One of the most important anomalies of sexual life is an abnormal presence of sexual sensations and presentations from which necessarily arise frequent and violent impulses for sexual gratification.
They may become so predominant that they completely sway the field of imagination and desire, and imperatively demand the relief of the affect in the corresponding sexual act.
Richard von Krafft-Ebing Psychopathia Sexualis
INTRODUCTION
The second marriage for a divorcee or widow must be different from the first, if only because the children must accept, and call a person father who has suddenly entered their lives and is a total stranger to them.
This strain of getting to know each other becomes even more critical if the child is a girl, for the girl unconsciously competes with the mother for the love and admiration of her new "daddy."
Often this kind of competition takes the form of active sexual seduction on the part of the stepfather and/or, as has been proven numerous times on the part of the stepdaughter. And it is thus the most iron-willed stepfather who can refuse the tempting and willing body of a nubile teen, a nymphet bent upon capturing his lust all for herself.
In this works on stepdaughter-stepfather incestual relationships, the author explicitly recounts, using numerous case histories, the various problems and temptations encountered by stepfathers when faced-or propositioned directly-with the budding charms of their charming new little daughters and the ease which many accept her as their sexual partner instead of a daughter.
If the often bold language and vivid sexual descriptions used in some of this works' case histories seems offensive to some, please be advised that facts not offensiveness, has been the author's aim and sole consideration.
In so-called blood relation incest is often found states of congenital or acquired mental disorders, sometimes even paranoia. Such mental aberrations may or may not be present in a history of stepfather-stepdaughter sexual relations. The no-blood-tie relationship has, more often than not, a vast complexity of motivations, not the least of which is satyriasis, a chronic sexual over-excitability in the male.
The hundreds of novels, plays and movies that have, in the past two decades, utilized incestuous plots and themes have merely given us vague or distorted hints of what truly happens during such family "get-togethers." Thus the author's purpose of this works is to fully disclose a view of incest which is statistically predominant: the stepfather-stepdaughter sexual relationship. No judgements are made pertaining to the amorality, or immorality of the subject; it is offered as a treatise, in the spirit of psychological and sociological enlightenment, spirit of psychological and sociological enlightenment.
Carl Brandt
CHAPTER ONE
WILLING ACCOMPLICE
Case History
Subject: Janet Malloy, age twenty-four; brunette, tall, voluptuous and very 'beautiful. Unmarried; good education; private secretary with large insurance firm.
"I was fourteen years old when my stepfather, John, started to have something personal to do with me. When I was seventeen my stepfather was arrested and sent to prison five years on a charge of statutory rape. I was his so-called victim. But I am truly sorry about John, my stepfather, being arrested, because he didn't deserve anything like that. Except for some of things he did to me sexually, he's a very nice, decent and respectable man. He hated doing those things to me, and afterward he always felt horribly remorseful. He often begged me to never let him touch me again, and he would tell me that if he ever did, I should immediately tell my mother everything. But I never did tell her, even when he did do things to me again. After all, Mother loved him; I loved him; so how could I hurt either of them by telling on him? How could I get along without the good times he showed me? And yet ... Mother did find out, caught us in the act, and now John's in jail and ruined for life.
"Like I said, it all began when I was fourteen. One night my mother had gone to a card party at the women's club, and John, my stepfather, came into my room to kiss me goodnight. He had made a regular routine of kissing me goodnight, so I thought nothing of it. Until this particular time, wherein, perhaps by clairvoyance or my womanly intuition, I could sense that he was under a terrific strain. He slipped one hand under the covers and began touching my breasts. Iwas startled, but laid quite still. I didn't know what to say or do, so I said nothing and did nothing. I just laid there, unmoving, and let him play with me.
"I presume my lack of resistance was a sign of my acceptance to him, because he suddenly moved his hand down, lifted up my nightie, and put his hand on my crotch. This move both scared and embarrased me, but I remained very quiet and still. I hated the feeling that traveled all over me ... a pleasant, tickly sensation, but it felt good and bad, the former overriding the latter, so I just laid quiet and waited for his next move.
"Which wasn't long ... for he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, asking me if I had ever masturbated myself. I found my voice and told him no, but still made no move to resist him. So he smiled and stuck his finger up my vagina and began to move it in and out of me ... in and out ... slow and easy ... then a little bit faster ... but gentle ... faster ... until it began to feel real good. He asked me, then, if I wanted him to stop, and I told him I didn't know, but that I guessed it was okay if he kept it up since it didn't hurt me and felt so good.
"That's when he suddenly stopped fingering me and started taking off all his clothes. I could hear him breathing very hard, and knew he was terribly excited. I asked him what he was going to do to me, and he told me to just relax and be real quiet, that he was going to do something to me that would make me feel wonderful all over. I was still a virgin at the time, but I wasn't dumb. I knew exactly what he meant, and the thought of it scared me half to death. I started crying.
