helping to push her into a life of loose morals and eventual degradation.
Cynthia's parents, both from a working class background, did little to help their daughter's development into a mature, stable adult. Her mother, Ellie, had come from a farming community in Arizona, and had married fairly young, after getting pregnant herself. Her father, Jason, came from the migrant workers who moved up and down the California coastline, following the seasons for work in the fields. From an early age, Jason had discovered the pleasures of sex, and took his enjoyment whenever and however he could. He would probably have ended up with a dozen children had Ellie not suffered complications with Sammy, the youngest, making her unable to bear any more children. To Jason, this was a blessing in disguise, as he could indulge in intercourse with his wife indiscriminately without fear of any more children to support. His meager income was barely enough as it was to keep them fed and clothed.
Being the only girl, Cynthia developed a special bond with her mother, who used to lecture her frequently on the evils of submitting to men. El-lie's own marriage was sufficient example to Cynthia, who had accidentally witnessed her parents having intercourse several times before she reached puberty. She had heard her brothers discussing it with great hilarity, but, remembering her mother's words, Cynthia developed her own private aversions to vaginal intercourse. When she reached puberty, she found the pleasures of masturbation, but until her brother Johnny forced her to fellate him, she was mentally against any form of contact with a man.
Following her first experience, she grew to like oral sex and began indulging with her boyfriends, as well as, occasionally, with her brothers. Having been discovered one night by her father, she was forced to fellate him as well while her mother was asleep.
The knowledge came to Ellie's ears during a drunken argument one night, and Ellie, always with a violent temper, told Cynthia that she was no daughter of hers and threw the girl out.
Cynthia spent the night with a boyfriend, and never returned home. She ran away, hitchhiked to Denver, Chicago, and finally to Quebec, where she found many willing men among the sailors at the port.
Teaming up with another young prostitute, Cynthia embarked on the profession that eventually brought her to the attention of the authorities. Her brazen attitude and careless manner toward her own future brought her to the office of a psychiatrist who finally got her entire story from her. As her story unfolded, it became obvious that the manner of her indoctrination into oral sex had been responsible for her slow descent to her final position. Obviously, the contributing factors to her downfall were her brothers and her father, who weakened her moral fiber. The hypocrisy of her home life was traumatic. Her parents had always stressed that she should be a "good girl," but their meaning was not so much in the area of morality, but in pleasing others. When Cynthia was introduced to oral sex, she realized it was a way to please her brothers, and, at the same time, herself. The glimmerings of neurosis were thereby nurtured into a fully-fledged preoccupation.
Freud has stated that a neurotic patient would have relations not because he wanted them, but because of his desire to please the other party. Freud felt that sexual relations were less determined by an individual's real wishes and feeling than by a drive to satisfy some compulsive needs; in Cynthia's case, it was the need to please the individual she was with at the time, whether it was her brother, her father, or any other man she was having sexual relations with at the moment.
This theory is borne out even more strongly by the generally accepted attitudes among prostitutes toward the sex they give in exchange for money: namely, that their emotional satisfaction comes not from their "customers" but from their lovers, often women. It is true that there is a high percentage of lesbians among prostitutes, but very often a prostitute will have a steady man, who is often her pimp, from whom she enjoys satisfaction. The act may be the same, but the individual and mental reaction is different, which certainly gives stress to the theory that sexual satisfaction is more mental than physical.
This facet became obvious as Cynthia's story unfolded before the psychiatrist, with a slight difference : her admission of her enjoyment of oral sex in preference to vaginal intercourse (even though she indulged in all types) pointed to a neurosis that had started with her first experience.
Her brother Johnny, although forcing himself on her, was a "safe" or acceptable partner. Having overcome her initial fear, Cynthia proceeded with further experimentation with boyfriends. Sex became not an outlet but a preoccupation. By the time Cynthia got into trouble, she had degenerated too far to recover without proper help. She considered her life acceptable. To recognize the fact that she needed help, she was told to recount her life, from the first time of sexual experience with her brother to the present day. In having to face the truth about her existence, she was able to obtain a truer perspective. Although antagonistic at first, she settled down and related her story.
"Well, after that first time with Johnny, the second time came real easy. I mean, I wasn't scared of what to expect. I'd sucked a cock, and it was groovy. I still hadn't had one up my snatch, but I knew that'd be coming sooner or later, and I wasn't afraid. I figured if sucking cock was that easy, and that much fun, the rest'd come natural like. But I really dug the sucking bit. After Johnny left me that first time, I lay there, thinking about what had happened. I could still feel his shaft in my mouth and taste his come as it slid down my throat. The flavor of his flesh lingered. Oh, boy, did it linger. I stuck my fingers back up my crack where his had been, and gave myself a goin' over until I popped my cork. As I did, I pictured his prick in my mouth all over, and it made it really something else again. I went to bed that night wonderin' when I could do it again with him.
"I didn't think then about goin' out with a boyfriend and doin' it. I figured keeping it in the family'd be best, at least then. And just because it was my brother, didn't make it any worse for me, it only made it better. I knew my brothers. They were close to me, and I knew they'd be easier than a stranger, who probably just wanted to fuck and that was all. Johnny was real gentle every time we did it. Having had him, I began wondering what the others were like, whether their cocks were hard and throbbing like his was. I especially wanted to find out about Curt, who was a year younger'n Johnny, but better built. Curt used to play football, and he had a real good build. I'd seen him once in the bathroom naked, and I remember his prick, soft, seemed to be as big as Johnny's was hard, and I figured Curt could probably give me more meat to chew on. He was circumcised, which made him different, too. I remembered that big red head on the end of that flopping thing, and my cunt got all warm and juicy just thinkin' of it. Sammy I didn't think about too much. He was only a year older'n me, and somehow he always seemed the baby of the family. But I sure thought a lot about Curt and Johnny. Next time Johnny came and asked me to do something for him, I asked him about Curt. He laughed and said if I wanted to suck Curt, he could bring him in. So he went and got Curt, and brought him in. The folks were out of the house, and Sammy was playin' over at a neighbor house, so everything was groovy. We could fuck up a storm.
"This time Johnny said we should take off our clothes, it'd be better. So we did. When they stripped down, Johnny was already gettin' hard, but Curt, he was something else. His cock stood out, big, thick, and hard, and it sure was bigger'n Johnny's. I lay back on the bed, and they came over, one on each side, and started playing with my tits. Johnny began sucking on one, Curt on the other. I thought I'd go through the roof. Their hands were playing with my boobs, which were pretty big by then, and their fingers rubbing across the nipples, makin' them hard as marbles, and their tongues licking and sucking away. I reached down and grabbed their cocks, one in each hand.
"I could tell which was which. Johnny had all that skin which made playin' with it real easy, rubbing it up and down the shaft. Curt's was thicker, so thick I could hardly close my fingers around it. I jerked it up and down and felt the sticky stuff coming out the end. I rubbed it across the head with my thumb, and made it all slippery, and then started squeezing it. I kept lookin' at them. Curt's body was more muscular, real broad shoulders and good muscles. I'm a body freak anyway, I dig good bodies the most. Johnny was more skinny, but he did have that beautiful dick which kinda made up for it. Not as big as Curt's, but beautiful. Curt had veins all down the side of his, and it looked like a real pile driver ready to ram home into me. And it wasn't long before he did. They both went on sucking my tits, then slid down over my stomach, and then they were at my crotch.
"I'd never had anyone go down on me before. Johnny put his fingers there and pulled my cunt lips open wide, while Curt put his head down and stared into my crack. He whistled and made some remark, I don't remember, then started pushing his finger in, feeling all those juices that had started flowing the moment they started sucking on my tits.
"Johnny told him to go on and eat me, and Curt bent down and I felt his mouth push through my hair and his tongue lick each side and then push inside deep, rubbing across my clitoris. I spread my legs even more, so's they could push in as far as they could. Curt might not've eaten pussy before, but he sure learned fast. His old tongue was lickin' away like he thought it'd melt before he ate it all. In, out, around, every whichaway, and with each touch of his tongue and his lips, my cunt twitched and I felt it way deep inside. It was better'n any finger-fucking I'd ever given myself, and all the while, I was lookin' at their bodies, their cocks pushing out from between their legs, jumping and jerking like they were ready to shoot off over the bed. Johnny seemed left out of the action, so he crawled up and pushed his cock toward my mouth. I told him to straddle my chest like he did the first time, and he did, lunging forward, burying his prick in my mouth, while Curt continued sucking my snatch. It was the wildest feeling I'd ever had. I almost came right then from excitement.
"I felt Johnny's cock slide into me, tasted that wonderful rod of his once more, and this time there was no hesitation. He didn't even have to tell me what to do. I did it, remembering and doing what came naturally after that. I reached for his balls, and this time, without his pants gettin' in the way, it was more fun. I ran my fingers up his legs and grabbed his sac, real big and heavy with those balls. I ran my nails through his hair, grabbed the folds of flesh, and pulled down. His skin slid back down his long shaft and his red head popped out, slick, smooth, and ready to spurt its load into my mouth. I knew he was ready to go. He'd been trembling for a while, and when my hands touched his balls, I could feel the thickness of his rod goin' inside his body, up to his ass-hole. It stuck out, real hard and throbbing. He pushed it hard and it went down into my throat, and then I heard him moan and he said he was coming. A second later, a stream of hot come shot over my tongue, and more came, and more, till I had a real mouthful. I didn't swallow at first, but kept it, tasting it, lovin' that taste, and then, as his cock started going soft, it pulled back a little and I swallowed it all with a gulp. I bent forward, licking like crazy at that cock, still a little hard, but goin' soft each second. It still felt good soft. Even today, I'll suck on a cock, soft or hard, I don't care. I sure dig havin' a guy's dick in my mouth. It beats just about anything else you can name.
"Anyway, I knew there was a bigger dick close by, and ready for action, so I let Johnny slip out and reached down for Curt, who was still eating my pussy like it was goin' out of style. 'Come on, let me have it,' I said, and he got up and crawled up, only this time I rolled on my side, as Curt, I knew, would be heavier than Johnny, and won't be liable to squash my tits flat. So I rolled to one side and took Curt's ass in my hands and pulled him to me. Oh, I'll never forget my fingers sinking into that firm, muscular ass and then that cock pushing between my lips and into my warm cavern where my tongue was waiting to lick and suck that big, broad red head and coax every bit of pleasure out of it. Curt moaned and started pumping his prick in and out of me. He was quicker'n Johnny had been, like he wanted to fuck quickly. I pulled up and told him to calm down. "There's lots of time,' I told him, but he pushed my head back down on his crotch, and told me to shut up. He knew what he was doing. Johnny laughed and said Curt was ready to pop his nuts. Johnny sat to one side, watching and playing with his cock.
"I felt my fingers pressing into Curt's ass as he drove his cock in and out. I closed my jaws a little and let my teeth catch his head every time, holding it and licking his slit. Wow, what a slit he had, almost big enough to push the end of my tongue into. I rubbed it back and forth and closed my lips real hard on his shaft. It tasted even better'n Johnny's had, and there was more to suck on, that's for sure. He was thick as a goddamn ripe banana and twice as hard. He couldn't slide down as far as Johnny because he was too thick, but every time it banged against my throat, he gave a moan and said how great it felt. I couldn't tell him, but it sure felt good to me, having that massive tool working in and out of me.
"My fingers slid down between his buttocks and I touched his ass-hole. I didn't mean to. He wriggled, and Johnny told me to push a finger up his ass. 'He-likes that,' Johnny said, and I knew then they'd been fucking together before. I pushed my middle finger against his anus, and felt it twitch, relax, and then slide inside, all the way. I began rubbing around inside there. And Curt just about went out of his mind then. His hips pounded quicker'n before, and he was makin' little sounds in his throat, and inside him I could feel the hardness of his rod. I rubbed and massaged him in there, knowing that it was makin' him feel better. Then suddenly he raised up. 'Turn around,' he said, scooting around. Johnny laughed. 'He-likes to sixty-nine,' he said. I'd never heard about that before, but I learned fast. Curt's head went down on my pussy at the same time he pushed his cock back toward my mouth. I took it and put my hands back around his ass and pushed my finger back in. I felt his mouth close over my mound, and his tongue probe inside, touching my clitoris and sending chills through me. Something told me that I was gonna have the best climax ever, and that it'd come soon, like it did.
"Johnny was giggling like crazy, and I felt his hands over my tits again, playing with them as Curt and I were doin' each other. Curt's cock was ramming faster and faster in and out my mouth, and I could feel him slobbering across my slit, mouthing my lips, my hair around my crotch; his tongue was pushing in and out, licking and sucking me. My whole twat seemed to be splitting open, getting bigger; more and more shivers were shooting through me every time Curt's tongue touched my flesh.
"And all the time, I was servicing his cock, licking every inch of that thick log that kept pounding me like it'd never stop. I didn't want it to, either. I was lovin' every minute of it.
"Then I felt my insides start to turn over. Honest. It felt like a truck was drivin' around inside my vagina; my whole body was goin' wild. I began moaning, and I could feel myself contract, and then my whole cunt seemed to flood and every nerve in my body to tingle. Curt must've known what was happening, because he rammed his cock deep into me. I almost gagged, with that big thing deep in my throat; then it seemed to burst and pour its load of hot come into me. On and on he shot, and then, with a moan, he went limp. I kept my mouth around his shaft, licking the end and running my tongue up the cord at the back, draining every last drop of that wonderful white liquid that tasted so good and made me feel like I was floating. It was like I was floating in a sea of come, my own and Curt's. My pussy felt like it was dripping out between my legs, and Curt's tongue was licking every last sweet-salty drop from it. I could feel his tongue goin' up and down, all the way around, almost to my ass-hole. Jeez, even after we'd both come, it was still groovy.
