"Dad didn't know anything about the stuff I'd seen him and mom doing in bed together. If he'd known all the times I peeked on them, he'd have known I wanted to do all the nasty things with him that I wound up doing. Especially if he could have seen me while I was sneaking a look at them-and watched what I was doing under my nighty with my hand! I mean, wow, it used to get me so hot just from seeing them I had to do something to get some relief or I'd have gone out of my mind.
"But since daddy dear thought my innocent little face told the whole story, I just let him go on thinking that. He was quite sure, of course, that my young mouth and pussy were just as innocent as my expression was, so why risk getting in trouble by letting him find out any different?
"But that was before I noticed him sneaking a few peeks at me. I'd noticed him start giving me the eye quite a while before, I guess, when I was only twelve. That's when I started my ninnies. I'm pretty sure that's what made him begin thinking of me as something besides just his 'little girl.' I'm proud of them right now, at thirteen, but they were darn near as big last year. Heck, I got an early start on getting them-I was only about eleven when I first saw my little nips swell some and by the next summer I could already tell I was going to have a nice pair of ninnies when I grow up. I think he was having the same thoughts.
"One night when mom was at a P.T.A. meeting he came into my bedroom real sudden-like and caught me with just my scanty little mini-slip on. He looked real flustered and made some excuse but I could see very well that he had an awful hard time taking his eyes off my naked top. He didn't fool me a bit. I knew he was digging the way my little twins were sticking out at him on my naked chest, all white and soft without my bra to hide them. I jerked the covers over me but I purposely gave him plenty of time to stare at them by pretending I didn't know he was there until he cleared his throat. I guess it was nasty of me, but heck, I was proud of them and wanted him to see them.
"Dad left my bedroom quick but I started getting ideas. I went to the bathroom right after he left and sat down on the stool, but I left the door partly cracked like I usually do when I'm just washing my hands before dinner or something like that. I kept thinking about what I'd seen him and mom doing when they were naked and it got me hot. So I raised the hem of my mini-slip up a little way and started fooling around with myself. I didn't even have any panties on under it so it was easy to slip my fingers right into the old groove in nothing flat.
"I learned how to frig myself when I was only eight or nine but I didn't get my cookies until I started spying on mom and dad. After that I could usually come off just by thinking about it. Especially the part when he would put his face down between mom's legs! I got myself hot as heck in just a few minutes. Boy, my hand was really moving under there! My ninnies were shaking on my chest like a couple of loose lemons and my finger was going to town in my warm little pussy. I could feel myself getting all wet down there and before long it was more than just warm, it was hot.
"That's when I heard dad outside the door. I think he must have heard the noise I was making with my hand against the fabric of my silky mini-slip. Anyway, I was so darn hot I couldn't have stopped then even if I'd wanted to-which I didn't. I wanted to do more than just frig it till I got my cookies. I wanted dad to get a good eyeful and see what he'd do. Normally I'd have been scared to do anything like that, but seeing the way he looked at my ninnies in the bedroom made me think he'd go for seeing me play with myself even more.
"Boy, was I right about that! He came right up to the door and just stood gawking at me for a long time. Then he pushed in and looked down at me with a real funny kind of stare. He didn't say a darn thing about how I was doing something nasty. He got right down on his knees in front of me and put his hand on my arm.
"He said, 'Honey, how long have you been doing that? Jesus Christ, you've already grown up right before my eyes and I didn't even notice it until tonight!'
"I didn't answer him though. He'd jerked my hand off my pussy just when I was about to come and I was so hot from it I just sat there squirming my butt around on the toilet seat and wishing he hadn't interrupted me at such a bad time. But he fixed that in a hurry and I loved it.
"He was real nervous by then and couldn't keep his cool anymore like at first. He took one of my ninnies in one hand and grabbed my naked leg with the other. He said some really whispery stuff and he was trembling so much I could barely understand him, stuff like, 'What a sweet little pair of tits ... what a beautiful goddamn pint-sized pussy ... oh shit, I don't care if you are my daughter."
"He was just kind of mumbling to himself when he said that but then he looked me right in the face and said, 'Don't ever tell your mom about this, you hear? If you do I'll blister your cute little ass for you good and proper! I'm going to show you what to do with all that new equipment you've got, Debbie, and you're going to like it a hell of a lot more than finger-fucking yourself, too. God ... if I'd know what a hot little pussy you had under your panties I'd have had my hands on you way before this!'
"He didn't wait to take my slip off like I'd seen him do with mom. He ran his hand up under it and grabbed me right in my little crack. He sat down on his ass and pulled me down beside him without even missing a beat. He'd already started fingering me and by the time I was sitting on his lap he had me as hot as I'd been before he jerked my hand out from under my slip. He put his mouth on my neck and began kissing me real wet and slobbery while he squeezed one of my ninnies with one hand and kept up the finger work hot and heavy with the other.
"I felt a big wet, hot flash between my legs and it made me want to touch him harder and tighter, so I threw my hands over his shoulders and hugged him around the neck. But he pulled down one of my hands and said, 'No, honey, that's not the way. Right here's where that goes!'
"And he pushed my hand onto the lump in his pants and said, 'Get it out, damn it-get it out and work on me like I'm doing you!'
"But before I even had a chance to do what he said he put his hand on the back of my neck and shoved my head down toward his crotch. It didn't really hurt but it sure let me know in a hurry what he wanted me to do. He jerked his fly open himself without even waiting for me to help and out jumped his big hard cock. Then he yelled, 'Go ahead and put your mouth on it, eat it for me, eat it up ... oh, shit, suck it good for me, you hot little cunt!"
The young teenager had worked herself into a frenzy of arousal at this point and was quite visibly excited at the memory of the incestuous act. She was perspiring freely and her voice had become nervous and stammering. There was little for me to do but postpone the rest of the interview until she was in a more relaxed state. I was forced to end the session temporarily, and did not resume it until after lunch.
The remainder of Debbie's statement is included in the complete account of her case history, which is presented in Chapter Four of this book. But it is at this time important that her story be examined within the context of a much larger body of knowledge-that which includes other examples of incestuous oralism among young girls.
Let me state from the outset that Debbie's case is by no means unique. The truth is that a surprising number of today's teenagers share her sexual perversion. I am speaking specifically of the numerous oral sex acts practiced by a young girl with her own father ... or mother! These young females exhibit a strong desire for incestual relations with a parent or parents, but their need can only be satisifed by oral acts. The "routine" genital-to-genital contact which characterizes most incestuous acts is not sufficient to gratify the precocious demands of these girls. The "oral daughters," if you will, are not happy until they have achieved mouth/-to-genital contact. Sometimes the girl craves the oral caress of her parent upon her own young organs and other times she even desires to place her mouth on the parent's genitals-but in every case history presented here the predominant focus is on daughters who perform oral sex acts.
The five detailed case histories which follow were selected from the numerous examples of "oral daughters" which came to light during my investigation. Most were based on data gathered by cooperating psychologists, social workers, medical doctors and youth parole officers. In one case it was even possible for me to interview the subject directly (an excerpt of which appears at the beginning of this Introduction). The names of all participants, of course, have been changed to protect their right to privacy. It is not the individual with which we are concerned here, but the social significance of the acts of sexual perversion which are performed by them.
With reference to the incest aspect of the material which follows, let us consult the authorities. Kinsey, in his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, states, " ... 5 per cent of those who had been involved report nine or more experiences during pre-adolescence. Repetition had most frequently occurred when the children were having their contacts with relatives who lived in the same household." Although all the subjects of the case histories in this book are in the 13-17 age range, and could not be classified as children, Kinsey's findings make it clear that incestuous contacts may often have a long history within a given family. With reference to the specific act of fellatio, Kinsey states, "In the younger generations in that portion of the sample which had not had pre-marital intercourse, only 2 per cent had attempted to stimulate the male genital orally ... the incidence was lower for the group which was born before 1910." Is there any doubt that a study of today's teenagers would reveal that the trend towards more and more active participation in oral sex has continued to increase?
In The Yankowski Report on Premarital Sex, by John S. Yankowski, he writes, "Some 71 per cent of all eligible male respondents and some 61 per cent of all eligible female respondents experimented sexually at one time or another with a sibling of the opposite gender; some 62 per cent of all eligible male respondents and some 59 per cent of all female respondents experimented at one time or another with a sibling of the same gender." We shall see from the case histories in this book that sexual contacts with siblings sometimes preceded such contacts with parents. And these contacts often include fellatio and cunnilingus.
From a social point of view, of course, such acts as we have been discussing are illegal. In Samuel G. Kling's instructive book, Sexual Behavior and the Law, he states, "Our laws against incest are hopelessly contradictory. For example, most American states regard the marriage of even first cousins as illegal, while a distinct minority view them as legal. In Rhode Island first cousin marriages are illegal, but are allowed among Jews." But the incestuous acts with which we are concerned here are those acts outside the bonds of marriage and legality. Of fellatio and cunnilingus, the author states that " ... both are punishable under statutes against sodomy, usually with severe sentences." And it goes without saying that a mouth-genital act between a daughter and her parent is considered a much more heinous crime, and that the punishment is meted out accordingly.
The moral considerations of incest-even when it involves mouth-genital contacts between a young girl and a parent-are somewhat more complex than are the legalities of the practice, however. In Dr. Lars Ullerstam's The Erotic Minorities, the Swedish physician points out, "The incest taboo is one of the most universal human restrictions on sexual activity, and practically all primitive peoples have some sort of taboo concerning sexual intercourse among relatives." Later, in a discussion of Kin-berg's Swedish sex study, Dr. Ullerstam states with accuracy, "The survey does not give any indication to what extent incest affects family relationships in a destructive way. ... Kinberg describes lovely idylls, with the mother serving morning coffee while the father and daughter, still in bed, indulge in masturbation." It would not seem too far-fetched to assume that such a sexually liberal family would likewise indulge in mouth-genital contacts as well as simple masturbation. One case history in this book, in fact, concerns participants of that precise relationship-the daughter plus her father and mother.
One's personal appraisal of the subject, as with any other, depends of course entirely on his or her background, experiences, personality and moral precepts. The attempt made in this book is not to pry into the lives of other persons-their identities have been protected-it is to inform, to instruct, to provide a basis upon which one may form his or her own opinion.
As in previous books of case histories involving different practices, such as First-Time Sex, Deviate '69, The Voyeurs, Teen Bestiality and Teenage Sex Slaves Around the World, my aim here is to promulgate useful information. There is no pretense that the facts involved are always "pretty" or even that they are not at times downright "lewd." But such is life. The approach of this study is essential reportorial, and the facts must be presented whether they are pleasant or not. It is only in this way that we can learn the truth about what exists in our society. Then, armed with the facts, we may act to change our society so that every individual may benefit in equal measure. Let us hope that the case histories presented here will impel us towards those ends.
Sterling Harkins Hollywood,California
CHAPTER ONE
Claire
"There's plenty of guys at school that would like to ball me," stated nubile young Claire, "but why let any of them in my panties when I got something better at home? Heck, they're just amateurs at it-my dad's a real pro!
"Just because I'm a 'sweet little sophomore' I guess the senior boys think they might be the first one to score off me, if I'd give in and do what they want. But a girl has cravings that don't have much to do-with her age. I may only be fifteen years old, but when you're getting it solid and steady at home from a real man, like my dad, you don't have much interest in dumb seventeen-year-olds. Ha! If any of those senior boys that are always ogling me had any idea what stuff I let my dad do to me they'd come all over themselves just thinking about it. From what my girl friends tell me, they think it's a big deal if they just get to do a little finger work in a parked car. Jeez, if they only knew!
"But I'm supposed to start at the beginning and tell everything, right? Okay, here goes. The first time I ever got interested in sex was when I was about eleven. It wasn't my dad that caused it though, it was a dirty old man on the street. Dad and me didn't start our little games until two years ago when I was thirteen.
"I was coming home from school and this man pulled up beside me and asked me where a certain street was. I was completely innocent and didn't know he was just doing it to get to talk to me. As I told him he said all of a sudden, 'Forget the street-look at my meat!' and then I saw it. He had his nasty old cock in his hand as he sat at the wheel and before I hardly knew what was happening he was jerking his hand up and down it right in front of my eyes. At first I was scared but since I'd never seen a grown man's cock before I was really kind of fascinated by it. When he saw my eyes get big and heard me give a little gasp he speeded up his hand and shot a wad of thick white juice out. Then he peeled out and left a strip of rubber on the pavement as he went.
"All the way home I thought of the old guy and how his cock looked when he was playing with it. I had no idea they got so big. I never had seen my dad's and the few times I'd seen my big brother's it sure was a lot smaller than that. He was in the army and I hadn't seen him for over a year at the time, but when he'd been home I was so much younger than him that he wasn't usually very careful about keeping himself covered when he went from his room to the shower. The next weekend when he came in for his furlough I did a little snooping. He was dead tired from the trip and I knew he wouldn't wake up. I sneaked into his room quietly before dad got up and pulled the covers back real slow. It teed me off when I saw he was wearing boxer shorts and that I couldn't see anything. I wanted to look real bad but I was afraid to touch him so I went back in my room and just tried to visualize what his cock would look like if only it hadn't been covered up by his shorts.
"The more I thought about it the more ... well, the more I began to feel this really warm, nice sensation between my legs. I know now what it's all about but I didn't know a darn thing then, not even about playing with myself. Lying there in bed that morning thinking about it was where I got my first initiation to how good a girl can make herself feel. Like I say, I was just eleven at the time and my titties weren't any bigger than acorns-not nearly as big and full as they are now-but that didn't keep me from being able to get all hot and bothered between my legs. I felt the warmth build up in my crotch as I lay there in bed and pretty soon I realized my virgin little pussy was just dying to be touched. I slipped my fingers down there and barely had them inside my night clothes when I heard a noise in the hall that scared me.
"I should have known that whoever it was couldn't possibly know what I had been about to do to myself under the covers and in my own room, but I was real skittish about the whole idea of touching myself there and the noise just added to my uneasiness. I lay still as a mouse with my fingers poised only inches away from my damp pussy, then I realized it was only Jim, my brother, going to the bathroom. It was so early in the morning he didn't think anyone was awake, so he didn't bother closing the door. My big chance!
"I hopped out of bed and sneaked out of my room and into the hall where I could see inside the bathroom without him seeing me watch. Wow, was I surprised! Jim was sitting on the commode looking at a magazine and he had his cock in his hand. It sure was big. And he was slowly rubbing his closed fist up and down it. I couldn't see what was in the magazine but I knew whatever it was must be getting him plenty horny because he kept turning the pages faster and faster and grinning real sexy-like as he looked at its pages. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock. It didn't look anything at all like it had the few times I'd seen him naked before he went into the army. And besides that, he was playing with it.
"From my position behind the door I could see clearly every beautiful inch of it. I didn't know boys sometimes did that to themselves-rub their cocks, I mean, to make it feel good-and the revelation made me feel less guilty about fooling around with myself. I squatted down real slow and quiet and poised myself on the balls of my bare feet while I stuck my hand underneath my nightclothes and searched around for the tender, secret part of me that had been getting so warm before the noise in the hall had scared me. Soon I had my thumb and forefinger going to work on the hairless folds of my pussy lips-remember, I wasn't old enough to have any pussy hair or very big titties yet-and it felt just yummy. After a few minutes of silently fondling myself I felt my little slit start to get moist and the whole area between my legs seemed to sort of swell up.
"All the time I was doing it Jim was going to town on his big cock, jerking his fist up and down instead of just rubbing it slow. Jeez, the more I watched him the more I frigged my own little toy! I knew it must be awful nasty to do what I was doing but I couldn't help it because it felt so wonderful. That's when Jim shot off. I saw a great white glob spurt out of the end of his cock and fly all the way to the wall. But at the same time I heard something behind me and suddenly knew dad must have gotten up. I'd been so interested in seeing Jim's big cock and frigging myself that the time had gotten away from me. Jim must have heard it too because he slammed the bathroom door shut and left me standing there in the hall in just my nightclothes. I really got scared.
"Dad came around the corner in his bath robe and caught me. It was too late for me to hide. But at least he hadn't seen me playing with myself. At first I almost panicked but then I just held my legs together real tight and crossed my wrists over my crotch. I made a big face and yelled, 'Golly, isn't Jim ever going to come out of there. I have to pee real bad, daddy, and he's been in there for so long I'm about to wet my pants!'
"For a second I thought my little act hadn't worked and that dad didn't believe me-maybe even that he'd caught a glimpse of what I'd been doing with my hand under my nightclothes. But then he said, 'Okay, honey. Just hang on, he'll be out soon.' And he yelled in and told Jim to hurry and get through so somebody else could get in. As Jim walked out the door it made me feel very smug to know what he'd been doing to himself even though he thought nobody had seen him. And it also made me take a good long look at the bulge under his shorts and made my little pussy warm again even without my fingers touching it!
"After that I used to play with myself quite a bit. And it gave me a lot of confidence to know that boys did it too, that I wasn't some kind of freak just because my pussy sometimes started feeling so good I had to use my fingers on it. Until I was thirteen I guess my sex life was pretty normal. Oh, I still played with myself a lot, but I was still a virgin and didn't know the first thing about screwing. From conversations I overheard from older girls at school I knew there was a bunch of groovy stuff going on that I'd find out about sooner or later. What I didn't know then was that it was to be my own daddy dear who would introduce me to it. That happened the summer after I turned thirteen. Jeez, it makes me hot all over again just to think about it!"
The complete details of young Claire's sexual experiences were recorded on tape and are included in the present chapter. Before continuing with the written transcript of her statements, however, it will be illuminating to examine some of the psychological and sociological implications suggested by her case history. Hindsight often opens up areas and answers questions which would not even be hinted at by relying exclusively on the subject's statements. And it is also important, of course, to refer to outside sources for information from other studies which will render the subject's intimate revelations more meaningful to us.
Claire, for example, becomes much more understandable to us when we learn that she lived in a motherless household. Her mother died when the youngster was only eight years old, thereby depriving her of the benefit of maternal affection and-perhaps even more important-of the information which a wise mother bestows upon her daughter at or near the age of puberty.
In The Sexual Responsibility of Woman, by Maxine Davis, the author states, "The subject of sex is no longer a conglomeration of facts concerning which woman is expected to profess ignorance. It is discussed freely, without circumspection. Parents supply the modern girl with books and pamphlets carefully prepared to instruct her at each period of her growth from childhood to womanhood."(This writer's italics.)
Yet in Claire's case, only a parent was available to guide her, not parents-and even that was not a parent of her own sex, but rather her father. The girl is quite candid in informing us that she first observed a male sex organ not at home, but in the street. She refers to the man whose penis she observed as "a dirty old man," yet admits later that " ... I was scared but since I'd never seen a grown man's cock before I was really kind of fascinated by it." Further, she goes on to say that, "All the way home I thought of the old guy and how his cock looked when he was playing with it. I had no idea they got so big."
It is clear that the youngster's sighting of the older male's penis produced anxiety in her, and that it also created a curiosity in her mind about the male organ in particular and about sex in general. The man who displayed his organ to young Claire was undoubtedly one of those males who frequent schoolyards in hopes of exhibiting his naked penis to an unsuspecting youngster. Yet the vileness of his act did not appear to cause much alarm-in fact, Claire seemed to be very stimulated by the sight. We may well assume that if the youngster had been under the tutelage of a female parent, she would have probably been forewarned about such experiences and would have reacted with a far greater degree of caution. Instead, she appears to have undergone a marked surge of curiosity which resulted in further attempts to view the male organ.
But it was not enough to simply observe a male organ. Claire discovered even before she managed to see her brother's penis that the thought of the exhibitionist's penis was sufficient to produce definite signs of arousal in her barely pubescent body. It was a very small step from the beginnings of erotic excitation to actual masturbation, even though she had not previously discovered the practice. It is not unusual, of course, for a girl of eleven to discover masturbation for herself with no outside information; we might even say that it is practically inevitable unless she should first be introduced to regular intercourse. But the girl's guilt about her surreptitious performance of the act-or the absence of that guilt-is influenced largely by her parents' reaction to the practice. In Unmarried Love, by Dr. Eustace Chesser, the author points out a common parental view of masturbation by a daughter: " ... parents are little troubled about their daughter's masturbating. They are much more concerned with the possibility of pregnancy."
It is not known whether Claire's parents shared this common attitude regarding their daughter's masturbatory practices, but since her mother died when the girl was so young it's certain that the father was saddled with the complete responsibility for her upbringing. And it is always more awkward for a youngster to receive sexual instruction of any kind from the parent of the opposite sex. Apparently Claire's father did not supply her with any sexual information of either a biological or social nature. It is only natural then, that she should have been more curious about sexual matters than other girls her age. The chance observation of the exhibitionist's naked penis, as she made her way home from school, served only to heighten this latent and excessive sexual interest.
We must note that it was not necessary for her-to continue observing the man's organ in order to become sexually aroused. She tells us that she became excited at home hours later from just recalling to herself what had happened. And it was a week later, after the arrival of her older brother from the army, that she was moved to repeat her sighting of a naked male organ. The first time was accidental, of course, but this second instance was plainly planned and desired by her. Her statements regarding the event make it clear that observing her brother's organ was very stimulating to her, even to the point of impelling her to initiate masturbatory attentions on her own body. And it is this aspect of her act that calls for further psychological consideration. , She tells us, "I was real skittish about the whole idea of touching myself there...." yet after she observes her brother masturbating in the bathroom she reveals, "I didn't know boys sometimes did that to themselves-rub their cocks, I mean, to make it feel good-and the revelation made me feel less guilty about fooling around with myself." It would seem that she had fears about performing masturbation upon herself until she learned that it was done by persons other than herself. After she discovered that her brother did it too, she was able to dispel her fears.
But it is plain that seeing him did more than simply abolish guilt from her mind about masturbation; it also engendered a strong desire in her body for sexual contact. When she began to masturbate outside the bathroom door it was not just to imitate her brother's actions-it was to substitute her fingers for the erect penis she wished were touching her genitals. The fact that he was her own brother was apparently unimportant to her so far as providing sexual stimulation was concerned. And even though no act of incest was actually performed at this time we shall see later that the seeds were planted at that time for future incestuous contacts within the family. It is interesting to speculate what might have developed if Claire's father had happened on the scene and forced her to cease her surreptitious observations and return to her room. But her father was to figure very predominantly in the young girl's sexual activity at a later date, and in a role far removed from the usual one.
Claire indulged in acts of incest with both her brother and father before the affair was Over. And we shall examine these acts in great detail when we return to the remainder of her recorded comments. Let us consider Claire's sexual activities strictly from the vantage point of incest, for a moment, however. Referring to The Yankowski Report on Premarital Sex, by John S. Yankowski, we find that "among females, eleven percent first consciously entertained coital fantasy at age ten or younger; seventy-three percent at eleven to thirteen; nine percent at fourteen to sixteen; six percent at seventeen to nineteen, and one percent never."
Claire's age at the time of her masturbatory and voyeuristic experiments, then, fits exactly into the period of maximum coital fantasy by the females in this study. Although the age is younger than might be expected by the casual observer, it was nevertheless substantiated in Yankowski's research. And the strong correlation between fantasy and masturbation is well documented. We may infer that Claire's choice of fantasy object resulted simply from the fact that her brother was present and that his nakedness happened to present itself to the girl at a time when she was particularly receptive to sexual arousal-even if that arousal was of an incestuous nature. Her preoccupation with oral-ity came later, as we shall see from her own words. But she was to participate in other sex acts first.
The girl tells us that she often masturbated after having observed the erect penis of her brother as he masturbated in the bathroom when she was eleven, and that for about two years her sex life was "pretty normal." But her sex practices underwent a period of initiation into new and more forbidden areas during the summer after she turned thirteen, as her comments make plain.
"Two years ago, when I'd just been thirteen for a month or so, I got a taste of the real thing. It didn't happen all at once, though. It just kind of gradually happened to us. To dad and me, I mean.
"My ninnies had finally gotten big enough that daddy couldn't help noticing them the way they stuck out under everything I wore. They weren't giant jugs or anything, but they were real firm and not too much smaller than they are now. Gosh, but I was proud of them! I knew they were pretty fine because of the way all the boys tried to cop a look down my blouse if I wore one with buttons, or tried to 'accidentally' brush against me in the hall at school and get a little feel. And at night when I had a chance to get naked and look them over carefully in the mirror I watched them swell bigger and bigger, month after month, until I began to feel a little embarrassed at not wearing a bra. But you. know how it is now-girls today groove on going without a bra even if their jugs are as big as watermelons. It's part of the scene. So the only reason I was a little embarrassed about not wearing one was around my daddy, because I knew he was used to seeing women wear them.
"One day, real offhanded, like it didn't amount to anything, daddy gave me some extra money and said I ought to 'pick up some more underwear' the next time I bought any clothes. I knew what he meant but something about the fact he'd noticed my ninnies got me kind of excited. I pretended I didn't know what he meant just in order to tease him. I said, 'I have plenty of panties, daddy. Remember all the ones I got for my birthday?'
"When he said that wasn't what he meant I said, 'Oh, you mean a bra? I'm not old enough for that yet, am I?' I knew darned well I was but I couldn't resist teasing him by pretending innocence. He said, 'Well, honey, it ... it isn't just a young girl's age. It's ... you know, how much she's grown.' It tickled me to see him so flustered about the subject.
"I said, real innocent-like, "Oh, you mean you think my ninnies are big enough to need one. Gee, I didn't know you ever noticed anything like that."
"He just pushed the money toward me on the table and said, 'Honey, you shouldn't talk about things like that to your dad. Now you just go ahead and do like I told you. It's indecent for a girl your size to go around without proper underwear."
"I said, 'But, dad, I'm not very big. I'm only five foot three and weigh a hundred and five pounds.' I knew he meant the size of my ninnies but I was having fun playing my little game, so I kept it up just to amuse myself.
"He got a little sore then. He said I knew what he meant and that I better do what he said or people would think I was a little slut. I said, 'But, daddy, none of the girls in my class wear bras-and plenty of them have ninnies bigger than mine. It isn't the style.' Then I started telling him about my friend Imogene, who had boobs as big as most grown women, and he got red in the face and scolded me, telling me I shouldn't mention such things to him. The next day I got one and had it on that evening when he came home from work.
"Before he knew what hit him I ran up to him and threw my arms around him and said, 'Okay, daddy, you win. I got a bra like you said. See?' And I hugged Trim tight and pushed myself against him so he couldn't help but feel the hard contours of the bra over my soft ninnies.
"That part wasn't unusual-me hugging him, I mean. But the way I ploughed my full little bra into his chest extra hard and made sure he got a good feel was! He patted me on the shoulder and told me what a good girl I was for doing what he told me but I could tell that feeling me against him made him act a little like the boys at school that try to brush up against me. He pushed me away fast and made some excuse about having an errand to attend to but I could tell he liked what he felt. He liked it so much he wanted more of it-that was the truth of the matter!
"Just as soon as he left I went into my bedroom and took my blouse and bra off. Then I sat on the edge of my bed and fondled my naked nipples until they were glowing like roses. I always did like to touch myself on the ninnies, even when they were tiny-I still do, too-but knowing dad had just been turned on a little by them made it more exciting than usual. Pretty soon I sneaked my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing myself real slow and nice in the crotch of my panties. The silky feel of the material was real sexy to me and when I began to feel it get damp from underneath I lost no time getting my finger under the tight legband of my panties and going straight for my warm pussy. It was hot and wet as heck all along the surface of my lips and once I worked my way through the moist mass of curly hairs I started frigging myself.
"Like I said, I'd been playing with myself ever since I was about eleven, but I'd just gotten a charge from having daddy feel me up-whether he wanted to admit that's what it was or not-and I was plenty hot from it. I rolled over on my side and gave myself more freedom inside my panties. I cupped my hand over one of my ninnies and milked it real slow and gentle while I kept on fingering my pussy, and every once in a while I held off on the milking action and brought my fingertips all the way up the tip end of my ninny. Then I toyed with my nipple while I brought my other hand up from my pussy lips and gave my clit some attention. I finally had to squirm around on the bed until I could get my panties all the way down around my knees. I was really starting to feel good and couldn't wait to take time to kick them off over my feet.
"I happened to catch sight of myself in the mirror and at first I was a little embarrassed by how I looked. My face was all sweaty and my hair was messed up. Then I realized how much the boys at school would give to see me all naked and playing with myself, and I saw myself in a different light. Very sexy and ... and desirable! I kept fingering my clit until the double action my other hand was giving to my ninny seemed to blend with what was going on down below and pretty soon I heard myself breathing harder and harder and loving every minute of it and my skin was wet and slick and I brought myself off. I had my very first climax!
"I lay there for a few minutes getting my breath and thought about what had happened. I'd played with myself a lot before but I'd never reached the Tbest part' until that day. It sure seemed like the hug I gave my dad had something to do with it. I lay there and pictured what it'd be like to have him see me naked and have him wanting to touch and getting to see his pants swell up like I'd seen my brother's do, and I started getting all hot and bothered again. I reached down between my legs and slipped my thumb and forefinger around the head of my clit and gave myself a nice, slow caress. It was still plenty wet from last time and I felt my whole crotch start getting loose and damp as I toyed with it. When I was just about to come again I heard a knock at the door.