"John paid no attention to my fearfullness, climbed into bed beside me, and drew me close in his arms. He talked very soothingly to me for a long time, then asked me if I loved him. I told him yes; I wasn't lying either-I did love him! He said if it was true, my loving him, that I shouldn't hold any fears and shouldn't mind being with him like that at all. He said it was perfectly natural for two people who loved each other to be doing such things together, in order to better prove their undying love for each other.
"I fell for his routine like a ton of lead. I calmed down and relaxed in his arms. He scooted down and gently pushed my legs apart. He began to lightly lick the lips of my vulva, then my clitoris, and then my vagina. It felt heavenly! I relaxed and put my hands on his head, closed my eyes and let him suck me off. It took about five minutes on his part, but I had a wonderful orgasm, the first I'd ever experienced.
"Afterward, he scooted back up beside me and guided my hand to his rock-hard cock and large, hairy balls. He said he wanted to put his cock into me, that he would be ever so careful not to hurt me. So I let him. But it hurt me so much I began to cry, and he had to stop.
"He turned on the bedside lamp, threw the covers off of us and told me to stroke his big cock. I knew what he meant, since I wasn't that innocent, and had jacked a couple of boys off in the balcony of the local movie house during hot scenes in films we'd seen. But compared to their medium-sized dongs, John's cock looked monstrous ... awful ... lumpy and full of veins ... that I hated to touch him. I did, though. I pumped his cock expertly with one hand while I played with his balls with the other. He let out a few heavy grunts, then a loud gasp as he went off, shooting his wad over my hand and arm and the bed sheets. It smelled horrible. John looked very sheepish and apologetic right away; he told me how sorry he was, to try and forget what had happened, that it would never ever-happen again. I thought at the time that he meant it, too, because he sounded so sincere.
"But about a month later, it happened again. Mother had gone to a bridge party at a friend's house. When John came into my bedroom that evening, when he returned from work, he had that funny 'come hither, baby' look in his eyes. So I came right out and told him I didn't want him messing with me any more, and that I wouldn't play with him again for anything, because it had made me feel cheap, sick to my stomach, the last time he'd gone off all over me.
"But he didn't seem to care what I said-hear what I said, even. He just stood there looking at me, with that odd look on his face, and that funny smile, and started to undress. I defied him by starting a ruckus, trying to get out of my room, crying, but to no avail. He blocked my every attempt to get past him, and laughed as he shoved me across the room and onto my bed. He told me in a gruff voice to shut my mouth, he wasn't smiling now, and slapped me, hard, for emphasis. I shut up. After all, nothing was so bad it required me getting my head knocked off for. I sat real still, watching him undress. He glared at me, then, and told me to undress. I did, and then we were both in my bed ... naked. He put his arms around me and started kissing my face, lips and throat while his hot hands ran all over my body and then started squeezing my titties and tweaking their hard nipples. Then his kisses moved lower on my body ... lower ... and his hands moved down to push my legs wide apart. I knew what he was going to do to me, but I didn't care now. Hell, he'd worked me up by this time until I wanted him to do things to me, as much as he wanted to.
"Then his head was between my thighs and I could feel his stiff tongue touching my clitoris, laving the lips of my vulva, and sliding in and out of my pussy. I got so hot I found myself gasping and grunting and pulling his head to me.
And then I came ... and came ... until I was nearly dry. He grunted and raised up. He went in the bathroom and washed all the sweat and stuff off his face, and returned with a jar of vaseline. He asked me if I was hot, and I admitted I was, even though I wasn't ready for another orgasm.
"He told me that the vaseline would help facilitate getting his big cock all the way inside me, and right then I was game for him to try. So I spread my thighs way apart for him and helped him guide his huge, throbbing cock in. It was smeared good with vaseline, but it still hurt some when it went in me. But I didn't seem to mind at all this time. I held on tight with hands and arms, locked my legs around his hips, and drove upward as he lunged forward ... until I felt myself so gorged inside with his big cock I thought I'd split open. He held still a minute and it felt wonderful. Then I started to moan and cry my appreciation as he huffed and grunted, until with a mighty rush of energy we climaxed together, and I pulled his mouth down and kissed him and sucked on his tongue.
"Afterwards, my stepfather looked real sheepish and apologetic again, and I felt more ashamed and miserable than at any time before in my whole life. He took me into the bathroom and showed me how to take a douche, and while he showed me there were tears in his eyes, and he was about halfway crying. He said he swore he would never again take my body as he had just taken it; that if he ever tried it again, if I loved my mother truly-to tell what he was doing to me.