"Curt moved away and sat up. 'That was the best ever,' he said. 'Where'd you learn to suck cock?' I looked at Johnny and we all laughed. Curt moved over and started playin' with my pussy again. 'That's eatin' stuff,' he said. 'How "bout fucking?' I moved away, and he could see I didn't like that. 'She's still cherry,' said Johnny. 'And don't you try with that fuckin' thing of yours.' I leaned over and touched Curt's prick. 'It's the biggest,' I said, 'and when I'm good 'n' ready, you can let me have it.' 'Up your pussy?' he said, real excited, and I nodded. 'Sure,' I told him. 'But right now I just aim to suck on him some more.' Johnny moved over and grabbed my boobs. 'Hell, I'm ready to go again,' he said, and sure enough, his cock was rigid, standing up like it had never gone to sleep after the first time I sucked it. Curt started playing with himself and said he could be hard again in two minutes flat. 'I can't do you both at the same time,' I said, and Curt laughed. 'The hell you can't,' he said. 'Johnny's girl did us once.'
"Johnny told me that he and Curt would sit opposite each other, with their cocks touching, and I would stick my head down between their bodies and take both their cocks at once. 'It's real wild,' Curt said. 'Come on, let's do it.' I looked down at that lovely thick cock of his, still shiny from spit, come and more stuff oozing out of the end. 'You show me how you do it first,' I said.
"Johnny sat on the bed, his legs wide apart, and Curt sat down over his thighs, putting his cock up against Johnny's. Curt put his arm around Johnny to hold himself up close. 'Okay,' he said. 'Now you put your head down between our stomachs and start sucking, both at once.' I didn't know if I could get both in my mouth, but I guess they just looked bigger than they were. I knelt down and put my head over the ends. Johnny had pulled his skin back and his head was flat up against Curt's; they looked like two big red cherries waiting to be eaten. I opened my mouth and went down, feeling them push together and squash into my mouth and push my lips apart wider than before. I put my tongue between the heads and licked. Curt moaned and put his other arm around Johnny.
"Then I heard a funny sound and looked sideways. In the mirror above the dresser, I could see them kissing each other, just like boys and girls did. It was such a shock to me that I lifted off their cocks and asked them what they were doin', were they queer or something? I'd heard my dad talk about the queers, that they kissed like girls and all that. Johnny laughed, and said, hell, no, they weren't queer. They were fucking with me, and wasn't I a girl? I wanted to know why they were kissing then. Curt said when you fucked a girl in her twat, you kissed her, it was natural. So what was wrong with kissing his brother while I was sucking their cocks together? I guess I didn't have any answer, so I went on sucking them, and I could see in the mirror that they went on kissing, their arms around each other, their tongues in each other's mouths, licking their lips and all, just like they were lovers or something. Anyway, what the hell, I was getting my jollies taking them both at the same time, so why not?
"I couldn't get their whole shafts in my mouth, just the heads, so I put my hands around the rest of their pricks and rubbed them up and down. Johnny's skin made it real easy, and I held them together, squeezing and rubbing while my mouth sucked the ends, licking across the top and between them. It was real wild. I felt them both try to buck, to hump their cocks into my mouth further. It was one helluva tight squeeze, but it was wonderful. The more I sucked, the more I tasted their juice oozing out, and I knew that my cunt was dripping with love stuff, and I could feel my clitoris twitching inside and my vagina shaking with excitement. Two cocks at once! Jeez, this was a treat I hadn't thought possible.
"My body was trembling with excitement, and I could feel them shaking, too. Even though it was the second time for them both that day, they didn't have to go too long before they shot. I could tell from the way their cocks were throbbing, expanding, and getting thicker as my mouth went up and down over their heads.
"I felt my head being squeezed between them as they put their arms around each other and held their bodies close. The sweat was pouring down their chests, trickling over my head, and my own body was dripping from every crevice and part of me, over my tits, between my legs, everywhere. We were all really going at it, hot 'n' heavy, and I found that if I squeezed my thighs together and rubbed, it made my twat feel real good, just like when Curt was sticking his tongue in between my cunt lips. I twisted and rubbed myself, feeling my own excitement building inside me. I wondered if I'd have another orgasm. I'd never had two in a row, and I wondered if it were possible. I also wondered what it'd be like to have both their cocks up my snatch at the same time. The thought made me even more excited. I felt myself quivering, and my mouth sucked harder. I pushed my hand underneath them and grabbed their balls, which were close together. What a thrill! Four balls in my hand at the same time. I squeezed them gently, played with them, and pulled them down, knowing from what Johnny had told me, that this made it feel better. My fingers pulled, my mouth sucked, and then, all of a sudden, I felt them clutch at each other real hard, almost squashing my head between them. They both moaned, and then I felt it come, both at the same time, loads and loads of come shooting into my mouth. I swallowed, again, again, and more kept coming. Both of them shot load after load, and my own body shook and trembled as I felt my climax inside. It was a tripleheader, and it was the wildest ever.
"We then just lay back, panting, our eyes closed. It was really something, like we'd all been blasted out of our minds and bodies. I had never felt anything like it before, and I know they both were completely satisfied like never before. They told me so later. They said it was the best sex they'd ever had. I sure felt good, considering I'd not been doing that stuff for long. But we sure did it often after that.
"Curt and Johnny used to come in whenever we had the chance. Often my folks were both out, and if Sammy was around, we'd send him off somewhere to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed. I think sometimes Sammy got the idea something was goin' on, but he never said a word. Would you believe, I never did go to bed with Sammy? Maybe I was just satisfied enough with Curt and Johnny. I know that between them I had more than enough cock. I could handle them one at a time, or together, it didn't matter. Curt's was thick and cut, Johnny's was longer and had all that skin I liked to play with. So what more could I want?
"Curt was the real horny one, though. After we'd been messing around for about three or four weeks, he wanted to fuck me in the cunt. He said it'd be better if he did it than anyone else. He'd done it before lots of times, he said, and he knew how. He'd be gentle. I still held off, though. I told him I didn't want to get knocked up. He promised he'd use a rubber, but I still didn't feel I should. I was quite happy with the way things were. They'd suck me, and I'd suck them. That was more than enough sex for me back then.
"Lookin' back, I guess I should've let Curt or Johnny break me in, 'cos it turned out a boy at school got to me before they did. I'd been going out with this kid. He was real nice, and we'd go to movies and all that stuff. I'd let him play with my boobs in the movie, and once or twice he put his hands up my dress and finger-fucked me. That was kinda groovy, especially while I was watching a real sexy love scene in the movie. Anyway, he got all hot for me, and one afternoon he walked me home from school and came in for a Coke.
"We were sitting in the kitchen. No one was home, and he started getting fresh. I don't know why, but something said to me: Why not try it? We were alone, it would be all right. He even took out a rubber and showed it to me. He said he loved me, and all that shit. I felt his cock, and that's what convinced me. He had a real thick one, about like Curt's, and it felt so good. I hadn't sucked off Johnny or Curt in about two weeks, and I guess I was horny myself that day. By the time I said okay, his dick was hard as a rock and sticking through his pants like a telephone pole. I led him into my room, and because I was still a little afraid that someone might come in, I just lifted my dress and dropped my drawers. He took out his dick, and my eyes popped. It was real great, and before I could suck it, which I wanted to do, he'd slipped that rubber on and was climbing on. My cunt was wet and sticky by this time anyway, and I knew he'd slide home easy. Then I remembered ma sayin' something about all the blood when you lost your cherry, and I knew it'd be my ass up the creek if it got on the bed, so I got an old towel and put it down, put my ass on it, and let him get on.
"I held my dress up and watched, 'cos I wanted to see what happened. He stuck that thing forward, and it looked kinda strange with the rubber on. He put it at my cunt lips and held it there. 'Go on, push it in,' I said, but he was kinda trembling himself by this time. I figured he wasn't as experienced as Curt or Johnny, but he knew what he was doin' once he got it in. That was later, though. He pushed it in, and I felt it slide in, touch my clitoris and then my body started shaking, it felt so good. Then it stuck, and wouldn't go in. I guess I froze up or something. 'Lay back,' he said. 'Relax.' I stretched back and spread my legs as wide as I could. He pushed, and then I felt something hurt, and he slid in all the way, with a real rush. He grabbed my shoulders and moaned, saying how wonderful it was. 'Gee, it's tighter'n ass-holes,' he said, and then I knew what he'd bin fucking.
"I hurt, but not too bad. I've heard from other girls that it doesn't always hurt bad. Some girls are harder'n others, I guess. Anyway, he started pounding it in and out, pushing that long thick thing right up into my cunt. I could feel it way up in my belly, and it felt like nothing before. I began moving my hips around, gripping his rod as it entered me and slid out slowly. He'd let it slide almost all the way out, and then he'd hold it there, twisting tt around. It felt so good that way, and then, wham! he'd jam it back in all the way until I thought my ass-hole would fly off. He fingered at my blouse, pulled it open, and then his lips were sucking my tits, his teeth biting my nipples until they were hard and standing up as hard as his dick. In and out he charged, like he had a train to catch, and then he rammed it all the way in and I could feel his thickness pulsate inside me and I knew he'd got there. I hardly felt anything, though, not near as much thrill as when Curt sucked me. I moved my hips, trying to keep that thing going, and slowly I felt myself respond, and then, with a rush, I came, too, feeling my vagina grip his tool, and even though it was starting to get soft, it was enough to set me off. But it sure took extra effort. Not near as easy as when someone eats me. That's why I dig someone's mouth rather'n their dick.
"He slipped out, took off the rubber and rolled it in his handkerchief. I reached out and touched his prick, but he pulled away. 'Later,' he said. Then we both saw the blood on the towel, and he was real shook up. He didn't know I'd been cherry.
" 'Now I'm gonna marry you,' he said. 'If you bust a cherry, you're supposed to marry.'
"I told him that was a bunch of shit, and he was talkin' 'bout shotgun weddings and all that stuff. I told him we could screw again sometimes, but we never did. I think my havin' been cherry scared him off. We never even went out to a movie again. Maybe he was just after a piece of tail, and once he'd got it, he went lookin' for something new. I don't know.
"Anyway, that was the first time I got fucked in the cunt. I couldn't wait to tell Curt and Johnny. They said now that I was broken in, they could take over and really show me how to do it properly. It was about a week later when we all got in the sack again, and this time Curt was rarin' to go. The moment we hit the bed, he was there, lying on his back, his big cock hard and standing up ready for action.
" 'Climb on,' he said. 'Just lower your twat over it, and let it slide in.' I said I wanted to lie on my back and let them do it, but Curt insisted. He said it was better for us both the other way, that he could get in deeper, and I'd feel better, and all that crap. I found out later whey he wanted it that way, the little bastard. Anyway, I squatted over him and guided that cock into my cunt lips. He was bigger than the guy who'd broken me in, and I could feel it. The head pushed in, about an inch or two, and my old clit started twitching like crazy. I lowered myself slowly until I took that whole rod all the way, deep into me, and it was like I'd taken the Washington Monument up my snatch. But it felt good, and I started moving my hips, hunching, turning, and really grabbing his shaft with my pussy. He reached forward and started playing with my tits, tweaking them, pinching the nipples, and running his fingers all over my boobs, down my stomach, around me, everywhere. It was wonderful. I leaned forward, holding myself on my arms, and looked between my legs, watching his cock as it slid past my hair and into that dark red cavern down there where he was feeling good, and I sure as hell was, too.
"All this time, Johnny had been lying on the bed next to us, watching us and playing with his dick. I had glanced over at him once or twice, 'cos I always liked to watch his dick, the way all that skin slid over the end of it as he jerked himself. But then, the more Curt and I got into it, I quit looking at Johnny. Then, suddenly, I felt his hands on my ass, and something jab me back there. I looked around and saw Johnny, kneeling behind me with his rod in his hand, about to guide it up my ass. I sat down real fast on Curt's cock, so my ass would be almost on the sheets.
" 'You ain't gonna corn-hole me,' I told him, and he and Curt both laughed. Then Curt lifted his hips up, and me with them, and Johnny's hands held my ass up, and he moved forward. He spat on his hand, wet the end of his dick, and slipped it forward.
"I felt it touch my anus and push forward. I cried out, but it was too late. The head entered, and a moment later he rammed it home. Jeez, I could feel it jam up against Curt's cock somewhere inside me, and the pressure did something to my twat. My vagina seemed to quiver and feel like nothing ever before, twice as good, three times as exciting. Then Johnny was goin' at it, pulling and pushing his prick, and as my ass-hole relaxed I got to feelin' pretty good back there. Meanwhile, Curt's cock was responding, fucking me like crazy, and with Johnny there, too, Curt must've got extra kicks, 'cos his cock seemed to get thicker, harder, and he gripped me real hard, his fingers digging into my skin, almost tearing my boobs off. I was feeling too good to tell him to stop. The three of us rocked together on the bed, each one of us caught up in the incredible sensations we were experiencing. It was the first time I'd ever had a dick up my ass, and at the same time as one up my twat yet. It was really something, and I felt like I was floating off that bed, resting on two massive cocks that were making me feel that nothing else in the world mattered. I didn't care that Johnny was just about ripping my ass in half, or that Curt's dick was stretching my cunt like never before. It all felt so great, so groovy.
"They say you remember the first time you're fucked. Well, let me tell you, the actual first time for me wasn't near as good as that time with Curt and Johnny. That's the time I'll always remember, as far as fucking's concerned. Sucking's another matter. But they both gave me the best damn fuck I'd ever had, and I wanted it to go on and on and never stop. But they were both real excited, and Johnny told me later my ass was so tight he almost shot the minute he put it in, but he held off until it just got to be too much. Curt started moaning, and Johnny cried out he was there, and then we all shook and shivered and I felt Curt's rod jam all the way in and flood my cunt with his jism, gobs of it, until it ran down out my crack and between my legs, mixing with all of Johnny's that was being pumped out of my ass as he kept fucking even after he'd shot. I guess I came not just once but twice that day, with all the fucking I had. It all felt so good, I really don't remember or care. It was the most.