"It teed me off not to be able to get the climax I was headed for but I jumped up and grabbed my housecoat and went to the door. It was dad. I couldn't believe the way he looked. His eyes were all bloodshot and he was sort of weaving as he stood there. He told me he'd misplaced his key. When I opened the door for him I saw why. He was drunk as a skunk! I could smell the whiskey on him like a cloud of perfume. He talked real funny and patted me on the behind as he walked past me to the kitchen. Then it dawned on me what happened. Or at least what I thought just might have happened-and it wasn't long until I found out I was right. He'd gotten drunk after he left the house from thinking about me hugging him! It had felt just as good to him as it had to me, but he'd felt guilty about it, I guess. After all, his own daughter ... rubbing her ninnies against him and getting him all hot! And I'd gotten so wrapped up in frigging myself I hadn't noticed how much time had passed with me lying there on the bed with my clothes half off. It had been plenty long enough for him to get soused, that's for sure.
"I thought about the way he had patted my behind as he went through the house and I had a certain feeling. Something was going to happen, I thought. Something nasty and exciting and sexy. And my daddy was going to be part of it, I felt. L don't know whether I'd always sort of wanted it from him or whether maybe it was just because I'd gotten myself so hot from finger-fucking myself just before he came in but whatever the reason I was more than ready to see what was going to happen.
"I just sat down on the couch and waited for him. I pulled back the front of my housecoat so that my legs were in sight almost up to my crotch, like I'd seen women do in the movies. I knew it was terrible for a girl to do that in front of her own dad but I had a feeling he was going to like it and not be embarrassed about seeing me that way like he was when he was talking about me buying a bra. And besides that my little pussy was so darned hot that I think I would have acted sexy no matter who I'd been with. I couldn't get my mind off my naked pussy and ninnies, all hidden away under my housecoat, and what it'd be like to have daddy get a look at them. And there was something else very much on my mind, too-the thought of how neat it would be to get to see his big naked cock. From spying on my brother's that time, I knew that a man's penis can get much bigger if he's excited, and I wanted to see daddy's that way.
"When he came back into the room he took one look at me and said, 'Listen, honey, your old dad's had a little to drink, understand? Now don't you go getting mad at me like your ma used to do because of it. You just be a good kid and go find the wine in the kitchen for me. I ain't had enough yet and I'm too fuckin'-oh, 'scuse me, honey-high to find it."
"I said, 'Sure I'll find it for you, dad. Why should I be mad at you? I'm not grown yet so maybe I don't know much, but it seems to me like a man ought to get high whenever he wants to. Besides, I'm your daughter, and I'd do anything you wanted me to."
"I hopped up and dashed into the kitchen. I located the wine but it was on the very top shelf where I couldn't reach it. He gave me a big smile when he saw I'd found it and said, 'Wait a minute, honey, let your daddy help you there. You're a little angel, you know that? You might not be grown yet but you understand your old dad, don't you? And I ain't so damned sure you ain't a hell of a lot nearer to being grown than I thought!'
"He staggered into the kitchen behind me and scooted a stool toward me. 'Here, sugar, use that.' I knew very well that he could just have walked over and got the wine himself, so it got me a little warm between the legs to realize he wanted me to climb up on the stool so he could get a look up under my housecoat. I was right, too. The minute I stood up on top of it he sat down in a chair and then slouched still lower so he could see past my naked ankles and calves all the way up gosh knows how far. He was so drunk he thought he was being sneaky about it. I purposely spread my thighs farther apart than necessary so that if he could see high enough he'd be sure to get a real good show and see my upper thighs and maybe even a few curly pussy hairs between my legs.
"I said, 'Hold the stool for me, daddy, it's wiggling too much.' He staggered over and said, 'Don't worry, sugar, daddy won't let you fall.' He held the stool all right, but he took hold of something else, too-my legs. Just what I was dying to have him do. I didn't care where he touched me just so he did it somewhere. When I felt his big arm go around my legs and felt his shoulder steadying my hips I let out a little swoon and he heard it. I handed the wine down to him right away but he'd heard me and he wasn't going to let it pass.
"He hugged me up close so his neck and face were right next to the thin chenille material of my housecoat. He was all sweaty and his skin pressed against me so tight it made me sweaty too. He was touching me where my upper thigh joins my ass cheek and I could tell he really dug the way my little butt was so hard and my legs so long and firm. I knew darned well he was dying to get his hands on me. What he didn't know, of course, was that by that time I was wanting his hands under my clothes as bad as he was. He thought he was putting one over on me. He just didn't have any idea how sexy his 'little girl' had gotten while he wasn't noticing, that's all!
"He reached up past me, getting a real good feel of one side of my ninnies on the way, and took the wine. He took a giant swig of it and said, 'Go ahead and set it back, honey. It's something besides wine I gotta have now. I think you know what it is as well as I do but if you don't, you're gonna find out."
"He called me 'honey' a lot ever since I was just a baby but when he said it this time I knew he meant it different. His voice was cracked and raspy and sounded real sexy to me. I could smell the booze on his breath and feel him sway a little on his feet as he pushed against me. His head was only a few inches from my little hairy pussy mound, hidden under my housecoat and panties, and all of a sudden I got this terrible dirty thought of how it'd be to have ... gosh, I know it was awful of me to be thinking like this ... how it'd be to have him put his face into the front of my crotch and ... and kiss me there. You know, put his lips on my naked pussy and kiss me just like he was doing it to my mouth.
"I felt embarrassed as could be having such a thought run through my head but it was so exciting to me I didn't even try to make myself put it out of my head. Finally I answered daddy and said, 'I don't know what you mean about what you want besides the wine, but I'll get it for you if I can. Is it something else up here on this shelf?' As I said it I twisted my butt so his face was just even with my pussy and looked down at him for further instructions. It made me have a nice little flash of warmth between my legs to tease him like that and make him think I didn't know what he was talking about.
"By this time he couldn't stand it any longer. He slipped his hand in under my hem and ran it up to my damp pussy mound all in one fast grab. He said, 'Right here's what I need, honey, and if you'll just relax and not be scared of me you'll like it'
"He lifted me off the stool and cradled me in one arm while he kept his other hand up under my housecoat. His eyes looked real wild and bloodshot, but I don't think it was just from the booze. It was partly from what he got to see when he lifted my housecoat up and gawked at my crotch. I had panties on but that didn't keep him from seeing how my hairy, dark-colored little snatch pooched up against the transparent material. He stumbled into the living room with me and laid me on the couch, then he hooked his thumb in the tight waistband of my panties and yanked them down my legs. I couldn't conceal any more how much I liked the nasty stuff he was doing to me. I twisted around like a little nympho and moved my butt just like I sometimes do when I'm bringing myself off with my fingers. I let my head fall loose on the cushion and kept my eyes closed. I was ashamed of what was happening even though I loved every minute of it.
"I said, 'Please, daddy, what are you doing to me? It's so nasty I ... I-please don't look at my naked pussy. No one's ever seen it, daddy, nobody except me. Oh my gosh!'
"He had me spread-eagled on my back and the hem of my housecoat was up to my navel. My pussy was not only naked, it was all wet too, and knowing he could see how damp my curly hairs and long skinny lips were made me hotter still. I could feel the juice pour out of it as he feasted his eyes on everything I had.
"'Shit, honey, I don't have to go slow with you none, do I? Your little twat's already brimming with juice. You hot little cunt, you like what I'm doing to you, don't you? You like showing your fresh meat off to your old daddy, don't you?' he said.
"I didn't answer. But I smiled real big while he kept working on me and let him keep it up without trying to stop him. I was still moving my hips but it was starting to be a certain rhythm instead of just wild and fast like when he first stripped my panties off. I couldn't help it. It felt so good to have his fingers fooling around in my crotch I was past pretending I didn't want him to do it to me and he could tell how I felt by just watching, I guess.
"Then he unzipped his pants and plopped out his big cock right in front of me. I'd had my eyes closed until then but when I heard his zipper I got a big thrill from knowing what was about to happen and opened them fast. Looking at a man's naked cock was something I secretly craved ever since seeing my brother jack off in the bathroom and I wasn't about to keep my eyes closed with my daddy's big fat one out in plain sight.
"He said, 'Turnabout's fair play, ain't it, honey? Yours is naked in front of me and you ain't raising a big stink about me seeing it, so the least I can do is show you mine. Take a good look at it and see if it don't get your little twat hot."
"I didn't need a second invitation. It was only about two feet from my eyes and it was big and red and jerking a little every time dad's heart beat. I didn't care how dirty it was or what he'd think about his darling, innocent little daughter at that point. I reached up and grabbed it with both hands. I'd been wanting my hands on one ever since I'd first seen one and now was my chance. Of course dad almost shit from excitement when he felt me grab it and saw the horny look on my face.
"He was awful drunk and weaving above me. Finally he just fell down beside me with my hands still tight around the shaft of his cock.
His pants had fallen down almost to his knees and I could see his big hairy balls swinging free against the insides of his legs. I started doing like I'd seen my brother do-skinning my hand up and down the length of it while I gripped the base of it with my other hand-and daddy started breathing real hard. He still had his fingers between my legs but he wasn't doing me as good as I was doing him. I guess he was too drunk. I even dropped one hand down to my pussy and pushed on his hand to let him know what I needed but he still just barely moved it. I was much too hot and wet to be cut off at a time like that so I got desperate.
"I remembered how sexy I felt when dad's head was close to my crotch when I was on the stool so I thought he might be the same way. I raised up to a sitting position and lowered my mouth close to his cock. Wow! What a flash I got! As soon as the smooth, beautiful red meat of the head of it was inches from my face I got this craving to have it inside my mouth. What he did to my pussy wasn't as important to me as it had been. I just wanted a mouthful of cock meat and didn't care what else happened. Dad saw what I was up to and put both hands on my shoulders. He pushed me down toward it and I willingly, oh so willingly, let it glide right inside. I guess I must be a natural little cock-sucker because as soon as it entered my mouth I tightened my lips around the shaft and set my tongue to work on the end of it.
"Dad maneuvered me around so that he could watch me at it and took my housecoat the rest of the way off. I'd forgotten all about my pretty young ninnies but he sure hadn't.
"'Son of a bitch, you got the prettiest little pair of tits I ever laid eyes on. Lemme give you some nice, slow titty-squeezes while you suck me off. Ahhh, that's the way. Goddamn it, they may be small but they're firm as a goddamned hard-rubber ball. You hot little cunt, I may go to hell for having my own flesh and blood go down on me but it feels so fucking good to have your mouth on me I'm willing to sell my soul to the devil for it.' Daddy kept talking real nasty like that and the more he talked about what we were doing, the hotter it got my pussy.
"He cupped a hand on each of my ninnies and even though he was so bombed and his hands were clumsy, it still felt great. I'd had boys feel me there some but I'd never had a person's hands all over them when they were completely naked. I kept mouthing his big cock while he milked my ninnies and every time I'd raise my head I'd see him staring down at me like he couldn't believe it. My housecoat was all the way off by then and he could see every square inch of skin on my entire young body. I thought maybe a guy as old as my dad would think a girl my age was too young to be sexy, but it seemed just the opposite. He seemed to like it that I wasn't filled out yet. He kept talking about what fine little 'tits' I had-I'd always called them 'ninnies' but he said they were plenty big enough to be called tits and that I was being a baby to call them ninnies.
"I licked his cock until I could feel it quaking inside in kind of a regular rhythm and I thought to myself, 'Jeez, I'm about to make him get his rocks off like I saw my brother do that time.' Then dad started giving me what I'd been wanting-more and faster action on the wet folds of my warm pussy. I guess my idea about getting him hotter by putting my mouth on him worked. After just a little while he was doing almost as good with his fingers on my pussy as I do myself when I'm hot and horny and need to bring myself off. I squirmed and twisted my butt and felt my pussy go from wet and warm to horny and hot in nothing flat.
"I guess daddy couldn't take the sight of my twisting, sweaty naked body any longer. I felt his cock swell and cram deeper into my mouth and then he shot his wad. It was warm and thick and kind of exciting to have touch my mouth, but the taste was bitter so I spit it out. Daddy just lay there then, all tired and spent. He was so darned drunk that he went to sleep and started snoring in five minutes.
"I was kind of mad because I was still hot as hell and hadn't gotten any relief yet, but I could tell I sure couldn't count on daddy for anything. I lay there naked beside him and started working my little wet twat myself. Jeez, I really needed it. With no panties to slow me down-I sometimes did it to myself with my clothes on-it didn't take long for me to get it going real nice. I played with myself with one hand and kept my other one on daddy's limp, come-covered cock. It was pretty exciting to me to handle it even though he was asleep and so drunk I knew he wouldn't wake up. Soon I got frantic and knew I was going to enjoy the beautiful thrill of coming any second. I wanted to feel what it was like to have a cock touch my pussy but his was limp as a rag so I reached and grabbed his hand and jammed it on my twat.
"I held it in both hands and used it like my own. Jeez-that really got me going! I rubbed his forefinger against the little bulb of my clit until the juice was fairly streaming out of my pussy. I was breathing so hard my ninnies were swelling up twice their normal size with each breath. That's when I got this terrible, nasty thought and couldn't keep myself from doing it-I suddenly had to have daddy's mouth on me, like I'd done him! I shifted my butt around and straddled his face with my crotch. I didn't give a darn whether he was sleeping or not-I just had to have his lips touch my naked twat. As soon as I felt the wetness of his snoring lips come in contact with my pussy hairs I started hunching to beat the band and ground my crotch against his mouth 'til I came like a dirty little whore!
"Even after I was through getting my jollies I still kept lying there with my wet meat on his face. It felt good to have him exhale into my slit every time he took a breath. Later that night after I'd washed off and gone to bed I thought about everything that had happened and got so hot from it I had to masturbate again before I could go to sleep. At last I'd finally gotten to feel a male's naked body against mine, even if it was my own daddy's. But it was .more than I'd expected, it really was. Especially the suck part. I knew I was going to have to get my mouth on daddy again real soon, and hoped this time he'd be sober so he could give me a real nice mouth job instead me doing it to myself like the first time.
"That's where I got my big surprise. The next day he didn't even mention it. I caught him eyeing my legs and trying to see down my dress just like before, but he wouldn't admit it. When I started talking about what we did he yelled for me to shut up or he'd belt me one and wash my mouth out with soap. It finally dawned on me-after he mumbled something about 'not being responsible for any fool thing he did when he was drunk'-that he was ashamed of fucking around with his own daughter and wouldn't admit it. The fact that he loved the way I'd let him get me naked and do nasty things to me didn't make any difference.
"For the next few days I purposely teased him every way I could think of, trying to get him hot again. I was really needing it and wanted him to do stuff to me like he did when he was drunk, but nothing I did worked. I even let him catch me putting my new bra on my naked ninnies and once I lay on the couch watching television with my skirt darned near up to my ass, but he never did give in. I could tell he wanted to though. That's what gave me the idea to bring my friend Imogene into the action.
"She's the girl I once told daddy had tits as big as most women even though she was just my age, back when he was first wanting me to buy a bra. I knew her real well so I confided in her and told all about what dad and I did that one time when he was drank. She was shocked at first but the way she kept asking me questions made me know she wasn't half as shocked as she let on. She'd never even thought about doing anything with her dad, she told me, but she had done it with boys a little older than us. She told me all the details. Once she told a boy seventeen she was his age and had him believing it because her ninnies were so big. She let him play with them one night on her front porch and later on that week she let him finger-fuck her and then finally go all the way and sock the meat to her. She told me she'd let three different boys do it to her since then and that she'd loved every minute of it.
"She'd seen my daddy before and had mentioned she thought he was handsome, so I was pretty sure she'd go along with my horny little plan. I told her I wanted her to stay all night with me so she could tease daddy by letting him sneak peeks at her big jugs, and that if she wanted to she could have him fuck her. My idea was to get him all hot and bothered by someone other than his daughter, so he wouldn't be ashamed to get his cock out and go to work. I told her about how I blew him and wanted to do it again and wanted him to return the favor to my crotch. She seemed to get real hot from just hearing me talk about it and agreed to do whatever I said as long as she could have a nice long cock in her pussy from the deal. I bet she hurried home and played with herself after that conversation. I know I ran right home, headed for my bedroom, and gave myself a good working over before dinner. And as I had my climax I imagined daddy's cock in my mouth-doing that made me have a real good one!
"The next Friday night when Imogene came to visit and stay over night she wore her sexiest clothes. When I introduced her to daddy I could see him dying to look farther down her blouse. And when she sat down she gave him a nice, long look at her ripe ass, too. She swung her feet onto a chair while we watched television so he couldn't help but get a shot all the way up her long, curvy legs to the place where her thin panties were plastered against her tight little ass. If I'd been sitting that way he'd have made me move so I'd look like a 'lady,' I knew, so when he didn't say anything to Imogene about the sexy way she was sitting I was pretty sure he was going to go for our secret little plan. He didn't notice that I saw him look at her, but after a few minutes I was certain she was going to get daddy fired up like I wanted.
"When it was time to go to bed Imogene and I went to my room and undressed. When I saw her blouse come off, then her brassiere, I got a good close-up of her fabulous jugs. I'd seen them before, of course, at gym class, but not completely naked and bouncy like they were that night. I knew darned well if daddy ever got a look at them he'd go hard in the pants plenty fast-sober or not. We slipped into our scanty night-clothes and Imogene started in with my plan. Her gown was light blue with lots of ruffles around the super-short hem and nothing but transparent, gauzy material on top. Her nipples stuck out through the gown like she was some movie star-it was hard to believe she was only thirteen like me. We waited about thirty minutes and then she went down the hall to the kitchen for a "drink of water. She had to walk right past daddy's bedroom to get there and I had a hunch he wouldn't miss much.
"I was right. He went right into the kitchen behind her and asked her nice-like what she wanted and why she was up. She told him just a glass of water but when she turned up the glass to drink she gave daddy such an eyeful of tit I thought for a minute he was going to grab a handful without waiting. I was peeking out from my room and watching everything that happened. When she got through she spilled water all over the floor by 'accidentally' dropping the pitcher. She apologized to daddy and started grabbing paper towels to mop it up with but he told her not to worry about a thing and did it for her. While he was kneeling on the floor he kept glancing up Imogene's gown for peeks at her pussy. She acted like she didn't notice and just stood there with her hip thrown out in a very sexy pose.
"When he finished she thanked him and went on about how nice he was to do that for her. Then she got personal and said, 'Is it true you haven't had a wife ever since Claire's mother died?'
"When he said it was, she put a real sexy sound in her voice and said, 'Gee, don't you ... I mean, aren't there times when you get lonesome?"
You should have seen the look on Dad's face.
"The words she used were innocent enough but the way she said them, combined with the way she was dressed and the sexy way she was standing, was more than dad could take. His voice got real trembly and he said, 'Yeah, there's plenty of times I get lonely. But a kid your age wouldn't understand.' He was testing her out, I guess, but he was in for a surprise.
"She said, 'I may just be thirteen, but I think I'm a lot more grown up than you think.' Then she grinned and said, 'Some people even say I look older than that,' and jutted her big full tits out at him.
"Daddy said, 'I do too, Imogene. Your tits-I mean your figure would make a man think you were a grown woman."
"She just laughed and said, 'You were right the first time. Go ahead and call them "tits." That's what they are, aren't they? Besides, Claire's asleep, so if you're worrying about her hearing something you don't want her to, forget it."
"That really made dad think. I could see him step up closer to her and I just knew he was dying to get his hands on her luscious jugs. He said, 'Sugar, you wouldn't be hinting you know everything, would you? That you've ... uh ... '
"But she finished his sentence for him. She said, 'I think I know more than most girls my age. And if you were about to ask if I've ever had anybody in my panties before, the answer is yes. There's just one thing, though. It was a boy my age. I've been wondering lately how it would feel to have a real man's prick in my pussy."
"Daddy grabbed her and hugged her real tight against him and I could see his fingers kneading the tight cheeks of her butt through the thin material. He said, 'I can't tell if you're lying or not, you little tease, but I hope to hell you have already lost your cherry, because you've got me so fucking hot I'm going to have to dick you and I don't want you running home telling your parents Claire's dad busted it for you."
"She put her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear so low I could barely hear her. 'Don't worry, I won't tell my parents a darned thing. Take me in your bedroom and do whatever you want to with me. If your cock's as nice and hard as it looks under your pajamas I'll do anything you want to have it in me!'
"He didn't even answer. He just got this big smile on his face and dragged her down the hall into his bedroom. I dashed out into the hall and watched the rest from right outside his door. He was so anxious to get Imogene's scanty night-clothes off and get his itchy fingers on her smooth bod he wouldn't have noticed if there'd been a Barbary ape outside his door, so I was safe from being discovered in my ringside seat.
"He told her if she meant business to prove it by showing him her naked tits. She said, 'Heck, they're almost naked now. Look, can't you see my nipples? But if you want everything, here it is!' And she swished off the top and bottom of her nightgown. Daddy could see her big naked tits and more besides. He looked at her real dirty like he was going to be real nasty with her but it didn't phase her a bit. She just grinned and asked, 'Well, does this make you believe what I told you-that I know more than most girls my age? Go ahead and sample what I'm showing off to you. That ought to convince you."
"I had already noticed a lump swelling in daddy's pants but when she said that his old cock fairly jumped. She saw it too and didn't waste any time letting him know she had her eye on it. She lay down on the bed in front of him and said, 'My pussy may not be completely virgin but you said you didn't want to bust my cherry for me anyway, so that shouldn't matter.' She scooted around on the bed and spread her legs so he could see right up into her furry twat.
"Daddy said, 'Okay, sweetheart, you told me you been wanting to see what a man's prick was like instead of them baby peters on the kids your age. Take a look at this!'
"He unbuttoned his fly to let her see it. He was in such a hurry to get on top of her that he didn't even bother to get out of his pajamas. He just-let them fall around his ankles and dove onto the bed beside her. He grabbed one of her big tits and started slobbering all over it, kissing her nipple and her neck and throat and rubbing his big cock on her naked leg. She reached down and put her hand on it and said, 'Jeez, does every guy have one this big when he gets grown? Come on, touch my pussy with it. You don't have to worry about getting me warmed up for it, I been getting hot ever since I knew what you were going to do to me."
"He said, 'Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm going to ream that young cunt out for you good and proper. Here ... let's see what you can do with the head of it!'
"He jabbed it between her legs and I watched the moist fold of her lips open as he pushed it in until all I could see was her curly bush and the shaft of his cock disappearing into it. She bit her lip and wiggled her fat tits in front of his face. 'Oh wow, what a tool! It's great having a ... ahhhhh ... a man's in my pussy."
"But when he started to slide the whole thing in and really go to town on her she put her hands on his chest and pushed just hard enough to keep him from going on in. He was sweating like mad and dying to get on with it but she said, 'Wait, it's not fair to leave someone out of the action."
"That was my cue. I dashed in with my nightgown raised high. My twat was so hot from watching I was dying to have it worked on. Daddy about shit when he first saw me and started to raise hell but Imogene calmed him down fast by telling him if he wanted to keep socking it to her he'd better use his mouth on me. He knew right then what we'd pulled over on him but he was too near to getting what he wanted from her to do anything about our little plot. I hopped on the bed and stood on my knees in front of him above Imogene's head. It kind of embarrassed me to have another girl see my twat so close up but I was so horny I didn't really let it bother me. Daddy saw he was going to have to do what I wanted if he was going to get any loving from Imogene.
"I said, 'Come on, daddy, admit it-you like what you did to me that time you were drunk. Don't be ashamed of it just because you're my pop. Just give me the same I gave you and enjoy it. Can't you see I'm dying to have you suck me off while you fuck Imogene? Look here-doesn't this look like good eating stuff?'
"I pointed to my naked, moisture-drenched pussy as I spoke and he bent towards me. I put my hands on his shoulders and felt his nose sniffing around ray crotch as I pressed his head down and offered myself to him. The bastard had loved it when I sucked his for him but he seemed leery about putting his mouth on me. He'd been so drunk he didn't know that I brought myself off by rubbing my twat on his snoring lips when he dropped off to sleep.
"'Go ahead, why don't you give Claire what she wants? Just because she's your daughter doesn't mean her pussy's made of stone. She needs some action as much as I do,' Imogene whispered from below us.
"Then he did it. Cripes, I went wild when I felt his tongue dart out and fill the space between my lips! I reached around him as far as I could and grabbed his back for more leverage. My virgin pussy felt like a stream of hot, thick oil was gushing into it as his tongue licked me all over. He had finally quit holding back and playing like he didn't want to and was giving me the kind of mouth action I'd suspected he wanted to.
"When Imogene saw me getting such a good mouthing from him she opened her legs wider and let him stick his cock in all the way like he'd been craving. She bucked her ass under him and yelled, 'Oh yes ... go ahead and do it to me ... now you can fuck me for real ... ummmmmm!'
"From my kneeling position above her head she was looking right up where daddy was sucking my pussy and could see everything he was doing. And as I looked down from above his head I could see him squeezing her tits with both hands as he drove his prick into her juicy box.
"She said, 'Cripes, Claire, you should see what I see. From down here I can see everything your dad's doing to you. Gosh is he going wild on you! Ummm, watching him lick and suck your pussy is almost as good as having him bury his big prick in mine!'
"Then daddy started moaning and said, 'You two little bitches are getting my goddamned cock hard as a rock ... you're gonna make me ... oh, shit ... you're gonna make me get my nuts off any minute!'
"I was awfully near to coming anyway and when I heard him talking dirty like that it was the exact touch I needed to bring me off. I swung my ass back and forth against his fat wet tongue and enjoyed a climax that thrilled me to my toes. When I fell back and lay down on my back he didn't even take his mouth out of my crotch until he made Imogene come too. He humped her hard and heavy until she squealed she was getting it for herself and then he shot his wad into her and collapsed on her stomach. All three of us lay there for a few minutes and in a little while I started things off again by going down on my knees and licking the come off his prick.
"That got him hard again and both Imogene and I took him for everything he was worth, which was plenty. This time he sucked her pussy while he fucked me. We both knew darned well my cherry would be busted but we were so horny by then it didn't make any difference and I went crazy from the feel of his cock in me. Remember, in spite of all my hot desires, I hadn't been truly fucked until then. It was every bit as good as I thought, too.
"Afterwards daddy swore us both to secrecy and said he'd give us both plenty of action if we'd keep our traps shut about it. He said he could go to jail for it and we'd both be put in girls' reform school if anybody ever found out.
"That was two years ago when we were both just thirteen. Ever since then daddy's been giving us such good loving we can't wait to get in the house and pull our panties down for him. Imogene and me have had kids fuck us plenty of times since then but we've agreed none of them give us the thrill daddy does. I go on lots of dates but I just tease the boys by letting them have a few feels. I save my real loving for my daddy. Sometimes a guy will get me kind of hot when I'm with him on a date. But most fifteen-year-olds aren't hip to all the stuff I like to do so I don't even give them the time of day. I think they'd be scared to death if I asked to have my pussy sucked ... and that's my very favorite thing. Besides, I like to do the sucking, too-and no kid I've met yet has a cock anything like the size of daddy's for me to go down on. Like I said, why let any of them in my panties when I got something better at home?"
Claire's case history displays characteristics that are common with regard to the subject of incestual oralism, in addition to displaying some that are highly uncommon. This is a major reason for the inclusion of this particular study in the book.
Her increased interest in sexual matters upon attaining the age of puberty is, of course, a normal development. This is also true of her expressed interest in acting in the role of voyeur-especially when a focal point for her latent voyeuristic inclination is as accessible as her older brother happened to be. It is not even statistically abnormal for her to have been moved to perform masturbation on her still-developing genitals under the duress of such strong visual stimulation.
Barring the comparative rarity-although it should be stressed that this instance is far from unique-of incest, there is one striking fact which renders Claire's case highly unusual. Her use of her young friend to excite her father into seducing her, so that he would grant her the sexual favor she herself sought, is very unusual in my experience. It is obvious the girl strongly desired her father to repeat the sexual attentions he had bestowed upon her while intoxicated, but the manner in which she overcame his initial resistance to further incestual relations was strange, to say the least. One might think that if she were at all attracted to her father in a sexual way she would have been extremely jealous of any attention shown toward him. Yet we know from her statements that she actually promoted the sex encounter between her father and her friend Imogene.
CHAPTER TWO
Jenny
"They claimed in court that I'd eyes for my little Jenny for years, that I'd been fooling around with her since she was twelve or so. That's a damned lie-I never even thought about it until she was all of sixteen years old. And I never did anything about it until this year when she was seventeen," claimed Clyde Adams, a forty-year-old male Caucasian convicted of incest with his teenaged daughter while the family was on a camping trip.
"I've already been convicted so I wouldn't have anything to gain by lying about it, right?
So I'm going to tell you the honest-to-God truth about it. How she'd been dying for it for months before I gave it to her and how my son figured in the deal. Oh I know, that didn't come out' in court because my wife wanted to protect him. She was glad to see me pay for it but she kept Jimmy out of it even though, had their own testimony been used at the trial, he would have gotten off easy because he's a minor. Hell, he's still just fourteen-three years younger than his sister.
"You got to understand something about my daughter before we go any further. She's a real looker. I mean really beautiful, you know what I mean? So she's had a gang of boys after her ever since she was in pigtails. I'll admit that when she started dating boys I was a little jealous. She was fourteen at the time. I knew the kids she went out with would do their damnedest to get in her pants as soon as they could so I had my wife make damn sure she knew the facts of life and that she understood not to let some acne-faced young hooligan get his dick in her just because he said he loved her. What I didn't count on was how fucking sexy she turned out to be. It wasn't just that she was so good-looking everybody who saw her wanted to screw her, it was worse than that. The little minx was so horny she wanted it as bad as they did!
"One night when she was fifteen I caught this kid finger-fucking her in the front seat of his car after a date. She wasn't just sitting back being taken advantage of, either. She was a very active participant. She had her hands in his pants and was just pulling his cock out when I first spied them. I guess what happened that night was pretty important so I'll tell every detail that I can remember.