"But he knew good and well I could never bring myself to tell Mom what he was doing to me, could never hurt her that much by telling her her husband was fucking her daughter. It was plain John don't want to do those sexy things to me, but that he just couldn't seem to help himself when this powerful urge hit him. It was something he couldn't control-I think they call it satyriasis, something like that-and so it continued, with him feeling ashamed and crying each time we finished.
"By now, every time I looked at him I felt like I hated him; yet, on the other hand, what he did was so nice I also loved him, too. In fact, I guess I'm still in love with him, despite all the trouble it's caused.
"Anyway, it, his having sex with me, kept happening from then on, until it got to be two and three times every week. Whenever Mom was out and wouldn't be back for a long time, was when he took me. But the inevitable finally happened. Just when John and I were having one helluva grand time in bed, and had just gone off together, Mom walked in on us. She'd forgotten something and had come home after it, had heard us in my bedroom ... caught us, red-handed. She called the police; they came and took my stepfather to the station. A few weeks later he was tried and found guilty of statutory rape. He was sentenced to five years in our state prison, where he is now."
COMMENT:
Janet Malloy, a very sensible and intelligent woman, seems fully aware of the social and moral taboos regarding incest. She is aware, also, that a kind of stigma has been cast over her because of her incestuous participation with her stepfather, no matter how unwilling at first that participation was, and the resultant publicity of the trial. She admits that she began masturbating regularly after her stepfather, John, began molesting her; she admits, also, that she usually had visions of him possessing her while she masturbated.
While a more sensitive or emotionally impressionable young girl might well have sustained permanent personality damage from such a prolonged and ambivalent liaison, it seems that Janet emerged from the crisis unscathed. It is of course possible that a complexity of emotional problems may manifest them selves later-perhaps after she is married. But the fact that she now seems to sympathize with her stepfather's plight, and does not appear to harbor any bitterness toward him whatsoever, or feel victimized or irreparably degraded, suggests, fortunately, that she has satisfactorily rationalized the unfortunate liaison into the Umbo of a somewhat unpleasant, and yet fairly pleasant memory of what happened.
CASE HISTORY
Subject: John Malloy, stepfather of Janet; inmate No. OH4326.
John Malloy, a tall, lean, handsome man in his early forties, appears anything but the type of man who would seduce his stepdaughter. However, the prison psychiatrist's report on Malloy's side of the story regarding his stepdaughter, Janet, paints a much different picture of the man with so innocent a facade.
"Janet reminded me of a pixie, in both face and figure. When I married her mother she was nine and spoiled rotten. She was such a spoiled brat, for a fact, I avoided her as much as I possibly could. Helen, my wife, resented this, my ignoring Janet, and she began a plan to encourage me to show Janet more affection than I had been doing, and to try and be more of a father to her.
"Janet started developing early. At thirteen her breasts were fairly large and her hips already had a deep, mature roundness. Boys were calling on her pretty regularly, and she started using cosmetics on her face and became very aware of her shapely figure. She also began to demand more attention from me, much more than I'd been giving her during the interval between the time she was nine and thirteen. She would hang around me after school and on weekends, confiding in me and depending on me more than she did her own mother.
"I began to respond, give her more of the affection she wanted. I bragged about her, complimented her for her good grades in school, for the way she dressed, wore her hair, on and on, and even went for long strolls with her, saying I needed the exercise, but all the time getting thrills just feeling her hold my arm and rub her tit against it every time she saw a good chance. Her obvious need for me was very flattering, to say the least, and I began to buy her little gifts of inconsequential value and thoroughly enjoyed talking to her and having her tease me and make a fuss over me.
"Helen seemed delighted that Janet and I got along so well, and remarked on numerous occassions about how it was difficult to tell that she-Janet-was not my real daughter instead of my stepdaughter. But she wouldn't have been so delighted, at the time, had she known how erotic her sexy little daughter made me feel.
"One night while Helen and I slept kind of spoon fashion, with her butt against my crotch, I had a nice wet dream about Janet. It was so realistic, in fact, I couldn't go back to sleep. I'd awakened just in time to turn over and shoot my wad in my handkerchief without waking Helen, so I laid there trying to sleep and dream about Janet again, but I couldn't. So I got up, smoked a couple of cigarettes in the dark living room, and then went to Janet's room. I eased down on the side of her bed and steathily ran my hands under the covers and felt her soft-haired womanhood. I immediately got another hard-on, and masturbated while I felt her silken warmth. Janet half woke up just as I shot my wad into my handkerchief again, and mumbled something like, 'That feels wonderful, Daddy. I love your hand to be there, like that...."
"I'm positive it was only some kind of affectionate reflex to feel almost constantly excited sexually when Janet was around me. I began, when Helen wasn't around, to playfully kid and tease Janet patting and pinching her butt and cracking off-color jokes. I started tucking her into bed every night, and giving her a hot goodnight kiss on the lips instead of on the cheek. And she seemed to like me kissing her like that, for she would throw her arms around me and pull her mouth harder to mine, and twice even touched my tongue with the tip of hers.