"Curt got soft then and I felt him slip out; then Johnny pulled out, making a real loud sound as he withdrew, and we all laughed. My ass was tingling and I knew it was kinda sore, but it had been worth it. It had been one helluva fucking session. I wanted to be mad at Johnny, but I couldn't, it had all felt so good.
"They wanted to do nothing but fuck after that, but I told them that that would be a special treat. Otherwise, I wanted to stick to sucking. That's what I really dug.
"I guess things would've been real groovy for a long time if dad hadn't screwed things up. One afternoon, Curt and I were in the middle of a sixty-nine when dad came home unexpectedly. He came in and we were so busy we didn't hear him. He walked in to the bedroom and stood there, watching for a few minutes before he came over, and by this time he had a hard on. He said if that's what I did for Curt, maybe I should do it for him, too. Curt and I were scared shitless, but when I saw dad's hard on and heard what he said, I knew that he wanted some, too. He wasn't going to beat us up or whatever. Curt was so scared he lost his hard on in a few seconds.
"Dad reached down and touched Curt's cock and then reached over and started playing with my twat.
" 'You're not gonna hold out on your old man, are you?' he said.
"I remember I looked at Curt and there was nothing we could do. Dad reached down, unzipped his pants, and his thing popped out. I felt kinda sorry for him. He was about the same size as Johnny, but that meant he was smaller'n Curt. Dad looked over at Curt, and I knew what he was thinking. "They come in all sizes,' he said 'but they all come.'
"Then he started taking off his clothes. Dad has a nice build and all that, but his cock ain't much after someone like Curt. Curt and I were naked, of course, and when dad had taken all his things off, he climbed on the bed and told me to get with it. He had a real hard on by this time, and Curt was back again, standing up straight. Dad leaned over and started kissing my tits, biting them real hard. When he got near, I smelled his breath, and I knew he'd been drinking. No matter, I thought, if this is what he wants, he's gonna git it, one way or the other.
"His head slid down over my stomach and to my mound, his lips licking all the way. Then his mouth touched my hairs, and his tongue slid in. If dad had a normal-size cock, his tongue made up for it. Jeez, it was like Curt's cock when it slid in, and what he did with it, I'll never know. It seemed to fill my whole cunt, push the lips aside as he delved inside, deep, rubbing my clitoris and pushing the flesh aside and licking every part of me in there.
"He pulled me finally over on my side against himself. Curt crawled around and began kissing my backside. Then I felt Curt's tongue slide between my ass cheeks, and his hands pull them apart, and his mouth cover my anus. Then he began sucking my ass. I thought I'd go through the roof, especially the way dad was doing his thing with my cunt. That tongue of his sure knew what to do.
"He kept that up for a while, and then he switched his body around so his cock and balls were flat against my face. 'Eat me, baby,' he said. 'Eat me good.'
"I might've been disappointed when dad first took his thing out, but hard and excited, as it was by then, it looked pretty good to me. I pulled his skin back and exposed his head, which was long, thin, and bright red like a jelly bean. I closed my lips around it and felt it slide all the way in. It fit real good, not so thick as Curt's, not so wide as Johnny's, but just right to slide all the way over my tongue, into my throat, and sit there while I licked and sucked and let my tongue play up and down the shaft. My hands pulled his balls down, like I used to do with Johnny, and he moaned and I knew he was feelin' good. He began humping me then, and Curt was still sucking away on my ass. Then I felt Curt's mouth leave me, and a moment later his cock pressed up against my anus. Jeez, like I've said, Curt was bigger than anyone, and only Johnny had fucked my ass before. I didn't think Curt could get in me without ripping me in two. But my ass was wet, slippery, and relaxed from his sucking, and as he pushed, the end slid in. You ever had a broom handle up there? Well, Curt was like three broom handles tied together, and I just let him do it. I was too busy with dad's prick and feeling good the way dad's tongue was pushing in and out of my pussy. Curt moaned, then rammed all of his cock into me, and cried out. I knew he must've felt it, because I sure as hell did.
"Curt went on fucking me, driving in and out, and I felt his prick way up inside me, just as dad's super-tongue was pushing my cunt lips open and digging deep, flicking across my clitoris, and going further in, giving me the best damn time I'd had in weeks. Right then, it didn't matter that it was my dad. I didn't even think that anyone would catch us. Or that Sammy might be watching. Or that ma might walk in. Nothing mattered but that wonderful tongue up my snatch and Curt's beautiful cock up my ass. And most of all, I had a nice, juicy dick in my mouth, just the right size, with lots of skin to nip with my teeth, a nice head to rub my tongue across and suck like an all-day sucker. We were all concentrating on getting the most out of it. like the first time with Johnny and Curt, I wanted it to go on and on and never stop. I'd always loved my dad, but I never thought he'd do anything like we were doing then. Maybe it made it feel all the better, knowing that it was my dad. I don't know. It was sex, and the kind I liked. I was glad he didn't want to fuck me, just let me suck him, 'cos that's what I wanted most.
"I put my arms around dad's ass and felt the muscles there, flexing each time he pushed his cock into my mouth. I like firm asses, and dad had the firmest. I guess he got it from all that pickin' in the fields. I caressed the flesh, which was real smooth, and then slid my fingers down between his buttocks, feeling for his ass-hole. I'd learned by now how good it feels to have your cock sucked with a finger up your ass; Curt and Johnny had told me that.
"I felt dad jump as I pushed my finger in, and then he moaned and his cock flexed in my mouth and I knew it was doing the trick. His head seemed to get thicker, like it was about to shoot, and inside his ass I felt that hard cord twitch as my finger went over it, rubbing and touching him.
"I guess that really made him go over the edge, because a moment later, he rammed all the way in, almost down my throat, and I felt his cord jerk, and then he shot lots of come. I mean lots and lots of it, and it tasted real good, and he moaned and thrashed around on the bed. I felt his tongue push even deeper into my twat, and then my own body shook with my climax, and my insides turned, making my ass-hole grip Curt's cock even harder, like it would almost bite it off. Curt cried out, and I felt his cock shake as he unloaded his come deep into my ass-hole, pumping it in and out quicker and quicker until he collapsed and lay back, panting.
"Dad leaned over, kissed me, and said that was the best blow job he'd ever had, and maybe we could do it again sometime. Hell, we did it lots of times after that. Every time dad got drunk, he'd try something. I didn't mind. I enjoyed it. But then one night he came home real plastered and got in an argument with mother. I guess he wanted a little, and she wasn't in the mood, and he must've said something about me, because ma came tearing into my room, screaming all sorts of things at me, calling me a whore and telling me to get my ass out of there before she killed me. Dad came in and tried to calm her down, but ma was really riled up. She made such a racket, Johnny and Curt came in, and even Sammy looked in the door, real scared. They'd never seen ma so mad. We started in, and I got pissed and left. Dad tried to keep me there, but I told them all to leave me alone.
"It was only around midnight, and I knew this guy who worked at a drive-in. I went over there, then went home with him. I'd shacked with him a coupla times before, so he knew it would be all right. Anyway, I cut out and went to Denver where I really found out what I could do, what I liked to do, and how I could get paid for it. And you'd be surprised how many guys prefer a blow job to shacking up. Hell, as long as there's cock around, I'll have fun and make a buck as well. Why work forty hours a week and get seventy or eighty bucks? Hell, I can make that in two nights and have a ball."
Cynthia's story convinced the psychiatrist that she needed supervised rehabilitation and she was sent to a private Canadian institution specializing in working with young girls, providing then with a trade, and offering group therapy to help them get back into a more constructive frame of mind with a more socially acceptable attitude. It was obvious that to have Cynthia returned to her family would not solve her particular problem as that was where her problem began initially.
During her period of rehabilitation, Cynthia developed a liking for domestic work, especially cooking, and was given a course of instruction which resulted in her being placed upon her release with a hospital, working in the kitchen, preparing special meals for the patients. She became engrossed in her work, and settled down happily to a new life and a career that provided her with more rewards than before.
As she made new contacts socially, and met a better class of men, she found her preference for oralism slowly fading beneath the maturing of her instincts. She began going steady with one of the orderlies at the hospital and finally married him and settled down to a happily adjusted domestic life.
FOUR BROTHER FINDS OUT
"I always wanted to know what they did up there on the roof, so that's why I followed Nancy one night when she and her boyfriend ran up the back stairs. They'd told my dad they were going to a movie, so when they didn't, I knew something was funny. I was in the hallway when I saw them leave the apartment, and instead of going to the elevator, they went to the stairs. I remembered overhearing Nancy talking to Joan, saying something about 'behind the chimney stack,' and then they giggled. I knew they were doing something they shouldn't, and I wanted to know what. I mean, I knew something about what girls did, but I'd never had any experiences myself. I've always been too shy anyway.
"So I followed Nancy that night, and by the time I got to the stairs, I heard the door slam at the top. I crept up and carefully opened it just an inch or so, and peeked through. I didn't see them, so I slipped out onto the roof and tiptoed over to the chimney stack. I squatted down, and my heart was pounding so hard, I could hardly stop myself from shaking. I could hear Nancy's voice saying something, and her boyfriend was saying, 'Now, now,' and then she laughed softly. I looked around the edge, and over on the far side I could see them leaning up against the little wall that goes around the roof. Nancy was lying down and her boyfriend was lying next to her, and they were kissing. He had his hand on her chest and was feeling her tits. She had one hand between his legs. I guess she was playing with his cock.
"I got real excited and found I was getting hard. I wanted to see more, so I moved around to the other side of the chimney stack. Now I could see them just about ten feet away, but I was to the back of them, and they would have to look behind them to see me. I figured they couldn't tell I was there, even though it was bright moonlight and, of course, there was also the glow from all the lights on the buildings. You know how New York is at night; it never gets completely dark.
"I suddenly got an idea. There was a little platform next to the chimney with a ladder. I guess it was for the cleaners to get up there and inspect the stack. I tiptoed over, climbed up, and crawled over to the edge. This way I was about twelve feet above them, and I knew they would never think of anyone being up there.
"I lay still and stared hard at their figures below me. By this time, Nancy had her boyfriend's pants undone and I could see her hand around his cock, which was hard and sticking up from between his legs. Then I heard her say, 'Ron, it's gotten bigger,' and I knew then they'd been screwing around before. I always thought they had, just from the way they behaved when they were together.
"Ron had her blouse open and he was playing with her tits. I gasped, and felt my own groin throb as my cock got hard, harder than it ever had been before. Nancy's tits were real big, round, and they shone in the moonlight like two lovely big grapefruit with little dark circles at the end. I reached down and started feeling myself. I couldn't help it. I was real excited.
"Ron whispered something to her, and then she scooted down so that her head was down between his legs. She took his prick in both hands, squeezed it, and pulled the skin back. I could see that red head of his shining, and then her lips went down over it, and I heard Ron groan. 'Jeez, that's great, baby,' he said, and he spread his legs even wider and put his head back against the wall. Nancy pulled his pants open even more, and her one hand went down and grabbed his balls.
"I was trembling. I never thought anyone's crotch could look so big. Ron sure was hung, with a big cock and a big sac, which Nancy was playing with, rolling his balls around while her mouth went up and down that stiff, thick thing. I touched my own prick and felt a little ashamed. It sure as hell wasn't as big as the one I was watching, and
I'd always wanted a big cock, ever since I heard my dad talking once to a friend of his, laughing about people with small dicks. I'm not small, but then, I guess, you can never have a cock that's too big. And Ron's was just great, at least it looked that way to me. I could see that Nancy's mouth was stretched wide as she slid down, taking it all in, and I could picture that thing slipping over her tongue and banging into her throat. Even though no one had ever done that to me, I knew it must be the greatest feeling ever. Right then, I wanted Nancy to suck my dick, to make me feel as good as Ron was obviously feeling right then. He was leaning back, and he started moving his hips, pushing his organ in and out of her mouth while her hands played with the shaft and tickled his balls.
"His hands came forward and touched her tits, which were hanging down in front of her as she bent over him. I could see clearly how his fingers rubbed her nipples and dug into that soft flesh, and I wanted to do that. I wanted to jump off that platform and join in. I wanted to have my sister suck my dick, and then I wanted to fuck her, to push my rod deep into her cunt and fuck all night long. My own prick was jerking. I could hardly stop myself from shaking all over. My hand went inside my pants, grabbed it and squeezed hard, making me feel as good as I knew Ron was feeling down there. I've never been so hot as I was then.
"I could hear Ron moaning, and then he said, 'Harder, harder,' and I could see Nancy's hands grip his balls and pull on them; her cheeks sank in as she sucked harder, up and down on his shaft, licking him, holding her mouth around the end, and sucking his big, red head. I knew how good that felt, just around the top, and I rubbed my own cock round the end, imagining it was her tongue, thinking it was me down there and not Ron who was getting all that pleasure from her. I could feel myself starting to come, that great feeling deep inside, and once it started, nothing could stop it. I kept my eyes glued on the two bodies below me, and just as my cock erupted and shot all over my underpants, I saw Ron jerk, his hands grabbed Nancy's head and pushed her down. She made a little gagging sound, and then he cried out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming!' His hips were going a mile a minute as they jerked, and I knew he was shooting into her mouth right then, just as I popped my nuts and felt my body tingle with that wonderful feeling.