" "They'd been to a beach party and thought nobody was home at our house because the car was gone. But I was sitting right inside where I could see every move they made. I'd been suspecting he was getting pretty fresh with her and wanted to see for myself. My wife and son were over at her mother's with the car so when this kid pulled up with Jenny they were bold as thieves.
"I sneaked out to the front porch where I could see and hear everything that went on. What I meant to do if I caught them doing anything, of course, was run the kid off and give Jenny a licking she'd never forget. But I ... well, when I saw and heard what they did ... it got me so excited I wanted to watch awhile before I broke things up.
"She was wearing nothing but a two-piece bathing suit under a little knit wrapper. He kissed her on the cheek and started to get out and open her door for her but she slid up against him and said, 'Wait, I don't have to go in yet. My folks aren't home. If you really meant what you said at the beach, now's the time to do it."
"It really pissed me off to hear the little bitch be such a hussy but I couldn't resist waiting awhile to see what they did. The kid says, 'You mean I can do more than kiss you? I can play around some?' And she whispers, real sexy-like, 'Maybe if you're nice. I know you've been thinking about it from the way you've been trying to see inside my top. Well, go ahead and look all you want-I'm proud of what's down there."
"Kiss my ass if Jenny didn't actually pull her swim suit top out a couple of inches and let him look! That's when he started getting a hard on, I guess, because I heard her say, 'Wow, does seeing inside my swim suit do that to you?' She giggled and moved closer. I stood on my tiptoes and I could see she had her hand in his lap and was feeling up the bulge in his pants. He kissed her on the lips and ran his hand inside Her top. When I saw him grab her there I started to interrupt things but the sight of her naked boob stopped me short. I never saw Jenny naked until then, and I couldn't believe how pretty my little girl had gotten. Little girl, hell, she was fourteen going on fifteen at the time! Anyway she already had a good start on the fine pair of knockers she has now. God, but it was sweet to see what she had under there!
"She strained her hot, shameless little body against the kid and he whispered to her, 'Have you ever done it before? Come on, let me do it to you. It won't hurt."
"Jenny said, 'No, I'm a virgin. I don't want my cherry broken but if you want to finger it some you can. I'll do you, too. Here."
"And my sweet, innocent little daughter let the kid reach down into her scanty swim suit bottom and stick his finger into her curly hairs while she brought his cock out and started jerking him off like crazy. When I saw how much she seemed to like it I was surprised she had stayed a virgin as long as she had. She started kissing him all over the neck and face while he jazzed her crotch with his fingers and pretty soon I could see big beads of sweat popping out all over her face. Really pissed me off to realize she was letting this young punk have such a good time with her naked body. That's when I stopped things.
"I did just what I'd planned. I scared the daylights out of them both and ran him off, then dragged her onto my lap and raised her skirt and whacked her good and hard. She yelled and cried and claimed I 'misunderstood' what was happening between them. I never did tell her how much I'd seen. I just went right on spanking her with my open hand. If she had been wearing a dress I guess I would have just let her off by raising the bottom and whacking her through her panties. But since she had such an outfit on as she did, the only thing for me to move aside was the skirt of her little knit cover-up. That didn't seem enough so I yanked her swim suit bottom down and left her ass naked as the day she was born. It got real red and the more I looked at it the harder I spanked.
"I sent her to her room and didn't let her out of the house for a month except to go to school. And I didn't lay a hand on her in any sexual way, either. It was about two years later, when she was sixteen, that I first began to consider the idea of maybe fooling around some with her. I knew if my wife found out she'd shit but I also knew how hot Jenny usually was and thought maybe she'd keep quiet if I did some things with her. But what you got to realize, now, is that it didn't just come to me out of the blue, a thought like that. It occurred to me because of what I heard her and Jimmy do one night. That's right, my son-her own brother, and three years younger than she is, at that!
"One night I was up late in my den filling out tax forms and they both thought I was in bed asleep. If I had been in bed they'd have been safe, but Jimmy's bedroom is right next to the den and the wall's thin.
"I heard her come into his room and sit down on his bed. She said she'd seen him peeking at her in the bathroom earlier that evening and didn't want him to think he'd gotten away with it. Then she asked him if he got his eyes full and I could tell Jimmy was ashamed of what he'd done and didn't want to talk about it. It's funny, you might think I'd have gone in and spanked both their bottoms but I didn't. Somehow it was real exciting for me to eavesdrop on them like that and I decided to keep on listening.
"Jenny said, 'I bet you're afraid to admit it but I know darned well you were looking and I think you saw something too. Did you get to see one of these?' The thought of Jenny sitting there on Jimmy's bed in her nightclothes pointing to one of her nice, firmly rounded breasts got me hot as hell. I opened my fly and began slowly playing with myself as they kept talking.
"Jimmy finally answered her very meekly, saying that he was sorry he peeked and that all he saw was 'just about two seconds of titty.' She says to him, 'Jimmy, you don't have to peek, you know. After all, I'm your sister. When you were a little kid I saw your peter sometimes. I might even let you look at me-if you're nice. I just don't want you thinking you're doing it in secret."
"I didn't hear him answer so I guess he was just lying there dumbfounded by what she was telling him. Then she says to him, 'Do you think I'm a pretty girl, Jimmy? Tell the truth, now."
"He said he did and she said, 'What do you like best about me?'
"When he didn't answer-I guess he was just stuttering and gawking at her-she said, 'Tell me what you see. Come on, look at me and describe me."
"Jimmy said, 'Well, you've got real pretty, long black hair that hangs down almost to your waist. You ... you're real trim and slim with ... with real pretty long legs. And ... your face is real pretty-except when you're mad at me."
"It was obvious he didn't understand what was going on and was just doing his best to answer her truthfully and see what happened. She said, 'Hmmm...."real trim and slim," huh? Am I slim all over or just in certain places?'
"Jimmy stammered and said, "Oh-no. No, there are some places where you aren't slim. But ... but it's supposed to be like that in those places."
"She egged him on and said, 'Come on, Jimmy, what places are you talking about?
Don't be afraid to say the words. You mean my ass swells out some, don't you? And my tits ... that's the main place, isn't it?'
"I don't know what Jimmy did then but I didn't hear him say anything. Then what she said really got to him. 'What were you doing just now when I came in, anyway?' she asks in a very wise voice, and Jimmy still didn't answer.
"Then she must have made him mad. I heard him say, 'None of your business. I wasn't doing anything.' Next came a loud scuffling noise followed by Jenny's laughter. Evidently she had jerked the cover off so quick she caught him with his peter hard.
"'If you weren't doing anything then how come that thing's so hard, huh?' she yelled.
"It made me feel like shit to know my two children were acting like that but I couldn't be angry with Jimmy for being aroused by Jenny's body. Hell, she turned me on too. I guess maybe I'm perverted but I began to get so excited from listening to those kids that I got my cock out and started giving myself the action as they kept on talking.
"Jenny said, 'Don't be shy about it, Jimmy. Everybody does that. Even me. Did you know girls do it?'
"When he said he didn't she said, 'If you promise not to tell I'll let you watch me."
"He said, 'Really? You will? Right now?' The little bastard was eager as hell. 'Okay then, let me see. What does it look like?'
"She said, 'What does it look like? Watch ... see, I just slip my fingers into my panties like this and ... ahhh, there it is ... and I rub myself until I get hot enough to be all wet and slick ... like I'm doing now!'
"The thought of her sitting in there on the bed shamelessly masturbating in front of her little brother should have made me furious at her, I guess, but I was too concerned with my own aroused cock to think about it.
"She said, 'Go ahead. I won't tell on you. I can see you want to touch me. I'll let you put your hand here and do what I'm doing if you'll promise to do what I tell you. Will you?'
"Jimmy said he would and she said, 'Anything, Jimmy?'
"I could hear him working on his little tool all the time they talked. He answered, 'Sure, sure I will. If you let me touch your pussy and do what you're doing I'll do whatever you say."
"After that I couldn't hear them as well, damn it. But the way Jenny asked if he'd do anything she wanted had my brain buzzing with all kinds of dirty ideas about what she meant. Believe me, I found out too. A few months later, just after her seventeenth birthday, I took the family on a camping trip. Heh heh ... man, I found out what she meant in the best way possible-firsthand!' "
Although Clyde Adams left his den and returned to bed that night without learning as much as he desired about his daughter's sexual inclinations, it was not because he had lost interest. It was simply because the voices of his son and daughter suddenly lowered to the point of inaudibility and rendered it impossible for him to continue eavesdropping on them. But as we shall see from the remainder of his comments, he did learn the full details a short time' afterwards.
It may be illuminating for us to compare the relationship of Jenny and her father with that of Claire, in the first chapter, and her father. Whereas Claire was the initiator of the incestual acts with her father, Jenny was only the object of her father's sex desires. It is true that Jenny was a far from unwilling participant once her father made advances toward her-as we shall be presented with graphic evidence of later in this chapter-but the girl had had sex experiences beforehand with boyfriends. Claire had not. Yet Claire was younger than Jenny at the time of her encounter with her father, and it may be assumed that she might have also had sex contacts with boyfriends if she had not demonstrated erotic desire at such a precocious age.
Age is an important factor. In an article appearing in Sexology Magazine in 1960-"The Problem of Children's Sex Play," by Professor Curtis E. Avery-the author states, "The truth is that almost none of what is called 'sex play' is, for children aged four to nine, really sexual at all, at least not in the usual adult sense. The actual sex drive does not make itself felt until adolescence. The drive behind the kind of childhood activity which concerns us here is curiosity about the anatomy of the other sex, or the comparison between the sexual anatomy of peers of the same sex." (Italics by Professor Avery.) This, for ages four to nine.
Well and good-for those age spans. But both Jenny and her brother Jimmy were well into their teens! Their adolescent bodies had long since became matured to the point of being able to participate in actual sex acts of adult magnitude. Author Avery is aware of the marked difference between sex play between members of the four-to-nine age group and that of teenagers, as indicated by a later statement in the article: " ... if (parents) ignore the so-called sex play or deal with it too lightly, they may have on their hands adolescents so uninhibited sexually that society cannot accept them."
Although there is no record of Jenny's indulging in sex contacts with her brother Jimmy at earlier ages, it is nevertheless plain that the girl is indeed comparatively uninhibited in sexual matters. In addition to having previously discovered masturbation for herself she seems eager to observe her younger brother's masturbatory efforts and even to allow him to observe hers. And the scene in the car with her boyfriend which her father surreptitiously observed reveals that the teenager was also quite familiar with mutual masturbation. At this time the daughter was only "fourteen going on fifteen," according to her father. It is small wonder that the obviously precocious young girl was highly interested in spying on her masturbating brother and in wanting him to watch her as well. One is surprised only by the fact that she did not initiate such activity at a much earlier date.
But masturbation was far from Jenny's goal the night her father overheard her and Jimmy from the study. When their voices became inaudible and he left his listening post to return to his bedroom for the night he consequently had no way of knowing the depravity to which his son and daughter were about to sink. The reason their voices quietened was simply that Jenny lowered her head and whispered instructions for him to perform cunnilingus on her naked vulva. And Jimmy, who had promised to do "anything" if she would allow him to manually masturbate her, readily complied with her instructions!
At this time Jenny did not reciprocate by fellating Jimmy. Her experience with that act came later, as we shall learn firsthand from the further testimony of her father. It was he, after all, with whom she indulged in the act.
Jenny's father refers to the fact that he did not intervene when he heard Jenny and Jimmy actively discussing sexual acts through the wall of his den, and he is remarkably candid as to his reasons for not doing so. "I guess maybe I'm perverted but I began to get so excited from listening to those kids that I got my cock out and started giving myself the action as they kept talking," he graphically states. And later he adds, "The thought of her sitting in there on the bed shamelessly masturbating in front of her little brother should have made me furious at her, I guess, but I was too concerned with my own aroused cock to think about it."
Although his reason for not interceding in his children's sex activities is admittedly a selfish one, there are other reasons for not doing so which are based on the welfare of the youngsters rather than on the incestual sex interest of the parent. Professor Avery's article mentions at least two. " ... If (sex) play is prohibited strongly and punished severely, the parents may establish in their children really serious sexual inhibitions which will jeopardize the marital happiness of their offspring when they reach adulthood," advises the author. And he is emphatic about such parental interference at the end of the article, warning, " ... Most important-never show violent disapproval or revulsion when children are discovered at sex play. This is the usual spontaneous reaction and it is the basic fault to be found in most parents." (Italics by Professor Avery.)
Another article in Sexology Magazine, in 1961, concerns itself more specifically with sibling incest. In "Brother-Sister Sex Play," by Hugo G. Beigel, Ph.D., the author states, for example, "Data based on the memories of older persons show that approximately forty-five out of a hundred females and seventy per cent of all males have indulged in sex play between the ages of four to twelve. The probability is that many others either forgot these happenings or are loath to admit such forbidden activities."
The practice is far from unusual, then, statistically speaking. Is it perhaps possible that Jenny and Jimmy indulged in sexual activity earlier than the incident overheard by their father? From the conversation which he reports took place between them one would think not, yet it is difficult to know for sure.
What has been barely touched on in our consideration of Jenny's incestual acts with her brother and father is orality. Yet this particular perversion among the members of the family is very important in a complete assessment of the girl's case history. It is not known whether she might have, as with her brother a few years later, desired the boyfriend in the car to perform cunnilingus on her. Their erotic interlude was disrupted by her father before it could proceed to whatever sex acts might have ensued. But what is known is that the girl succeeded in having her brother perform mouth-genital acts on her-she later confessed this to her father, as we shall learn from his continuing story-and that she also participated with the father in oral sex acts while on the camping trip he refers to. Indeed, before that trip was ended the teenager not only succeeded in having her own genitals tongued and licked by her father, but contributed a few oral acts of her own on his person as well.
In terms of our comparison of Jenny and her father with Claire and her father in the preceding chapter there was a major difference. The latter pair indulged in their mouth-genital acts initially only because the man was intoxicated-even though Claire desired it. But Clyde Adams pleads no such excuse for the incestual acts with his daughter Jenny. After becoming aware of the girl's considerable charms he seems to have then taken the bull by the horns and very consciously and methodically proceeded to wrest complete sexual gratification from seventeen-year-old Jenny.
"My wife and I had been planning a camping trip for several months. When her aunt got bad sick and needed her by her side to save on nursing bills, she decided she should go there while the kids and I-ha ha, 'kids indeed,' Jenny's nice big knockers were busting right out of all her bras by then-went ahead and made the camping trip. I knew right then I was about to have my chance to get in on some of the stuff her and Jimmy had been doing behind my back. By God I was right, too. I'll never forget that summer as long as I live. I can't do anything about my conviction. The fucking courts are too big to fight. But there isn't a damn thing to keep me from lying in my cell at night and beating off while I think about all the dirty things I did with my kids on that trip. Hell, I don't care who knows I do it. I've told some of my cell buddies about what I did and it gets them so hot hearing about it they go off and beat their own meat. They never get enough of me telling about it, about how fine my daughter looked in her undies and all the stuff she let me do to her young, soft, horny little bod." The man finished telling this somewhat breathlessly, then went on with the story in very graphic detail.
"The first day we drove all day to get to the mountains. I made Jimmy get in the back of our camper-trailer where he couldn't see us and had Jenny sit up front in the cab with me. Shit man, it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road. She was wearing a short skirt that left plenty of her nice, long, tanned legs sticking out at the bottom and a blouse that buttoned down the front. Since I'm taller than her I had a beeline sighting right down in between those juicy, plump rising beauties of hers. The little bitch had left the top button open and I could see down to where her white brassiere cut into the flesh of that tender titty flesh. Every time we rounded a curve I could see her tits sway and jounce like they weighed ten pounds apiece. And as if that wasn't enough, whenever we went up a hill her ass would slide back in the seat and her short mini-skirt would ride up her long, smooth-skinned, brown legs and I could damn near get a look far enough up to spot her panties. Damn near, but not quite. Damn, it nearly killed me trying to twist my neck and see farther up her sweet young crotch!
"We didn't talk much. Me because I was too busy driving and thinking how I was going to just have to get into her pants before the trip was over, and her because she was bored. At least it seemed like she was. She sat there for mile after mile without a word. Once in a while she would yawn and scratch her cheek or her leg and once she even reached in her blouse and scratched her tit. I craned my neck so far trying to spy on her tit inside her bra that I damned near went off the road. Later on I found out from the little whore that she had been sitting there thinking about how she'd played nasty with Jimmy and wondering if maybe the same thing could happen with her dad. Shit, just thinking about her sitting there considering having herself naked with me just about pops my cork!
"After a while I said, 'Jenny, this ride's going to seem pretty long to you and Jimmy. He's in the back where he can relax but you seem awfully uncomfortable up here. Go ahead and get comfy if you want. to. There isn't anybody here except your old dad, you know."
"She says, 'Yeah, but there isn't enough room for me to stretch out like he can do back there. What do you mean "Get comfy"?'
"I said, very fatherly and unconcerned, 'It seems like your underclothes are too tight, aren't they, honey? The way you've been twisting around makes me think you're being pinched or something."
"She says, 'Well daddy, I am awfully uncomfortable on top. But you and mom always say it's indecent for a girl as old as I am to go around without her bra, so I guess I'll just have to sweat it out."
"I said, 'What's the matter, don't it fit? Your mom told me she got you a lot of new underwear just last month."
"She was kind of cross and petulant when she answered. 'She did, daddy, but I'm .. I'm still growing some there. I mean a girl can't buy a bra at my age and have it fit all her life, you know.' And she twisted her torso as she spoke as if to emphasize how constricted her fine big titties were.
"I told her since this was a special occasion-and a sporting affair at that, a time when folks should dress very informally-that she had my permission to remove her bra and just let herself wear anthing but her blouse on top. What she didn't know of course was that not being able to go without a bra was really just her mother's idea, not mine. Hell, I'd have loved to have her running around the house with those firm jugs of hers jiggling under her shirt, but I couldn't let my wife know how I felt about it.
"So Jenny was real pleased and says to me, 'Gee, thanks dad. It'll sure feel a lot better to have this dumb old thing off so I can breath easier. Wow, it's really tight!'
"She turned half sideways toward the door and stuck her hand up under the back of her blouse. I guess she was trying to be as modest as possible under the circumstances but it didn't work too well for her. I could see pretty well in spite of how she'd turned aside and the sight of her naked back and her hand fidgeting with the bra clasp made me hot all over again. She kept fooling with it and finally said, 'Oh, this darn thing. I can't get it to come loose and there isn't enough room here for me to stand up and twist around like I do at home. Can you still drive okay if you reach over here for just a sec and see if you can help me?'
"When she said that it floored me. I thought she'd be embarrassed to have her dad do anything like that. Then I thought of what I caught her and Jimmy doing and it didn't surprise me so much. I was dying to feel the touch of her smooth naked skin anyway, so I said I thought I could get it loose for her and started monkeying around with it. I could feel the strong pressure of her big firm tits as the strap strained taut while I worked on it. She was holding up the back of her shirt just as pretty as you please.
"I told her it was a little harder than I'd thought and I better pull off the road and stop for a minute or else we might have an accident. I parked and had it off in a jiffy, with plenty of extra touching while I did it. I could see the waistband of her panties sticking up from her skirt too, and that made me want to really feel her up good to see what she'd do. I even slipped my hand around her ribs and let one of my fingers graze the base of one of her firm naked tits. She kind of flinched and moved away but she didn't make a big deal out of it so I kept my hopes up. Ha ha ... she later admitted to me she did that just to tease me a little and get me warm in the britches. Remember, she didn't know yet what my feelings were, and I was dying to get every stitch of clothes off her young bod and fuck her just like I do my wife. She flirted as much as she thought she could get away with if it turned out I wasn't receptive to what her dirty little mind was thinking of doing.
"I knew I couldn't get much done right there on the side of the highway so I pulled back on the road and got rolling again so we'd reach the campsite as soon as possible. Now that her tits were loose under there with no bra to interfere I couldn't keep my eyes off. They were jumping around like two pups under a burlap sack. She saw me looking too-I know damn well she did! She wouldn't let on, though. Once I even caught her smiling a little to herself but when I asked why she just said, 'Oh, nothing, dad. Nothing."
"It was just good and dark when we got to the campsite. No other cars or campers were there. It was perfect. Jimmy wanted to 'rough it' so he slept outside in a sleeping bag. There were two beds in the camper, one on each side, and Jenny and I were to sleep there. We'd done it before, of course. Slept together in the same camper, I mean. But it had been a few years before when my wife was along so it was more of a family thing. Back then I hadn't got turned on to how sexy my daughter was getting to be. But this time, without my wife there, that damned camper seemed like a little honeymoon room.
"I felt it right away and before long I could tell she was very much aware of it too. Sort of an air of electricity, you know, like something was going to happen. It sure as shit did, too, later on that night!
"After I was in bed with the covers pulled up Jenny came in from outside where she'd been helping Jimmy gather firewood for the next morning's breakfast. She saw me in bed and said, 'You sure got in bed fast. I was only outside a couple of minutes. How'd you have time to change into your pajamas that quick?'
"I told her I wasn't wearing any, that I was just sleeping in the buff. She said, 'You mean you aren't wearing anything at all? I wish I could do that. It's awfully hot, you know. But mom has always made me wear pajamas or at least a nightgown. Can't I sleep naked just this once, dad? Can't I? Oh, let me, please. I'll be so much more comfortable that way."
"Naturally I told her to go right ahead. It was already too dark for me to see much but just the knowledge she was over there bare-ass naked made my cock swell. I heard the skirt unzip and the rustle of her blouse coming off and then the delicate little swishing noise of her panties as she pulled them down those lovely long legs and off over her feet. I heard the bunk squeak as she lay down and I couldn't help thinking what it'd be like if only her naked, smooth-skinned seventeen-year-old body was slipping under the covers of my bunk instead of hers. I slid my hand down around my prick and began to give myself the business. I did it real slow and nice just like I would've liked her to do it to me if I could just think of some way.
"After my eyes got adjusted to the darkness better I discovered I could make out her naked shape. I couldn't see much detail but I was able to see her silhouette real well and that was plenty, believe me. She had one of her long legs propped up against the far wall and the other one flat on the bunk. She was flat on her back with one arm thrown back under her head and the other lying loose beside her. What fantastic jugs the kid had! It was the best look I'd ever had of them since she'd been that old. They were perfectly shaped mounds with pert nipples the size of cherries. I remember thinking she must have inherited that feature from her mom-my wife has a nice big set of tits but they've gone flabby now and don't even compare at all with Jenny's. Whenever she breathed I could see those succulent melon-mountains rise and fall in silhouette against the wall. I couldn't tell if she was asleep or not but it wasn't long before I found out.
"I'd been lying there working on myself and trying to think of a way I could get my hands on her without causing a ruckus when all of a sudden she blurts out, 'Dad, what's that funny noise? Hear it? It sounds like it's inside the camper."
"The little bitch had heard me playing with my cock! In my excitement I'd let myself get a little too hot and was making a lot more noise against the sheet than I sould have. And here I'd been thinking she might even be asleep! I told her not to pay any mind, that it was probably just some small animal outside. She wouldn't let it go that easy though. She up and tells me it sounded a little like the noise she hears sometimes coming from Jimmy's room. She kind of giggled and I asked her why and she said, 'Never mind, I don't want to get Jimmy in trouble."
"I kept after her until I made her talk. She didn't know I knew anything about how she'd played around with Jimmy and I wanted to see how much she'd tell me. She finally admitted that she thought her brother 'did something to himself every once in a while. I took advantage of the remark to play my father role and asked her if she was referring to masturbation. I heard her take in her breath and realized I'd shocked her by saying the word to her. She giggled and said yes, she thought Jimmy did that sometimes.
"I told her it didn't surprise me in the least if he did and I wasn't mad about it. She said she thought sure I'd 'get uptight' if I knew Jimmy masturbated and after she knew I considered it normal and wasn't going to punish him things changed a lot. I told her I knew she probably masturbated too, but there was nothing wrong with it and a young, growing girl should do it any time she feels like giving herself some pleasure. She really started talking about it a lot then and it gave me a perverse pleasure to hear my own daughter saying words that were sexually stimulating to me. She brought up the fact that I'd once run off one of her boyfriends when they were 'just fooling around some' in the front seat of his car. I told her I only did it because she was so young and I was afraid he might get her pregnant. She seemed to accept that all right and then she got real personal.
"She said, 'Dad, don't be mad now, but do ... do you ever do that? Mess around with yourself, I mean?'
"I felt guilty lying there diddling myself at the very time she was asking about it, so I lied to her and told her that her mother took care of my sex needs and I didn't have to masturbate. I mentioned her doing it again and told her there wasn't a thing in the world wrong with her playing with herself some, that it was much better than taking a chance of letting some pimply-faced kid make her belly swell.
"She answered me kind of cocky. 'Oh, you don't have to worry about your daughter getting pregnant, dad,' she informed me. 'Since we're on the subject let me tell you I'm still a virgin. I've never let a boy put his peter in me and I'm not going to until I get married. What if my husband got mad at me for not being a virgin and divorced me. There are other ways for a boy to make me come than sticking it in me, you know."
"As soon as she spoke I could tell she'd said more than she intended and that she was embarrassed at saying the word 'come' in front of me. Since my hand was at work on my cock already, I damn near came myself when I heard her talk like that. I asked her what she meant by 'other ways' a boy could make her come. I could see her lying there on her back naked as a jaybird all the time we were talking and it was almost too much for me. Her fine, long legs and her big full tits made such a pretty picture I was dying to have release, to just shoot off on the bunk if nothing else. .
"She giggled kind of nervous and answered my question but her voice was so low I couldn't hear what she said. It did me good to know I was 'calling her bluff and making her be the one to back down in the conversation when she'd thought it would be me. She spoke up a little louder and said, 'Oh heck, you know, dad. The "other way" I was talking about was ... using his hands. I ... I can reach my orgasm by having a boy give me a hand job."
"She still hadn't gotten over her embarrassment at saying the word 'come' in front of her dad so she made sure she said it the 'proper way' that time. I told her I thought she meant a hand job but just wanted to hear her say it. I also told her she didn't have to beat around the bush about saying 'come,' either, that when a man gets his nuts off, he gets his nuts off-and it don't make any difference how you say it.
"She let out a little squeal and said, 'Da-a-addy! The things you said! I-I don't think we ought to ... I don't think we ought to talk like that. It ... it makes me feel funny."
"The little bitch was getting horny! I thought to myself right then she must really be a hot-to-trot girl if talking about it turned her on. With my wife you got to touch her to get any response, but here my daughter Jenny seemed to be getting steamed from just lying in bed carrying on a conversation. Most guys get randy from talking about sex but girls are usually cool and unflustered by it.
"I jumped right on her without letting her get past it. 'Funny? How do you mean funny"! I don't hear you laughing any.' I had a damned good idea what was going on with her young bod but I wanted to make her say it. I could still only make out her silhouette and I was dying to see more and to see it much closer.
"By this time she was enjoying our little conversation and let herself go some. She said, 'Gee, dad, you're a pretty groovy guy, you know it? I didn't think you'd ever ... you know, talk about stuff like this to me.' Then she paused and kind of laughed, a low, throaty little laugh that made me want to leap out of my bunk and feel her nakedness against my burning skin. And as she laughed she said, 'Well, if you must know, when I said I was feeling "funny" I meant that I ... that my ... oh, dad, this is terrible-'
"I interrupted her and said, 'Go ahead, Jenny, say what you mean. You won't shock me."
"So she said, 'I meant my ... my pussy-now dad, you said to say just what I meant-my pussy gets warm from talking like this!'
"After she blurted that out I could see her body relax on her bunk and the leg that had been propped against the wall slid down beside the other one.
"I was desperate to get my hands on her as quick as I could and I saw for the first time I had a good chance of doing it. I said, 'Jenny, honey, your pussy needs some loving. You know that, don't you? You know what you need to have when you feel like that-you need some attention between your legs where you're all warm. Tell me the truth, now-it's something besides just warm, isn't it? Isn't it a little wet, too?'
"She was really getting caught up in the feeling by this time. She moaned, 'Oh yes, dad. Yes. You're right. It ... it's warm and wet. And ... and I know what I need. I ... I've got my hand on it now, I have to. I ... I need to frig myself bad, dad. I'm so ashamed ... but I have to do it, I just have to!'
"I couldn't take any more of that talking shit, I had to have some action. I said, 'Go ahead, honey. Frig yourself all you want. I'll tell you something else, too-I been getting hot myself and I'm doing the same thing to myself that you are. Why don't we help each other out a little, huh? Scoot over, I'm coming in bed with you!'
"She didn't put up any squawk at all. She scooted her hard little ass across the sheet and made room for me. The only reason I hadn't done it sooner was for fear of having my wife find out and I knew by that time Jenny was on my side and wouldn't tell. I also knew the hot little cunt was sexually attracted to me-that's the part I couldn't be certain of earlier. I thought maybe she'd think I was too old for her even if she was willing to ignore the fact I was her dad. And of course I had a damned good idea that part wouldn't bother her any from the way she had been carrying on before with my son Jimmy.
"I put my hands on her finely boned shoulders and kissed her on the mouth. Right away I felt the hot jab of her sweet tongue and knew she meant business. I grabbed a beautiful handful of her big firm tit and dropped my other hand in her lap. Sure as shit, she had her own hand there and was going to town on herself just as she'd told me she was doing. The feel of her tit in my hand was so fucking exciting to me I was afraid I might shoot off right away but I managed to contain myself. I knew if I could just manage to contain myself I could have a lot better action later. She crowded up against me and let me feel the entire length of her trim body-trim, that is, except for those two hard-tipped mountains that swelled up off her chest.