"As I tucked her into bed one night, as was my routine custom, I let my hand slip under the covers onto her breast, and began gently squeezing it and moving the hardening nipple. I was half afraid she would resist me, get mad and yell at me to stop, but I had to find out for sure. So I squeezed her breast and tweaked the hard nipple, and she laid there looking at me and never said a word. She remained perfectly still, too, except to twitch now and then as her passion became more aroused.
"I felt her other breast, then both of them and their hard tips. I heard her breathing getting harder and knew she was hot as a firecracker. I let my hand drift down to her crotch and pressed on her downy mound. She uttered a low moan, liking what I was doing to her. I let my finger run up and down the lips of her womanhood, then in and out of the entrance to her vagina. She moaned some more and squirmed and loved even more what I was doing to her.
"Then I asked her if she'd ever masturbated, only I used the term 'jack-off and she said no, she never had done that before. So I let my finger touch her clitoris and work further into her vagina, and in and out, and she got real wet down there almost immediately, which aroused me to a point of lust I'd never reached before, even with my wife or other women before her.
"Helen was out playing bridge or something and wouldn't be home until late, so I got undressed and into bed with Janet. Poor kid was scared as hell, at first, but I soon calmed her down by talking to her and caressing her with my hands, while I kissed her nice breasts and licked the hard nipples with my tongue.
"I got us both so hot we could hardly stand it, and made her open her legs real wide while I eased down and performed oral intercourse on her. Man, she really enjoyed that! She started throwing her ass about in time with my stabbing tongue, and her clitoris became as large and firm as a marble. I concentrated on it and soon brought her to one helluva good orgasm, my mouth almost filling up with the love juices she ejaculated. Just the taste of it drove me wild; I tried having sexual intercourse with her, but her cunt was too small and tensed-up. She cried out with pain, so I stopped and made her masturbate me.
"After she brought me to climax, and I went off over her hand and arm and the covers, I suddenly had this feeling of terrible remorse and guilt. I hated myself, everything I stood for. I promised Janet I would never again touch her sexually, and I meant it, but, a few days later, I was back after her again in both thoughts and dreams. Hell, I actually got stone-aches at work thinking about fucking her, or having her masturbate me or suck me off. I ... I couldn't help thinking about Janet, her mature young body, the nice time we'd had in bed the first time, until I'd tried to fuck her before she was ready, and I knew I had to make love to her again-had to possess that lovely body of hers!
"The next time Helen went to play bridge, and was gone for several hours leaving Janet and I alone, I made love to Jan' the same way that I did the first time, only this time I used vaseline and was able to not only get the head of my penis in her, but all of it. It felt wonderful and Jan' enjoyed it as much as I did. I could feel the hot, clenching walls of her vagina suck and milk my penis as I slid it in and out, could feel her wetness on my balls as they pressed against her when I lunged all the way inside her. Also, I smeared vaseline on my thumb and shoved it up her bum-hole, and she tightened down on it so hard when she came, it took several minutes for my circulation to return. We both climaxed together and I thought she'd go wild with joy. Her ass-end moved so fast it vibrated; her legs clenched me so hard I nearly lost my supper, but we made it on the scene together and finished off with a long, tongue-sucking French kiss.
"After it was all over, she suddenly started shaking all over and crying. I was so shaken and ashamed, I ... I felt like committing suicide. I promised myself, and Jan', it would never-ever-happen again, and if I so much as looked like it might happen, for her to run quick and tell her mother so she could get the law and have me put away. But I did get that look again, just a few days later, only Jan's didn't tell her mother, and we had sex relations again ... and again ... for several years. Janet hated it, and I did, too. But neither of us, it seemed, could help ourselves. We started making love and didn't stop until we were sexually spent. Then we cried and felt horrible, always promising each other we would never do it again, and never once keeping our promise.
"Finally Helen caught us together in Jan's bed, fucking up a storm. Helen was furious. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed up a butcher knife, and attacked me with it. Janet screamed and cried her lungs out. I slapped Helen silly, took the knife away from her and cursed her. She ran into the other room and called the police, and I was glad she did. I only wish now that Janet had told her about me long ago, and that she, Helen, had had me arrested and put away.
"It's plain hell, rotting away here in prison for doing what I did to Janet. Even the other inmates treat me with indifference, even loathing, for the fiendish acts I committed. Good cons-murderers, forgers, the like-hate a child molestor. And I was just that, a child molestor. At least to them I was, even though Janet was in her teens when I first touched her sexually. Thus I'm even shunned here, I have maybe enough friends I could count on the fingers of one hand.