"After a few minutes, he lifted her head up off his crotch, and I saw his cock flop out of her mouth. It lay there, soft, against his leg, and even then it was still big and thick looking. Nancy bent down quickly and kissed it, and they laughed. It was all I could do not to jump down and join in, but even though I wanted to, I just didn't have the guts. I lay up there, playing with myself and watching them. She sucked him once more before they finally got up and left, and then, when I was sure they were down the stairs, I climbed down and went back to my room in the apartment. I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom and jacked off again, thinking still of what I had seen: my own sister sucking off her boyfriend. I decided then I would try to hide up there again whenever I knew they were going up there. I wanted to watch again, because it had been the most exciting thing I'd had seen happen in a long time."
Sidney and Hilda B-lived in New York City in a large block of apartments in the West 80s. Sidney had come from a fairly well-to-do family in New Jersey, had met and married Hilda, and settled in Manhattan where he took over the management of his father's textile house.
They had three children, Nancy, the oldest, Joan, and finally a son, Milton. Although Hilda wanted to move to the country, Sidney did not relish the idea of commuting. His interest in his work dominated his life, and the family routine revolved around Sidney, his schedule, and his constant preoccupation with business.
By the time the children were in their teens, Sidney had reached the point of coming home merely to eat and sleep. His contact with his children was perfunctory, and the responsibility of raising them rested almost completely on Hilda's shoulders.
A rather quiet and unassuming woman, Hilda did her best, but discipline was tenuous and Nancy and Joan romped into puberty with an ever-changing circle of boyfriends who matched the girls' burgeoning interest in sex.
Milton, being the youngest, and the only boy, received more than the normal amount of motherly attention. His natural reserve and basic shyness were only supplemented by Hilda's overprotective attitude. When Milton should have been going to ball games with his father, he was more often closeted in his room with a book. As puberty raised its usual questions in the boy's mind, he found dubious answers in a variety of magazines; his father never took it upon himself to have a talk with him on the subject of sex.
Milton was aware that the girls were the focal point of his mother's interest. Hilda, despite her protectiveness, was obviously waiting for the time when her daughters would snare a husband and there would be the traditional big wedding. Such thoughts in regard to Milton never crossed her mind. Hilda knew that her boy was shy; he was somewhat overpowered by the exuberance of his older sisters, who often made remarks about his underweight condition and his interest in books. Hilda would rebuke the girls, but in her heart she knew that Milton would never grow up like his father, who was a robust man, filled with self-confidence and unreserved in his manner.
Milton met a girl when he was fifteen, and occasionally went with her to a movie. His inexperienced fumblings in the dark were rebuffed and did nothing to help his growing need to know more about sex. His sisters, three and four years older than he, made no pretense of their knowledge about boys. Milton felt curiously left out, and withdrew more into himself. Because of his slight build, he did not participate in sports and had no close friends of his own sex.
His father occasionally made a passing reference to the fact that he was growing up, but never sat down for a talk with the boy. Somewhat awed by Sidney's brashness, Milton could never approach his father, and knew that his mother would not be the person to ask about the subject that plagued his mind.
Milton, alone in his room, fantasized over girl images, masturbating and achieving his climax, while in his mind he was the big, virile young man sought by every girl on the block.
Once Nancy, the older girl, came into his room and caught him with his penis in his hand. Before Milton was able to say anything, Nancy made some very pointed remark and flaunted her breasts in Milton's face before leaving, laughing loudly at his embarrassment.
After this episode, Milton watched his sisters with more than a brotherly interest. He wondered what it might be like to close his hands around their firm, protruding mounds that pushed so enticingly against their dresses, to touch their bodies, and even to investigate their genital area. His fantasies had whetted his appetite and he wanted to experience the real thing.
One night, by accident, he came upon his sisters and two boys up on the roof. He had gone up there to relax, to be by himself away from his bedroom, and as he stepped onto the roof, he heard the giggles from the other side of the chimney stacks. Cautiously he walked around and saw the girls lying down, being kissed and fondled by the boys. He remained out of sight and saw them eventually indulge in some minor sex play, fondling and petting. He realized that this could well be a regular hideaway for the girls, and started keeping a watch on them.
Afterwards, he spent many evenings up on the roof, hidden, observing his sisters making love, fellating their boyfriends, who in turn performed cunnilingus on them. Milton masturbated while watching. He found an ideal hiding place, on top of a platform next to the chimney, from which vantage point he could get a close view of what went on, yet remain relatively secure from being seen.
One night, however, Nancy happened to glance up and saw Milton's face peering excitedly down. She dragged him down and performed fellatio on him. From this beginning, Milton graduated to intercourse with Nancy, and all manner of sexual activities with her and Joan. Over a period of about ten months, Milton learned rapidly, and his personality expanded with his sexual prowess. Even his mother remarked how Milton was growing up, and pointed it out to his father. Sidney grinned and slapped Milton on the back, making some jocular remark about his finally becoming a man.
Despite their never being caught on the roof, Milton suffered from pangs of guilt. He knew that what he was doing was wrong. He had read that any type of sexual contact between members of the same family was immoral. The fact that his sisters thought nothing of it and regarded him as merely another plaything for the nights when they might be without a boyfriend, made no difference.
Finally, in a burst of confidence, he told his father. Sidney was horrified. He had no idea that his girls were as promiscuous as Milton told him, let alone indulged in relations with their brother. Hilda promptly had hysterics when she heard the revelation, accusing her daughters of being whores, Milton of being a pervert, and blaming Sidney for not keeping a stronger eye on his children.
The matter of the girls was resolved by their announcement of impending marriage to two young men, which, to Sidney and Hilda, seemed to be the most appropriate solution. However, Milton was considered to be more to blame than the girls, and Sidney made an appointment for him to see a psychiatrist.
Realizing that it was not possible to communicate with his father, Milton readily told his story to the psychiatrist, a very understanding older man who, to Milton, became more of a father image than Sidney had ever been. The psychiatrist explained that for Milton to overcome his feelings of guilt, as well as his reservations about sex, he would have to relate in detail his background and experiences with his sisters. Although hesitant at first, Milton soon relaxed, and over a period of many sessions with the psychiatrist, told his story.
"I guess I only starting thinking about having sex with my sisters after I first saw what they did up on the roof with their boyfriends. I mean, I knew girls sucked guys' cocks and all that, but I never thought of my own sisters doing things like that. You know how you get the idea that sucking cock is dirty and only bad girls do that. At least, that's the way I guess my mother would look at it. I bet she never went down on my father. Maybe she isn't the type. I don't know. Anyway, until I saw Nancy sucking this guy's prick one night, I had always looked on my sisters as real nice girls. But after that, I started thinking that if they did it to other guys, why shouldn't they do it to me? I'd never had anyone do that. Once in a restroom, a man asked me if I wanted a blow job, but I was so scared, I just ran out. Afterwards I felt kinda chicken, 'cos I'd heard guys at school saying how they let guys suck them off and that it's groovy, just like when a girl does it. But I wanted a girl to do it, 'cos I wanted to feel her tits and do everything else, too.
"I used to lie in my bed at night and jack off, just thinking about it. I imagined that my cock was pushing into their snatch, or their mouth, and I was feeling their boobs and getting a better feeling than I got with my hand around my dick.
"After I saw my sisters doing it on the roof, I started thinking about Nancy or Joan, and in my mind, I saw their mouth around my cock, or maybe myself lying on top of them, my thing stuck right into that warm hole between their legs. That's what I really wanted, but I was too scared to even think of saying anything to them. I figured they'd beat me up for wanting them to do that to me. But again, I kept thinking: If they do it to other guys, what's the difference? I might not be as strong or big as their boyfriends, but I have a good dick. I know it's a good size, because I'd seen other guys' dicks, and I'm pretty well hung. Nancy told me so, too, after she'd first sucked me off. She held up my prick, showed it to Joan, and said something about the skinny ones having the biggest cocks.
"Well, anyway, I had been watching them for a few months when Nancy saw me one night. Maybe I wanted them to catch me so I might join in, I don't know. But when she looked up for the first time ever, and saw me, she jumped up and came over. 'You little bastard!' she shouted at me. 'You've been watching us.' I was so scared I didn't know what to do. I just lay up there, shaking. Her boyfriend walked over, his cock sticking out of his pants, all hard and shiny from her spit. 'Ask him to join in,' he said, laughing. 'Come down, Milton,' Nancy said. So I climbed down, and stood there, still a little scared that her boyfriend might beat me up. He was bigger than me. His cock wasn't, I could see that, but the rest of him was, and I'd never been good at fighting. Nancy glared at me, but her boyfriend reached out and felt my crotch. 'He's hard,' he said. 'Take it out and do him.' Nancy turned and walked back to the shelter of the wall, and lay down. Her boyfriend, whose name was Tim, took me by the arm and marched me over there. 'Okay,' he said. 'Take it out.' My hands were trembling, but I unzipped my pants and took out my cock, which was real hard by this time. Nancy reached up and touched it. It felt so good I almost shot right there. Tim reached over and felt it, too, then he whistled. 'Well, little Milton has a big one,' he said. 'This I gotta see. Go to it, Nance.' Nancy got up on her knees and started sucking on me.
"It felt so wonderful I couldn't believe it. I'd imagined what it'd be like, but never as good as she made me feel, with her mouth around my shaft, and her tongue licking across the end, flicking around the end, in and out of the slit and underneath, that real groovy place under the head, you know? I stood there, looking down at her head bobbing up and down over my cock, and Tim stood next to me, watching and playing with his own cock at the same time. I think he got just as big a charge out of watching. I looked at his dick, which wasn't as thick as mine; he had skin over the end. I didn't, and I felt it might be kinda nice with that extra skin to rub up and down over it. But right at that moment, I didn't care. My sister was going down on me, and making me feel better'n I'd ever felt before in my life. She lifted off and told me to take my pants down all the way and lie down next to her. By this time I didn't have to be told twice. I undid the top button, let my pants fall, and pulled my shorts down to my knees; then I lay down next to her. She leaned over, pushed my knees apart, and crawled between my legs. 'Take your blouse off,' said Tim. T wanna see those tits.' She straightened up, and a moment later, her boobs were hanging there in front of me. Wow! They were big and round and those circles at the end with the nipples just about sent me off. 'Play with them, Milton,' said Tim. 'She digs that.' I reached out as she bent forward, and felt my fingers sink into the flesh for the first time. Soft, so soft I couldn't believe it.
"She sat there, letting me touch and fondle her tits, rubbing them all over while my cock throbbed and jerked between my legs from the extra excitement of what I was doing. I grabbed a tit in each hand and rubbed my thumbs across her nipples. I felt them firm up, get hard as marbles, and stick out at the end. She looked down and saw my cock, waiting for her, and she pushed my hands away and went down again on me, her lips enclosing my shaft and sliding down till I felt the head lodge in the back of her throat. I heard her gag and then pull up. She grinned at me. 'You've sure got a thick one,' she said, and I felt so good to hear her say that, because she'd always kidded me about being so skinny, but now at last I had something she could talk about in the way I wanted to be talked about. I had a big thick dick, and she wanted it, liked it. Wow! That was really something.
"She went down and grabbed the shaft in one hand, putting her lips over the end, and her other hand grabbed my balls and began rolling them around. She pulled them down far, making my prick even stiffer than it was, and I felt her tongue going wild over the head. 'Suck his balls,' said Tim, who was really jerking himself like mad while he watched. Her hand came up and her tongue slid down the length of my dick, slowly, until it reached my scrotum, and then, with a gulp, she took the whole sac in her mouth, while her hand played with my dick. I felt her warm mouth surround my balls and her tongue rotate them inside, licking the hair and rubbing the folds of skin.
"I was slowly floating off that roof, it seemed. I had never had such a groovy feeling in my life. I watched her tits as they swayed back and forth each time she moved, and my body was quivering all over from the sensations her mouth was giving my balls and my cock. My whole groin seemed ready to explode. I knew from the feeling that it wouldn't be long. I was almost there. I could sense that deep inside my balls that load of seed was ready to burst, to travel up the length of my dick and shoot into her mouth. I began humping my hips, first slowly, getting every bit of sensation I could. Then it started, and I moaned.
"She must've known, because she lifted her mouth off my balls and closed her lips around my shaft, and just as that moment my entire frame shook and I cried out just as I felt my cock throb, expand, and then with a rush, it came, load after load, into her. I heard her gulp, gag, and then tighten her mouth and lips around my prick as it shuddered in her, discharging all that stuff into her while my body felt like ten thousand electric shocks were going off in every pore. Oh, I had never had such an orgasm, such an incredible feeling. With a final sigh, I collapsed, felt my prick going soft in her mouth. She kept on sucking, squeezing the very last drop of come up my tube and into her mouth, and then she let it slip out and lie across my leg, all red and shiny, and still thicker than Tim's cock which he was still jerking wildly.
"He was groaning, and I guess he was almost coming, too. He grabbed her head, jammed his prick into her mouth, and started fucking her between the lips, holding her head against his crotch. I lay there, watching his long, thin dick going in and out of my sister. His balls hung down and swung back and forth, banging against her chin every time he rammed deep into her throat. Then he shuddered and cried out, and pushed his rod all the way in and held it there. She gagged again, and swallowed, and then slowly Tim pulled out. "That was great,' he said. 'You're the best goddamn cocksucker I know.' Nancy looked up at him, then kissed his prick gently. 'You taught me how,' she said, then put her arms around his legs and hugged him tightly. Tim looked down at me, and then sat down next to me, staring at my dick. He reached out and touched it. "That's a biggie,' he said enviously. 'How come you're so thick, Milton? You been jacking off, huh?' Nancy laughed. 'Not anymore, he won't,' she said, pushing Tim's hand off my cock and taking it herself. 'I'll suck him off any time he wants. It's beautiful.' She bent down and kissed it again, and right then I felt like the biggest guy in all New York. I didn't feel at all guilty about what had happened. I'd had my first piece of tail. Well, maybe not tail, but I'd had my first sex with a girl, and because it happened to be my sister didn't bother me at all. Not then, it didn't, only later.