"She took hold of my cock and lay there masturbating the two of us at once, her right hand busy inside her juicy cunt and her left circled around my cock. She said, "Ummmm, you have such a big one, dad. The guys I've been dating don't have anything compared with you. Oh, gosh, let me make you come!'
"It didn't surprise me that my cock was bigger than what she was used to, even though it pissed me off to realize she must have handled quite a few in order to be able to make the comparison. But what really burned my ass was her wanting to make me come so soon. I said, 'No, honey, not yet! Move your hand off your pussy and let me inside. I want to fuck you all the way."
"But she quickly reminded me of what I'd forgotten-that she was still cherry. Fucking her all the way would bust it for her and I was afraid my wife would find out sometime if I went that far. I said, 'Oh shit, I guess you're right. I can't fuck you like a man then. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do then, because I'm just dying to have your young pussy around my prick."
"That's when I really began to get to know my daughter. She says, 'Don't worry, dad. I'll do something for you, you'll like just as good as a straight fuck. I promise. And besides, it's my very favorite thing to do."
"Before I had time to think what she meant she hollered and said, 'Oh, dad, give it to me faster down below. Ahh, that's the way. I ... I think I'm going to come. Oh my gosh, I am ... ungh ... it's so good!"
"I speeded up my hand on her pussy like she asked and damned if the little bitch didn't come all over herself! She jerked her ass until she hit her peak, then lay back on the bed. But she wasn't ready to throw in the towel-not by a long shot. She said, 'Wow, thanks, dad. That was groovy! I got so hot from thinking what I was going to do next for you that I came just from picturing it!'
"I'd known, I guess, what it was she must be talking about. But the idea was so exciting to me I thought it was too good to be true. I had no idea my seventeen-year-old daughter knew about-about going down on a guy. I found out fast I was wrong about the matter.
".'She said, 'Just lie back and take it easy, dad. You don't have to do anything. Gosh that's a nice one you've got! I'm gonna eat it for you. I love to give head and I was thinking about doing that to you ever since we started talking about sex tonight. The hotter I got the more I wanted my mouth on you-that's what I was thinking about when I was playing with myself, too!'
"Then she straightened up for a minute, letting me get a great look at her fabulous tits swinging in the air, and dropped her head in my lap like a hawk swooping down to get a chicken. It was all I could do to keep from exploding the head of my prick into my daughter's mouth and filling her cheeks with a big wad of come. She took it in hand and jacked it up and down at the base while her mouth was busy on the end. You could tell just by watching her she loved what she was doing. She played with my balls for a while and kept up the lovely mouth-work every second. Sometimes she'd look up at me and let me see her face while she sucked me. She had a wild-eyed, sexy expression as she pumped my cock in and out of her mouth and she was completely shameless about letting me see what she was doing. i .
"She raised up on her knees and started jerking her ass in the air-short, quick strokes that left no doubt about what was happening to her. She was about to have another big come! As I looked on I could hardly believe my eyes. The kid was bringing herself off just by sucking me. She didn't even have her hand on. her pussy or anything, she was getting all the stimulation she needed simply by mouthing my swollen prick. She made a little grunting, squealing sound and had her second climax. For my part, I was glad she was able to come so easy because I'm not as young as I once was and I'd have been hard pressed to come every time she did. The way she was doing things made it all come out about right.
"I went ahead and let myself start to get hot after her second come. She already had me excited as hell, of course, but I'd been afraid to give rein to my prick and shoot off for fear of not having any left to satisfy her with. It was obvious by then I didn't have to worry about that little matter, so I dug my heels into the bunk and luxuriated in the beautiful tongue job she was giving me. She ran her wet tongue all around the rim of my glans, stopping every once in a while to detour with a long, sliding lick down the shaft all the way to my balls. And in addition to watching her busy mouth, I was able to feast my eyes on her big firm, juicy tits. A few seconds of her super treatment was all I needed to stir me up beyond the boiling point. I grabbed a double handful of tit and grunted like a bear as I felt the come build up, then yelled as it came flooding out of my cock. I not only got my nuts off, but I got to see her take every drop of come in her mouth and swallow it. When she got through she lay back and licked her lips like a pussycat after a meal of fresh milk.
"She told me that she had had her third climax while I was having mine. I told her I had been so sexed up by my own I hadn't noticed if she was getting it, too, and she grinned like a fox.
"We lay there for another half hour or so and then damned if she didn't grab my prick in her mouth again. It was semi-soft when she first latched onto it but it got hard again in a flash, and within five minutes she brought me to my second orgasm of the night. She had another one along with me, too. It seemed like eating cock was enough in itself to easily bring her to orgasm. I wondered to myself how she'd act when she took the first cock into her pussy. I didn't see how it could possibly be any more satisfying to her than what she got from sucking.
"The next morning I warned her to keep her mouth shut and not mention a word to Jimmy about what we'd done. She didn't yet know that I was aware of the little games they'd been playing for the past couple of years. I didn't see any reason to tell her. That day we went fishing and took a short hike. When night came we went to bed early and she sucked me off again just like she had the night before. We made so much noise I was afraid Jimmy might get suspicions. She blew me and brought me off three times during the night and I don't know how many times she got it for herself. In the morning I saw from Jimmy's expression that he had enough to suspect something.
"I mentioned it to Jenny and she said, 'Oh, he's just jealous.' Then she clapped her hand over her mouth and stared at me in shock, realizing she had accidentally let me in on their secret. I acted like I hadn't known anything about it before and told her I wouldn't punish her or him for the stuff they'd done together if she'd tell me everything. Damn, it took her about two hours to do it. I felt like a creep, but hearing her describe all the stuff her and Jimmy had done together made me horny. Before it was over I was so hot I was really needing it bad and she knew it. She went down on her hands and knees, ripped my fly open, and gave me a hot, wet mouth job right on the spot. Luckily, we were down by the river and Jimmy was up at the camper or he might have seen us. Later on that day I decided to be honest with my son and tell him I knew of what he and Jenny had done so he wouldn't have to keep hiding it from me. I explained to him that I wouldn't punish him for his part in the matter any more than I would punish Jenny. I told him not to tell his mom, that she wouldn't understand.
"When I finished talking he said, 'Oh boy, you mean we don't have to quit? Great!' Then he turned to his sister and said, 'Will you play with me tonight like you used to? We haven't done any fooling with each other on the whole trip!'
"I had to step in and explain that although I wasn't going to punish them for what happened in the past, I didn't intend for them to do it anymore. I told them it was not the thing to do, that they were both getting too old for such stuff. But then Jenny looked at me with an expression on her face that made me feel worth about two cents. She made me remember that I was doing the same thing I was telling Jimmy never to do again-have sex with her. It made me look pretty two-faced and I could see I was going to have to do something different. But then Jenny helped me solve the problem.
"She said, 'Jimmy, I'm tired of doing it with you. Don't be mad, I just am. I mean after doing stuff with dad, your cock seems pretty little. See what I mean?'
"At first he was hurt by her comparison. Then he brightened up and said, 'Okay, you don't have to suck mine anymore. But I still do yours for you? Can I take down your panties and lick yours like I used to do?'
"She shushed him and made a bad face at him. I saw that for some reason she hadn't wanted me to know that he'd been sucking her off even though it had already been established how she's sucked him a lot. I told her it didn't make any difference, that I understood how they had both started doing it a long time before and had just fallen into the habit of it. I sure as hell didn't intend to give up sex with Jenny, but as a father I couldn't allow Jimmy to continue doing things with her. It was bad enough for me to be doing it, I thought, and for me to let Jimmy keep it up too was just that much worse. Maybe that doesn't hold water but that's how I felt about it.
"Then Jenny came up with a solution. She said, 'Wouldn't it be fun for you to have somebody different, Jimmy? How would you like to have another girl do the same things with you I used to do. I bet you'd like that."
"Jimmy thought about it for a minute and said, 'Sure I would, but who would it be? All the kids my age are too square. None of them do stuff like you taught me, sis."
"Jenny said she thought she would have a surprise for him later in the day. There were a few other campers in our general vicinity and she had noticed one family with a daughter about Jimmy's age. She said she'd try to meet them and get friendly with the daughter, then find out how much playing around she'd ever done and ask her if she wanted to meet her little brother and play around with him. It sounded good to the kids but I had to put my foot down. I told them it was too dangerous, that if the girl told her parents we'd all be in big trouble. I told the kids I could be sent to jail for being a party to anything like they were considering.
Funny the way things happen, isn't it? I did get convicted for just the kind of thing I was afraid of. But it didn't have anything to do with the other family. It was my own family that wound up reporting me and having me thrown in the clink.
"But that happened after we got home and my wife caught me finger-fucking Jenny one night after I thought she was asleep. Jimmy had been a little jealous of me ever since I made him quit fooling with Jenny. He knew how good her mouth felt just as well as I did and he wanted more of it. Can't blame the little bastard for that, I guess. Anyway, after my wife caught us it was easy for her to win Jimmy over to her side and get him to testify against me. But I'm jumping ahead of the story.
"Jenny convinced me there'd be no risk for her to try her plan of making friends with the girl and then fixing Jimmy up with her. She assured me she'd make absolutely sure the girl would go for it before she came right out and asked her if she wanted to. I have to give her credit, too. It did work. The kid's name was Mary and she was fourteen, the same age as Jimmy.
"She was a real cute little thing, too. I never used to think girls that young were attractive in a sexual way, but after I started getting in my own daughter's .pants I began to react differently to the young ones. She wore long brown pigtails and had a cute, foxy little face and a nice slim figure. I guess her tits were about average for her age but I like them bigger, like Jenny's are, so to me Mary had pretty small ones. They sure were nicely formed, though. Those two little globes jutted out from her chest as firm and saucy as could be. They managed to fill her bra just fine-but I didn't get to see them naked until later.
"Jenny went over to their camp to borrow some coal oil for our lantern and started up a conversation with the people. She can make herself come off like sugar and spice when she wants to. Since Mary was three years younger than Jenny she sort of idolized her I think. So she was more than pleased when Jenny invited her to pick wildflowers with her the next day. The parents gave their permission without much trouble so everything was set.
"Jenny told me where they'd be going so I could hide there and hear what they said to each other. Jimmy didn't mind staying behind since he knew he might be having a new girl friend before long. Just before Jenny left that morning to meet her I asked where they'd be and that's when she told me. She was pretty leery about my interest in Mary, though. I explained that I just wanted to see what was going to be done to 'win her over,' how Jenny was going to manage it and all. I don't think Jenny quite believed me when I told her Mary was too young to interest me and that I just wanted to eavesdrop and spy on them for fun. She gave me a wet French kiss as she left and gave my cock a small affectionate pat through my pants. She whispered in my ear, 'Remember, I'm the one that takes care of this nice big juicy cock. Let her take care of Jimmy's, not yours."
"A little while later I hid in a thick clump of bushes where I could see and hear everything they said. Jenny knew I was there but Mary had no idea anyone else was within miles. They picked up a few flowers and talked about makeup and clothes for a while, then Jenny suggested they rest a few minutes and both girls sat down on a rock. Jenny told Mary she was cute and that she bet she had a lot of boyfriends at home. This compliment coming from a girl three years her senior pleased Mary no end and made her blush. She grinned real big and said, 'Yeah, I have a few."
"Then Jenny returned her grin and said, 'You look like you're smarter than most girls your age, know what I mean?' The kid said, 'Oh, you mean about boys and stuff? Well, I know everything, if that's what you mean."
"Jenny said, 'I thought you probably did. Then must have done a few things, too, fyuh? Have you ever had a boy in your pants?'
"Mary said, 'Promise you won't ever tell on me-I've done it five times. I let one boy do it to me twice and I've let three other guys do it. It's a groove, man.' She was obviously trying to show off in front of Jenny in order to win her approval but from what happened later I think the kid was telling the truth.
"Pretty soon Jenny had her really talking dirty. You know, telling about where they were and how they fucked and everything. Then Jenny drops the hint about her brother and of course Mary is very interested because she feels safe since he's Jenny's brother. She told the kid Jimmy had lots of girl friends but that she thought he'd really go for her. Then she told Mary, 'I know a secret about my brother, too. He doesn't know I know, but he likes to have a girl use her mouth on him. You know? That's not all, either. Sometimes he likes to use his mouth on a girl if she's real sweet. Can you give a boy a good suck job?"
"I got all hot from hearing them talk and had to jack off as they continued talking. Before they went back to the campsite I shot off on the ground.
"Mary was a little hesitant but she finally said, 'Sure, I know how to do it. If it's somebody I like a lot I always do anything they want.. Especially if they do it back to me."
"Jenny said, 'Oh, don't worry, you're so cute that when Jimmy sees you he'll probably fall in love with you. If you'd let him I bet he'd want to strip your panties off and put his tongue on your pussy as soon as he lays eyes on you."
Next day it was arranged for Jimmy and Mary to go on a little date by themselves. Jenny told him she was sure Mary would give him a good sucking if he was nice. She wanted to stay back at the camper and have our own orgy but I wanted to follow Jimmy and Mary to spy on them while we did our thing. At first she thought it was silly but before it was over she was enjoying watching them as much as I was. Jimmy took her up in the pine forest and within ten minutes they were kissing and hugging to beat the band. I made sure Jenny could see them good from her position, then leaned back against a big rock and let her work me over good while we both watched Jimmy and Mary.
"The little bastard had his hand in her panties before long and she was squirming her young ass into the pine needles like a bitch dog in heat. We weren't close enough to hear what they were saying but the stuff they were doing to each other was great to see. I guess the young cunt knew how to really turn him on because he went down on her first. Made out like he was kissing her knees and thighs, then dove up under that short skirt of hers like a rabbit. She loved it too! Jenny and I watched Jimmy's head entirely disappear under her clothes and saw her start grinning real big and getting sweaty on her face and neck.
"Jenny had a climax from sucking me off and just as she was coming down from it we saw the kids about to get their rocks off. The little cunt was humping her ass against Jimmy's face and had a tight grip on his little cock. We saw him shoot off into the air as she frigged it for him, then a short time later her ass speeded up and we could tell she was getting there herself. Seeing all that made me come off then, and Jenny was ready for her second one about the same time. Before we left our spying place that day he got Mary to turn the tables and go down on him. And I got such a charge from it all that I got my nuts twice during our short stay there. I'm getting a little older, you know, and if I can bring myself off twice at one session I consider myself pretty well off.
"During our camping trip Jimmy got to make it with the little cunt two more times and her parents never found out. Then everything was just fine until I made my dumb mistake with Jenny and let my wife catch me fingering her. That's how I got sent up the river. And just think, that was only for fingering her through her panties. Damn, what I always wonder is what they'd have done to me if they'd seen us doing what we usually did, with my daughter Jenny's mouth on my prick!"
The case history of Clyde Adams suggests that we are presented with an example of erotic excesses. The problem between him and his children which eventually resulted in oral sex contacts with his daughter seems to be a manifestation of excessive sexuality, not erroneous identification of needs. He did not choose to engage his daughter in an incestuous oral relationship-his action seems more directly due to her high level of oral-erotic need.
It is true that he, unlike the father in the previous chapter, planned to seduce his daughter before it actually happened and that he consciously sought to carnally possess her. He did not give in to temptation while under the influence of alcohol as did Claire's father. But his early conflicts with his daughter Jenny were of a disciplinary nature, not of a sexual one. It was only because of her sexually promiscuous activities in the car with her boyfriend, for example, that Clyde Adams was confronted with Jenny's erotic proclivities. And again in his study, when he overheard Jenny and her brother indulging in incestuous acts, it was she who initiated the proceedings.
Yet the man is far from blameless in the matter. As the head of a household, he often behaves with singular lack of judgment. Having admitted his incest with Jenny to his son Jimmy, and being asked by the boy to allow continued sex acts between him and his sister, Clyde Adams did not order his children to cease their unnatural practices. Instead, he foolishly accepted Jenny's plan to provide Jimmy with outside sex interest in the form of the young girl Mary. It is not surprising that the subject was arrested and convicted for his misdeed.
CHAPTER THREE
Rona
"One psychiatrist told me I identified very strongly with my daughter," states the attractive woman, on a taped transcript of her case. She is in her late thirties, very youthful in appearance and demeanor, and obviously quite well off financially. "He said that when I get her naked and hug her like I do, it's a direct link with a habit I used to have of masturbating myself in front of a mirror. He claimed that when I touch her-even when I caress her pussy to get her hot enough so she'll return my affection-I'm symbolically touching myself. Just plain old masturbating, that's the way he sees it. But goodness knows there are hundreds of reasons that might explain why my teenage daughter and I have become lovers. I don't really care anymore about the explanation. All I care about is being able to keep having Veronica's lovely young body as often as I want. And don't think little Rona doesn't want it every bit as bad as I do. She loves it, loves every minute of it, and she always will.
"You noticed the name I call her, Rona? That's what I always call her around the house. I referred to her by her full name at first just so you'd know what her legal name is. Informality means a lot around our house and the shortened form of her name is just one example. Rona always calls me Lisa, my given name-she never calls me 'mom' or 'mother.' That was okay when she was a child but now that my Rona's fifteen years old I'm a lot more to her than just a mother.
"A more important way our informality affects us, though, is in how we dress and how we speak. Some people seem to think that anyone with the kind of money we have always talks very proper, you know-Bostonian accent and all-and that we walk around all day in either a riding habit or an evening gown. Well that's all a lot of shit where our family's concerned. Inside our home we mostly go naked. I guess you'd call us 'nudists without a camp.' Our home and grounds are spacious enough to make it unnecessary for us to have to travel to some certain place just to take our clothes off. Our butler and maids are accustomed to it and I don't see that it's anyone else's damned business.
"And we don't believe in beating around the bush when we talk. If I'm talking about a woman's cunt I usually call it a cunt. 'Vulva' and 'vagina' sound so bloody scientific to me. If I want fucking I say fucking, not 'intercourse' or 'coitus' or any of that shit. Once Rona got into a little trouble in school because of her language but I defended her. She was just seven years old and in the second grade. One morning she and two of her little classmates were confronted by one of those oddball exhibitionists on their way to school. It gave them all a little fright but he didn't hurt them, so they had calmed down by the time they reached school.
"They told their teacher 'a strange man' had made them late. When the teacher asked what had happened Rona's two classmates just kept saying 'It's awful, we can't tell you how nasty he was!' They turned red and covered their faces in shame. But Rona said in her very clear, sweet little voice, 'Well, this old man stood in front of us and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and started jacking himself off. At first his cock was soft but as we stopped and looked at him it grew real big. He wanted us to see him doing that, see. I think he wanted us to touch it, too, but none of us wanted to. Or maybe he wanted to see if we'd take down our panties and show him-' But that's as far as Rona got. The teacher yanked her out of the classroom, washed her mouth out with soap and called me. I wound up removing her from the school and putting her in one that was a little more liberal.
"But that doesn't tell you anything about Rona except the way she talks. What's more important is the way she looks. The girl is just a living doll, that's all. I'll be more particular. She's five feet seven in her stocking feet-and oh, you should see her when she's wearing nothing but stockings! She weighs a hundred and twelve pounds, so I think you can picture how she's built. She's very slim except for her perky little ass that sticks out so cute you want to pinch it. And she has darling, firm breasts. She's still growing some, I guess, at fifteen, so I think there'll be more nice titty meat before she's through filling out. Her legs are long and graceful with beautifully rounded thighs and calves, and there's something about the way she walks that's just downright sensual.
"Her face is very pretty-high cheek bones, full lips and deep green eyes-and it's framed by thick black hair that hangs just below her nipples. I know what you're thinking, so don't be embarrassed by it-the girl I've just described resembles me quite a bit, doesn't she? A lot of people say we look very much alike, which pleases me very much, of course. Actually I'm heavier than Rona, but not all that much. And the places I am heavy are nice places to have a little something extra. My tits and my ass. Everyone tells us we should audition for that TV commercial that features the look-alike mother and daughter but we'll never do it. Too much trouble to go through all the red tape. Maybe even the casting-couch bit.
"I guess I seem like a common whore the way I'm telling you in such great detail about my daughter's looks, huh? Don't worry, I'll tell you a hell of a lot more than that before this interview is over. And maybe it seemed bold for me to talk to you about my own tits and ass, how I look when I'm naked and stuff like that. But remember, I like only girls. A man doesn't ', interest me in the least. Rona's different. She's bisexual, I'd have to say. But I like to think she's a bit partial to females.
"Rona's the only child. My husband wanted one child, so I gave in and Rona was born. Of course I'm very glad about it now for other reasons. My husband knew I'd had affairs with other girls when he married me so it wasn't as if I cheated him. When I was younger I could at least get a bit of a thrill from having a man fuck me but for the last several years I've gone over to strictly girls. My husband married primarily to fulfill the terms of his uncle's will anyway, so there was no love lost. He was fun to have around and I was deeply saddened when he was killed in the big '57 Alpine avalanche. Rona was only two so she doesn't remember him.
"It's a wonder Rona likes guys at all, the way I've brought her up. But she does and I don't try to change her. I'm just thankful she likes girls as much as she does. God, she's so beautiful that I don't know if I could stand to have her in the house with me if I couldn't put my hands on her and make love to her. If she would have been strictly heterosexual I guess I'd just die from seeing her naked body waltzing around the house. I'd have no time for anything but just sitting and finger-fucking myself while I watched her and wished she'd let me love her.
"Don't misunderstand though. I waited until she was thirteen before I fooled around any with her. When I was a girl I was masturbated and manipulated by girls from about the age of six. I've thought maybe that turned me away from men, so I wanted to give Rona the chance to be older before I started anything. I picked thirteen because that's when she started developing. I wish it had been earlier, believe me. She was such a cute little girl I wanted to lick and suck her awfully bad. I knew she'd probably go for it because I did when I was that age, but I wanted to be sure and wait until she was getting her nice new little titties and having her first period and everything. Just to make sure I waited until she had a nice, thick, full muff around her sweet little slit, too. She started getting a few hairs there when she was just ten but she didn't really have a thick mat of curls like she does now until two years ago when she hit the age of thirteen.
"Here's the best part. It wasn't even me who 'turned her out.' And after all that planning, too, and all that waiting for the day when I'd be able to initiate her into the secrets of lesbian love. It was a little cousin of hers named Flora that gave Rona her first taste of how wonderful it is to feel your mouth being kissed by a soft, sweet girl's mouth, and your titties pressing against another pair of naked ones, nipple to nipple. Ungh....I'm getting very aroused just thinking about how it all happened and how they looked in their cute, frilly underwear'.
"Flora's two years older than Rona. She's my brother's daughter and lives on the other coast or else I'd have known her better. The first night she was at our house I thought she just might be a young lesbian but I wasn't sure so I didn't want to embarrrass her by approaching her. I gave her the bedroom at the end of the hall. I'd been thinking in the back of my mind it was nearly time for me to see if Rona liked girl love, but I was having a very satisfying relationship with a girl I met at the annual Charity Ball. So I wasn't quite as sensitive to Rona's budding growth as I would have been otherwise.
"I returned home one night around midnight-it was Flora's second night in the house-and heard muffled noises coming from Rona's room. As I walked past I could tell it was voices so I slowed down and listened. Flora was just saying, 'You sure your mother won't care if I sleep in your room tonight?' Rona said, 'No, she won't care. Lisa's real nice about things like that. We could even switch rooms and she wouldn't care."
"After Flora's amazement at my daughter referring to me by my first name and the ensuing explanation, she said to Rona, 'Oh, I wouldn't want to switch rooms. Then we wouldn't be together. I just wanted to sleep in here so we could keep talking as long as we want without bothering anyone else."
"Rona said, 'You can, then. It's okay. But I only have this one big bed. Will you be comfortable enough?'
"The way Flora said, 'Yes, I'll be fine,' made me want to get where I could see the two of them. I had a definite feeling that my little buttercup was about to be propositioned by another girl for the first time in her life and I wanted to see what happened. I had intended to be the one to do it, but since I wasn't, I thought that Flora, after all, would be a very nice girl to bring Rona out if there was any homosexual interest in her little head. At fifteen Flora was very nicely built and appeared to be very neat and tidy. She had blond hair which she wore in a sort of Dutch cut that crowned her trim shape in a very attractive manner. And her titties, of course, were much bigger than my Rona's. Rather large, as a matter-of-fact. I estimated the blond teenager wore about a 36B bra to keep her pretty breasts from bouncing around loose.
"I quickly went next door to the library and with a careful yet slight repositioning of a pair of French doors I was able to see the girls as well as hear them. Flora looked perfectly lovely in her frilly 'little-nothing' nightgown and I was both surprised and delighted to see what they were doing already. I always knew Rona had a gorgeous young body and that it was bound to get even more magnificent as she grew older. But the sight of both the girls together, lying carelessly across the bed like two rag dolls and paying entirely no attention to keeping their legs crossed or their fresh young breasts covered-well, that was an extremely stimulating sight for me. Even if they hadn't been doing anything at all!"
Lisa's detailed account of what she viewed in her daughter's bedroom that night is recounted later in this chapter. So is the complete case history regarding the bizarre relationship that Lisa and Rona embarked upon for the next two years. But since this is the first case history in this study to embrace the subject of homosexuality it will be instructive for us to examine the case of Lisa and her daughter as it may relate to other investigations in that specific area.
First let us simply consider the fact of Lisa's homosexual inclinations. The mere existence of her preference for sex partners of her own sex is not in itself very meaningful. There are thousands of homosexuals of both sexes in the world today. But let us delve further into the subject, with specific reference to female homosexuals-lesbians.
Author William E. Miles, in his book, The College Female, points out, "There are two types of lesbians: the predominantly mannish and the predominantly feminine. Some attempt to compensate for feelings of inferiority in being a woman (perhaps unconsciously implanted in their minds by a father who would have preferred a boy) by striving for total masculine achievement. Others, essentially feminine, often turn to their own sex for consolation after being disillusioned in love relationships with the opposite sex."
Both Lisa and her daughter Rona seem to be very feminine, so we would automatically exclude them from the ranks of the "mannish" group of females. Yet neither of them fit conveniently into the prototype of the "essentially feminine" either, for author Miles mentions "consolation after being disillusioned in love relationships" as a prime causative-factor in that group. Rona, of course, is too young to have yet been so disillusioned; Lisa, her mother, seems to have suffered no great disillusions at all. We must then consider the two females as atypical of lesbians in general.
Lisa tells us that she has practiced lesbianism since a very early age, having been introduced to it by older girls when she was small. As for Rona, it is difficult to form any very thorough judgment of her homosexual tendencies from the information thus far presented about her. But suffice it to say that the girl is indeed a homosexual according to what is later divulged by her mother.
It is interesting to conjecture about Rona's homosexual tendencies in terms of Miles' comment about a "feeling of inferiority" that may have been "unconsciously implanted in their minds by a father who would have preferred a boy." Since Rona's father died when she was barely two years old it would seem un-likely that any such effect might be produced in this instance. Yet Lisa does tell us that her husband was interested in having a child mainly to "fulfill the terms of his uncle's will." And modern psychology tells us that a child's overall behavior patterns are formed at an age much earlier than was formerly supposed. Perhaps there might be some residual effect due to this factor after all. In any case it is too insubstantial a thread to pursue to any great length.
Much more unique about Lisa's case history, of course, is the incestual aspect. It is extremely rare for a female to indulge in homosexual activities with her own daughter. Yet Lisa not only does so in a very thorough fashion-as we shall soon see-but has evidently been entertaining ideas about the arrangement ever since the birth of her daughter. It is interesting to note that because of her own childhood experiences with homosexuality, Lisa took care not to expose Rona to lesbian influences even though she fervently hoped the child would develop a taste for homosexual love.
So far as the actual physical act is concerned, there are more than a few misconceptions prevalent. The female orgasm is treated in such a way as to dispel a few of these misconceptions in Dr. Joyce Brothers' book, What You Probably Don't Know About Sex Relations. She tells us, "When the male enters the female, the penis, thrusting rhythmically in the vagina, stimulates the female's clitoris by its movements against the inner lips of the vagina. Since these are attached to the hood of the clitoris, they transfer the friction there. It is this indirect stimulation of the clitoris, not the direct stimulation of the relatively insensitive vagina by the penis, that brings the female to orgasm." She refers to an act of heterosexual participants here, not an act of homosexual participants. But the female parts described would respond in the same manner whether touched by a male or another female-so long as actual physical contact be achieved.
Dr. Brothers also states, "Since stimulation of the clitoris is indirect during coitus, most women take longer than their partners do to reach orgasm. Excitement in the woman can be heightened, and the timing difference decreased or eliminated, if stroking of the vulva above and around the clitoris is [done in] coitus." But note that the word "partner" is used by the author to refer exclusively to a member of the opposite sex. If both "partners" were women, their timing difference would be essentially eliminated by virtue of being "canceled out." All of which is simply to say that there is much validity in the old chestnut which states that "no one knows how to make love to a woman better than another woman."
But another aspect of Lisa's case history, which is implicit but not yet appraised, is the matter of orality. We shall learn from the remainder of her comments that cunnilingus, both mutual and unilateral, was an act of rather great importance in her sex life. It is still very important to her and to her daughter as well. Both females, according to Lisa's account, received a very high degree of pleasure from having their genitals licked or sucked by another female. And both Lisa and Rona also were highly gratified when applying their lips to the genitals of another female.