"Ironically, however, I feel relieved. Here, I can't bother Janet, or another girl like her; she's safe from me, and I'm safe from her. The prison psychiatrist says I have a split-personality, but by the time I finish my time and get out I should be able to cope with my sexual urges much better. I don't really hate myself for what I did; I see other guys here who did things a lot worse to women, and they're much worse off than I. But they're not one bit sorry for what they did, while I am. Funny, huh?"
COMMENT:
John Malloy epitomizes the bewildered and desultory makeup of the schizophrenic, or a person with dual-personality. The person who while awake dreams excessively; the person who is in contact only with his own inner world, and who is incapable of perceiving the outer world in its objective-action context; a person who is by medical standards, insane, alienated.
Malloy's incestuous liaison with his stepdaughter, Janet, was against his better principles; yet, incapable of perceiving reality-and having erotic daydreams about his stepdaughter, and masturbating to sate his desire for her-he gravitated between two opposite poles of emotion. Thus in prison, safely locked away from his stepdaughter and his possessing her sexually, he gradually makes improvement towards the day he will be freed from prison and be a whole man again.
CHAPTER TWO
FORCED SEX
Case History
Subject: Martha Benson, 19, petite, blonde, attractive. Five feet, two inches tall; perfectly shaped body; high school graduate, employed as a filing clerk; engaged to be married soon. "When Mother divorced my real father, I was thirteen. I cried and cried; I missed and loved my real father so much. Mother finally placated me by remarrying. My stepfather's name was Jack Speight. He was tall, maybe six-three, had reddish-blond hair and clear blue eyes. He was very handsome, I thought, and had a real he-man figure ... a build like the muscle men ads advertise, like Charles Atlas and the likes.
"Mom was crazy in love with Jack and I liked him, too. He was very witty, had a good profession-an engineer-and made good money. He was like my real father in some ways, and in other ways much better. But he was a much more nervous man than my real father. He talked real fast most of the time and his hands would tremble a lot. He seemed even more nervous whenever Mother was gone and I was around him; he would laugh a lot then, sort of high-pitched, giggly, and funny.
"My grandmother died about six months after Jack and Mother were married. Mother flew out of San Francisco to her funeral. This happened over a three-day holiday weekend, so Jack was at home with me.
"Jack took me to a drive-in movie, one of my choice, which was a real sexy affair that required his presence before even I could get in. Through the entire movie Jack showed his nervousness by constantly fidgeting and shifting positions behind the wheel. He looked at me real funny several times, then muttered things half-aloud ... things maybe someone who's drunk or hopped-up mutters. Real weird. But he stayed put and never made a move to touch me. At least, not during the movie.
"It was after midnight when Jack and I got home. I went right to my bedroom and started putting my hair up in curlers, getting ready for bed. Then Jack tapped on my door and asked if he could come in and talk to me for a little while and, seeing no harm in it, I told him sure.
"He sat on the edge of the bed, behind me, while I fixed my hair at the dresser, and asked me all kinds of questions. Was I still a virgin; what did I think of sex; had I ever relieved myself by masturbating; all kinds of things like that. I told him yes, I had masturbated a few times-what the hell, I wanted to be honest with him-and suddenly he got more nervous and fidgety than ever. I started getting pretty suspicious then and started to turn and tell him I was sleepy and was going to bed, so he'd better do the same-and that's when I almost had a stroke. He'd taken his penis out. Now I beheld it, hard and long, as it wavered at me from the blood pounding in it. I recovered from my shock to get indignant and ask him what he thought Mother would think if she knew he'd done such a terrible thing, but he just laughed and said I wouldn't say anything to her, because if I did he would beat me to a pulp. I knew from the look on his face he would do it, so I didn't bug him. I foolishly asked him what he wanted to do to me. To which he replied: "I want to fuck you, baby. I want to fuck you so good you'll remember it always.' And then while I was recovering from shock of his being so bold, he added, 'You're big enough and old enough-woman enough-to let me teach you the art of fucking. I want to kiss you and play with you, and get between those nice firm thighs of yours and run my cock through, until it comes out your cute little ass."
"I've never been so terrified before in my life. What was worse, I could tell by his expression that he meant every word he said. His eyes were half closed and he was breathing so hard he was nearly panting. But I found my pride again and asked him to please leave. I told him if he didn't leave me alone, if he so much as touched me, I was going to phone Mother and tell her how he was acting, beating or not. And that made him mad ... madder than all Billy hell!
"He jumped up, grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. I had taken off my clothes and wore only panties underneath my robe. He tore my robe open, gripped my panties and ripped them off me with one vicious yank. I let out a startled scream and crossed my thighs as tightly as I could. But it was no use. He slapped my face so hard my ears rang, and he bore down with his knee on my thighs until I yelped with pain and opened them to him.