"I leaned over and hugged Nancy and told her how great it had been. She pushed me away with a laugh and told me not to get so mushy. 'It's your cock I want, not you,' she said. 'Tim's the one I dig for love.' I guess I might've felt upset at that, but I didn't. At least I had a good cock that I knew girls would be after once they knew about it, and I could see myself becoming very popular with the girls. Now that I'd crossed the barrier, I felt little shyness about it. I even felt I could lick someone like Tim if we got into a hassle. I knew he was stronger, but I wasn't scared anymore. I had a bigger dick and that seemed to make it all right. The only thing right then I wanted was to do more with my dick, more than just have it sucked. I wanted to fuck, really ram it home between a girl's legs, and suck her tits and all.
"I reached over and touched Nancy's tits again. The nipples weren't hard anymore, so I played with them and felt them start rising. Her whole boob seemed to lift up and get firm. Tim lay next to us and started playing with one tit, while I touched the other. 'Come on, show us your cunt,' he said. 'I bet Milton wants to see it.' I felt real bold then. 'I want to fuck it,' I said, and they both laughed. 'Not up here,' said Nancy. 'But maybe over at Tim's place one night. Okay, Tim?' He nodded. 'As long as you bring Joan,' he said. 'We can all fuck up a storm. We'll show Milton all the tricks.' Wow, I wanted to go right then.
"At any rate, she lifted up her dress and spread her legs, and Tim and I lay with our heads down there and stared into that place I'd pictured in my mind for so long. There it was, right in front of me, close enough to lick, a bulging little mound covered with soft downy hair, and from the crack in the middle there was a glistening stream of juice oozing out. Tim put his fingers into it, and spread her lips open. Even in the glow of the lights and the moonlight, I was able to see the dark red shiny flesh in there. 'Lick it,' said Tim. 'Go on, Milton, eat your first pussy, baby.' I could've eaten a million pussies that night, I was so thrilled. I bent my head forward and stuck out my tongue. As it touched her, she shivered and raised her hips. 'Go on, push it in,' she said. 'Suck me.' I ran my tongue into her, feeling the hard nub of her clitoris nestling in there like a ripe olive waiting to be eaten. I sucked and licked, rubbing my tongue all around. It tasted real funny, kinda salty, but it made my mind take off. I found my cock starting to get hard again, and inside I was trembling with excitement. I lifted up and stuck my fingers there, pushing Tim out of the way. I wanted to feel it, touch it, see what it was like. It was softer'n her tits had been, and every time I moved my finger, she wriggled and moaned. 'Faster, faster,' she said. 'In and out!' I began really finger-fucking her then, pulling and pushing into her warm cavern that seemed to be twitching and grabbing at my fingers as they entered her.
"It was the wildest sensation ever, and the more I touched her, the deeper I wanted to penetrate her cavity, to get every inch of sensation I could, and at the same time, make her reach her own climax. I knew from the way she was moaning and twisting that she was being pushed slowly upwards toward the ultimate peak of ecstasy. Much as she had said not to, I wanted to push my cock in her. I wanted to let my thick rod push that flesh aside, to probe deep inside her, to give her the thrills that I knew my throbbing joy stick was capable of. It was up there again, stiff and ready for action once more, but I knew it would be best not to. I had to wait for another time when we could really let go and enjoy it all to the fullest. So I let my fingers do the work, and with each thrust, I felt her juices flowing, running between my fingers and down between her legs, mixing with the downy hair that covered the enticing little hills around her crack. I could smell her passion as it oozed from her cunt, and the odor really turned me on. Even though nothing was touching my cock, I felt like it might just erupt again of its own accord.
"Then suddenly she gave a shudder. I felt her twat tighten around my fingers, and she cried out. I felt her flesh grip my fingers, quiver, more juices flowed, and she humped her hips in a vain effort to get more of my hand into her. She gripped both me and Tim with her hands and there was no mistaking the strength of her feelings.
"Finally she relaxed and sank back, gasping. 'Oh, that was wonderful,' she said. 'Best finger job I've ever had.' Tim laughed and said something about it not being as good as when he shoved his prick up there. 'We'll do that next time,' she said, and turned to me. 'We'll show Milton how to really get his jollies.' She got up and pulled her clothes on and straightened herself. Tim and I tucked our cocks back in our pants and zipped up.
"That night, I lay in my bed, my hand around my shaft and relived it all over again, letting my fingers take the place of Nancy's mouth, and bringing myself once more to a climax. As my seed shot out over my pajamas, I pictured myself buried in her cunt, sucking her tits, biting her shoulders, and pushing my rod deeper and deeper into that wonderful smelling orifice between her legs.
"It was about a week before anything else happened. I might say that I noticed a difference in Nancy's attitude toward me around the apartment after that. I guess I'd proved to her I wasn't just her skinny little brother. I was a guy with something she liked and wanted, and it was something I could really be proud of. I knew I was bigger than Tim, even if he had a bigger body with more muscle. I had a big cock, and I learned that's what a girl-likes.
"The next time was when Nancy and Joan told our parents they were going to a movie with Tim and his friend. Nancy told me to meet them at the corner later. I was going to be 'the friend.'
"I told my dad I was going out, then I split and met the girls and Tim on the corner. Tim said we were going to his place, as his parents were away that night in Scranton, visiting relatives. He was alone at home, which made it real nice. He lived down on 33rd Street, in one of those nice new apartment buildings, all steel and concrete and glass. Real high class. We went into his place, and I knew then we were going to have a wild time. He had soft lights, a real groovy stereo, a big double bed in his room, and we were all alone! We went into the bedroom, and Tim told us to take off our clothes. Joan was a little shy, and said we should mess around a little first, but Nancy laughed.
" 'Come on, why waste time?' she said, 'We're supposed to be home by eleven-thirty.' Nancy was always a little wilder than Joan, even though she said Joan had been playing around with boyfriends on the roof. Tim stripped off, and I did, too. I must admit I felt a little envious of Tim's body. He was a little taller than me and had muscles everywhere. But when it came to the crotch department, I had him there. Even Joan whistled as she came over and inspected my meat. She turned to Nancy and said she hadn't been lying. 'It is bigger and thicker,' she said, putting her hand down and squeezing it. It was already kinda stiff just from the mood we were in, and from the excitement of seeing the girls get naked with us.
"Tim came over, grabbed Joan, and started playing with her tits. 'Go on, I want you to suck Milton,' he said. I knew then that Tim liked to watch just as much as fuck. He really got turned on by that. Joan giggled, but she bent down and took the end of my cock into her mouth, just for a second, then stood up again. Even those few moments sent shivers through me, and I got stiffer than before, with my rod standing out in front of me, waving in the air, and glistening from her spit. The end looked real slick, shiny and red as a tomato, and I could see there was already a drop of lube oozing out of the end. I was real hot and ready for action, but that night I knew I wanted more than just a blow job. I wanted it all, every bit of cunt I could get, and I didn't care if it was Nancy or Joan. Any pussy would do for me that night, I knew, and I was going to perform. I'd show them what it meant to have a good fuck, better than Tim, even if he did have more muscle than me. His cock was also stiff, but it was long and thin, like a banana between his legs. His was real white, while mine had blue veins down the side. Tim told me later that they looked real sexy. I think he was a little queer or something, especially after what happened in bed later. But I didn't care. I was out for sex, any kind, any way. I was raring to go.
"Tim got us all on the bed and made the girls lie down on their backs, legs spread apart. 'Okay, Milton,' he said. 'You take Joan. I'll take Nancy.' Nancy cried out, 'Hell, no, I want Milton's big cock first.' Joan reached for me and took my shaft in her hands. Tim laughed. 'Hell, they're fighting over you,' he said, and it was true. I had Nancy on one side, and Joan on the other, and they were both trying to get my cock in their mouths at the same time. Finally, Joan gave in and Nancy started sucking on me. Tim grabbed Joan and pushed her head down between his legs, and I saw his cock disappear between her lips, and she started sucking away. At the same time, Tim's hand went down between Joan's legs, and his fingers pushed into her snatch, and she wriggled her ass and spread her legs, letting him feel her up. I didn't try anything with Nancy. I wanted her to blow me for a while, and I watched as she took every inch of me, sliding deep into her mouth and down her throat, her tongue licking every bit of me as I entered her. It felt so wonderful, I just relaxed and let her do what she wanted. Her hands went to my balls, and took them up, playing with the sac, rolling the balls around and tickling them. Then I almost went through the roof as she pushed down toward my ass and her finger started feeling my ass-hole. Carefully, real gentle, her finger played around, touching the skin around my anus, and she timed her pressure there to match the way she slid her mouth up and down my dick. Every time she went down, she'd push her finger up against my ass-hole; then, as she lifted her mouth up, she let her finger trail around, up in that smooth place behind my balls. I thought I was going to pop my nuts it felt so good. Slowly she pushed her finger in until it was inside my ass, right up there, feeling my shaft inside me. I could sense her finger pushing around there, adding to the delight her mouth was giving me on the outside. With her other hand, she kept pulling on my balls, stretching them down and making my prick stand up even stiffer than before, and making the head feel like it was ready to burst. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer at this rate. I could feel the slow surge deep within my groin. I started humping my hips, driving my cock deep into her throat, in and out, and I started moaning. She knew what was happening, and she seemed to clamp her mouth even tighter around me, and push her finger deeper into my ass, and then I came, shooting into her mouth with a force I'd never felt before. Maybe it was the finger up my ass that did it. All I know is I had the wildest sensation as I shot, like it was all welling up against the end of my prick, and then, wham! out it came, load after load, until I was done. When I sank back, I was satisfied like I'd never been before. I remember Nancy gulping and then lifting her head up and saying she thought I'd flooded into her, or something like that. The others didn't say anything, they were too busy themselves. I guess I was so excited I came quickly, but Tim was still going strong with Joan, who was sitting between his legs, sucking away.
"I glanced over and saw his body flexing, his muscles tightening and shoving his hips into her mouth, while his cock slid in and out between her lips. Joan had a real thin body, but nice tits. Nancy was a little plumper, but in the boob department, they were both okay. About the same size, but who cares? Tits are tits, and they're there to be sucked on, felt, and played with. Even though I felt my prick going down after my orgasm, there was still a thrill as I watched. Then I realized what Tim meant by watching and grooving on it. It's great, and as I looked at Joan, I felt a good shiver in my loins even though I couldn't get hard then, I knew.
"Nancy scooted round and told me to suck her. I told her I'd do it if I could fuck her afterwards, when I got hard. She laughed. 'I'll get you hard in five minutes,' she said, reaching for my dick and starting to play with it again. Her fingers felt real slick and slippery around it, as it was still wet from her spit and my come. I went down, pushing my nose between her legs and smelling her love juice once more. Slowly I slid my tongue up her thighs, around her crotch, feeling her downy hair rub on my lips, and then I buried my tongue in her crack, searching for her clitoris which I knew was there, hard and ready to be sucked on. She grasped my prick even tighter as I licked her pussy, and she let out a moan. 'More, more,' she said. 'Jeez, I love it.' That really turned me on even more, and I felt myself getting stiff. Jeez, it had only been a few minutes before when I'd shot my come into her, and here I was getting hard again so soon. It must have been the whole scene, not just the fact that she was playing with my prick.
"I heard Tim cry out and the bed shook as he humped Joan and shot his load into her and she gagged and gurgled as she swallowed his come. I was busy with Nancy's pussy, though, licking away, letting my lips taste every bit of her slick warm flesh inside her cunt lips and rubbing across that hard little lump that I knew made her feel even better. I tried to push my tongue further into her, but I knew it was my cock that would only get in there, really do the trick and make us both climb as high as we could, up to that ultimate feeling that I wanted to experience so badly. Just the thought made my prick flex and jerk and get back into shape, ready for what I planned to do to Nancy. I knew that she was getting hotter every minute, and she opened her legs wider and wider, trying to let me in as far as my mouth would go. She was panting and crying out and I knew she was almost there. Suddenly I lifted myself up, and before she could move, I shoved my crotch up between her legs and felt the end of my rod touch her cunt lips and penetrate. She stared at me, cried out, but then I slipped in, through all that warm, tight, slick flesh into her cunt, way inside, my thick rod pushing aside her quivering pussy, sliding over her clitoris and into the cavern beyond where I knew she wanted to feel me, experience my cock within her. She gasped and her hands came forward, grabbing my shoulders and then around my back as I lay on top of her, my hips driving that thing in and out of her so fast it made my head swim. With each thrust, I felt the walls of her cunt grab me and send prickles down to my balls and back. Her tits were rubbing across my chest, feeling real bouncy, her nipples feeling hard against my skin and giving me extra chills of ecstasy.
"I was fucking] For the first time in my life, I was fucking a cunt! Her nails clawed into my back and I felt them ripping across me as she blended her hips with my rhythm, pushing up to meet me as I rammed home, and from her mouth came a string of words I never thought I'd hear from my sister. She cussed, she said everything in the book and more, and with every word I felt myself getting more and more excited, knowing what my big dick was doing to her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, almost squeezing the breath out of me, but giving me better access to her moist, dripping snatch that was wanting every inch of my cock. I heard Tim and Joan saying something, and I knew Tim was watching, lying down close to see me push that thing in and out of Nancy. The bed was creaking and bouncing. We were really having at it, and with every lunge, it felt better and better.