In Female Homosexuality, by Frank S. Caprio, M.D., an excellent account of a case history involving two lesbians and their oral-genital acts is presented. He quotes the girl, a twenty-nine-year-old who is having an affair with a slightly older roommate, as follows: "I wanted very much to have Henrietta perform cunnilingus and suggested it to her. She wanted to and went ahead with it. I was terribly excited by the idea and the thing itself, and let it happen as it would. It was by far the most satisfactory sex experience I have ever had and afterwards Henrietta and I were so pleased with ourselves that we sat up and had a bottle of beer to celebrate. I was pleased that Henrietta was so natural at the act and so satisfactory. Immediately following my orgasm I felt very queer and upset because my hands tingled and my legs were cold. I masturbated Henrietta and felt a little badly that she wasn't able to have an orgasm-never has. It seemed rather unfair for me to be the only really satisfied one."
Afterwards, the girl reports that Henrietta kissed her all over her body and told her that she wanted to perform cunnilingus. Then the girls lay down together and went to sleep.
The females in Dr. Caprio's case history were considerably older than thirteen-year-old Rona and fifteen-year-old Flora, her cousin. But as we shall now discover from Lisa's continuing comments, the two youngsters proved to be much more inventive and enthusiastic about their homosexual acts than the older women. And this in spite of the fact that young Rona was totally inexperienced in such matters.
Until the younger girl was aroused, it was largely Flora's activities that produced pleasurable sensations for them both. The older girl, having had prior experience with lesbian acts, was strongly motivated to provide Rona with the same deeply gratifying feelings that she had been privy to. Rona, on the other hand, regarded their activities with some reservation-though certainly not too much-until Flora succeeded in exciting her breasts and genitals. Then the younger girl was as eager for the act as Flora had been all along. But let us return again to Lisa's verbatim account of the encounter:
"As I looked onto the bed where the half-naked girls lay sprawled like kewpie dolls I congratulated myself on coming by at just the right time. If I'd been a few minutes earlier or later I probably wouldn't have heard their voices. Flora was a little larger than Rona in every dimension and it was heaven for me to watch the little minx in action. I could tell she was going crazy from the desire she had to touch Rona and get underneath her nightclothes where she could get her fingers on some of my daughter's nice young titty flesh. They were looking through a magazine with pictures of naked people in it. I can't imagine where a kid of Flora's age would have gotten such a thing, but there it was. It wasn't just a nudist magazine either. It showed women hugging and kissing each other and I caught a glance at a few pages that even showed women with their hands on each other's naked tits. In order to turn the pages Flora had her arm over my Rona's back and was using every movement to cop a feel.
"I'd never let Rona see anything like that, of course, so she was amazed at what the pictures showed. From my view, though, I was enjoying the scene of the two young girls on the bed much more than the pictures I could see.
"Flora, I could tell, was a real little lesbian who must have had plenty of experience even though she was only fifteen. She used the pictures in the magazine to interest Rona and see what she thought about it before going on with any attempt to actually touch her. She pretended the dirty pictures were 'funny' and made jokes about them as they scanned the pages. When Rona gave no sign of disgust at what she saw, Flora gained confidence and asked Rona if she knew women did things together sometimes. My daughter proudly replied that what they were doing in the pictures 'wasn't so much' and said she'd had a boy do 'almost that much' with her before. That was just the kind of seXy talk Flora was trying to get her into.
"She asked Rona if she'd ever let a boy put his hand in her panties before and Rona said, 'I've done a lot more than that. I've let two boys get in far enough to finger my pussy. You know, just like when you play with yourself. And I played with their cocks, too. I did it to one of them until he ejaculated."
"Flora was naturally surprised at my daughter's rather precocious knowledge and asked where she learned a word like 'ejaculated."
Rona said, 'My mom, that's how. She's always told me everything I wanted to know. "Ejaculation" is just a fancy word for a guy shooting off."
"My heart swelled with pride when I heard that. Flora said, 'You ever done anything with another girl"! Like the women in these pictures, I mean?' She scooted up as close to Rona as she could get as she asked her that.
"At first Rona was a little nervous about the subject but finally she said, 'No, I haven't ever done anything with a girl. It's silly. But I could if I wanted to."
"Her show of bravado made Flora bolder and she said, 'It might not be as silly as you think. How do you know unless you try it?" Her head was very close to Rona's now and their slim young bodies were touching from knee to shoulder. Rona's frilly nightclothes were very disheveled from lying on the bed and Flora took advantage of it by sticking her hand inside the back where she had been reaching across to turn the pages.
"Rona countered with, 'Oh, how do you know so much about it? You may be two years older than me but I'll bet you've never done stuff with another girl any more than I have.' Flora said, 'You want to bet? I have, too-if you're not scared I'll show you some things I've done with other girls!'
"I could tell Rona was a little taken aback by the suggestion but she knew she had gone too far to back out by then. She said she wasn't afraid to but that she still thought it was silly. I watched as Flora slipped her hand under my daughter's thin nightclothes and moved it toward her immature but perfectly formed titty. I could tell by the expression on Flora's face this was the opportunity she'd been waiting for.
"She said, 'If you really aren't afraid then lie still and let me mess around some under your clothes. I think you're going to be surprised at how groovy it feels. Here, let me in farther. Open your clothes more so I can show you what I mean."
"I think Rona was a little scared but she didn't want Flora to know. She shifted on the bed so the older girl could do what she wanted. What a lovely sight! Soon she had my daughter down to nothing but her frilly little panties and was massaging her pubescent titties lightly and slowly. I could see the sweat break out in little beads on the back of Flora's cute knees and knew she was more than just a little turned on by what Rona was letting her do. I was sure that if only I could see the girl's little cunt it must be getting awfully moist. Not just with sweat, either-with warm pussy juice. That's when I got so hot I had to slip my fingers between my legs and give myself a little of the attention I was needing so bad.
"Rona had a smug expression on her face as-Flora played with her titties. She said, 'That ... that isn't so great. What's such a big deal about feeling up my titties?' But I could tell by the slight tremor in her voice she wasn't nearly as unaffected as she was pretending to be.
"Flora said, 'Maybe not, but why is your nipple so hard then? The one I'm playing with is different than the other one. Look at them and see for yourself."
"Rona looked down at her porcelain-smooth chest, with the two firm mounds rising gracefully to rosy-tipped points, and saw one soft, flattened nipple and one nipple pert as a bean. She didn't say anything but her face got a little red. She could say what she wanted but there was no way she could disguise the way her virginal young body was beginning to respond. She giggled and said, 'Okay, my nips are different. Look at yours though. They're both hard and they aren't even being touched."
"Flora said, 'Mine don't need to be touched to get that way. Seeing you almost naked like you are and milking your titties like I'm doing makes them that way! You're a real cute girl, Rona."
"Rona kept looking at Flora's half-exposed tits and it was clear she wasn't just doing it to compare how hard their nipples were. She liked what she saw-I could tell! My cunt was plenty wet by then and I was pretty sure I was going to climax before the girls had even had time to do much. I kept my slick finger going in slow circles on my clit and the inside of my pussy lips.
"Flora said, 'Don't be bashful. If you like what you see down the front of my top, reach in and pull one out."
"Rona was definitely getting aroused. She said, 'Gee, yours sure are nice and big. I hope mine will be that big by the time I'm fifteen."
Then she shyly put her hand in and carefully touched her hesitant fingers to them. Without any prompting from Flora she undid the drawstring top and let the girl's prize-sized tits fall out loose on the bed. Flora rewarded her by a surprise move-she ducked her head to my daughter's budding titties and used her mouth on her nipples. First she went like a hummingbird from one to the other, then she fastened herself on one and sucked so greedily I could clearly hear the noise from where I was spying on the two girls.
"Rona was caught off guard and made no attempt to deny the satisfaction she got from Flora's wet lips. She made a little noise and said, "Ummmm ... gee, do that more. Wow, no boy ever did that to me before."
"I couldn't hold back any more. When she said that I jerked my ass back and forth and brought myself off even though I was in a standing position. The hot orgasm I experienced almost made me give away my presence by yelling, but I contained myself. I was determined to stay for more.
"Flora's pretty face was wet with sweat as she rolled it around on Rona's tender titties. She still had a nipple in her mouth and from the expression on my daughter's face I was sure Flora must be using her tongue on her.
"She hooked her thumb and forefinger in the waistband of Rona's frilly panties, raised her head from her titties and kissed her full on the mouth. It seemed to surprise Rona but she didn't even begin to pull back.
"Flora kidded her and said, 'Still think it's silly for two girls to do things to each other?' As she spoke she hugged her close and put one hand on Rona's thigh and the other inside the back of her panties, pushing them down and getting a nice firm grip on the hard little cheek of her young ass.
"Rona just smiled and shook her head. She didn't want to admit she'd been wrong but I could tell she did want Flora to keep up what she was doing. Then Flora said, "If you like what I was doing to your titties just wait 'til I play with you down below."
"I think she started to protest but Flora didn't let her get very far. She quickly jammed her hand between Rona's thighs and worked it all the way up to the lovely curly triangle of soft pussy hair that was now visible. By then she had yanked Rona's panties all the way down to her knees and everything was visible. Even though it was my own daughter's nakedness I was staring at I found it made me horny as hell to see the red little lips pouting out through the soft mass of hairs and the tiny rosebud of an asshole centered in her bottom. Flora kept her hand between Rona's upper thighs and although she shook her ass and tried half-heartedly to keep it away, she soon gave up and let Flora have her way.
"Flora's beautiful young knockers were out in plain sight but the rest of her body was still semi-clothed in the sheer nightdress she wore. I knew damned well her young pussy must be in dire need of loving by then. I was right. Without taking her hand from my daughter's downy crotch, she dropped her free hand and caught Rona by the wrist, pushing her hand down to her own crotch.
"Rona yelped, 'Hey, wait a minute. Nothing below the waist! I don't know how to do it.' But just as she spoke, Flora's hand found her little pussy lips. Rona clamped her legs together and sighed deeply as she felt the older girl's fingers probe her pussy. From the way they were lying on the bed I could see right up between my daughter's long legs and watch every delicious move of Flora's fingers.
"Flora said, 'Sure you know how! Come on, frig it for me, Rona. Do mine just like I'm doing yours. Save that dumb "Nothing below the waist" stuff for your boyfriend. You gotta admit you're digging what I'm doing to you, right?'
"Flora's busy fingers were giving my daughter a wild time inside her pussy as she talked and Rona was getting so hot she was willing to go along with her idea. She dropped her defenses and rolled over on her back with her slender legs wide apart. She got this sexy little grin on her face and murmured, "Ummmm ... I'm digging it, all right. Oh wow, I think I'm getting all wet down there. I ... I'll do you too, then. I've frigged myself plenty of times before, that's for sure. I guess if I can make myself come I can do the same thing for you."
"Flora said, 'All wet is right. You're like a little river down there! You must play with yourself a lot, huh? For a girl who still has her cherry you're a damned hot little piece."
"I could see the sweat streaming down my daughter's legs and by shifting my position slightly I was able to watch what her hand was doing to Flora. For an amateur at the game she was giving the fifteen-year-old one hell of a sweet time. I'd caught Rona frigging herself a few times as she was growing up but of course I didn't scold her for it. Apparently she'd become skilled enough at it to transfer the action to another person very satisfactorily. She had her thumb at the top of Rona's fat, hairy mound and was running her slick forefinger all over the inner lips and clit. They were both starting to breath deep and Flora was wiggling her ass like she had a warm wiener up her hole.
"Rona was really getting into the feeling. She said, 'Go ahead then take the rest of your nighty off if you want. I'd love you naked against me."
"Flora obliged at once. When I saw her long, lovely body completely naked next to my daughter's I wanted to break in and take both the darlings in my arms. I knew I'd scare them to death and ruin it for them so I forced myself to remain quiet and be content with the touch of my own hand on my pussy. As soon as Flora was free from the confines of her nighty she tossed her coltish legs around Rona and started rubbing her hot wet cunt against the firm curve of her thigh. Rona realized Flora was getting plenty of action that way on her pussy, so she removed her hand and gleefully took hold of Flora's fully packed tits.
"Flora was till giving a beautiful hand job to my daughter as she rubbed her heated cunt on her thigh. When Rona took the initiative by grasping her tits it pleased Flora so much that she kissed her on the mouth. The girls kept it up that way for several minutes and I knew they must be tonguing each other as they kissed. My daughter seemed to be having a lovely time kneading her fingers in the firm flesh of Flora's tits and I couldn't help picturing how sweet it would be to have Rona's hands on my tits. Flora's were plenty good-sized for a fifteen-year-old but I was sure that if my daughter liked tits as much as she appeared to, she'd undoubtedly love mine because of how nice and big they were.
"Rona said, 'Wow, you're ... you're hunching me just like boys do, aren't you? I sure couldn't call it dry hunching, though. I can feel your wet pussy juice all over my leg."
"Flora said, 'That ain't all. I'm about to get my cookies from it. Oh darn, I'm close, I'm close. Here, Rona, let me get your pussy hotter so you'll come too!'
"She increased the speed of her fingers on my daughter's pussy and I was thrilled to see Rona stretching her long limbs and twisting her body and hunching her ass against Flora's accommodating fingers. She said, 'Oh wow, I love what you're doing. It's a hundred times better than when I do it to myself. I think you're gonna make me come. Oh, I know you are!'
"After that it wasn't long before I saw my daughter's face screw up tight and her cute little titties heave in rapid, deep breaths. When she got her orgasm she closed her eyes tight and grunted like a little animal of some kind. It got me so turned on to see her that I squished my finger in and out of my wet cunt and managed to bring myself to a hot peak of excitement and climaxed in a wet flush that left me drained.
"I left my spying place even before waiting to watch Flora get hers but as I walked out of the library and past their door I heard a squealing, grunting sound that convinced me she had enjoyed a nice juicy one for herself.
"The next morning I walked by again before breakfast and stopped by the door long enough to listen for a second. The girls were whispering and apparently masturbating each other from what I could make out. It seemed certain that my Rona liked lesbian love a lot and hadn't just done it once and forgotten about it. At the breakfast table Flora had a mischievous grin on her face and when I asked if she were enjoying her brief stay with us she replied, 'Yes. Lots and lots!'
"Rona piped up and said, 'Lisa, when can Flora come back and see us again. Can I go visit her if she can't come back soon?'
"She knew that Flora's father was coming soon to pick her up and evidently she wanted to make sure she'd be able to get some more loving soon. I told her we'd see about it and after Flora had left with her father I could hardly wait to enjoy my daughter's nakedness as I had watched her cousin do.
"At her fourteenth birthday party I let Rona invite a boyfriend and several other kids her age.
I could see the kid was dying to get his hands on my pretty daughter and since I knew she was enjoying it I let them have a lot of freedom. After the party she told me she wanted to take him up to her room to go over some homework. She's a cute kid. She knew I'd let her do what she wanted without making a big stink like most mothers. She even gave me a big wink as the two of them walked up the stairs! I'd given her birth control pills a few months before so I knew there wouldn't be any accidents.
"I knew she'd played around with boys before but I thought she was still cherry. We were close enough that she would've told me if she'd lost it.
"I headed for the library again and spied on them just as I'd done with her and her cousin. She must have loved sucking Flora's tits because after she'd let the kid fuck her young virgin pussy she went down on him and sucked his cock for him without him even having to ask her. Jesus, she really used her mouth on him! She was lucky and didn't bleed much when her cherry broke, so she just wiped off what little blood there was on the kid's cock, then lowered her head and let him have it.
"Like I said, she's heterosexual and homosexual-a true 'bi' and able to enjoy one sex as well as the other one. After I saw her get her cherry busted I figured she knew enough to be able to make her own choice about who to let in bed with her and that I wouldn't be 'stunting her emotional growth' by enjoying sex with her myself. One day I asked her if she'd ever done anything with a girl. She was honest with me, admitting that she'd done it with her cousin Flora.
"I told her there were some things I hadn't told her before and explained to her that I had for a long time been a practicing homosexual. I told her I was frankly quite thrilled by her , lovely young body and that I would love to take her into my bedroom and indulge in a little playing around.
"To my surprise she responded, 'Gee, what you've told me surprises me but it makes me happy. You can do a lot more than just play around if you like. I've thought you were the most beautiful mother of any of my friends. I hope I look like you when I grow up. If you want to know the truth I've wondered how it would feel to be naked with you and have you do things to me for a long time. I know you've been real sweet about letting me have boyfriends in my bedroom but I haven't been with a girl since that time with Flora. Boys are all right but I'd love to have a thing with you!'
"I gave her a big kiss and sent her up to my bedroom. I told her to get undressed and climb into my bed, that I'd be up a little later. I heard the water running in the shower and knew she must be getting her young body all clean and nice-smelling for me. A few minutes later I went in and showed her a picture in a family photograph album. In it was a picture of me when I was her age. She saw how much it resembled her and was amazed. I told her it seemed there was a good chance she would be like me when she grew up and she seemed very pleased. I told her I remembered how I was when I was her age and that I played with myself a lot. I'd known that she did for a long time but we'd never talked about it, so I asked her if she finger-fucked herself much.
"She smiled real big and said, 'Golly, yes! I get so hot sometimes that I can hardly wait to get to my room and get my panties off so I can do it to myself. I know you've seen me doing it a few times, but you were real nice and never said anything about it. All the girls I know say their parents really give them hell if they even so much as suspect that they masturbate themselves."
"I told Rona the reason I didn't punish her for it was because I remember how I felt when I was a young teenager. I showed her the picture again and we both looked from it to her and saw again how very much resemblance there was. She sat up in bed to see it better and the covers slid down just enough to give me a very exciting look at her firm young breasts. Of course I'd seen her naked several times even after she started maturing because, after all, I'm her mother. This time it was different though. I knew that I was at last going to be able to enjoy the warm nakedness of that body, and I also had the pleasure of knowing that she welcomed my attentions. I pointed to the picture of myself as a girl and couldn't help laughing as I recalled the circumstances on the day it was taken. I told her that just a few minutes before the photographer snapped the picture I had been in the ladies' room giving myself a good working over.
"She giggled at my revelation and said, 'Really? Gee, Lisa, you must have been every bit as horny when you were a kid as I am now."
"Hearing her use my first name, our longstanding custom, pleased me more than usual. I was overjoyed at the fact that the same intimacy which had long ago let her call me by my first name had now flowered into a much deeper relationship. I knew that legally it would be incest but I didn't care about the laws.
"She looked up from the photograph album at the big mirror on the wall and smiled to herself. She said, 'You told me a secret, now I'll tell you one. One time a couple of years ago I accidentally caught you masturbating. You were sitting right here on the bed as I happened to be walking down the hall and you were looking in the mirror at yourself with your hand in your panties. I slowed down just long enough to see that your fingers were really going to town and then I dashed away."
"Rona had evidentally discovered the same secret that I mentioned I had told my psychiatrist about. But this was before I started going to him. I frankly admitted to my daughter that I often did that and had ever since I'd started it when I was a little girl. I told you earlier that's the thing that made my shrink say my incestual interest in my daughter is actually nothing but a form of self-love. But I could care less about that crackpot's stupid diagnosis. I was more interested in Rona's reaction to it.
"She said, 'Oh wow, I've never done that. I've looked at myself in the mirror a lot to see how I look naked and to look at how big my titties are getting, but I never thought of frigging myself while I looked."
"I said to her, 'That day when you saw me playing with myself on the bed-tell me the truth now, did it make you a little hot?'
"She said that actually it hadn't, that it had happened before her scene with Flora and that although she had been very curious, it hadn't really aroused her. Then she got this impish little grin on her face and said if she were to see me do it now it would make her hot as could be. The sight of her straight, slightly damp hair falling down over her trimly sculptured shoulders and the knowledge of the sweet young curves that lay hidden under the covers was already making me hot. I put my arm around her and scooted up closer to her on the bed.
"I said, 'If seeing me frig myself would get you hot I wonder how it'll make you feel when I frig you?' I'd been just kind of holding my arm around her in the normal motherly way up until this time. But as I spoke I moved my hand on the outside of the bedcovers to a point between her firm, slender thighs. She didn't really answer my question. She just lay back on the bed from her sitting position and giggled a little as she squirmed her butt, bringing her tender groin into contact with my fingers.
"I couldn't stand to be that close to her anymore and know she was all naked under there without touching her. I folded back the covers and slipped into bed with her. As I slid across the sheet my foot touched her smooth calf and the touch of even that part of our bodies sent a thrill through me. I could hardly wait to roam my hands over her lithe shape and do things to her like I'd seen her do with Flora. I saw her staring at my fully packed bra and the look in her eyes excited me as much as when I touched her leg. I knew she was thinking about what was inside there and I was anxious to have her get a better look. The things she'd done with boys and her little scene with Flora must have gotten rid of any false modesty she'd had. She wasn't a bit shy about what she wanted.
"She said, 'You told me to get completely naked and I did but still you have your brassiere on. Come on, Lisa, my titties are bared for you to see. I'd love to see yours."
"I told her she was more than welcome to see my tits and I invited her to take my bra off. She turned over on her side and reached around me without any coaxing, removing it with a few deft little movements that left my big bazooms jutting right out in her face. Once she saw them, she did more than just look-she gave me a big hug that merged the resilience of my big heavy tits with the pert firmness of hers. The touch of her hardened little nipple against mine made me want more of her and I dropped my hand slowly from her back past her ribs and across the firmness of her stomach all the way to her groin.
"When she felt my fingers touch some of the damp curls of her compact little muff she made no bones about scooting up against me farther so I could get a better feel.
"I said, 'Okay, honey, your mother's going to make you feel real good now. Just spread your legs and let me find that sweet little clit of yours and I'll show you what I mean."
"She said, 'Heck, you don't even have to fish for that. Just having your fingers fooling around down there is enough to get me awful hot."
"All the time she was talking to me she was rubbing her sweet little ass around on the sheet and practically hunching against my fingers. My little daughter was turning out to be even hotter than I'd suspected. Little daughter, hell! At fifteen she was far from being a little girl and had the tits and ass to prove it. But I guess every mother tends to think of her daughter as being younger than she really is-even a mom who is hot for her daughter's body like I am. I hadn't had my hand between her legs for more than a couple of minutes when I felt her face against my chest and her mouth moving across the firmly packed tits she'd asked to see.
"I remembered how I'd seen her give young Flora's titties a good sucking and how I'd seen her sucking her boyfriend's cock the day of her birthday party, so I hoped like hell I was about to get the same treatment from her. I didn't have long to wait. I felt her tongue gliding across the soft skin around my areola and seconds later I felt the wet warmth of her eager lips on my taut nipple. I kept up my finger work inside her pussy and put my thumb and forefinger on her clit, toying with it like it was a small, delicate pea.
"As soon as she felt the new thrill I was giving her by playing with her clit she really went wild on my tit with her mouth. She was sucking and licking me like a little pup and it felt great. I thought a little careful finger work on her clit would give her a charge and I sure was right.
"She not only kept up the beautiful suck job on me but she also reached down and touched me on the panties. I guess she'd forgotten I was wearing any, 'cause as soon as she felt the material of them she seemed frantic to get inside. I was loving every minute of it so you can bet I did my best to help her. I rammed my heels into the mattress for leverage, raised my butt off the bed so she could pull them down to my knees and let her go at it. I wasn't disappointed. Before I raised my ass up to give her more room to work in she'd become so eager to get at my cunt that she was trying to burrow her fingers underneath my legbands and get in that way.
"Feeling her busy little hand fooling around my crotch like that was enough to work up plenty of steam but once the panties were off and I felt my daughter's hand go for my naked cunt it really gave me a jolt.
"I said, 'That's the way, Rona, get in there and rub it good for me!'
"She wrapped her legs around mine then and even though I was still giving her plenty of nice hot finger-fucking she started hunching her young ass against me and I could tell she wasn't too far away from coming. She was also starting to breathe harder and faster and since she still had her wonderful mouth on my tits her rapid in and out breathing gave me an extra thrill. She was using her hand on me so well that it was hard for me to believe she'd only been with one other female in her whole life. I felt myself getting closer and closer to my own peak and I knew I could relax and let the fire start swelling up through my wet pussy any time I wanted to.
"I was right on the brink and knew I could get it for myself any time I wanted to as long as she kept up her fantastic finger work in my wet cunt. I wanted to make damn certain that my lovely daughter would enjoy a nice, juicy orgasm and I was ready to drop my head to her lap and eat her pussy out good for her if necessary. She was so damned hot from the stuff we'd been doing that it didn't seem required, but I kind of wanted to get my mouth on her sweet young cunt anyway.
"She was getting herself so worked up, though, that I saw right away there wasn't even going to be time for me to do any muff-diving, so I just grabbed her, held on tight and gripped the cheeks of her ass while she kept on moving like a piston. I was getting so close to my own climax then that it was all getting mixed up in my head and somehow amid all our frantic clutching and grabbing we felt our tits and pussies rubbing against each others' bodies like animals and then the sweet hot thrill of a powerful climax shot through my cunt like lightning.
"Rona was still driving herself against my thigh when I came down from the clouds. She was in the midst of a series of rapid little jerks that made it plain she was getting her cookies off great. She closed her eyes and made a whimpering noise in her throat, then collapsed against me. For a long time we lay holding each other and she told me she loved what we'd just done and asked me if we could do it together a lot in the future. I told her as long as we kept it in the family we could sleep together as often as we wanted. While I was lying there relaxing after our hot little scene she crawled under the covers and pulled them over her head. I thought maybe she wanted to go to sleep.
"A few minutes later I found out to my delight that Rona was apparently even more of a little sex machine than I'd guessed. Even though she'd just had an orgasm a few minutes before, she was coming back for more-but this time it was her own special way. I felt her hair brush against my leg and got a big rush of feeling in my groin when I realized what she was up to. She was about to eat my pussy!
"I'd known she loved sucking and licking but since she'd just finished giving my tits a fine mouthing, I thought it was enough to satisfy her. Yet there she was after more! I opened my thighs wide and gladly felt her press her pretty face against my hairy mound. She reached up from below the covers and kneaded my tits with both hands while her face moved around in my crotch. I could feel her breath blowing through my thick curls every once in a while and sometimes she'd duck lower and put her face right in the crack of my ass. By the time I finally felt her lips against my naked skin I was about ready to die from the anticipation. I knew she must be about to lick my naked wet pussy lips and I could hardly wait for it to happen.
"She jerked her head suddenly all the way up to my belly button and I thought she was leaving me, but she was just teasing. While her head was out from under the cover she stuck her fingers in my cunt and grinned at me like a little devil.
"She said, 'What you did to me a while ago was great and I had a groovy climax but I just have to put my mouth on your pussy, okay? I don't care if you do me or not, but I love sucking and licking so much I just can't resist going down on you."
"Needless to say, I was more than a little pleased to discover this delightful facet of Rona's sex desire. For months I'd been thinking how wonderful it was going to be when I finally was able to have her sweet naked body in bed with me, but I thought it would be a long time before I'd' be able to get her to use her mouth on me. The stuff I'd seen her do to Flora, and later to her boyfriend, should have given me some idea of how much she like using her pretty mouth on people, but I just hadn't realized the extent of her passion for it.
"Seconds after she disappeared back underneath the covers I felt the soft tip of her wet tongue on my stomach. She traced it straight down toward my waiting crotch and when she got to the edge of my pussy hair forest she nibbled for a few seconds along the border, then plunged right into it with great fervor. She must have opened her mouth a lot wider then because even her lips and teeth were in on the act. I could feel the pearly edges of them sink tenderly into my skin and grab a good hold, then she'd shoot her tongue out and lick me all over the area enclosed by her teeth.
"At first she was just doing it on my mound, which was thrilling enough. But then she started working closer and closer to my wide open cunt. By the time she got to my moist, slippery lips I was moving my ass in rhythm with her mouth. She kept sticking her face farther into my crotch and finally I felt the delicious sensation of her wet lips on the soft, slick surface of my clit. It really hadn't cooled off yet from the working over we'd given each other earlier, so it was still pretty "big. For a few seconds she toyed with it using only her lips but then she suddenly darted out her warm, fleshy tongue and I felt the tip of it slide into contact. Jesus, my clit sure came out of its little hiding place in a hurry! I felt it swell and soon I knew it was exposed all the way.
"I could feel her wonderful tongue action all over the entire area of my pussy lips but whenever she'd pass over my clit she'd swoop down and make several quick thrusts on it. I had to reach down and put my hands on the back of her head for leverage when she did that, because I knew I was going to have a climax very soon. When it came she rooted her mouth against my wet, hot pussy flesh like a little pig and made my cunt feel like it might explode. Over the edge I went.
"After that we both took hot baths and dried each other off. Rona's fifteen now, like I told you, and we still have wonderful sex bouts three or four times a week. I still have a girl friend or two around the city and I let Rona go out with as many boys as she likes so long as it doesn't interfere with her schoolwork. On two occasions I've let special girl friends in on my little secret and allowed them to have sex with Rona, but I'm very careful about leeting any outside females dip into the honey of my Rona.
"There's another thing we've done together that's pretty exciting, too. As I've explained, Rona's bisexual. Once she said that I was such a good lover she sometimes wished I had a prick like a man so she could satisfy that part of her desire in addition to the regular homosexual stuff we do. She has plenty of boyfriends who she allows to fuck her, but she says she often thinks about how it would be between us if I were a man. Well one day I surprised her like hell. I purchased a very elaborate dildo and strapped it on without her knowing about it. Wow, you should have seen her face when I went to work on her with it. She liked it so much we now make it a fairly regular part of our fun.
"And you know what? She likes to suck so much that she sometimes actually puts her mouth on the dildo and sucks it. She says it's like being able to suck her mother and father at the same time. Can you beat that? I'll tell you one thing. Rona and I groove together so damned well that if she ever gets married she'd better have a very understanding husband. I have a strong suspicion that both of us are going to want to keep up what we've started.