"A moment or so later I felt his big hard penis against my private, and then the head enter as he gripped my hips hard. I tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. Every move I made sent his penis inside me that much further, until he gave a final hard lunge, went all the way into me, and this tearing pain ripped all through my groin like fire. I began to cry and plead with him to stop, telling him he ... he was killing me!
"But he either didn't hear me or just plain ignored me, for he kept on with it, lunging and burrowing into me ... in and out ... faster and faster ... while I lay there crying for him to stop. Then I felt his mouth on my breast, his tongue and teeth at its nipple, and his penis swelling up hard and bigger inside me so that I thought I would split apart any second. Then he climaxed and I felt his penis jerk and pound and spurt its discharge of semen into me like an angry spurting flow of hot lava. I also felt him bite the nipple of my breast hard, and was sure he'd bitten it right off. I screamed with pain and humiliation, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and kept on lunging at me until his penis was soft and he was sated.
"After a few moments, I felt him grip the cheeks of my fanny and push them apart. About the same time I felt the head of his penis against my anus, and a moment later, when he was hard enough, he drove down and into me, holding me tight and huffing and grunting, and the pain was so intense that I ... I must have passed completely out. I don't know exactly how long I was unconscious, probably not long, but the next thing I remember was coming to and feeling his might inside me, like a fist and arm, ramming away, in and out, with all his strength. When he finally had his climax, he only paused for maybe a minute, maybe less, and without withdrawing his hard rod, started right in pounding at me again. He kept it up until he had another climax, and by then his come had loosened me up and the pain wasn't quite so bad.
"I felt numb and exhausted when he finally withdrew his penis and lay panting beside me. I had stopped crying, and just lay there, hoping desperately he would go away, wondering what he might do to me next if he didn't go away. Well, he didn't go away, and a few minutes later I found out why....
"He turned me over on my back again, I mean just flopped me over, like a sack of meal, then straddled my chest with his hard-again penis poking at my face. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. And maybe because I was in such a state of shock, or afraid of him, or both, I'm not sure, I started pleasing him. I opened my mouth wide and shot my tongue up at the huge, swollen head of his dong. Round and round my tongue went, just like I'd read how to perform oral intercourse in books some boys had let me read, the smooth side to soothe, the rough to excite. Down, down he settled, until my tongue could no longer dart since he'd jammed his thing into my mouth. He said something I couldn't understand, since his thighs were hugging either side of my head by now, but I soon found out what it was about-in a hurry. He let loose in my mouth, and bucked his hips at me until my nose was tickled by his hairs before I'd swallowed all he had left and his dong went soft again.
"The taste of his stuff kept gagging me, and nearly strangled me until I'd gulped it all down. Afterward, he left me, finally, and put on his clothes and went out of my room. Still ... he wasn't finished with me.
"A few minutes later, after I'd regained my wits, washed up, gargled and got back into bed, he returned with his camera-a Polaroid. It had a flash attachment. He told me he was going to take some sexy pictures of me. I refused and started to scream; he became furious and slapped me, almost tearing my head off ... until I hushed up and agreed to do whatever he wanted me to.
"He made me get out of bed. Then he made me kneel in front of him while he was standing in front of my dresser-mirror. He told me to put the head of his penis in my mouth again, and put my hands on his balls, and I did so. He aimed his camera at our images in the mirror and took a picture. Moments later he showed it to me. It was perfect, and it nearly made me sick. I'd hoped it wouldn't come out, but it had.
"He then sat on the edge of the bed and had me sit facing the mirror, with legs spread and his penis in my private. He told me to smile like I was enjoying it, and he snapped another picture. It, too, was good. He took eight more photos, and all of them turned out crystal clear in every lurid detail. He said we would start making love regularly after this, and that if I refused he would show the photos to my mother. He said I wouldn't mind making love, once I got used to it, that I'd like it when I wasn't resisting him.
"Finally he left, after making me masturbate him, and I left the windows of my room open the rest of the night to air out the smell of his sperm.
"From that time on, until last year, whenever he knew Mother would be gone for quite a while, he had sexual relations with me. But I never enjoyed any of them; I hated what he did to me, and him, with all my heart. I can say I did have a few climaxes of my own, but only when, for some strange reason, he performed oral intercourse on me. He made me take birth-control pills constantly, telling me they were vitamins. But I knew what they were and took them, fearing if I didn't he would impregnate me and ... well ... that would really fix things up.
"After about three years of hell, I met and became engaged to the young man I currently plan to marry. I confessed to him what my stepfather had made me do with him, and my fiance was so furious he had tears in his eyes. I made him promise never to tell anyone, but the very next day he told mother and ... the stuff hit the fan. Mother confronted Jack with the matter, and me, and we both admitted what Jack had forced me to do. Mother then had Jack arrested and immediately began divorce proceedings.