"Nancy was shaking all over, and finally her body seemed to go in ten different directions at once and she cried out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming, YOU BIG-COCKED STUD!' and I felt her snatch clamp around my dick and warm juices flowed around and were pushed out of her crack. I could feel them on my balls as they slapped against her ass every time I hit home. It was too much for me, and I felt my dick catch fire and shoot again, deep into her, spurting my come inside her pussy. Oh, wow! that was the greatest moment of all that night for me. I heard Tim laughing and felt his hand push up and touch my balls, trying to get his fingers in there and feel it. Then I collapsed on top of Nancy, and she lowered her legs and told Tim to get the fuck away and screw Joan. She lay there with her eyes closed, and her hands traced little circles on my back, down to my ass, all over, making me tingle and glow even more after
I'd shot my load. She said finally that it was the best fuck she'd ever had.
"That was when Joan came over and said she wanted some. Tim got kinda mad, because he wanted to fuck her, but she felt my dick and said that's what she wanted up her. Nancy told her she'd have to wait awhile, and I knew right then she was right. I'd shot twice already and I'd never shot three times before in a short space of time. Once I jacked off twice one night and then again in the morning, but I'd had a few hours sleep between.
"But Joan wasn't worried about that. All she wanted was my big dick to play with, to suck on, and fuck her if it'd get hard again. I let her go ahead and fondle me, try and coax that thing into stiffness again. I looked over and Nancy had started fooling around with Tim's dick. 'Hey,' she said to Joan, you like a mouthful. Take them together.' I didn't know what the hell she was talking about until she showed me.
"She had Tim and me sit facing each other, with our crotches pushed against each other, and Joan stuck her head down between our stomachs and took both our cocks in her mouth. Tim and I were both still soft, so I guess it was easy, but it was really wild. I had to put my arms around Tim, and he hung on to me to keep us from falling over. I looked down and watched as Joan's head bobbed up and down, sucking Tim's cock and mine at the same time. It was the weirdest feeling. Tim started getting upset, getting hard, and I did, toe. Not real hard hard, just thick enough to make it stand out a little. Hell, I knew I had to wait awhile. At least, that's what I thought, but the more Joan sucked, the more I felt myself rising, and I could see Tim was, too. He was holding me close and pushing his face close to mine, and I could feel his breathing on my cheek. Then suddenly he moved his mouth over and kissed me. At first, I didn't know what to do, I was so surprised. I heard Nancy giggling, and then when Tim's tongue pushed between my lips and started licking me inside my mouth, I really flipped.
"I pulled away and told him to lay off, was he queer or something, and then they all laughed and said that in a foursome, anyone could do anything, and there was nothing wrong in that. Tim said he'd teach me how to kiss properly, and he clamped his lips back on mine. Even though I wasn't sure what I should do, I had to admit it felt good. I'd never had a girl kiss me like that, so I put my tongue against his, and, wow I I could feel my hard on come right back, real fast, real stiff. I heard Joan gagging, and then she pulled off and said she couldn't get both our cocks in her mouth hard.
"Tim pulled away, and we lay down on the bed. I saw my dick was sticking straight up. Without a moment's delay, Joan straddled me and lowered her cunt over the end. As it touched her cunt lips and slid in, she gasped and lifted up. 'It's a goddamn telephone pole,' she said, and Tim and
Nancy laughed, and they rolled into each other's arms and Tim started fucking Nancy, humping his dick into her pussy real fast. Joan lowered her ass some more, and finally my whole prick slid into her. She was tighter'n Nancy had been, and it felt great. She began twisting and turning her body, grinding her hips down on my dick, and I felt it slide up into her slippery wet cavern and then out again, almost all the way out, and then, whaml She'd drop down on top of it and it'd go all the way in again. I reached up, grabbed her tits, and began playing with them. .
"I loved the feel of her breasts, the way they hung down like oversize grapes, long, and her nipples were bigger'n Nancy's, hard and firm. I rubbed my fingers over them and felt her pussy twitch every time I did it. I wasn't sure if I was going to come again, but I knew that Joan was almost there. She was panting, moaning, and her nails dragged across my chest and grabbed me. 'FUCK ME! FUCK ME!' she kept saying, her body dripping with sweat. I could feel it running down her sides and between our bodies every time she came down and rested her ass on me. Her eyes closed, and she seemed to be carried off into another world by her feelings, which I know must have been just as good as Nancy's, who had said I was the best fuck she'd ever had. So I didn't really care right then whether I was going to come or not. I knew there would be another time, and right then, as long as Joan got her jollies, I didn't care.
"I'm not, even now, all hung up on coming. Fucking can be just as much fun even if you don't shoot your load, especially after shooting twice. I like to go down on a chick, and I love it when they do me that way, too. You can make it last longer, too.
"Right then, Joan wasn't going to last much longer, I could tell. She was twisting and moving herself up and down on my cock, pushing it in as far as she could, and then rising up off it, faster and faster. Then she cried out real loud and sat down, plunging it deep inside her. I felt her twat contract and grip my shaft and a big warm wet hand seemed to enclose my cock, wrapping it in pleasure like I couldn't even describe. Maybe I came, too; I really couldn't tell. If I did, it didn't feel like I shot off, but just had this groovy feeling all down my prick, my balls, everywhere. Then Joan collapsed, leaning over on top of me with her tits against my chest and her face against mine. She didn't try to kiss me or anything. She or Nancy never did want to kiss; they just wanted to fuck or suck or mess around. They told me later they really dug sucking my dick because it was so nice and thick. Nancy also liked to suck my ass-hole, and that really drove me up a wall, it felt so good.
"We all went into the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we went home, but that was only the beginning. After that first night at Tim's place, we got together lots more. His folks went out of town a lot, which gave us the place to go. And after the first time, we did lots of other things. Tim even sucked my dick one night, which made me think again he was queer, but Nancy told me guys did that, too, and as long as girls were there, it didn't mean anything wrong. He even wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I didn't go for that shit. There was a pussy there, and that's what I figured was for fucking, and Tim and I did plenty of that. When we couldn't go to his place, we'd go on the roof and let the girls suck us off. It went on for weeks, months, and then I started wondering how it was going to end. Maybe I got tired of them, and wanted some other girls.
"But anyway, after I started thinking more about it, I got to feeling guilty, and that's why I told my dad. I don't know why I did it, really. Maybe I'm stupid, but then, sometimes we do things without thinking, or because we feel we should. I guess if it hadn't been my sisters, it'd been some other girls, so why should they be any worse. Mother called them whores, but I think that's just because they did things with me. Anyway, I don't think I want to mess around with them anymore. I want to find a girl of my own to go with."
After several sessions with Milton, the psychiatrist realized that the young man was extremely confused about sex. His forced indoctrination by his sisters had, admittedly, broken the ice for him and helped him overcome his innate shyness and reserve. However, his sisters' demands on him during those first few months proved too much for him to handle. He realized that his penis size had much to do with their feelings for him, but his sensitive nature demanded more than mere animalistic sex. He was craving the love and affection which would make the act more than mere physical release.
His parents' reaction, too, did nothing to help his guilt feelings. Although his father was more inclined to be understanding, Milton knew his mother's attitude was irreconcilable until she could be made to face the reality of the situation.
The psychiatrist brought in Milton's parents and talked with them, explaining that Hilda's over-protectiveness for her only son had hindered his normal sexual development outside the family. Nothing could be done about the experiences with his sisters, and the episode would be best forgotten if Milton was to mature into adjusted manhood.
Milton continued seeing the psychiatrist for a period of a year. By this time, his relationship with his parents had leveled off. His sisters married and left home, and finally Milton himself met a young girl and began dating her regularly. When their relationship developed into intimacy, he found his experiences with his sisters had given him a solid basis for sexual satisfaction. When he finally married, he had completely adjusted to a normal, mature relationship which soon erased all guilt feelings of his earlier conduct with his sisters.
FIVE COME ONE, COME ALL
"I had played around a little before, when we were all kids together, but this was something else again. Here I was in bed with my two brothers, but this time my two sisters were with us, and we were all getting wilder every minute. I don't know who started it, really. Maybe it was because Steve had said, as ma and pa were out for the evening, we could have a little fun, and he had looked at Gail and I knew they'd been doin' something already. I guess they knew how, because Gail had Steve's cock up her snatch while she was sucking on Carl's dick at the same time. I watched them as Sondra played with my rod. It felt so good, I wondered why I felt kinda scared. But then, I also thought we should have done this before. It was lotsa fun. We'd had to sleep in the same room for years, and there'd always been a lot of kidding around about sex, but apart from jacking off now and then, I'd never had anything to do with my brothers or sisters. Not the way we were then. We were all fucking and sucking and doing all those things I'd only dreamed about.
"I got a charge out of watching Steve go at it with Gail. Steve was like our pa, very tall, very well built for nineteen, and real good-looking. I often wished I could be like him when I grew up. He had told me and Carl once about getting his first piece of tail, somewhere in downtown Chicago one weekend. Steve was only twelve then, and Carl and I didn't believe him until he took out his cock and showed us how red it was, still slightly swollen, and he squeezed it to get the last drop of come out of his tube. Only then we believed him, and not long after this, he told us he was goin' to screw the girl in the next apartment, so Carl and I hid on the fire escape and watched through the window. We were so excited we reached for our dicks and jacked off, even though neither of us were old enough to come then.
"Now, with our two sisters in bed, it was different. We'd all had some sort of sex, even if mine had only been jerking myself off. I loved to lay there and watch Steve, who was on his back, letting Gail do all the work. She was a good-looker, that sister of mine, with long black hair and real white skin, all over except her boobs, which had those dark little circles around the hard round nipples that stood up, rubbing across Steve's chest as she squirmed around, twisting her ass so that Steve's big, thick cock could reach deeper into her cunt. She was moaning and making funny sounds in her throat as she lifted her butt up and down on his rock-hard shaft, while her mouth licked up and down Carl's cock, also stiff as a board. I wondered why she had her eyes closed when it was so much fun to watch, to see everything that happened.
"I really admired Steve, always have, and have always been jealous of his dick, which is bigger'n Carl's or mine. I loved to watch it then, pushing itself deep inside that hairy opening between Gail's legs. I hoped I'd be doing that soon myself. I knew Gail liked Steve because of his big dick, but I felt mine was big enough and I could make her feel just as good as he could. Steve had told me once that it's best not to come soon, to make it last. The way Gail was lifting her body up and down, and snapping at his cock with her cunt, made me wonder how much longer Steve could last before shooting in her. I watched his shaft coming out almost all the way, until I could see the red head glistening with love juices, then ramming inside again, sliding between those dark sticky hairs into the cavern deep within, where Gail's own experienced organ was massaging its length and bringing him to a peak of ecstasy.
"Steve simply lay back and let her move her body on top of him. He sometimes reached up and tweaked her tits, but did nothing else. I guess he was happy enough just to let her do the fucking while he lay back and enjoyed it, a big grin on his face. Gail's mouth was now going up and down Carl's cock, taking it all the way into her throat. I knew it must've been all the way in because she could push her tongue out and lick his balls while his penis was still in her mouth all the way. I knew how good he must've been feeling, because Sondra was still playing with my dick, making me shake and quiver all over. I turned back to watch her while she did me.
"Sondra was not so pretty as Gail, but she had nice, small rounded tits, and narrow hips, more like a boy's than a girl's. Her warm tongue was caressing my shaft, pushing the skin way back and nibbling on the end. I liked that, and always told my brothers they missed half the fun in sex without a foreskin. For some reason, they were both circumcised, but I wasn't. I always felt I had one up on them because of my foreskin, which was long and hung all the way over the head, giving me lots to play with. When we all used to jerk off together, I never used to have to spit on my dick like they did. That foreskin was better.
"I went on watching Sondra as she licked around the head, taking her time, and letting each touch of her lips and tongue send fire through my loins. It was great, and I'd always liked having my dick sucked. It hadn't happened that often, let me tell you, but enough to let me know that I preferred it to fucking, because I lasted longer. I could lie and let someone suck on me a long time before coming. Sondra knew how to give a good blow job, too, and she loved it.
"Steve's cock was still pumping into Gail's twat, and they had settled down to a fast, steady rhythm, and I could tell they were both reaching the end of the road. They were sweating like mad, and Steve had started groaning. Carl was humping his hips, driving his rod in and out of Gail's mouth, faster and faster. I got real excited and grabbed Sondra's head and jammed it down on my prick. I figured if my brothers were gonna come, I wanted to as well, and make it a big wonderful threesome without popping our nuts at about the same time. I must've timed it right. Just as I felt my balls explode and my seed shoot down my length into Sondra's waiting mouth, I heard Steve cry out, and Carl cuss like he always did when he shot, and the bed rocked up and down as we all shook and pumped ourselves dry. It was the best goddamn gang-fuck I'd ever had."
There "have been many tales about the sexual laxity of parents and children growing up in the slums of large cities. Overcrowding and poverty are fertile seedbeds for all manner of intimacies that might not occur under more ideal environmental conditions; also, many children might not enter into the world of adult sex practices so early, were it not for the enforced proximity of sleeping quarters.
Such was the case of the H-family, moving from the rural area of Illinois into Chicago, back in the late fifties. Martin H-had come from an itinerant farm family, and married his wife Sarah early in life. By the time they had lived in Chicago for five years, degenerating from a back room in Oak Park to a three-room tenement in the ghetto area of the city, their family already numbered three: Steve, the oldest, Gail, and Carl. As time passed, two more were added: Sondra, and the last and youngest, Ray.
Martin, not overly capable or ambitious, worked at a variety of jobs, all of them unskilled labor, and his take-home pay was barely enough to keep food on the table and clothes on his family's backs. Sarah also worked occasionally as a waitress, but her yearly childbearing had wreaked its toll on her health. She spent more time in free clinics than she did at work, but, despite her frail body and constant feeling of lassitude, she submitted to her husband's unending sexual demands.