The relationship of Lisa with her daughter is a complex one. It is very fortunate for them that they are relatively well-to-do, for it is highly likely that their incestuous relationships would have come to the attention of neighbors or schoolmates if they did not live in a very expensive and secluded section of the city, and if Rona were not enrolled in a private school.
Those considerations aside, however, we must consider more basic issues. Lisa does not seem to have very high regard for the psychiatrist who treated her for a short period of time, yet the theory he put forth is very probably a valid one. From Lisa's case history it is clear that her incestuous involvement with her own teenaged daughter is indeed connected to the high degree of emotional and intellectual independence she displays. And even more specific is the matter of her masturbatory practice of performing the act in front of a mirror. Remembering how she showed Rona a photograph of herself as a child and emphasized the strong resemblance of the picture to Rona at the same age, it is easy to believe that there is much relevance to the suggestion that when she has sex with the girl it is tantamount to masturbating herself in a mirror.
In view of the long period during which this incestuous relationship has occurred, it is very doubtful that the two females will soon end it. What would eventuate if the daughter were to fall in love with a man and marry him is very difficult to predict-but it is not likely that she could find a man who would allow her to continue the perverted homosexual relationship with her mother.
CHAPTER FOUR
Debbie
"Dad didn't know anything about the stuff I'd seen him and mom doing in bed together. If he'd known all the times I peeked on them, he'd have known I wanted to do all the nasty things with him that I wound up doing. Especially if he could have seen me while I was sneaking a look at them-and watched what I was doing under my nighty with my hand! I mean, wow, it used to get me so hot just from seeing them I had to do something to get some relief or I'd have gone out of my mind.
"But since daddy dear thought my innocent little face told the whole story, I just let him go on thinking that. He was quite sure, of course, that my young mouth and pussy were just as innocent as my expression was, so why risk getting in trouble by letting him find out any different?
"But that was before I noticed him sneaking a few peeks at me. I'd noticed him start giving me the eye quite a while before, I guess, when I was only twelve. That's when I started my ninnies. I'm pretty sure that's what made him begin thinking of me as something besides just his 'little girl.' I'm proud of them right now, at thirteen, but they were darn near as big last year. Heck, I got an early start on getting them-I was only about eleven when I first saw my little nips swell some and by the next summer I could already tell I was going to have a nice pair of ninnies when I grow up. I think he was having the same thoughts.
"One night when mom was at a P.T.A. meeting he came into my bedroom real sudden-like and caught me with just my scanty little mini-slip on. He looked real flustered and made some excuse but I could see very well that he had an awful hard time taking his eyes off my naked top. He didn't fool me a bit. I knew he was digging the way my little twins were sticking out at him on my naked chest, all white and soft without my bra to hide them. I jerked the covers over me but I purposely gave him plenty of time to stare at them by pretending I didn't know he was there until he cleared his throat. I guess it was nasty of me, but heck, I was proud of them and wanted him to see them.
"Dad left my bedroom quick but I started getting ideas. I went to the bathroom right after he left and sat down on the stool, but I left the door partly cracked like I usually do when I'm just washing my hands before dinner or something like that. I kept thinking about what I'd seen him and mom doing when they were naked and it got me hot. So I raised the hem of my mini-slip up a little way and started fooling around with myself. I didn't even have any panties on under it so it was easy to slip my fingers right into the old groove in nothing flat.
"I learned how to frig myself when I was only eight or nine but I didn't get my cookies until I started spying on mom and dad. After that I could usually come off just by thinking about it. Especially the part when he would put his face down between mom's legs! I got myself hot as heck in just a few minutes. Boy, my hand was really moving under there! My ninnies were shaking on my chest like a couple of loose lemons and my finger was going to town in my warm little pussy. I could feel myself getting all wet down there and before long it was more than just warm, it was hot.
"That's when I heard dad outside the door. I think he must have heard the noise I was making with my hand against the fabric of my silky mini-slip. Anyway, I was so darn hot I couldn't have stopped then even if I'd wanted to-which I didn't. I wanted to do more than just frig it 'til I got my cookies. I wanted dad to get a good eyeful and see what he'd do. Normally I'd have been scared to do anything like that, but seeing the way he looked at my ninnies in the bedroom made me think he'd go for seeing me play with myself even more.
"Boy, was I right about that! He came right up to the door and just stood gawking at me for a long time. Then he pushed in and looked down at me with a real funny kind of stare. He didn't say a darn thing about how I was doing something nasty. He got right down on his knees in front of me and put his hand on my arm.
"He said, 'Honey, how long have you been doing that? Jesus Christ, you've already grown up right before my eyes and I didn't even notice it until tonight!'
"I didn't answer him though. He'd jerked my hand off my pussy just when I was about to come and I was so hot from it I just sat there squirming my butt around on the toilet seat and wishing he hadn't interrupted me at such a bad time. But he fixed that in a hurry and I loved it.
"He was real nervous by then and couldn't keep his cool anymore like at first. He took one of my ninnies in one hand and grabbed my naked leg with the other. He said some really whis-pery stuff and he was trembling so much I could barely understand him, stuff like, 'What a sweet little pair of tits ... what a beautiful goddamn pint-sized pussy ... oh shit, I don't care if you are my daughter."
"He was just kind of mumbling to himself when he said that but then he looked me right in the face and said, 'Don't ever tell your mom about this, you hear? If you do I'll blister your cute little ass for you good and proper! I'm going to show you what to do with all that new equipment you've got, Debbie, and you're going to like it a hell of a lot more than finger-fucking yourself, too. God ... if I'd known what a hot little pussy you had under your panties I'd have had my hands on you way before this!'
"He didn't wait to take my slip off like I'd seen him do with mom. He ran his hand up under it and grabbed me right in my little crack. He sat down on his ass and pulled me down beside him without even missing a beat. He'd already started fingering me and by the time I was sitting on his lap he had me as hot as I'd been before he jerked my hand out from under my slip, He put his mouth on my neck and began kissing me real wet and slobbery while he squeezed one of my ninnies with one hand and kept up the finger work hot and heavy with the other.
"I felt a big wet, hot flash between my legs and it made me want to touch him harder and tighter, so I threw my hands over his shoulders and hugged him around the neck. But he pulled down one of my hands and said, 'No, honey, that's not the way. Right here's where that goes!'
"And he pushed my hand onto the lump in his pants and said, 'Get it out, damn it-get it out and work on me like I'm doing you!'
"But before I even had a chance to do what he said he put his hand on the back of my neck and shoved my head down toward his crotch. It didn't really hurt but it sure let me know in a hurry what he wanted me to do. He jerked his fly open himself without even waiting for me to help and out jumped his big hard cock. Then he yelled, 'Go ahead and put your mouth on it, eat it for me, eat it up ... oh, shit, suck it good for me, you hot little cunt!'"
The young teenager had worked herself into a frenzy of arousal at this point and was quite visibly excited at the memory of the incestuous act. She was perspiring freely and her voice had become nervous and stammering. There was little for me to do but postpone the rest of the interview until she was in a more relaxed state. I was forced to end the session temporarily, and did not resume it until after lunch.
She first made a brief apology for having to cut the interview short before lunch and said she'd do her best to keep it from happening again.
"I guess what got me so worked up when I was telling you that stuff before was remembering how dad pushed my head down in his lap and made me take his naked cock in my mouth," she continued.
"It scared me at first and even hurt a little bit the way he gripped my neck so hard, but I think the worst thing was just the idea of what he was making me do. I guess that's what I got for being so nasty and purposefully teasing him by leaving the bathroom door open like I did. I didn't expect him to go for me as much as he did. After all, I am his own daughter. It's one thing for me to think about letting him do naughty things to me, but it's different when he goes ahead and does them.
"He kept my mouth on him like that and made me work my head up and down on him until he shot a big blob of white stuff into my mouth. I didn't even know what it was called at the time, but I've seen plenty of come since. I know a lot more now than just what you call it-I know what it smells like and tastes like and everything. To tell you the truth it's kind of yummy but I didn't think so then. As soon as dad shot his load off into my mouth and got his relief he calmed down enough to relax a little. That's when he realized what he'd done and then it was his turn to be scared. He knew mom was due back from the P.T.A. meeting almost any minute and it made him real nervous.
"He knew he couldn't afford to let her find out anything but he was too ashamed of himself to look me in the face and talk about it so he ran outside the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Then he yelled back in at me and said, 'You mind what I told you now about keeping your mouth shut to your mom. If you so much as give her a hint at what I made you do I'll get you when she's gone and blister your little butt good for you."
"I could tell from his voice that he was real nervous about it still, but if he'd known how I'd felt about it he wouldn't have worried any. He was already pissed off about it even if it was mostly at himself. So I sure wasn't going to tell mom about it and have her get pissed off too. It was enough having one parent mad!
"I washed my face and rinsed my mouth to get the come out-I hadn't swallowed it, that's for sure! Dad heard the water running at the lavatory and yelled, 'You better clean yourself up good and not leave any signs around.' I guess he was feeling real guilty about it by that time because then he hollered, 'If you'd just keep the damn door closed when you're in there with your panties down and quit showing your young ass off, things like this might not happen!'
"I cleaned myself up real good and used mouthwash. I hadn't developed a taste for come then. I noticed some had gotten on my outer clothes and there were even a few drops on my panties so I had to do a lot of work to make sure there wouldn't be any tell-tale signs of it for mom to see. It worked. By the time she got home dad and me both were calmed down and she never suspected a thing.
"For the next few days things were kind of tense between dad and me but we managed to cover and mom never had any reasons for suspicion. Things were a lot different though in other ways. He could hardly keep his eyes off of me when I was around the house even though I always took great care to wear all my clothes whenever I was anywhere outside my bedroom. He would watch my legs like a hawk and anytime I wasn't careful about how I sat down he would look up my skirt and try to see all he could before I saw him doing it and changed my position. Almost all my skirts and dresses are real short so it was usually pretty easy for him to get an eyeful.
"He tried to pretend he wasn't doing anything unusual but he couldn't fool me. I knew that when he looked up my dress like that he was probably thinking about how my naked pussy looked' when he saw me frigging it in the bathroom and how his cock felt when he pushed my mouth onto it and made me suck it for him.
"I knew there was nothing to worry about so long as mom was around so I began to tease him some on purpose. I was still pretty mad at the old bastard for what he'd done to me and wanted to make him squirm. I'd 'accidentally' leave my legs uncrossed in order to make sure he was looking and then I'd move them so he could see even farther up toward my panties. Then just when he was really thinking he was going to get to see something I'd either cross them tightly and let my hem fall to its lowest point or else I'd just hop up and walk out of the room.
"But the stuff he had made me do in the bathroom the other night had other effects on me too. It made me start thinking about the way certain other people looked at me. Most of the boys in my class at school didn't seem to be very aware of my body but quite a few boys in higher classes looked at me a lot. I thought I had a good idea what they were thinking about from the expression on their faces. And every once in a while on the bus, or when I was downtown shopping some real old guy would look at me the same way. Some of them even seemed to want me to see them looking at me like that but most of them would try to look at me and see all they could without me knowing about it.
"My girl friends seemed pretty dumb about things like that. I'd notice them giving nice juicy furburger shots without even appearing to notice they were doing it. And they didn't seem to notice the way guys acted when they saw them do it either. A few times I would mention to them what they were doing but most of them would just think I was silly and a few of them even looked at me real creepy and said it was nasty for me to think things like that.
"When a cute guy on the basketball team started paying a lot of attention to me from the basketball court while I was sitting up on the bleachers I never let my dumb girl friends know why. He was real tall and good-looking and besides that he was two classes ahead of me so I'm sure they never knew how I got him interested in me. It was easy. I just spread my legs a little extra wide whenever I saw him looking in my direction and before long he came up to me after basketball practice and started making conversation with me. Not that I am so ugly I had to do that or anything-my long black hair and cute shape make me at least as attractive as most of my girl friends. I just did it for the pure fun of it.
"Technically I was just as much a virgin as any of my dumb creepy girl friends but I'm sure I knew more than most of them. I mean how many girls in my class do you suppose had ever sucked anybody off before-especially their fathers! I know most of them probably played with themselves and maybe a few of them had even learned to make themselves come like I had done but I don't think it went any farther than that with them. I once asked Julie, my closest girl friend, if she knew about sucking and licking in addition to regular fucking. It turned out she didn't but she sure was awfully interested in the subject after I brought it up.
"She admitted to me that she played with herself quite a bit and she seemed to want to keep talking about it a lot but I thought it was dumb to waste my time talking to another girl about stuff like that. I would rather have been talking about it with a boy. When the basketball player who I'd gotten interested in me asked me out for a date Julie pestered me with questions about what I would let him do if we were alone together in his car. But I just told her to get her own date and find out what happened when she was alone with a boy in a car.
"When it was time for my date that night my old bastard dad got pretty uptight. I knew he was thinking about how the guy might kiss me and put his hands on me and get to do things that dad had been wanting to do to me ever since that night in the bathroom. He couldn't afford to tell mom his real reasons for objecting to the date though, so I was able to go ahead and have it. The guy's name was Dick and I hadn't been in the car with him ten minutes before he started making dumb jokes about his name and asking me if I knew what his name meant. I could see he was being pretty smug about it and wanting to get me talking about dirty stuff but I didn't let on I knew what he meant. I figured he ought to know that I knew the score from the way I'd been handling my legs on the bleachers while watching him practice basketball, so I didn't think it was necessary to play word games with him.
"Before the night was over the games we were playing sure were different than that, too! I think he knew pretty quickly that I not only knew what a dick was but I knew what to do with one. It all started at a drive-in movie when he parked the car in a real dark place and I got a look at the big lump in the crotch of his pants."
We will shortly learn the complete details of what transpired that night during young Debbie's date with the young man, but it may first be instructive to consider some of the more general aspects of the girl's case history as it is related to other studies in the field. Her sexual misadventure with her father the night that her mother was out was doubtless a causative factor in the later behavior pattern, which shall be presented later in the verbatim transcript of my interview with the young teenager-yet it would appear that certain fundamental desires were already a part of the girl's personality structure even before her father forced her to perform fellatio.
In the monumental Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, by Kinsey, Pomeroy, Martin and Gebhard, we find considerable attention devoted to one of the more central manifestations of Debbie's sex drive-mouth-genital contacts.
Thus far in her account of her sexual history we know only that she was forced by her father to perform fellatio and that she had strong memories of the event afterwards. We shall also learn, however, that she very much enjoyed the apposition of the mouth and lips of males on her own genitals, and that she came to have a great fondness for applying her mouth to the male penis as well. It is for this reason that the material in the Kinsey study is particularly relevant.
The authors state, for example, "In about one percent of the cases, the male had made oral contacts with the female genitalia, and in about the same percentage of cases the male had persuaded the child to make oral contact with his genitalia." This is admittedly a very small percentage of the total number, and in that respect we may consider Debbie's fellatio upon her father to be comparatively unusual. We do not have complete information, however, on the girl's sex activities at ages younger than thirteen. Since a thirteen-year-old girl is obviously not a child-at least in purely physiological terms-we should perhaps view this particular Kinsey statistic in a different light than might otherwise be possible.
Kinsey sheds light on the relation between fellatio and cunnilingus in a separate chapter. From this information we may have some idea of the attitudes of both Debbie and her father toward mouth-genital contacts. Kinsey 'states, "Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female by the male. Often the female makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male...." This was certainly the case, of course, with Debbie and her father. Yet Kinsey goes on to say, " ... but there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be much aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male genitalia orally." We shall see that although Debbie's initial participation in the act was indeed forced upon her, she nevertheless reached-at a later date-the extremely high point of arousal and reaction to the act described by Kinsey.
It is interesting to note that a certain degree of correlation exists between oral acts and the experience one has with regular intercourse. Kinsey states, " ... among the females of the younger generations who had had some (even though limited) experience in coitus, sixteen percent had stimulated the male genitalia orally. And among those who had had more extensive premarital coitus, oral contacts with the male genitalia were recorded in forty-three percent of the petting histories." From these facts Kinsey draws the following conclusion: "Obviously experience in coitus leads to a considerable acceptance of petting techniques which sexually inexperienced persons often consider taboo."
Debbie's experiences were somewhat atypical with regard to this information, in that she had had absolutely no coitus prior to her incestual mouth-genital contact with her father. We may well interpret this atypical ity in Debbie's case as an indication of a very pronounced and probably even congenital desire for the act.
But let us consider the act from the point of view of the father. The age differential is such that we must definitely consider the man a pe-dophiliac. It is true, of course, that incest may occur between a parent and offspring at a time when the child is a fully mature adult, and although the participating parent in such an act would certainly be morally and socially guilty of incest he would nevertheless escape the stigma of being a pedophiliac. Since Debbie's father definitely falls into that category, let us refer to material on that subject.
In Sexual Behavior-Psycho-Legal Aspects, by Frank S. Caprio, M.D. and Donald R. Brenner, L.L.B., we find that such men often are likely to be sexually inadequate. "Unable to achieve satisfactory heterosexual relationships due to psychic impotence," state the authors, "he accosts children instead of women. He does not seek gratification with a paid prostitute because of fear of humiliation were he to experience sexual failure." Without a more thorough knowledge of the sexual relationship between Debbie's father and mother, of course, it is impossible to ascertain the validity of the authors' observations.
However, from the father's reaction immediately after he forced Debbie to fellate him, we I know that he felt very guilty about the matter. He even suggested to his young daughter in a very vociferous manner that it was she who was responsible for the commission of the act. His reasoning to her was that if she had maintained more decorous habits with regard to her physical modesty by keeping him from viewing her nakedness the event would never had occurred. This may even be true in a very subliminal way but it is difficult indeed to accept this rationale as a complete assessment of his intentions.
Yet we cannot totally absolve Debbie from any culpability in the matter any more than we can accept her father's obviously specious rationalization. The girl did, after all, have some idea of the effect that it might have on her father to view her nakedness. She did not, we must remember, merely allow the man to view her in the bathroom with her undergarment removed-she actually masturbated in front of him. And she did this in the hope that, in her own words, he would "go for seeing me play with myself." We have much justification, then, for believing that his act upon her was not different from what she expected in essence, but only in magnitude.
Neither should we ignore the incidence of another act of voyeurism in the affair. Debbie tells us that she had spied upon her parents during intercourse on more than a few occasions and that she had even witnessed her father performing cunnilingus on her mother. She states that she was definitely aroused by what she saw--"Especially the part when he would put his face down between mom's legs!"-and it was common practice for her to go to her room and masturbate herself afterwards as a direct result of the stimulation she had received while viewing them.
Although it was her father who first engaged her in oral sex, Debbie broadened the spectrum of her sex partners in such acts to include boys her own age. This does not mean that the incestual relationship between Debbie and her father ended. On the contrary, it reached new depths of depravity after she began dating boys. There is no question as to Debbie's credentials for "membership" in that group of girls to which I have referred as oral daughters. It is simply that the young teenager participated in mouth-genital contacts with perhaps a greater number of non-relatives than did other girls in this study. And Dick, the boy with whom she attended the drive-in movie, was the first of that group. It is to the time of that date that we return in her continuing verbatim account.
"I'd been noticing what I thought must be a hard on under his pants ever since he first picked me up. But after we were parked at the drive-in I knew for sure that's what it was. The big lump in his pants was clearly visible under the strong light of the overhead floodlights at the ticket booth on our way in but I was still thinking about it even after it was so dark I couldn't see it anymore. Dick didn't notice me looking at it I'm sure, because his eyes were on my legs and my ninnies almost all the way from my house to the drive-in. What he could see of them, that is. I had on a pretty short mini-skirt so he could see my legs real good, I think, maybe even high enough up my thighs to see past my mini-slip all the way to my panties. But if he saw that far it was only when I was getting in or out of the car to get popcorn.
"It was different with my ninnies though. He could see them lots better because I wasn't wearing any bra and my scoop-neck blouse made it pretty easy for him to get a peek every once in a while. I think he might have even gotten to see one of my little nips on the way there. None of the girls in my class ever wear bras. We think it's silly. And besides, grown women with big tits do that a lot nowadays. But my mom doesn't go for it at all and makes darn sure I'm wearing one all the time. So I do like most of my girl friends do. Just before leaving the house for school or a date or anything I dash into the bathroom, take it off, and stuff it in my purse. That way I don't have to look stupid when I'm with kids I know but I still have it if I need it in a pinch.
"As soon as the movie came on he scooted over close to me as though he were just doing it to see better but I knew different. I was remembering that big lump in his pants and I knew that he was probably wanting to feel me up some or maybe even play with me. Since he was two years older than me I figured he must be used to dating girls who would let him do quite a bit to them so I thought if he tried anything I might let him. I wasn't sure because even though I'd been on so-called dates with boys before, Dick was the first one I was ever really alone with where we could do the kind of naughty things my mother was always telling me not to do.
"When I felt his hand touch my bare arm I thought it was really groovy and wanted him to keep it there. He may not have been exactly shy about touching me but he was a darn sight better about it than my old bastard dad had been in the bathroom that night.
"After he'd had his arm around me for a little while he let his hand do more than touch my arm. He circled it slowly, sort of playful and innocent-like, until he had it enclosed all the way around by his fingers. That put part of his hand right up against the side of my right ninny. The material of my blouse was so thin that I thought sure he could feel my heartbeat even though my heart's on the other side. Feeling his hand that close to a sensitive place like that made my pulse pick up faster and made me feel warm where he was touching me.
"He kept his hand there and once in a while he would move his fingers so he could cop a feel of my ninny. You can see how big they are, right? They aren't the most giant ones around but I think they're plenty good-sized for a girl just thirteen. I knew darn well he was thinking about them and about how they looked naked if he could only get to see me that way. Before long he was getting bolder and bolder about rubbing up against my ninny with his hand and I knew he was trying to get me to rub it against him a little to tell him I liked what he was doing. It felt good enough to make me want to, too, but instead of doing that I did something that puzzled him.
"I moved away from his hand by scooting to my left. This made me closer to his body but farther from the hand that had been doing all the fooling around. As I moved against him I let my hand fall very casually onto his pants leg. I did it so easily he couldn't be sure whether I meant to do it or not. And besides that he didn't know whether I was shifting my position to get farther away from his hand, meaning I didn't like it, or whether I was doing it to get closer to his bod, which he would have liked.
"The truth of the matter is that I had been thinking about that big lump in his pants crotch and wondering what it would feel like to touch it. I wasn't going to try to put my hand inside or anything, just see what it would feel like to touch it through the material of his pants. He played it cool for a while and didn't try to feel up my ninny, but when I still hadn't moved my hand away from his pants I guess he must have realized how close it was to his cock. He all of a sudden bent his head down and kissed me on the cheek. I just smiled without saying anything so he moved on to my mouth and smacked me there. I let him do that too but when he tried to French me. I kept my lips closed and wouldn't let him.
"I was ashamed of how hot I was getting and didn't want him to know. It wasn't his kiss that did it though. It was my hand on his leg so close to his hard cock. Jeez, I was beginning to feel so nice and warm between my legs that if I'd been by myself I'd have played with myself. My panties were all damp from sweat and my mini-slip was sticking to the back of my hot thighs. I guess he was pretty hot too, and wanting to have some action. He stuck his hand under my blouse and darted up toward my ninnies to cop a naked feel. I jumped in surprise and as I moved my hand dropped right square on his hard on!
"He was pissed off at me for not letting him feel my naked ninnies and said, 'You don't have to get so uptight! I was just-'
"But I interrupted him and said, 'I know what you were after-you were trying to get your hands on my ninnies!'
"He forgot all about what he'd been saying and started laughing at me. I didn't know why until he said, 'Your what? What is it you call your tits? Ha ha."
"It made me mad to have him laugh at me. Of course I knew the word 'tits,' but I'd just been used to calling them 'ninnies' since I was just a little kid. A bunch of my girl friends called them that too, so I knew I wasn't so stupid. I repeated the word aloud and he just laughed again.
"He said, 'What are you anyway, a little baby? Nobody calls them "ninnies" except little kids. Those nice little things are tits, baby, tits! Jesus, if you say stupid stuff like that you probably haven't even been screwed before, huh?'
"Since I was mad at him I yelled something I never should have said at all. 'Maybe I haven't been screwed but I've had a man's cock in my mouth before. I bet none of the girls you go out with have ever done that, have they?' As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I'd made a big mistake even though I hadn't told him who the man was. Wow, he would have really freaked if I'd told him it was my dad!
"He grinned at me real big all of a sudden and quit laughing. He seemed to have new respect for me. He said, 'Oh yeah? You have? Hey, love, tell me more."
"His eyes got squinty and he hugged me closer to him. He said he didn't believe me and if it was true I'd have to show him to prove it. I thought he was really just trying to get his hard cock into my panties and fuck me. I didn't want him to bust my cherry so I told him I wasn't about to show him anything. But all this time my hand had been lying on the hard lump in his pants and to tell you the truth I was awfully horny even though "I was still a little mad at him. I told him he was crazy if he thought I was going to let him get my cherry and he said he'd forget all about fucking me if I'd just go down on him and give him a nice hot sucking.
"I'm not sure what would have happened then if he hadn't jerked open his fly and let his big cock come jumping right out of his pants. It surprised the heck out of me but it also got me hot seeing it all naked and red there in front of me. And in the back of my mind somewhere I was thinking what a catch he was-a lot of girls wanted to date Dick because he was tall and good looking and on the basketball team. I just kept staring at his cock in a kind of daze and almost before I knew what I was doing I felt myself bending forward and saw it getting bigger and bigger in front of my eyes. It wasn't as big as dad's had been but it was plenty big enough to make my twat start pouring out pussy juice like crazy. My panties were already wet but seeing his stiff naked cock made my crotch feel like someone had turned on a hot-water faucet. Dick must have thought I was just bluffing because when he saw what I was doing he got real trembly in his voice and said, 'Wow, you're really doing it, aren't you?'
"That's when I bent on down to the level of the car seat and fit the big red, smooth head of his naked prick into my hungry mouth. In a way I felt terribly embarrassed by what I was doing but it felt so good to have his hot, meaty pole in my mouth that I didn't care. When my dad had made me do the same thing to him he had been rough with me and kind of hurt me. Even then I found out I liked it a little bit after it was in my mouth. But this time, with Dick, things were all different. I was doing it because I wanted to and from the way it felt inside my mouth I knew I was going to want to do nasty things like this a lot.
"It may seem silly for me to say that my mouth was hungry for his cock but I don't know any other way to describe it. I was salivating just as though I was about to eat a nice hot meal and my lips and tongue were making sucking noises that sounded like an animal or something. At first I contented myself to have just the head of it in my mouth but before long I was gliding my lips down the shaft and back up again. On the downstroke I felt his curly hairs tickle the end of my nose and smelled some weird smell that really turned me on. I guess it was his balls or something.
"He was going wild up above me and making loud gasping noises. I think the truth was that he'd never had a girl go down on him before. But he never did admit it. From all the guys I've sucked off since then I'm pretty sure he hadn't had a girl's mouth on him before because he shot off in less than a minute and I haven't known anybody who does it that fast. When my dad made me do it he kept pumping my head up and down on his big hard prick for a long time before he shot off.
"There was something a little different about it this time though. There wasn't anywhere I could run to afterwards to be in private while I frigged myself. And with dad I had been able to wait afterwards at least several minutes before having to put my hand to my pussy but with Dick I was so darned hot and wet down there that I couldn't have waited very long. My panties had been wet with sweat for a long time but now they were flooded in front with pussy juice.
"In all the excitement of blowing him I hardly noticed it when he put his hands under my blouse and grabbed both of my ninnies and even though I felt him squeezing them and fingering my little nips I didn't mind anymore. In fact I liked it a lot. I raised up a little from his lap and rubbed my mouth across his pants to get the come off. I was so horny that I was going to have to use my hand on myself right in front of him.
"He changed my plans fast though by taking his hand off one of my ninnies and jamming it down through the waistband of my skirt. I thought he was going to rip it the way he did it so rough, so I sat up straight and said, 'Jeez, wait a minute and I'll unzip it and pull it down to my knees for you."
"He said, 'You will? Oh wow!'
"I said, 'Sure! Can't you see I'm dying to have my twat worked on? I almost made myself come just from sucking your prick and now I need it even more!'
"After I told him that, he couldn't get his hand in my skirt fast enough. He was real clumsy about it but I made it real easy for him by dropping it to my knees like I said I would and he had his hands in my panties seconds later. My mini-slip was all messed up around my waist and I guess it looked real sexy that way because he was staring at it while he searched through my panties. When he finally got his hands in my curls I was darn near about to come anyway all by myself. It was a good thing, too, because Dick was all thumbs when it came to bringing me off. Since I was hot as a firecracker down there I managed to get my cookies pretty fast but it sure wasn't due to Dick.
"We stayed for the last movie and he kept trying to play with my ninnies but I wouldn't let him do it. I knew he'd already been in my blouse and felt them earlier in the night and that he'd gotten to rub my nips and everything he wanted to do to them. But that was when I was hot and wet from sucking his prick. I wasn't very excited any longer so I didn't want him to fool with me.
"A few days later my friend Julie asked about my date with him and I didn't tell her much. She said she'd heard something about from one of Dick's friends and went on to tell me what it was-that I had sucked him off! It really pissed me off that he'd been telling people about something that personal. Since Julie was my best girl friend I admitted to her it was the truth but told her I didn't think I'd date Dick anymore because he was a creep. She asked me why I .gave him a mouth job if I thought he was such a creep and I told her that didn't make any difference, that it was sucking cocks I liked-not the people who owned them.