"It turned out that Jack wasn't sent to prison, but instead was placed in an institution for the criminally insane. Mother obtained her divorce from him, but seems very sad now. She really loved Jack, and what he did to me really hurt her. I only hope that what I've had to confess maybe helps another girl, like me, to overcome her 'stepfather problem."
COMMENT:
Martha Benson's ordeal might be defined as a typical case involving stepfather-stepdaughter incestual relations. In a predominant number of case histories we find satyriasis, such as Jack Speight's affliction that goads a stepfather into perpetrating his henious acts. To quote Dr. G.B. Blaine, eminent psychologist-sexologist: "A man afflicted with satryiasis is often highly sensitive and intelligent. His glandular functions are inordinately strong and vigorous; his imagination is usually superior; his conscience, his ability to feel guilt and remorse, is likely to be as keenly developed as any normal male could be; indeed, to the degree he feels "compelled" to willfully overthrow his normal conscience restraints and directives, his condition is generally a form of paranoia, or insanity."
Psychoanalysis can help remedy the affliction of satyriasis, or disease, since an actual disease it is. The condition of satyriasis in men is analogous to nymphomania. It is a central disturbance, either of an acute character or chronic. In the acute stages it may lead to hallucinations or erotic content, and where compensation (climax) of the sexual affect is rendered impossible, to furious mania or acute delirium.
The individual afflicted with satyriasis is forever exposed to the peril of committing rape, thus becoming a common danger to all persons of the opposite sex. Male nymphomania is often present where a man becomes so libido driven that he commits blood-tie incest; it is thus understandable then that he would feel provoked to perform sexually with his stepdaughter.
Jack Speight's poignant account of his incestual affair with his stepdaughter, Martha, follows; and it will be clearly understood the provocative insight into the workings of the sexually tormented man's mind.
CASE HISTORY
Subject: Jack Speight, forty-one, stepfather of Martha Benson (not adopted)
"I married Marion (Martha's mother) because I thought there might be a chance that marital sex, regularly and faithfully practiced, would help ease my sexual tension. That was not the only reason I married Marion, naturally, but it was one of the main ones.
"Marion is a lovely, sensitive, very intelligent woman. I found her a most suitable bedtime companion in every way, as well as a perfect wife. I loved her as much as any man like myself would be capable of loving one woman. However, even before we got married, I had fears there might be future trouble between our voluptuous young daughter, Martha, and myself. I had to take that risk in order to have Marion. I had to do something to quiet down the sexual storm raging in me for five years.
"My present highly-sexed condition began during my thirtieth year. Until then I had merely derived a lot of healthy enjoyment from sex. But slowly, and for no apparent reason, I began to feel very nervous and anxious, and the only way I was able to (temporarily) relieve these feelings of acute anxiety was to find a sexual partner and/or relieve myself by masturbating.
"Within a year or so, I found myself in such an erotic state that my phallus was constantly either half erect or rigidly tumescent. The mere sight or thought of a sexually attractive female would evoke sensations in my testicles and phallus that are at the best described as pre-ejaculatory-that is to say, I continually felt right on the verge of experiencing an ejaculation. My testes were drawn up into a constricted knot; the head of my penis was so sensitive I could blow my breath on it and almost instantly have an orgasm.
"I tried everything to relieve myself of these super-sensitive feelings-drinking excessively, exercising to the brink of exhaustion, even a vegetarian diet. But nothing worked. Instead, I seemed to slowly but surely be growing worse. My mind was constantly on one thing, sex; I had visions of genitals, breasts, hairy vaginas running through my mind during every waking hour, and while asleep, my dreams were even much more suggestive and lascivious.
"My normally productive and creative instincts dwindled pitifully. I quit reading and experimenting along the lines of my profession; all my ideas and energies had become thoroughly sex-oriented. Vulgar metaphors repeated themselves endlessly in my brain: cunt, twat, pussy, snatch, fuck, suck, on and on, ad infinitum. Consequently, I began to have a low personal regard for myself; I seemed to have lost all sense of decency and esteem. I avoided my friends, especially my male friends, for I had the sudden feeling that they could easily spot me as some kind of sex-nut.
"In short, to be very crude but explicit and truthful, I dwelt in the Land of Fuck, and it was inhabited by purple visaged peoples whose drooling lips taunted me by turning into salivating pussies, twats and cunts. Thus my one ambition, my one seemingly lucid wish, was that I might copulate with every attractive girl and woman on the face of this planet.
"Girls seldom ever dated me twice, because I was much too much for any of them, even those who considered themselves extremely passionate, yet not nymphomaniacs. So more and more I had to result to masturbation, and after ejaculating numberless times, my phallus still remained erect and hard.
"And so I married Marion Benson. She became Mrs. Jack Speight, wife of an oversexed engineer, her innocent daughter, Martha, his future sexual victim.