Martin had two passions in life: his wife and the pleasure she could give him in bed, and his church. He and Sarah were devout members of the Brethren of United Children, a small church in their neighborhood that resounded almost nightly to the hysterical voices of its congregation who found temporary warmth and spiritual solace away from the cramped and depressing buildings they lived in.
Sarah always took the children with them when they were younger, but as they began reaching puberty, their interest in the church waned. Steve, very like his father, experienced sex for the first time at the age of twelve, and immediately told Carl and Ray, who breathlessly listened to the account of what had happened.
Gail and Sondra were both violated before they were thirteen, and even though Sarah was informed of the fact, she realized there was little she could do. Martin swore to kill the boys who had ruined his daughters, but his anger was as fleeting as his concern over his girls' future.
All the children were forced into two rooms: the boys in one, the girls in another, while Martin and Sarah slept in the living room. Their marital sex was no secret to the children, who often would lie awake and listen to the noises that rose in intensity until Sarah's final moans signaled the climax of the act for another evening.
Steve began working after school when he was fourteen, and Gail brought home additional income from piece work at a garment factory, working a few hours daily. The children were more than aware of their poverty as well as of their parents' laxity over their upbringing. Many times Martin and Sarah would go to church after supper, leaving the children alone in the apartment. Despite strict remonstrances about going out, the parental restrictions were ignored. The boys and the girls would sneak out and find whatever diversion they could before getting home prior to the end of the church services.
Steve's sexual exploits became the envy and wonder of Carl and Ray, neither of whom could not wait until he was old enough to participate. Steve informed them both of all his conquests, both male and female, as well as his occasional pimping on the side to make a few extra dollars. It soon became obvious to the boys that their sisters were also indulging in sex for fun and profit. One night, while Martin and Sarah were out at church, Steve grabbed his sister, Gail, and started playing with her breasts. The others were very amused by this, and the playful carrying on soon became serious. The brothers and sisters ended up together on the bed, indulging in oral and vaginal intercourse as well as various forms of sex play.
To all except Ray, the episode was merely another night of fun and games, indulged in among themselves rather than outside the apartment with strangers. For Ray, who was only fifteen at the time, it was his first taste of sexual relations. He had masturbated before, both alone and with his brothers, but had never experienced a girl. It spelled out to Ray the beginning of a new outlet for his burgeoning sexual curiosity. The episode was repeated again several nights later, and then with regularity, until Ray had become as proficient as his older brothers in all variations of sex. While Steve and Carl had the good sense to keep their activities to themselves, Ray's pride in his accomplishments led him to boast about it to other boys at school.
Overheard by a teacher, Ray was questioned. He denied anything he had said to his friends; however, the teacher's curiosity was not satisfied, and the matter was reported to the school office. The result was an investigation. Brought before a psychiatrist, Ray broke down and told part of the story of his family life and his sex activities with his sisters and brothers. It became obvious that the boy had been indoctrinated by his older brothers, and they were all interviewed by a psychiatrist to assess the seriousness of the case. By this time, Martin and Sarah had been informed of the situation, and, on their parents' insistence, the boys complied with the visits to the psychiatrist, at which time they told their story. Steve, being the oldest, was interviewed first.
"I started real young, when I was twelve. I was messing around downtown one night when this young chick came up and said I looked like a groovy lay. I've always looked older than I am, and when she said that, I sure as hell wasn't gonna tell her different So she took me around the back of one of the buildings and into a little doorway. She pulled me to her and started kissing me. I'd never had any girl kiss me like that before, you know, with her tongue down my throat, licking around, and all the time her hand was feeling my cock, which was getting hard so fast I didn't know what was happening. Before I knew it, she had unzipped me and hauled out my meat, playing with it, squeezing it, and almost making me come right then. She bent down and began sucking it, and her lips around it were like fire on my skin, sending shivers through me. I could feel my balls just about ready to burst. She raised her face up and told me I had a real good cock, nice 'n' thick, and she wanted it up her twat.
'She lifted her dress and pushed against me. I felt the end of it touch between her legs, and it was all sticky and soft down there. She guided it in, and then I just started humping her, in and out. For the first time, I was screwing a chick. I was so hot by then, I popped my nuts in about a minute, and all the time she was squirming around and saying how wonderful it felt in her, and that her cunt was loving it, and all that shit. I shot off, pumping away like mad, and then I pulled out. She dropped her dress, kissed me, said that was groovy, and walked off. I never saw her again. Hell, I was floating ten feet off the ground and couldn't wait till I got home and told Carl and Ray about it
"They were real envious, and at first didn't believe me until I showed them my dick. It was still kinda swollen and red from the fucking. After that I fucked around a lot, getting sucked and fucked. I even had a coupla queers go down on me once, and one gave me ten bucks to fuck him in the ass, which was great. I've even screwed girls that way. Assholes are tighter'n pussy any day, let me tell you.
"Anyway, you want to know about my screwing my sisters. That only started when I was about seventeen, I guess. Gail was sixteen then. She's a year younger'n me. I knew she'd been catting round
'cos one guy who fucked her told me about it. Said she was a real good lay, too, and gave the best blow job he'd ever had. So, one night, I took Gail outside in the alley and told her if she didn't blow me, I'd tell pa she'd been fucking around. She laughed and said she'd wanted to blow me ever since she saw me in the bathroom one day naked, with a hard on. I guess I was jacking off in the shower or something. Anyway, she went down on me, right there in the alley, and boy, did she do me! She knew how to wrap those lips around my dick and go to town. Up and down, in and out, she was so good I came real fast. After that we used to have sex quite often, but always blow jobs, never any fucking. I guess it was 'cos we didn't have a place. There was always someone at home. Gail also told me once that she liked blowing a guy better than getting fucked. She said she liked the taste of a cock, the come, everything about it. Also, she said, she was dead certain that way she wouldn't get knocked up, either. Back then she wasn't taking the pill like she is now.
"I never told Carl or Ray about having sex with Gail. I told them about ther chicks I'd been with, but something told me it wouldn't do any good to mention it. Not then, anyway. Also, there was Son-dra. She's two years younger'n Gail, but she fucks around just as much. I think she always suspected something went on between Gail and me, but she didn't know for sure until we all climbed in the sack that first night.
"I really don't know why it happened. Ma and Pa had gone to church like they always did, and we were all at home together. I planned to go out, like I usually did, but Gail came into my room and we were just horsing around. I grabbed her tits and started feeling her up. Just then, Sondra walked in. She wanted to know what we were doing, and I reached into Gail's blouse and took out her one tit, and squeezed it. 'We're gonna fuck, that's what,' I said, kidding, but Sondra thought we were serious. She came over and said she wanted in, too. Carl and Ray must've heard, and they came in, and then one thing sorta led to another. Gail took off her blouse and started shaking her boobs, first in my face, then at Carl, and he bent down and began sucking them. Ray just stood there, his eyes bugging, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Then Carl told Gail to take off her skirt; he wanted to see her pussy. She looked at me, and I told her to go ahead, that I'd eat it for her. I turned to Ray and told him it was time he found out about fucking and sucking, and the next thing, we were all naked on the bed, and really getting into it.
"Ray just wanted to watch, so I lay on my back and let Gail do all the work. I like it better that way anyway. I liked to watch her lips as they curled around the end of my dick like she was eating a big ice-cream cone, and then she let it slide all the way in until it hit the back of her throat I knew from the way Gail gave a blow job that I'd come real soon if she went on that way, and I wanted to shove it up her snatch. So I told her to sit on it, and she could suck Carl off. She thought that was real wild, having sex with two at the same time. She said she liked Carl's dick, anyway. It was kinda longer than mine, with a real wide head on it. I'm thicker than him, but he's longer. Who cares? I know I got a good-size cock, and I know what to do with it, so I don't care about what anyone else has got. That's for the chicks to worry about.
"So Gail climbed on and lowered her ass down. I felt the end of my cock touch her cunt lips, which were wet and slick from her juices that were oozing out of her crack. She pulled her lips open and let the head go in, just an inch or so, and then twisted and snapped at it. I knew it was rubbing on her clitoris, and she liked that. Maybe that's why she-likes it when you go down on her. She says she-likes being sucked by a guy as much as sucking a cock. Maybe her clitoris is real sensitive. I don't know. But she held her snatch over my cock and just let the end rub in and out. It felt good to me, and I got a charge out of the way Ray and Carl were looking at us. Gail bent down and started sucking on Carl's cock, and Sondra had started playing with Ray. Wow, that baby brother was out of his skull. He's got a real wild-looking piece of meat, lots of skin on it, and Sondra was pulling it back and forth over his head, and I could see him dripping with lube and jerking and throbbing as he watched. He was really getting his jollies, especially the way Gail was fucking my dick.
"When she let it slide all the way in, she gasped and said something about it being big. I knew this. Other chicks had already told me. She had a real tight little cunt, and I was really pushing the sides as I slid in, feeling that warm hot wetness surround my shaft and send me into another world. Carl had reached over and began biting her tits, closing his mouth around those nipples. I could see they were hard as marbles, swinging in front of her each time she moved, getting my cock into her snatch more and more, faster and faster. I felt her twitch inside, and it sure made my prick feel good, right down to my balls and out my ass. She had a tight pussy, and she knew how to work it. Every time she'd raise up, she'd clamp together real tight and then sink down, and I felt it drag against the side of my dick, real tight, but it was slippery enough so I slid in all the way and hit bottom, and then she'd twist and grind a while before letting up.
"We were all real horny and excited and I guess that made us all come quick. I know I usually last a while, but that night, Gail was really making it feel good, better than ever, and her sucking on Carl was getting to him. Ray and Sondra were making it, too. She was sucking on him like it was going out of style. We were getting there together, and then I felt it coming, right from my balls, shooting up all the way into Gail's pussy, and
Carl and Ray popped their nuts, too, and that fucking bed was about to fall apart from all the action.
"That was the start of it. I mean, us all fucking together. Carl 'n me had messed around before, but that was the first time for Ray, and I know it blew his mind. After that, he wanted to do nothing but fuck, and, as Gail and Sondra were right there, why not? They dug his cock. They both said so. They said Carl 'n' me were okay, but Ray's dick, with all that skin around it, really turned them on. So Ray had it made. Every time we could, we'd haul off and fuck together. My old man never knew a goddamn thing about it He and ma were out praying for their souls every night, but we were home getting our kicks. It was wild. And there ain't nothing wrong as far as I can see. Pussy's pussy, whether it's your sister or someone else's sister."
Steve's hardened outlook at age nineteen was indicative to the psychiatrist of the effect his environment and family situation had on him. His story was reiterated, more or less in the same words, by Carl, but the youngest, Ray, proved to have a slightly different attitude, indicative of a more sensitive nature which, the psychiatrist felt had been demoralized by the events with his brothers and sisters. Ray was rather hesitant at first to confess his story, but finally relaxed and related what had happened to him.
"Well, after that first time, lots of things happened. I guess the time we had the most fun, and the one which really helped me know more about sex, was when Steve, Carl, and I fucked Sondra. Gail was away somewhere, and Sondra said she felt like some fun, so we all went into the bedroom, and got naked on the bed. Sondra played with each one of us, making remarks about our dicks, and comparing them. She had me lie next to Steve, and she put our meat together, caressing us, pulling my skin all the way over the head and over Steve's head, making one long prick. We all thought that was gassy. Then she told Steve to lie back, and she started sucking on him. He-likes that, just letting the girl do the work, I mean. She said she liked him because he had such a groovy body. Hell, he's the oldest, and he's real muscular anyway. He's always looked older than he really is, which is probably why he started getting laid early.
"She told him what a nice strong body he had, and ran her fingers along his shoulders, down across his chest and stomach while she closed her lips around his shaft. Then she put her fingers around his balls and tickled them. He told her to play with his ass-hole, and she did better than that. She pushed her head between his legs, and I could see her tongue licking him under his balls, and then right down between his cheeks, until her mouth was over his anus and her tongue pushing in and around, making him squirm and start moaning.
"He said that felt real good, and I wanted some of it, too, so I pulled her off Steve and told her to start on me. I wasn't near as shy as I was before. Now I knew we were there for screwing and I wanted to experience everything I could. She scooted round and sucked on my dick, taking it in her hands and nibbling on the end. Then she got my skin between her teeth and slowly pulled it back, exposing the head, which she licked with her tongue, rubbing it round the top and underneath, across the end, and pushing into the cocks lit there. Oh, wow, it was the greatest feeling I'd ever had. I reached out for tits and started playing with them while she sucked me. I'd never felt anything so soft in my life. Sondra had real nice tits, with those hard little, nipples at the end. I rubbed my fingers over them and knew that she liked that, because she shivered when I did it and her mouth seemed to clamp down harder over my cock.
"It really turned me on, and I thought I'd shoot right then in her mouth, but I wanted that pussy. I'd been dreaming about it for a long time, and now I wasn't going to settle for less. I raised up, pushed her back, and started licking her tits, then down over her stomach, till I was face to face with it, that little mound with the soft hair around it and the juices oozing out, catching my nostrils and making me get even hornier than I felt before. Carl and Steve both laughed as I buried my nose in her snatch, smellng that musky odor and feeling the smoothness of her cunt lips. I pushed my tongue into her, licked around, and then spread her apart, stretching her labia open as wide as I could and looking into that crack for the first time. 'Blow him at the same time,' said Steve, and Sondra turned around and began blowing me even better than before.
"I took one look at her pussy and then down I went, tongue out, licking that flesh, feeling her hard little clitoris there, sucking away like mad. I could tell she dug this, because her mouth went wild around my dick, making me feel better than before. 'Fuck her, fuck her!' said Carl. I could see him and Steve playing with their cocks as they watched, jerking themselves. I lifted up and scooted around, pushing my cock between Sondra's legs. It wasn't hard to do. All the excitement and my sucking and all had made her crotch as wet as a duck's ass and my cock slid in between her legs. 'In her cunt, in her cunt!' Steve said, leaning forward and touching us. Sondra spread her legs and Steve pushed the head of my dick between her cunt lips.