"I stopped and realized what I'd said and had to admit it sounded pretty dirty but gosh, it was true! Julie said, 'Hey, I've never done that to a boy. Is it really that groovy?'
"I said that for me it was. Each to her own taste. And that maybe something different would turn her on. I thought she was a virgin and I found out then that I was right. She said she was afraid of getting pregnant if she let a boy fuck her. And she said she thought it might hurt a lot to have her cherry busted. I told her I thought the same way-but that none of that could happen from just licking and sucking. She was surprised when I told her I'd never been really fucked any more than she had, that everything I'd ever done had been with my mouth and hands. That really interested her. I think it gave her ideas about how to handle her own sex life.
"She asked if I'd ever had anything done to me with a mouth and I told her no, not yet, but I'd love to have someone do it. I explained to her again that I got such a charge from doing the suck job that I could almost come from it. She said she could bring herself off with her fingers real well but that she'd never thought of going down on a guy. But from what I'd told her she thought she might like it. Eventually I even told her the details of the first time I ever did it. She was shocked at first to find what my dad had done to me but it also seemed to fascinate her. A few nights later when she was spending the night with me I found out why!
"My mom wasn't home at all that night-she was over at my aunt's house. I noticed that Julie was sort of giving dad the eye all evening. When he insisted I go to the market on the far side of town to pick up a few extra things for our guest I suspected something so I cheated and went to a closer one so I could get back home long before they expected me.
"Sure enough, when I got back dad was standing in my bedroom talking to Julie and she was sitting on the bed. From the little porch on the side of the house I could hear and see everything they did. Dad was trying to look casual but I knew darn well he had his mind on my girl friend's body. And maybe just on a certain part of her body, too-her mouth, and how it would feel on his old cock.
"From the way she'd been acting around him, I was pretty sure she was kind of hot to experiment with the idea of mouth jobs. She was sitting on the bed in a real sexy way that I'd never seen her sit before. She had her nightgown on, too. And it wasn't anywhere near time for bed.
"Julie's a pretty girl all right so it didn't surprise me that dad was taking advantage of mom and me being gone to fool around a little with her. She has long blond hair and is a couple of inches taller than me. And her ninnies are bigger than mine even though we're both thirteen years old. She was sitting there on my bed with her long legs all sprawled out in a way that was sure to make dad get a hard on. And when dad would crack dumb jokes with her she'd laugh like hell. He started talking to her about her boyfriend and finally he was saying real nasty stuff to her and asking her questions that weren't any of his business, yet she just kept giggling and pretending it was all a big joke.
"He asked her if she was really the same age as his daughter because he sure thought she was older than just thirteen because of the way her chest stuck out. He asked her how many boyfriends she had. He asked how late her parents let her stay up with them and even what she let them do with her. Finally he started talking about her and him. He asked her how old the oldest boy she ever dated was and if she didn't know that a man could 'do things for her' that a 'boy couldn't begin to do' and stuff like that.
"She wasn't really answering him most of the time, just nodding her head and playing coy with him. He sat down on the bed by her and asked her if she wanted him to show her some "things he bet she didn't know about that would make her feel real good." She just giggled all the more and didn't say no, so he put his hands on the back of her neck and started kissing her hair. She must have really been hot for it that night because she didn't try to stop him from anything. Even when he put his hands underneath her nightgown right away without even fooling around.
"I could see by the look in dad's eyes that he was super-excited just like he'd been the night he saw me frigging myself and made me suck him. He was moving his hands around underneath her thin, transparent clothes real trembly like some old guy with palsy. It would have really freaked me out if anybody had done that to me but she seemed to like it.
"I could tell how much she liked it by the way she was moving her legs on the bed so restlessly. I'd been over at her house watching TV with her sometimes when a good-looking guy would be on the tube and she'd act the same way. Usually she'd excuse herself right afterwards and I'm pretty sure that the reason she went in there was to give herself some hot pussy-finger.
"For several minutes neither one of them had been saying anything. They sure were doing stuff though. Dad had his hands all the way underneath her nightgown and I could even see that his hand was already in the top of her panties. The only reason his hand wasn't inside her bra was because she wasn't wearing one. He was massaging her titties like crazy and she was just sitting there with her head back and her eyes closed.
"He eased her back on the bed and for the first time he said something to her. 'I bet those boyfriends you have have just been teasing you without really giving you any satisfaction, right?'
"She said, 'I don't know. Maybe.' She said it in a real breathless voice that would've given dad a hard on no matter what she had been saying.
"He took her 'maybe' for a 'yes' and really got down to business. He untied her gown at the top and left her naked as could be down to her panties. He kneeled over her and put his lips right on one of her nipples without even slowing down. I know he must've been using his tongue on it because she started twisting her body underneath him like she was really digging it. He raised up just long enough to ask her if she liked it and this time she said she did. He said, 'If you like that you're going to love what I do to you next. A girl's nipples aren't the only place for a man's mouth, you know."
"But before she could answer him he quickly added, 'But you'll have to do something for me first if you want the rest of it. Turnabout's fair play, isn't it?'
"She answered him in this real husky voice and said, 'Oh ... oh, I don't know. What do you mean? My gosh, when you had your mouth on me just now-'
"He interrupted her and said, 'Where? Where do you mean? On your titties, right? That's where you mean, isn't it? On those nice big tits of yours!'
"She faltered but went on, 'Well, yes ... on my-on my titties. When you had your mouth on my ... titties, it felt great but I don't know anything about any of the other stuff."
"That's all dad needed. He said, 'Don't worry, Julie, you're going to know about that stuff right now. I'm going to teach you, honey."
"He raised up on his knees then by her shoulders and since she was lying down this positioned his crotch almost right above her head. He unzipped his pants so hard I thought the seams would snap and his big ugly cock plopped out in plain sight. He was almost frantic. He said, 'What do you think of this, honey? You ever seen one this big? You think you can get your mouth on it? Come on, honey, take a good mouthful of it and suck me off good and proper now."
"She quit being coy then and was downright calculating. She said, 'Listen, I haven't ever had my mouth on a guy's thing before and I don't know just how to do it. But I'm not afraid to. You mean if I ... if I suck your thing for you, you'll put your mouth down there on mine and give me the same kind of action?'
"His naked cock was only about a foot from her mouth as she spoke and I knew he was dying to have it inside her mouth. He gasped, 'Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby, that's right. Take this in your mouth and work it over good for me and I'll put my tongue in that sweet virgin pussy of yours and show you some fun you never dreamed of!'
"It really pissed me off to hear dad tell her that because he sure didn't give me a chance to have anything groovy done to my pussy that night in the bathroom. He just jammed my mouth on his big horny prick and humped my mouth up and down on it. Before she could really answer he fell forward and stuck the end of his cock right into her waiting mouth. She might not have been lying when she said she'd never done anything like that before but you sure couldn't tell that by looking at her. She wasn't making the slightest attempt to get it out and she had both hands on it without him even asking her to jack him off while she sucked him.
"He went ahead and lay down head-to-foot beside her then and at first I thought he was going to do what he said and suck hers for her. He didn't though, he just pulled her panties to her ankles and started fingering her hairy crotch. Her feet were facing towards me and I could easily see everything she had. Her curly hairs had drops of moisture all through them and the red inside flesh of her pussy was wet and shiny with juice. He kept one hand on a tit-tie and the other one in her crotch while she went on sucking his cock but he never did make a move toward her pussy with his mouth.
"Just then I heard our car pull in the driveway and realized my mom was back from my aunt's house. I could see dad heard it too. He was torn between two big things. He was about to come and couldn't stand to quit what he was doing until he had got his rocks off but he couldn't afford to have mom catch him like that either. He yelled at Julie and tried to hurry her up. 'Shit, honey, let me have it. Come on, now, lick it and suck it good for me! Suck it dry for me, baby! Come on, come on!'
"She must have been doing it as good as she could for him even though he hadn't sucked her off like he promised. He shot a big wad and staggered off the bed pulling his pants up as the come spilled off the end of his wet cock. He barely made it out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to clean himself up to keep mom from catching him as she came in the front door.
"I went on in then, laid my groceries on the table and went right into my bedroom. Julie had cleaned up dad's come mess from the floor in a half-assed way and was in bed with her legs spread wide open. She was shamelessly finger-fucking herself and was so hot from it she didn't even stop when I entered the room. She looked down at her wet pussy and made her fingers go a mile a minute till she got her cookies, then apologized to me for doing such a nasty thing in front of me. But she didn't mention my dad at all, so I didn't either. We both knew each other masturbated sometimes so not too much apology was necessary.
"For the next few days she was a little bit embarrassed when she would meet me in the halls at school but she finally got over it. Dad kept asking me when I was going to have her spend the night with me again but I just gave him vague answers.
"During the next several weeks I dated quite a few boys and I soon found out that Dick had spread it all over school about how I'd sucked him off at the drive-in. It didn't bother me an awfully lot though. The thing is I really do love sucking and licking a guy's stiff cock, so the only difference it made was that I never sucked Dick's again.
"I really got pretty good at it if I do say so myself. I liked to blow air on it, give it little bites with my teeth, run my tongue around it like a barber pole stripe and all kinds of nasty stuff like that. I even grooved on taking a guy's hairy balls in my mouth and sucking on them. And I didn't forget about their asshole either-I would often stick my tongue in a guy's asshole and move it like a hummingbird wing as a part of the head job I was giving him. Wow, that makes guys do funny things. Some of them leap up and yell as though you've rammed a rolling pin up their asshole, some don't like it and tell you to quit and on still different guys it makes them pop their nuts in a second and shoot off like a fountain.
"Not that I ignored my own pleasure. I was still a virgin-I am right now, as a matter-of-fact-and I didn't want a guy to stick his prick in and bust my cherry. So plenty of guys were willing to go down on me. Some of them liked to do it while I was doing the same for them and still others liked to do it before or after I brought them off. There were quite a few guys who seemed to like sucking a lot and I think a few of them dug licking my naked pussy as much as I liked sucking their cocks off.
"Sometimes I would swallow the come they shot off into my mouth and sometimes I wouldn't. It just depended on how I felt at the time. Some guys would get really uptight if I wouldn't swallow it and other guys were real embarrassed about it if I did. But no matter which way it was I always loved every minute of having that nice big hot, juicy, stiff cock in my mouth.
"One day dad got me aside out of mom's earshot and told me he'd been hearing tales about me. He told me exactly what he meant too. He said he'd heard some neighbor boys talking and had found out what a famous little cocksucker I was. At first I thought he was trying to hurt me by saying that to me but I soon found out what his real motive was. He made it very plain to me. He was pissed off at me because I had never sucked his cock for him anymore after that first time and was flatly blackmailing me. He said if I didn't agree to give him a nice hot blowjob any time he wanted it he would tell mom about how I loved to suck pricks. He didn't have to say any more to me to scare me because I knew very well that in our family mom was really sort of the boss. I knew that if she ever found out, she'd probably keep me in every night for months and maybe even make me get a summer job the following season instead of playing around like I usually do. I hated to admit it but I knew he had me.
"He sure didn't waste any time taking advantage of our little agreement either. He made me get down on my knees right there in the kitchen and suck him off before mom came back from the hairdresser. The bastard. He knew damned well we only had a few minutes before she would come driving up, yet he said if I didn't succeed in making him get his nuts off I'd be sorry. Heck, how could I control that? No matter how much or well I sucked his old prick for him he wouldn't get his rocks off unless he was up to it himself.
"I did it though with plenty of time to spare. Or he did it or we did it or something. Whatever it was that happened was really a groove for us both. He'd been trying to get me to do it again for months without being able to. So to finally have his daughter's mouth on his cock again after thinking about it for so long is what made him dig it so much. As for me, I hated to admit it to myself, much less to him, but I simply loved it. I didn't think I would at all because of that first time he made me do it but I sure did. It's almost enough to make me think a cock's a cock no matter who's on the other end of it.
"Don't get me wrong. After it was over I felt shitty about it. It wasn't the idea of it that I liked. I still hated that. What I dug was just doing it. To give credit where credit's due I'll have to say that my dad is hung pretty well. To have his thick meat in my mouth felt so good that during the time I was sucking it I loved every juicy minute of it.
"Dad made me keep our little agreement going for a long time. He would sometimes have me mouth him two or three times a day and even after a few months I was still doing it at least every couple of days. I often wondered what kind of sex life mom was having with him then because I sure as heck don't see how he had much left for her when their daughter was licking him dry so often.
"The only reason I started having to suck it for dad less frequently-like once every two or three days instead of two or three times a day-is because of the little deal he worked out through me with Julie. It finally dawned on him that he could use his same stinking blackmail trick to get some sucking from Julie. He simply told me if I didn't talk her into it that he would go ahead and tell mom about me like he had been threatening to do if I didn't suck him.
"Of course when I told Julie about it, there was no trouble at all in getting her to do it. She was all for the idea. It was just a matter of knowing when mom wouldn't be home and having her come over and give dad a good working over. Since dad had a very early shift at the plant where he worked he came home early in the day. So the time we usually did it was right after we came home from school at three-thirty. Mom didn't get home from her job until after five-thirty so there was plenty of time.
"I guess we'd still be doing the same thing today if it wasn't for what Julie let dad do to her. But you know all about that part already, don't you? That's how come I'm here.
"Licking and sucking were fine. Me, I would've been satisfied to do nothing but that all the time. But not Julie. She got this idea about how she wanted dad to fuck her. You know, she wanted him to ram it into her and bust her cherry. The whole bit. So that's how she got pregnant by him, the dumb little bitch. I may be only thirteen like she is but I'm not as stupid. You know the rest. The school nurse was the first one to find out what happened and from there on the social worker got wind of it. She's the one who told me about this study you were doing and said it would be okay for me to tell you everything. I really don't see what's so unusual about girls who like to suck a lot. I thought they all did. But if this stuff I've told you helps you any, groovy."
The preceding case history gives us an indication of the depths to which it is possible for the head of a household to sink. Debbie's father not only took carnal advantage of his young teenage daughter, but later even blackmailed her into resuming the illicit incestual relationship she had succeeded in breaking. As if that were not enough, the man then proceeded to blackmail her into involving a young girl friend into performing regular acts of fellatio on him. I was personally able to follow the aftermath of these events and can now report that the man is presently incarcerated in one of the country's major prisons.
What is so vile about this man's behavior is that the very act for which he blackmailed his daughter-promiscuous mouth-genital activity
-was a direct result of a traumatic incident in Debbie's life which was precipitated to a large degree by the father himself. The night that he forced her to fellate him in the family bathroom obviously was a very critical time for the girl, yet the whole affair was an incident which could have been avoided, one feels.
From what Debbie tells us about the sex life of her mother and father we are led to believe that it could not have been a very happy one. The fact that the man had such a strong desire for sexual relations with persons other than his wife undoubtedly means that there was something very wrong between them. The unfortunate truth is that this is a case which could probably have been entirely avoided if the family had sought professional help early enough.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jill
"I couldn't believe my eyes. My beautiful wife was lying in our bed with someone else. It jolted me, I'll tell you that for sure. A thousand thoughts crowded my mind as I walked slowly toward the bed. How long had it been going on? How had I failed her without knowing it? Where had she met her new lover? How was it possible I had never found out about it before?
"Then I learned the awful truth. The person lying so peacefully under the covers with my wife in deep sleep, with legs and arms intermingled with wild abandon, was a person my wife had first met sixteen years before. And I had been very instrumental in introducing them. I snatched off the covers in a cold rage, only to discover that the person in bed with my wife was our sixteen-year-old daughter]
"I wanted to believe there was some mistake. There was just no other thing for me to think. I desperately wanted to interpret what I saw before me in some other way but it honestly didn't seem possible. My wife's long black hair was fanned over the pillow and the dark-tipped points of her breasts jutted out almost insolently. That's the kind of beauty she had always possessed-wild, proud, a little vain. And my daughter, my lovely teenage daughter, was lying cradled in her arms. Her hair, also black, was worn in her usual style of thick pigtails and her long slim legs were smooth and healthy as a young sapling as they disappeared under the bottom part of the covers. But her breasts were in direct contact with my wife's. And her hand was lying between my wife's legs at the graceful junction of her thighs. My wife had her arm around Jill, my daughter, and her sleeping hand was cupped sensuously around the firm, protuberant breasts of our pretty sixteen-year-old daughter.
"As for clothes, there weren't many. Even when my wife Joana sleeps with me she almost always wears some sort of night dress. That night she was absolutely naked. And Jill wore only a very skimpy pair of panties that served to attract attention to her adolescent groin rather than to cover it up. A few tightly curled coal-black hairs escaped from the leg bands of the panties. Her bra was lying on the floor beside the bed and my wife's was thrown carelessly over a chair. Normally the sight of Joana's cast-off underwear was a very stimulating sight for me. The undergarments she wore were always scented with her favorite fragrance and when I smelled it I knew she must be taking her clothes off for bed. I looked closely at the two attractive sleeping females and wondered how in the world it was possible for a thing like this to happen.
"Joana sure never had shown the slightest attraction for another female before, and it was damned hard for me to believe what I was looking at. I made a quick decision as I stood over the two of them. I decided I'd leave fast so they wouldn't know I'd been home-I wasn't expected that night anyway-and not tip my hand about what I'd seen. Then I'd just play it cool and see if I could notice anything going on between them while I was home. I did one more thing, too. I'm a pretty good amateur photographer so I rigged up a color movie camera set to cover the entire bedroom when I was gone overnight on business trips. I fixed it up the next day while they were both out and waited to see what would happen from it.
"I was in town for two days before I had to leave on business again and during that time I wasn't able to notice a thing different about Joana and Jill. I had a nice hot fuck session with Joana both nights I was in and each time she was just as affectionate and sexy as ever ... which is a hell of a lot. Even though I've been married to her for seventeen years I still get a really big charge out of laying the meat to her and from the best I'm able to tell she still digs me the same way.
"I didn't notice anything different about Jill, either. She's an awfully cute girl and has a lot of boyfriends ... another thing which made it hard for me to believe she'd ever have any lesbian feelings-and for the days I was home she was as sweet and innocent as ever. Well, almost. I mean when a girl looks as sexy as my sixteen-year-old daughter, it's pretty difficult for her to look very innocent. She doesn't dress like a slut or anything, you know. She doesn't try to show off what she's got. But, by God, she's really built fine, if I do say that about my own daughter. Resembles her mother when she was that age a hell of a lot. She seemed to be doing fine in school and didn't appear to have any problems other than maybe which outfit to wear on her next date.
"Okay, so I left them just as I always had, with one exception. This time my color movie camera was concealed to take pictures of everything that happened in the bedroom while I was gone. When I came back and sent the film out for developing I got the surprise of my life. The camera shop called, sort of embarrassed like, and said, 'Sorry, buddy, but we don't develop film like this. You'll have to take this to some specialty place, know what I mean?' The guy definitely had a leer in his voice.
"I guess I should have expected something like this considering what I saw with my own eyes that night, but I suppose I really didn't believe it and just unconsciously thought the camera would have nothing but routine stuff on it.
"When I did get the film developed I ran the film for myself and was amazed at what I saw. The only thing wrong was that I hadn't gone to the trouble to record the sound, so I couldn't tell what they were saying to-each other. The 'they' that I'm talking about was my wife Joana and my daughter Jill, too. No doubt about that! I was hurt, embarrassed and humiliated by what I saw for the next several minutes but I have to admit another feeling too. I was ... well, I was extremely aroused. It made me feel dirty to get hot and bothered from seeing such stuff but it made me feel good too. Real good.
"First I watched the home screen and saw my wife milling around getting ready for bed. Pretty routine but somehow very interesting, too. I mean hell, she is my wife and after seventeen years she doesn't have many secrets from me, physical or otherwise. But it was very sexy to see her padding around and taking her clothes off and stuff on a movie screen. She stripped as far as her slip and then things really started happening. Jill came into the room. And she was wearing nothing but her panties and brassiere. I told myself there was nothing unusual about a teenage girl coming into her mom's room in her bra and panties. But what could I tell myself when I saw a certain strange smile in my wife's eyes when she turned to greet her and then saw her kiss Jill. Not on the cheek either. Smack on the mouth! From then on I really sat up and took notice.
"I'm used to seeing Joana in her scanty undies all the time but to see my sixteen-year-old daughter in hers is an entirely different thing. A guy can overlook thinking about his own daughter as a ... well, as a young attractive woman. So long as he just sees her with all her clothes on. But sitting there looking at Jill in her thin, bikini-style panties and a bra that barely held her in forced me to look at her as a woman. Her hair is the same dark black color as Joana's but she wears it a lot longer, about down to the middle of her back and usually in schoolgirl-type braids. The night this film was running she looked very different. Her hair was all combed out and it looked thick and sexy like one of those TV ads for shaving lotion.
"After Joana kissed her she sat down on the bed and watched while Jill kept walking back and forth in front of her. She was apparently modeling a bunch of new underwear she'd just gotten for school. She'd run in and out of the room and each time she'd be wearing something different. From a father's point of view I thought all the stuff she was wearing was much too 'old' for her. Much too sophisticated. It made her look like a real man-killer. Like a vamp. But from a man's point of view, forgetting I was her father, she simply looked sexy as all get-out. I'd always known in some remote corner of my mind that my daughter was blessed with a rather stunning figure but to see it with nothing on but all that slinky underwear made me really eyeball her lush young curves. There wasn't a damn thing skinny about Jill, and yet her waist was thin enough to just perfectly set off her fine plump tits and ass. Now damnit, wait a minute-I know it sounds indecent for a man to talk about his own daughter like that but after you know everything there is to know about what happened between the three of us maybe you'll understand what I mean.
"Anyway, back to the movie. Jill came in wearing five or six different sets of undies one after another until it was very easy for me to forget that she was my daughter even back then before I knew what was going on. Every time she entered the bedroom she'd make a cute little dip like one of those high-class models who make you want to run up to them and jerk their clothes off before they have a chance to leave the runway.
"Watching Jill was one thing but watching Joana's reaction to Jill's little show was what really flipped me out. She didn't look like a mother at all. The expressions on her face when she saw the almost naked girl were more like you'd expect from a person watching someone of the opposite sex. After the last outfit, Jill stayed in the room looking in the mirror. She stood there twisting one way and then the other and making little adjustments on the bra and panties, then Joana got up and walked over beside her.
"If it hadn't been for what they were both wearing and the sly little looks they were giving each other they would have been just like any other mother helping her daughter make some clothes fit after trying them on. While they were still standing there my wife stood behind her and reached around her, locking her hands together over the cute, dimpled belly of Jill's flat, tanned stomach. Then right before my eyes I saw her hands raise up slow and go right underneath the snug cups of Jill's scanty bra. They exchanged a few words, which made me wish again that I'd included a sound system with the set-up, then my daughter snuggled back against Joana's front and reached both hands backwards behind her. She then slipped her hands into the back of her mother's panties and grasped a firm cheek in each palm.
"They stood there for a few minutes like that just leisurely fondling each other, Jill's hands on Joana's butt and Joana's hands underneath Jill's bra kneading the abundant flesh of her tits. I really felt strange about what I was seeing because seeing my wife dressed like that and acting sexy made me want to fuck her even though the person she was acting sexy with was our daughter Jill. As for Jill, I'd never really thought of her before as a sex object but after the little panty and bra show she'd been putting on, which let me see the succulent naked flesh that I'd overlooked before because I was her father, I had feelings about her that I really wasn't ready to admit to myself at that time.
"Things happened quick after that. My wife sank slowly down to the floor behind Jill and let her hands run down her stomach and legs.
She wasn't bashful about letting her fingers get a nice feel of Jill's panty-covered crotch on the way down either. Then Jill turned around and they said something to each other. Joana reached up and calmly peeled down the thin material of the panties. As I watched I saw, for the first time since she had been anything like an adult, the completely naked mound of my kid's pussy. Kid, hell! I knew for a fact she was only sixteen but she looked like some voluptuous movie star in her twenties. I couldn't take my eyes off the coal-black curls that completely concealed the sweet red slit I knew had to be under there somewhere.
"As if what I'd seen so far hadn't been enough to shock the hell out of a husband and father, Joana worked the panties all the way down to Jill's ankles and then grabbed her behind-the knees and slowly drew her tanned body downwards until Jill was straddling my wife from the front and her dark, curly crotch was right in front of Joana's face. The look on my daughter's face as I saw her mother plaster her mouth hungrily against the curls and work her head back and forth like a playful pup was different from any look I had ever seen on Jill's face before.
"Then they turned sideways and I could actually see my wife's wet red tongue-the same tongue that had given me so many beautiful lick jobs on my cock-slip into the dark curls and lose itself completely in the secret slit that was beyond my vision. Joana worked on her then so actively that all I could see was a beautiful blur of rounded tits and long tanned limbs with my wife's thick head of hair covering the lovely soft groin of our daughter. It was very clear that Jill was starting to come then and when she did they both bucked and grabbed each other for dear life. Both of them were damp with sweat from tits to toes and flushed with red through their smooth tans.
"Then, damnit, they headed toward the bed but as they walked by the wall switch Joana flipped it off and I had to sit there for thirty minutes watching a black screen and knowing that what was going on there was impossible for me to see. A funny thing happened though-since I couldn't see anything I just sort of automatically used my imagination and discovered it was sexy as hell to just think about what they must be doing even though I couldn't see it at all.
"As I shut off the projector I decided right then I was going to have to bring it out into the open and talk to them both about it no matter how embarrassing or awkward it might be. That night when we were all three home at the same time I did exactly that. But it turned out to be a lot more than just talk. A hell of a lot more!"
The highly unique relationship between Jill and her mother and the effect that was brought to bear on her father, Davy Tonner, during their confrontation that night will shortly be delved into in the thorough manner demanded by the nature of their activities. But it is at this point in our overview of the situation that we must oblige ourselves to examine this case history within the context of the findings of authorities in the field.
In Strange Customs of Courtship and Marriage, by William J. Fielding, we find the following reference to incest: "Some authorities find evidence of a close connection between sexual modesty and the aversion to incest, or, perhaps, more strictly a sexual aversion which prevails among members of the same small domestic circle. Bentham stated as a psychological fact that individuals [in families who] see each other and know each other from an age which is neither capable of conceiving desire nor of inspiring it, will see each other with the same eyes to the end of life."
This theory may well explain the reason why Davy was sexually stimulated by his daughter. Since because of civilized clothing customs Davy did not have occasion to look upon the nudity of his daughter after she was no longer a small child, it is as though he had not seen her at all before in the physical sense. From the theory advanced by Bentham we should expect the opposite to have been true if her body had not been concealed from her father during her formative years. But we are unable to draw any meaningful conclusions from Bentham's theory regarding the relationship of the mother with the daughter, however, because homosexuality was not a condition of that particular psychological approach.
But we must not forget the most vulnerable member of the family-Jill, the daughter. It is undoubtedly true that her participation in the incestual relationship was governed very predominantly by the attitudes of one of both parents. That is to say, we may safely conclude that the daughter could not have, of her own volition, instigated any sort of sex contact with a parent unless that parent was the initiator.
In order to more properly assess what the daughter's position may have been let us consult an anthology, The Way of Woman, edited by J. E. Fairchild. In an article by Margaret Mead, "One Aspect of Male and Female," the author states, " ... the crucial time for the acceptance of the girl's femininity is in adolescence. Normally the girl moves through adolescence pleased with becoming a woman...." Since from what we know of Jill's personal appearance and her personality there is no reason for us to assume that her femininity was interpreted by her as being in doubt, nothing indicates that the girl had any problems in this area. But what is important for us to keep in mind is the fact that if any such problems were to arise at any time during the girl's life, it is precisely during her teenage years when we might expect it.
Although the participants themselves do not at any time seem to be concerned about the matter, they should have realized, as we shall now explore, the ever-important legal ramifications of their activities. In Sex-Life and the Criminal Law, by John Roeburt, the author provides much material relevant to our concerns here. The author reminds us, "Incest is a felony subject to penitentiary sentences that vary in severity from state to state. Statutes even vary widely in their concept of what constitutes 'closely related' parties." But since Jill was a natural daughter of both her father and mother we may be sure that there is no equivocation about her status under the law. Any sex contact between her and either parent would definitely constitute incest in any state of the union.
In the same book, Mr. Roeburt points out, "Psychiatrists generally view incest as a problem of medicine rather than the courts-that it should be treated legally as a crime only when children are the victims." At sixteen, Jill can hardly be considered a child within the context of this intention. So we see that the psychiatrists do not always agree with the government prosecutors. He adds, "Psychoanalysts invariably find patients free in all personal revelations other [author Roeburt's italics] than that locked-away and hoarded incest experience haunting memory and imagination. Incestuous relationships between members of a family seldom become court (and public) knowledge. These are things done in secret, and kept secret."
Author Roeburt also has specific information about the homosexual aspects of the case history with which we are now dealing. "Precise statistical studies of female homosexuality present difficulties to the physician and investigator. It is less prominent than among men, less surfaced. [Author Roeburt's italics.] Women have more opportunities for sexual intimacies with members of their own sex than men similarly disposed. Embracing and kissing females is a common sight, inoffensive to the watcher and socially tolerated. The male, even if innocently affectionate, had better limit himself to a handshake."
We may certainly say with impunity that the incestual homosexual relationship between Jill and Joana was indeed not surfaced, to use author Roeburt's terminology, since even their husband and father was for a long time totally unaware of it.
When Davy, the husband, finally discovered enough evidence of the incestual relationship between his wife and daughter to warrant suspicions, a crisis situation arose. It is that point in time to which we now once more refer by presenting the husband's first-person account.