"It was like I had red-hot coals on my crotch as I slid in all the way. I hit bottom, and then she started moaning and twisting her ass. I never thought anything could feel so good. She grabbed my face and kissed me, her tongue pushing into my mouth and licking around inside. I did the same, and started humping her, pulling my cock in and out. Steve and Carl moved down behind me so they could get a better view of my cock as it went in and out that hot dripping cunt of hers, gripping my shaft real tight. I heard Carl say, 'Go, go, man, go!' while his hand was jerking himself hard up and down. Steve was jerking, too, but real slow. I bent forward and closed my lips around Sondra's tits, licking the ends, feeling her hard nipples be-t w e e n my teeth. 'Bite them, bite them,' she moaned, and I closed my mouth and bit, not hard, but enough to make her jump; at the same time, I felt her twat flex and tighten around my shaft as I slid in and out. Wow! it was the most. I'd had some groovy jack-off sessions before, and sucking's okay, but to have my prick buried inside that cavern between her legs, that was the ultimate. I felt I'd reached heaven and was about to burst I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. I didn't want to, and then it started, way down deep inside me, that feeling that you can't stop. My balls seemed to be on fire, and then it came, shooting all up my prick, and out the end into the deepest parts of her belly, and with each load, I could feel her twist, cry out, and shiver, like she was feeling the same thing.
"I remember reading about girls getting their rocks off, too, and I felt so good, knowing that my thick prick was making her feel just as good, that she was climaxing the same time. She must have, because it felt like I was being squeezed tighter than ever before, her flesh draining every drop of come from my shaft as it pounded into her, throbbing, shooting, coming till it was over and I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and gasping. The sweat was pouring off us, running down our sides, just like all her juices and come and sweat were running down between her legs where my balls were hanging, resting against her ass after giving up their all. She hugged me tightly and said that was the best fuck she'd ever had, and I heard Steve and Carl saying that I should get off, it was their turn.
"I looked over and they both had roaring hard ons, and their cocks were red from all the jerking they'd done, and I knew they wanted some of that good pussy, too. I rolled off and felt my dick slide out of that warm resting place. As it slid out, her cunt gripped it again, pulling the skin back over the end, and it flopped out and lay across my leg. Steve was already on his knees, crawling forward, his shaft all ready to plunge into her. 'Over on your side,' he said. 'Carl's gonna get you in the ass at the same time.' I couldn't believe that. Both at the same time, one in the cunt, one in the ass. This I had to see to believe. But it happened.
"Sondra must've done it before for them, because she rolled on her side, her arms around Steve as he rammed his dick into her twat, sliding in and starting to hump her real fast. Carl went round the other side, spat on his dick to make it slick, then pulled her buttocks open and put his cock up against her anus. He pushed a little, and as I watched, the end of it disappeared up her ass. He slid his arms around her, grabbing her tits in front, and then he rammed his rod into her. I could hear her gasp, and then the three of them were fucking, in and out, Steve in front, Carl in the back. As Carl pushed in, Steve pulled out, and their rhythm got going, and Sondra's body was crushed between them, with Carl's fingers gripping her tits so hard I could see the marks on her white flesh. But she was loving it. She closed her lips over Steve's mouth and they kissed real hard, licking and sucking each other while their hips rotated, moved together to give each other the greatest pleasure. Carl, too, was having at it, fucking her ass just like a pussy. Both Steve and Carl were so hot, they didn't last long. After a few minutes, I heard Steve start moaning, and then he cried out, 'I'm there, Jeez! I'm coming!' and he rammed into her and held his quivering cock in her while he shot off. The extra thrill must've made Carl get there, too, because a few seconds later he screamed out and shook all over and bit Sondra's shoulder till she almost cried out, while he shot his load up her ass. Then they all relaxed, and Steve and Carl pulled their dicks out of her body and they all lay back, their eyes closed, drained for the moment.
"I wanted to see that pussy again. I still wanted to see what it looked like. Sondra just lay there, so I crawled down between her legs and pulled her cunt open. It was all wet and sticky from the come and her juices and all, and the sides were real red. I found her clitoris, which was still hard like a ball of bubblegum, and I played with it, licked it. Steve and Carl also came round, and we took turns licking her and eating her twat. I thought I'd never get hard again so fast, but all that pussy did things to me. I found I had a roaring stiff once more and wanted to fuck again. I climbed on and was just about to ram it in, when Sondra moved away. She said she'd had enough cock up her pussy that night, but she'd suck me off. She said she dug that because I had such a groovy-looking prick. So she went down on me while she played with Steve and Carl at the same time. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't take us up her cunt again, but Steve explained later that sometimes a girl can get fucked out, which wasn't surprising after all she had done that night with us. After she sucked me off, and I'd shot again in her, we lay back and I just stared at her. I still could hardly believe I'd fucked a pussy. I'd eaten one, too. And now she was lying next to me, stark naked like I was, and showing us everything I wanted, her tits, her twat, everything. She even talked about it, which was real gassy, too. She said that Steve knew more about how to do it right, because he did it slow and easy, which she said made her feel better than when it went in and out fast. Of course, when you're about to come, you go fast, but before then was what she was talking about. I remembered that afterwards, when I'd been able to get a little more practice in. That first time, though, I couldn't stop. I just had to keep going until it was over. She said she liked all our cocks, but she really dug mine because it was thicker and had lots of skin to play with. As we talked, she let her fingers run around it, touching it and tickling me all up and down, even down to my balls. I started getting hard again, but not real stiff like before. I guess I was fucked out myself right then, but it sure felt good having her play with me down there.
"Steve reached over and began playing wit her tits, real soft and gentle. Then Carl started jerking himself, and I almost flipped when he reached over and began playing with me, pushing Sondra's hand away. He said he wanted to feel that thing and see how it felt. I didn't mind because we'd all jerked each other off when we were kids a few years before, and I saw nothing wrong in it. But it surprised me that he'd do something like that when there was a girl on the bed. I've learned since that when you have more than one person with you in bed, anything can happen and anything goes. And I kinda dig it. In fact, once after that night, we were all real horny and Gail was out again, so Steve fucked Sondra, and I fucked her in the ass, and just as we were ready to shoot, I felt Carl climb up behind me and stick his dick up my ass. It was the first time ever, but he's not that big and he was real gentle, and it felt groovy. It made me feel even more sensation when I shot into Sondra's ass, like I was having my dick massaged on the inside as well as the outside. Now I don't care what kind of sex I have. It's all fun, it's all something to make you feel good, and I don't really care if it's a boy or a girl, my sister or whoever. Steve took me to downtown Chicago once and met this old John who paid me twenty-five bucks to go home with him. He sucked me off and then fucked me, and it was all right. He had a lot of pictures that really turned me on so I was horny as hell by the time he got around to wanting to fuck me. Steve sure gets around, and he told me when he's got enough loot stashed away, he's going to split and go to California.
"I guess I should've kept my mouth shut at school, but this other guy I know-likes to fuck, too, and wanted to come home and join in with us one night. I said this was okay; in the rest room I'd had a glance of his cock, which seemed bigger than anything I'd ever seen, and I wanted to watch him fuck Gail. I knew she liked big cocks, and his was a beaut. I took him home, and that night he and Gail and I got into it.
"She went wild when he took off his clothes and she saw that big thing hanging down between his legs. I was even surprised. Hell, I thought I was big, but this guy made me look like a midget. He had lots of skin, too, and when Gail pulled it back and his head popped out, I flipped. It was wide and flat, and real red, with a big slit at the end. Gails mouth went down over it, and she started sucking. I could see her lips stretched out around it, and as she went down the shaft, her cheeks were pushed out, it was so big. When it was all the way into her throat, there was still enough sticking out to grab. She put her fingers around it and started pulling and pushing it. He began moaning, saying how great she was doing and that he'd come soon, so he pulled out and told her to spread her legs.
"I lay down so I could get a good view. I was jerking myself, squeezing my own cock in time to their fucking. It felt great, and when he lowered that thing and pushed it between her cunt lips, I thought I'd pop my nuts right then. It was something out of sight, and Gail gasped as it slid in pushing her twat open wide, the sides gripping him. I know it must've been a tight fit. Slowly, he rammed it home and then began fucking her, in, out, real slow, and each time he pulled out, she twisted and humped, trying to keep it in. She sure liked it, and she went wild. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. I could see every bit of her crotch then, with that cock sticking in her hairy crack, with its juices oozing and dripping out, it was so tight. He pounded it into her, getting faster and faster as their climax approached. Gail was gasping and crying out, 'Fuck me, fuck me!' and he was holding her tightly, his hands digging into her as he held her to his body. Then with a massive shudder he rammed home. I was so excited, I leaned forward and licked her ass and then I shot off at the same time, my jism going all over them and the sheets, too. It was wild. We fucked for about four hours that night. I screwed
Gail and then she sucked him off, and we really had ourselves a ball.
"The next day was when I was talking at school and the teacher heard me. Hell, don't tell me she'd never heard of guys fucking around before. I know this: I've learned more from my brothers and my sisters than I would have anywhere else, and I know what to do now. So what the hell's wrong with that?"
The psychiatrist spent considerable time with all three boys, though his main interest and concern was for Ray, who was not only the youngest, but also the one whose inadvertent remarks at school had precipitated the case. It was obvious that despite the background of poverty and ghetto life, Ray would probably not have become involved in such sordid sex experiences had it not been for his older brothers and his sisters, whose own moral scruples were highly questionable.
Another cause that contributed to the children's early sexual maturity lay at their parents' door. Martin and Sarah were both highly physical individuals. Their sex life had been quite overt in the children's eyes, and despite their clinging to frequent church attendance, the parents had failed to keep a strict enough control over the children during their formative years. Poverty is no excuse for moral laxity, though the two often go hand in hand.
The psychiatrist called in Martin and Sarah together, and without going into the intimate detail described by the boys, he told them of what had been happening and asked them if they felt they were not to blame in some degree.
Sarah, enmeshed in religious dogma, condemned her children as having gone to the devil, and said that she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't force them to attend church, and it was too late to try and remedy the discipline in their home.
Martin, never an overly intelligent man himself, had little to say that indicated any rational course of action for a beneficial change in his family's life in the future.
Realizing the parents' blinding adherence to their church, the psychiatrist recommended that the pastor be brought in to talk to the boys and the two girls. It was obvious the situation had gone too far for anything but adult handling of the matter. The family was also given help in obtaining a better job for Martin, enabling him to afford a better neighborhood and a larger apartment where there was more privacy and an improved environment.
Although Steve and Carl finally left home and went out to lead their own lives on their own, Ray remained at home, and on his mother's urging joined her church. He began attending the young people's services once a week, which included supervised social activities that helped the young man adjust to a more settled attitude and a mature outlook toward relations with the opposite sex.
Conclusion
Oralism has been, and always will be, a basic part of sexual activity. It is a natural follow-up of the oral stage in inimagine which every man and woman goes through. The mouth is a source of gratification from the moment the child suckles at his mother's breast, right on through eating and drinking and oral contact during the various forms of sexual activity, and from kissing the lips and body to fellatio and cunnilingus.
However, many of those who confess an aversion to oral sex, are perhaps feeling the traditional antagonism toward this act. Age-old customs die hard and for too long the standard penis-vagina activity has been recognized as the norm, and any variations on it have been designated as being perverted or dirty. Which gets back to man's inherent desire to conform, to be part of the majority, and thereby to pave the way to social acceptance.
Harold Kelman, in New Perspectives in Psychoanalysis, has stated that it is not important what a person feels, as long as he is doing the right thing, the word "right" meaning that attitude which others expect him to have. This can often lead to a pattern of sexual behavior which combines a maximum of safety (approval) with a minimum of risk (potential disapproval), but at the price of the individual's vitality and impoverishment of personality. Applying this philosophy to oralism, we might presume that today, with increasing knowledge becoming available on the subject of sex and sexual practices, more people will begin to lose their aversion to an act which, basically, they might be eager to pursue in the first place, but were afraid to, either because of public censure or the disapproval of their partner.
Oralism in a family situation, as we have seen in this book, is most certainly a deviation from the norm, and like all forms of incest, is frowned upon by Western civilization. If the sex function were oral and an end in itself, there might not be the attitude that exists. But, as we have seen, oral activity can lead to more traditional forms of sexual intercourse, and the interbreeding among families, in some cases, to be detrimental to future generations. Therefore, sexual activity has been confined to members of non-related families, though incest does exist and is practiced, particularly by low-income rural groups for whom sex does not possess the moral restrictions imposed by society in general.
Freud's theory of probable sexual relations between those who are in constant daily contact, can certainly point the way to overt or subconscious oral desires in a family. The mother's kisses for her children during the early year are carried over into puberty and later, and who is to say whether a frustrated forty-year-old mother feels maternal or incestuous when she embraces and kisses her twenty-year-old son? Similarly with a father and his daughter, blossoming from the flat-chested child into an appealing young woman with obvious sexual appeal.
There can certainly be no approval given to oralism between parents and children, or between brothers and sisters. The stigma of incest still remains, and with cases that come to light, there can only be investigation into the circumstances and advice given to the parties concerned. As with all types of sex, once it has happened, it becomes an experience that may injure the party psychologically, or it may not.
The moral judgment is imposed by society, but the individual reaction is a personal matter; a child subjected to oral advances by a parent can mature into an adult with an adjusted, healthy outlook, or he may not, depending on his personality, his intelligence factors, and the length of time during which he has submitted to incestuous oralism. Even though oralism among members of a family is not an exceptionally common practice, the fact that it does occur makes it a legitimate subject of the student of human behavior.
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