"The night I decided I had to talk to them about it would have been a lot less embarrassing for me if it hadn't been for the stupid thing I did. I couldn't resist reshowing the movie of them for myself. That's where I made my mistake. I was in the den where it's usually safe from interruption by them. Ever since I'd seen that film the first time I'd been looking at both my wife and daughter differently and I'd been thinking about them differently too.
"At night in bed with Joana, for example, I'd find myself picturing how she had looked with her mouth inside our daughter's thighs. And when I'd see Jill around the house I couldn't help but see her in an entirely different light. Even though she would be fully dressed as usual I'd always get this nasty picture of her, this vision of how she had looked in all those scanty undies she was trying on in front of her mom. I wasn't able to accept what they were doing morally at all, but when I would see her that way in my mind it would start giving me a big hard on and always made, me feel very guilty.
"I rigged the projector up in the den and had it going in complete privacy. I found the movie to be twice as exciting as it had been before. Maybe it's because I knew what to expect this time. My cock swelled up in my pants and it got so hard that the sensitive glans started rubbing on my pants and making it worse so I opened my fly just to let it get out in the air and keep it from being irritated. At least that's what I told myself I got it out for. But pretty soon I began jacking myself off while I looked at them on the screen. Damn, but it was really exciting!
"It was so exciting that I didn't realize I'd been there long enough for Joana to come home. There I was beating my meat like mad and in walks Joana. I was so busy with my prick that she was right on top of me before I had the slightest idea that anybody was in the room with me. She had me dead to rights and the only thing I could do was look sheepish. I quickly explained to her where the film came from and what I'd seen earlier that made me suspect that something was going on between them.
"She didn't seem mad or anything. It was strange. I'd lost what command I had over the situation by letting her catch me like this so I couldn't really raise hell about the stuff she'd been doing with Jill when I was beating my meat while I watched it in color on the screen.
"We got through the shit real quick and got down to business. She told me she was glad to see that what they were doing turned me on so much and told me briefly how long they'd been doing it and what started it. But she correctly guessed that my main interest in it was the future of the relationship-and the present. She said, 'You want to fuck her, don't you?'
"I denied it pretty hotly but she just smiled at me and said, 'Come on, you don't have to keep up a front with me, I know damn well she looks good to you there on the screen in her undies or else you wouldn't be playing with yourself."
Then she saw how my cock was still hard sticking out of my pants and said, 'At least let's don't waste this."
"She bent over on her knees and gave me a good tonguing. I was so hot from seeing the movie that I shot off real quick.
"We went up and took a shower together and all the time she was telling me things about Jill like how pretty she was and how they'd been doing things together for almost a year. The more she talked about it the more she broke down my defenses. She told me that Jill was very mature for her age and that she really loved being able to get naked with her and love each other up. We lay on the bed talking about it and I got hard again. She said she had a better idea for working me off than she'd had earlier in the den. Since that was real groovy I didn't know what she meant until she spelled it out for me. What a strange thrill I had then!
"She put her arms around my neck and whispered one word into my ear-our daughter's name.
"She had me hot enough by this time that I was ready to try it. She said it would be more fun to let Jill and me be alone together first before the three of us tried anything at the same time. Everything she was saying sounded pretty wild to me so I just left the whole thing up to her and told her to fix it up. She surprised me by telling me that Jill herself had already thought of having a nice hot time with me and had asked her about it before. She told me to just keep lying on the bed naked with my cock in the air and see what happened.
"I did what she said and in a little while I saw them both come up to the door. Joana had told me to keep my eyes shut and I'd get a nice surprise and I had some idea of what was going on when I heard Jill whisper, 'Gee mom, I'd really groove on it. But if he's asleep, how come his cock is hard like that?'
"Then they both came into the room on tiptoes, which I thought was really dumb but kind of fun too, and I heard Joana say, 'Go ahead and feel it with your hands. He's probably just having a sexy dream. Remember that night you had such a sexy dream that when I came in to see why you were talking in your sleep you grabbed me and kissed me and had us licking each other in your room while your dad was asleep here in this bedroom? He sleeps like a log. So you can do anything you want to him without being afraid. Even if he did wake up for a minute he'd probably just think it had to be a dream and lie there and enjoy it as though it was one."
"Jill sighed and' said, 'I sure do remember that night you came in and found me having that hot dream. We hadn't been doing stuff with each other for very long back then and seeing you there at my bedside with your nice tits pooching out at me made my pussy so wet and hot that I just had to have you touch it. If he's really that sound asleep I'm going to do it. You've met the boys I date from school, mom, and you know how shy most of them are. I've had some of them play with me a little and I told you about the college guy I let bust my cherry after the homecoming game, but I've never sucked a man before and I'm dying to do it!'
"After all that talking the kid was doing I didn't know if she was ever going to get around to doing anything about it or whether she was just going to keep talking about it a few feet away from me and driving me crazy. I really wanted to have my eyes open so I could feast them on her pretty, naked body but I didn't want to ruin things so I had to keep them closed. I didn't really even know if she was actually naked or not, because I only saw her head at the doorway. I just hoped like hell she was naked because seeing her in the movie I took made me want to see her in the flesh like that and to get my hands all over those lovely fat tits and curly pussy of hers.
"They quit talking and I felt the bed sag under her weight. I felt her crawl up to me and then a wispy part of something she was wearing breezed across my knees and thighs. That meant she wasn't naked but it didn't take anything away from what was happening because thinking that she must just be wearing some filmy underclothes or gown or something was every bit as sexy as thinking of her naked.
"Then I felt her hair fall and gently touch my stomach. What a feeling-wow! I knew exactly where her pretty young face must be if her long hair was grazing my stomach and I felt I'd have to reach up and crush her soft front down against me if she didn't go ahead and do something damn soon. I didn't care if it was with her hand, her mouth, or if she just let me have a feel of her arm or even her foot as long as I could just feel her skin against mine. A rush of hot arousal flooded my groin just from thinking about it.
"I heard her break the silence by whispering to Joana, 'Mom! Mom, look at his prick! See how it's throbbing? How come it's doing that all of the sudden?'
"Joana told her, 'I don't know but I'll guarantee you if you put your lips to the head of it it'll jump a lot more."
"I think I must have started sweating then so much that they could've seen the drops of moisture on my skin if they'd have looked close. Then I felt the delicious sensation of her hair again but this time right on the rigid, pulsing head of my stiff, hungry prick. I longed for her wet mouth to give me relief. She put her fingertips lightly against the shaft of it and it was all I could do to keep from thrusting upwards and filling her hand with it then and there. I didn't have to, though. She got up so close to me I could feel her breath on the naked head of it and slowly brought both hands together on it as though she were a little bit scared of it. I thought it was probably the first one she'd seen up close to her face like that and really looked at even though I'd heard her tell her mother she let a boy fuck her once.
"She started rolling it back and forth between her palms without touching the head of it yet, but her long hair would still brush it every once in a while and sometimes I could even feel the warm, humid breath that was being exhaled as she breathed. I felt her shifting around on the bed and enjoyed the thrill of feeling various unidentifiable parts of whatever she was wearing drift lightly across my chest, stomach and thighs. I lay there with the blood pounding and tried to picture what she must be wearing.
"Everything I felt was very gauzy and light except once in a while I'd feel something heavier and thinner like a strap. I thought to myself, 'Jesus! I wonder if she's got those nice big tits of hers hidden away in a bra and is taking it off? No, too good to be true."
"Then I heard Joana say, 'Oh, honey, that's lovely what you're doing now. If he were only awake he'd love to see you doing that. Here, let me take it so it won't be in your way. What a sweet thing for you to do-putting the softest, juiciest part of your body against his prick and rubbing them against it. I'm getting so steamed up from watching what you're doing to him I'm going to have to get myself naked below the waist so I can do a little fingerwork on myself while I watch you."
"Sure as hell, I felt my daughter's bursting globes surround the head of my prick and enclose it entirely in the warm,' fragrant, resilience of them. She might have been sort of milking herself against the tip of my rod because I kept feeling all these fleeting touches of her thumb and forefinger along with her nipples.
"I heard a faint slapping noise somewhere away from the bed and heard Jill whisper, 'Mom, I can't stand much more of this being careful not to wake him up. I'm going to just hope you're right and put my mouth on him."
"I knew already that Joana must really be giving herself a beautiful handjob because of the little slap-slap-slap noises I was hearing and when I heard Jill actually say in her own words that she was going to give me some mouth action it was almost more than I could take. Then the hot lubricated skin of my daughter's mouth closed quickly over the straining head of my cock and I just let go. I didn't know what effect it would have on them but I was so fucking excited that my stiff prick was like a tinderbox-ready to go up in flames the moment it was touched.
"I spewed a hot, hefty load of come into her mouth and felt her leap off the bed and say something in a hissing whisper to Joana as she dashed out of the room. When she was gone, Joana came over to me and playfully poked me in the ribs.
"She said, 'You were so hot you couldn't wait, weren't you? See what happens when you get so hot for it you can't wait? You lose your partner, don't you?'
"I was disappointed that Jill had taken off like that but Joana said not to worry about it, that everything would be okay once she explained to the kid what had happened. She also told me that later on that night we should all three get together without any single games and really love and touch and fuck one another. By that time of course I had worked out all my hang-ups about the incest thing and was more than willing to do what Joana suggested to me. Before Joana left the room I said, 'Hey, are you sure that Jill really believed I was asleep all that time?' All the time Jill had been fooling around with me I found it hard to believe she was actually snowed by our silly little game.
"As Joana went out the door she said, 'I don't know, maybe not. Who cares? It was fun, wasn't it?'
"About ten o'clock that night all three of us got together in the den, and with Joana acting as intermediary between my daughter and I explanations were quickly made and in only a few minutes the new understanding that resulted seemed to create a warm bond of affection among the three of us.
"Besides feeling awfully nice psychologically we were also feeling terrific physically. Both my wife and daughter looked absolutely scrumptious in the cool, crisp sport clothes they were wearing and I knew that the hot shower and shave I had just had had made a new man out of me. Joana had told Jill about the movie and she was clamoring to see it. My first thought was that it would be utter depravity for the three of us to sit together and watch it together. But Joana and Jill made such a convincing protest that I forgot my fears and turned on the projector at once.
"Joana had seen a few minutes of the film earlier in the day but our daughter hadn't and I soon became as interested in seeing how she would react to seeing herself and her mother on the screen as Joana was. When the film reached the part where Jill was modeling her undies in front of Joana our daughter whispered in mock fright, "Uh oh, mom, dad's really going to get to see something here. Remember?'
"Joana replied, 'I sure do. You look so cute in those outfits that I couldn't wait until we turned the light off and got into bed like I usually do. I had to go up and help you make a few little adjustments on what you were wearing and that made me want to adjust a few other things, too."
"Jill squealed, 'Oh yummy! I remember that okay. The things you decided needed adjusting were these things right here."
"I looked at Jill and saw her holding her hands under her own breasts on the outside of her clothes to indicate just what Joana 'adjusted'. The three of us were sitting together on a couch watching the movie and Joana was between Jill and I. When Jill hoisted her hands under her breasts through her blouse it gave Joana an idea. She said to me, 'Davy, I've already told Jill what you were doing in the projection room earlier today while you watched us have our little fun. Look at the screen-the same people you see up there that made you want to masturbate are sitting right here by you now. Of course Jill and I aren't dressed quite the same way as we were in that movie but we are the same two people. Wouldn't it be more fun for you to see the real thing than to watch the screen?'
"Before I could answer my wife, Jill stretched across her lap to where I was sitting and said, 'I have a secret to tell you, dad.' Then she put her lips to my ear and whispered, "The secret is that I hope when you see us both in the flesh it makes you as excited as it did when you watched us on the screen.' Then she darted back to her position on the other side of Joana.
"I was getting into the spirit of things. I said, "There was one particularly bad part to the movie, you know."
"They both turned to me with interest and asked what I meant.
"I told them the worst part was when they turned the lights off on their way to bed and kept me from seeing anymore nice stuff between them.
"Joana turned to me and said in a very insinuating tone of voice, 'Oh, too bad, but the two of us just might be able to present you with a little "re-run" since you missed it the first time around.' She turned to Jill and said, 'Don't you think we could manage that for your dad, honey?'
"Jill said, 'Oh sure! No problem. And just think, mom, dad might like the movie so much he'd want to be in it with us!'
"As my daughter spoke I felt a surge of heat in my pants and felt my cock swell. I didn't really know whether it was because of how enthusiastic Jill was with her suggestion or whether it was from watching the movie, which was still going on in front of us. But I knew whichever it was, the result was going to be the same-an unusually enjoyable evening with my family. My entire family, too.
"My wife pointed to the screen and said, 'Jill, it's coming to the place where the lights go out. Why don't you take off a few of these extra clothes I'm wearing and I'll do the same for you. We can start getting comfy just like we were doing the other night when your dad had the lights go out just before the nicest part of the film."
"Jill hopped up and gave her mother a little kiss on the cheek and started unbuttoning her blouse for her. At the same time Joana reached behind our daughter's back and I saw the short sport dress Jill was wearing start sliding slowly off her softly molded shoulders. Jill removed Joana's blouse and tossed it on the couch beside me, loosening her dress all the way down to her hips as she did so. I don't know what I expected. I guess maybe I thought Jill would be completely naked under her dress, but when I saw that she was wearing a cute frilly slip underneath that concealed everything except the swelling mounds of her cleavage I was somehow more excited than I would have been if she had been in the buff.
"Joana stepped deftly out of the pants Jill had just finished unbuttoning for her and twirled around once in her shoes before kicking them into the corner and tossing an arm around Jill's shoulder. She was wearing fewer undies than Jill-just a bra and panties-so they complemented each other well as they both stood in front of me half naked.
"Jill frowned petulantly and complained, 'Mom, it was more fun when we didn't have on so many clothes and we could get down to the skin faster."
"She stepped closer to Joana and reached behind her, unclasping her brassiere and tossing it lightly onto the couch beside me. My wife's back was to me and as I saw Jill's pleased expression as she looked at Joana's newly naked chest I felt a warm feeling of identification with Jill. She was looking at the same pretty torso that had often made me feel the same excitement and anticipation she obviously was feeling.
"As I saw the two of them get more and more naked in front of me I wondered how I had been able to contain myself as long as I had. I got up and stepped next to Jill. I put my hands on her soft shoulders and said that if she was going to be sweet enough to help her mother but of her clothes I thought the least I could do was help her out of hers. She gave me a big smile and said it would be groovy but she only had one more garment to go and didn't know if it was worth my bother.
"I said, 'You mean you aren't wearing any panties and bra under that slip?'
"When she said she wasn't I felt my cock start acting up again inside my pants. I guess Joana noticed it too because as I took the hem of my daughter's slip and raised it upwards from her knees, Joana stepped up to me with her beautiful naked boobs jouncing in front of her and said, 'Well, well-if you're going to be so gentlemanly about helping your daughter like that, maybe you deserve a little assistance yourself.' As I raised Jill's slip all the way up and off over her head I felt my wife's hands on my belt buckle and after a few practiced movements she had them loose and down around my ankles. She saw me staring at the beautifully proportioned nakedness of our daughter and she could easily tell how delighted I was to be finally seeing, for the first time since Jill was a little girl, the complete girl instead of a clothes-rack that lived at our house.
"Jill could see that I really went for the way she looked. She gave me a cute smile and said, 'Gee, dad, I guess I look a little different than I did the last time you saw me this way, huh? If you want to touch anything, don't worry, I don't break. Mom will guarantee that, won't you, mom?'
"Joana was all the way naked by that time and she sat back down on the couch and tugged at my jockey shorts, which was the only thing I was still wearing. She said, 'Why are we all standing up? This isn't a dance, you know. Both of you sit down here with me and relax."
"Jill and I did as she said and then when Joana winked at her and pointed to the other side of me she flounced down beside me and left me surrounded. Joana said, 'Davy, don't you think it's kind of silly to keep your shorts on when the front of them is sticking out so much it's about to ravel the threads? Come on, Jill, let's work together."
"Each one put a hand on the waistband of my shorts and as they yanked them off over my feet I felt a brand new feeling of freedom. It seemed to me like time had been dragging on and on ever since the three of us walked into this den. But now that I was as naked as they were, and my cock was ramrod stiff in front of me, I knew things were going to change.
"Jill was talking downright slutty now and her mother was encouraging her in it. She looked at my hard prick and said, 'Come on, mom, you get to play with it any time you want to and I never have before. Let me do the honors, okay?'
"Joana smiled and nodded, 'Only if you promise not to ruin it for us. If you and I are careful we can both get a lot of mileage out of this nice hard thing."
"I knew I had to be damn careful or I'd shoot off too quick like I did up in the bedroom when I was playing possum. I said, 'Wait girls, I've got a better idea. You've got me so damn hot and horny that if either one of you touches it it's liable to explode and disappoint you. Just both of you take it easy and lean over here like this ... that's the way ... I think we'll all have a lot more fun if you'll let me do the fingerwork and leave my cock out of things for a while."
"Joana was already snuggled up against my right side with her breasts crushed against my arm, and her legs folded primly beside her on the couch. Jill took advantage of my offer by pivoting on her trim little ass and swinging her legs over my lap. This left her cradled in my left arm with her thick, sweet smelling hair against my face and the entire expanse of her evenly tanned body upturned in front of me. Joana reached into my lap and gently ran her fingers down the lower part of Jill's legs.
"For a few seconds things seemed kind of mixed-up and ... well, sort of competitive to me. But the girls were so relaxed about things that I soon realized that all three of us could do anything we wanted to the others and that we all three wanted the same thing-to thoroughly and fondly caress each others' naked bodies.
"I reached past my wife's hand on Jill's lower leg and started rubbing up and down her thighs from her knees to her hips and all the way up to her navel. She squirmed like a drunken fish in my lap and my wife nodded approval at the pleasure I was giving her. I circled Jill's fully packed tit with my free hand and my wife snuggled across my lap and began rubbing her cheek against the smooth surface of Jill's long, shapely legs. She grinned at me and looked at where my hand was and I had an intuitive feeling what she wanted to do and thought it was beautiful.
"I kept kneading Jill's fat tit with my left hand but with my right hand I began to toy with the fleecy black curls in her groin. She stretched sinuously and she shamelessly raised her crotch higher in response to our touch. As Joana rubbed her face back and forth along Jill's leg, crawling farther over my lap and getting closer every minute to Jill's black triangle, I ran my fingers deep into the thick black muff and at last gave her what she'd been wanting.
"Joana saw a quick flick of erotic desire pass across Jill's face as my fingers touched the wetness below the curls. She winked at me and pushed her face all the way up to our daughter's gradually warming crotch. Jill looked past her lovely big jugs down to her pussy to see what was going on there and when she saw my hand beginning to slowly frig her, as her mother's face faded into the curly hairs, she gave a long weak sigh and lay back as limp as a rag doll.
"Soon I felt Joana's tongue on my finger and I guided her through the moist folds of Jill's inner slit until I felt my fingertip touch that taut little nubbin of her clit. Joana's tongue, of course, was right behind and as I moved my fingertip on over the top of the clit and stretched the skin tighter to bring it out more in relief against her mellow, rounded mound, I knew that she had her tongue on it and that very soon our daughter was going to begin to get a little crazy.
"Joana began to get kind of hot herself then. I could tell because I smelled the fragrant, musky odor that always wafts up from her cunt. As she continued diligently finger-fucking Jill she managed to work her shapely thighs up onto the other side of my lap from where Jill's ass was supported and soon Joana's tender naked ass was right in my face. Leaning over toward her a bit to help support her, I gave her a few quick hot licks of my tongue right in the crack of her ass. She caught on fast and gave her ass a half turn, which to the delight of us both, positioned her damp pussy within easy reach of my tongue. She glanced up at me from the beautiful black triangle of Jill's pussy, removing her tongue for a few seconds from Jill's clit, and smiled appreciatively at me.
"Our new positions were so easy and stimulating that all three of us began to move in slow, undulating movements which brought our legs and arms into sensuous contact with each other. We had started working on Jill first so it was only natural that she began to approach her orgasm first. Joana and I both heard her grunt deeply and heard her breathing come harder and faster as we avidly continued with our delicious little jobs.
"Joana gave a couple of twitches in her ass that told me she was getting in a good place too, so I gave her a nice little double action by brushing the tip of my tongue past her clit and then darting it deep into the hot, steaming folds of her pussy. It was my turn to be surprised then. I meant it earlier when I told them I didn't want either one of them touching my cock because I had a good idea that I really might shoot off and I wanted to save it In Jill's growing excitement she had started flailing her arms and legs around and when one of her hands brushed past my big hard on she went right ahead and grabbed it. If it would have been earlier in our little session I'd have had to get her hand off fast. But the girls were both coming along so well that I considered Jill's move a stroke of luck and hunched my ass up, a little to let her know I liked it. I sure as hell couldn't have done anything for it, myself, that's for sure. I still had my left hand crammed full of Jill's fat tit and my right one was busy pulling her pussy skin taut so that Joana could give her an extra good licking.
"A nice slow rhythm built up that gradually changed to accommodate all our movements until we seemed to be moving together effortlessly like some strange machine of flesh bent on a design known only to itself. I knew that Jill had the best view of what was happening because her head was up high, while both Joana's and mine were buried deeply and wetly in the soft fragrant folds of a burning pussy.
"Jill began to make a new noise then, a kind of a whimpering little sound that seemed to spark both Joana and me to a faster pace together. My tongue was flitting across the wet tip of her clit a mile a minute and I could tell by the juicy sounds coming from our daughter's hot little cunt that Joana must be doing the same there.
"All the time this heavy tongue action was taking place the kid was jacking me off to the same rhythm that we'd begun several minutes before.
"I felt the hot sap rise in the base of my cock and knew I was going to blast out my load any second. Jill was still whimpering but now the noise had gone higher and it sounded more like a whine. Joana heard me breathing fast and hard like a bellows and she knew what it meant. She gasped out, 'Go on, honey! Let it come, let it come!'
"I didn't really know if she was talking to me or to Jill but since we were both apparently about at the same place it didn't make any difference.
"I was the first to go and as I felt the hot sperm catapult from the head of my prick I heard Jill and Joana making terrible gasping sounds mixed with little shrieks. I knew Joana was getting her cookies because I heard her make that noise a thousand times before and since Jill's hot little cunt had been on the verge of exploding for several minutes I was sure that she must be getting hers too. There was a quick, rowdy jostling among all our bodies. I felt both girls fall off the edges of my lap and I raised my head from Joana's pussy to see them lying on their backs, their juicy fat tits heaving heavily as they recovered from their orgasm.
"For several minutes all of us just lay there without moving a muscle and finally I got off the couch and turned on the TV to a football game. They both looked up in surprise and Joana said, 'My God, Davy, didn't you get enough action here with us?'
"I told her that that was just the problem-I'd gotten so much action from the two of them that I wanted to watch the football game to relax myself.
"The girls lay there for a half hour or so and then Jill suddenly jumped up and went upstairs. In a minute she came back and kneeled over Joana who was still relaxing on her back. She said, 'Here, mom, I have two things for you. One is the big drink of scotch you always like after we suck each other off.
"Joana drank a couple of big shots from the glass and said, 'Thanks, honey, what's the other one?'
"Jill delightedly fell forward and stuck her nose right between Joana's thighs. She said, 'The other thing is a suck-off job for you because of how nice you were in getting dad to join in with us in our little games."
"My cock was limp as a piece of wet spaghetti but when I had watched Jill at work between her mother's legs for just a few minutes I felt some of the pep come back. The football game was still going on behind me but I wasn't watching it any more. There was a better spectator sport going on right there in the room. I suppose I got more enjoyment out of it when I was doing it with them, but I discovered right away that there was a certain very special delight in just watching.
"The kid was a beautiful sight from the back as she bent her head low into Joana's crotch. She had her knees spread wide apart to give herself good leverage on the tile floor and I could look up ahead of the beautiful golden-tanned cheeks of her ass and see two taut, hard-nippled tits swinging below her as she burrowed in farther. A couple of minutes later Joana had another climax.
"During the next couple of weeks we did all kinds of stuff together. We figure as long as we keep it cool and don't blab to everybody we know, we can keep it up. I read a lot these days about 'swingers' and 'wife-swappers' and all kinds of people like that. I don't know what it is you call us but it must be something besides 'swingers' or 'wife-swappers'. We have our own little thing going here and we don't want to swap with anybody."
The relationship among Davy, Joana and Jill is one that is likely to be much less enduring than they envision. There are a few problems which will almost inevitably have to be faced in a situation of this kind.
One is the comparative immaturity of Jill. The girls who were the subjects of the four preceding case histories all had rather serious problems of one kind or another with their parents. Because of this, they all anticipate a time when they will no longer be under the yoke of what they consider their parents' domination. In some cases this will be beneficial to them and in other cases it will not. Jill's situation, however, is of a different nature. Since she has virtually no problems connected with relating to her parents it is un-likely that she looks forward to the day when she will leave the family. It is quite probable that when that day arrives Jill will be unprepared to cope with the world away from the protective bond of her family.
Another major problem is one involving a dichotomy of interests. No matter how satisfying she finds her parents sexually or even emotionally, it is almost a foregone conclusion that they will not be able to share the social and cultural interests of their daughter. Yet those of her own age, with whom these pursuits will be naturally consistent, will not be able to establish a sexual-emotional relationship with the girl because of the fact that in Jill's life it is her parents who occupy this position. She will be lucky if she recognizes this and seeks a way out before it is too late.
CONCLUSION
The dictum that "blood is thicker than water" may be found in one form or another throughout the entire civilized world. The language used to state the popular epigram will of course vary widely from country to country around the face of the globe, but the essential meaning remains the same.
To the persons whose case histories have been presented in this book, however, the phrase might well be interpreted as possessing a much more specific and personal significance. It is blood, after all, which establishes the relationship of the members of a family to each other. And it is the blood relationship of one person to another which makes them guilty of incest whenever they indulge in sex with one another. In our examination of the five case histories presented in this book, we have dealt with a certain subgroup of sexual deviations involving young females who participate in two very clearly delineated sex practices-incest and orality. There are many persons guilty of incest who have no urge whatsoever to make oral sex contacts with each other and there are undoubtedly even a greater number of persons who regularly indulge in oral sex without any incestuous ties. But the young girls in our studies share precisely those two characteristics-the performance of oral (mouth-genital) sex acts with members of their own immediate families. These young females, as you have learned, are the ones to whom we refer as oral daughters.
After assessing the intimate details of the sex lives of these oral daughters, what can we say we have discovered about them as a group? Do they share other characteristics not immediately recognizable as relevant to their identification as members of that group? What similarities, what differences, may be noted among them? Are they actually suffering from a specific psychological or physical malady? May such a condition be environmentally precipitated?
These are questions which may not necessarily be answered identically even by experts, but at least the consideration of such problems allows the concerned individual to form his own opinions about the matter. And the many facts in these first-person case histories cannot help but shed light on the often troubled lives of these young girls and their families.
Consider these possibilities: Claire, in Chapter One, might have found another outlet for her admittedly precocious sex interest if her father had not used alcohol to excess; Jenny, in Chapter Two, might not have embarked upon incestual practices with her brother-and later with her father-if a more responsible attitude towards sexual promiscuity had been engendered in her at an early age; the incestual inclinations of Rona, in Chapter Three, might have been nipped in the bud had it not been for the unhealthy influence of Lisa, her mother; young Debbie, in Chapter Four, might not have developed such a craving for oral sex, to say nothing of incestual acts, if her father had not wantonly forced her to fellate him when she was barely into her teens; the family of Davy, Joana and Jill, in Chapter Five, might have discovered healthier pursuits than incestual mouth-genital contacts if the father's job had not required him to be away from home frequently.
To what extent does the study of experts suggest reasons for a preoccupation with oral sex or a penchant for incest? In Sexual Behavior-Psycho-Legal Aspects, by Frank S. Caprio, M.D. & Donald R. Brenner, LL.B., we are given the results of one such study. The authors state, "In a study of 203 incest cases, Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg observes that overcrowding in homes raises the incidence of this crime. He also found that father-daughter incest occurred more frequently where the father had dominated the household; mother-son incest where the mother dominated and sibling (brother-sister) incest where parental domination was weak. Dr. Weinberg observes that generally the aggressive participants in incest are sex deviants inclined to drunkenness; they are impulsive, high-strung, nervous, irritable, lonely and moody. Some are psychotic. In many instances the incestuous relationship includes various 'perverse' practices such as fellatio, cunnilingus, and sado-masochistic acts."
It is interesting to note that Dr. Weinberg's investigation indicated a degree of correlation between incest and the oral acts (fellatio and cunnilingus), and that he observed rather broad personality similarities among practitioners of incest, as well.
Authors Caprio and Brenner also point out, in the same book, a characteristic encountered in some of the case histories in this book-homosexuality: "The problem of incest is interrelated with homosexuality. Unconscious incestuous urges are at the root of many heterosexual difficulties such as impotence and frigidity. It has been suggested by some psychoanalysts of the Freudian school that many sexual deviations stem from incestuous conflicts and fixations."
We must also recognize that orality is a definite physical phenomenon, while incest is to some degree a legal phenomenon. In other words, whether a person participates in oral sex contacts depends on nothing more than his or her innate sex desires-but with incest the line of demarcation is not so clear. Right here in the United States, for example, a marriage between persons related in the same way may be legally permissible in one state while being legally forbidden in another.
What is important is to determine whether a given young girl classified as an oral daughter is suffering from physical or emotional ills. If such is the case, professional assistance may be secured for the girl. If, on the other hand, there is no observable trauma to hinder the girl's physical or social development, then it may be useless to attempt to alter the circumstances of her life which make an oral daughter.
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