"How can I best describe the effects Martha had on me? She was thirteen, her face was pretty, and even that young, she had a figure that was straight out of Playboy magazine! She was obviously drawn to me, and I'd hate to try and count the number of times I fought down the urges to possess her exquisite body.
"Marion, of course, was a very passionate woman herself, and I thus availed myself of her willing nature at least twice a night for the first three months of our marriage. Marion seemed to revel in it. She was two years older than I, and the sexual attentions I lavished upon her were most beneficial to her ego, her self-esteem, her every happiness. But toward the middle of our fourth month of marriage, however, I could tell she was becoming somewhat concerned, if not alarmed, about my excessive readiness to make love; and it was then, probably out of wifely desperation, she began substituting oral intercourse for regular coitus.
"I loved Marion for fellating me, and, in turn, she loved me for performing cunnilingus on her. But thoughts of Martha, my tempting and vivacious new stepdaughter, soon filled my harassed brain to the exclusion of all else-I yearned to lay between her firm, warm thighs like an exhausted man in the desert craves a drink of water. I became tormented by sexual fantasies concerning her. I began masturbating excessively, conjuring up visions of her willingly responding to me, building up endless edifices wherein she begged me to fornicate her or let her perform oral intercourse on me.
"Finally, when the time was precisely ripe, I raped and blackmailed her with pornographic photos, taken with my camera, to prevent her from telling her mother, and also to insure her use as a convenient sex receptacle for my unsatiated future needs. It was all too clear that Martha felt I'd raped her, that she loathed the various deviations of sex techniques I both forced and taught her to do. After several months, though, I found her able to respond to my needs, though unwillingly, I performed cunnilingus on her and let her enjoy the bliss of orgasms, too. But whenever this happened she was mortified instead of ecstatic, and loathed me all the more. I could tell her sexual motions were forced, feigned with artificial climaxes to make me ejaculate quicker.
"Then, astonishingly, she told me she was deeply in love with a college boy and that they were engaged, and she begged me with tears in her eyes to stop molesting her.
"I thought a great deal of Martha; I respected her; I suppose in a way I even loved her. So once again I made a genuine effort to leave her alone. To no avail. I had to possess her tender young body again, and did. To my regret, this proved my undoing. Perhaps during a tender, intimate moment with her fiance she suddenly blurted out the truth about what was happening between us, she and me, and the outraged finance ran to Marion, who ran to the police ... and that was that.
"Fortunately, Marion and Martha did not press charges against me. Marion loved me enough, ironically, to want to see me cured of my affliction, and thus suggested psychiatric care. So for nine months now I've been undergoing psychoanalysis. And it has helped, oddly enough, to an enormous degree. I still have occassional rough times of it, and masturbate to obtain relief, but the improvement from what my psychiatric treatments are doing for me is the biggest help of all. Maybe one day I can be a cured man, and one with self-esteem and respect again."
COMMENT:
To understand the irresistible cryptic compulsion with which the victim of satyriasis is plagued, is to feel sympathetic toward him. Jack Speight is, despite his neurotic affliction, a likeable man whose problem shows clearly. His analyst says that he believes Speight's condition began as a biochemical defect, or imbalance, and that he is being treated with tranquilizers and hormones along with intensive psychotherapy.
At the present, little is known about the cause of Speight's chemical imbalance; consequently, it is difficult to prescribe, either psychologically or medically. Even Speight himself states that during his childhood he had an extreme inferiority complex, but that he later partially overcame it in high school sports activities (namely football).
Inferiority feelings, once cultivated, become sustained and are subsequently seldom completely overcome; they often appear to be overcome, only to manifest themselves again, often years later, during periods of emotional or physical stress. Thus it is possible and probably, Speight's analyst so states, that a reoccurrence of his inferior feelings was induced by his biochemical defect, thus letting the affliction of satyriasis set in as both defensive mechanism as well as compensating factor; or, Speight subconsciously feared the reoccurrence of his inferiority complex, and supressed this deficit by becoming a "superman stud" with the ladies, and/or a satyrist.
CHAPTER THREE
NYMPHOMANIAC
Case History
Subject: Alice Dunhill, twenty-six, redhead, very beautiful. Endowed with perfect figure. High school graduate, single, employed as a salesgirl (where she can meet a variety of men).
"I was nearly sixteen, late according to today's standards for teenage girls, when I started to menstruate. And shortly after my first period, I acquired this sensation deep in my genitals-like an itching that demanded to be satisfied. My mother noticed my obvious discomfort and took me to see the doctor, thinking perhaps that I had a case of crabs or some other similar infestation from toilet seats in our school's restroom.
"The doctor gave me a thorough examination, naturally probing about in my genitals, and when he gently parted my labia to better examine me, I experienced a very strange and embarrassing sensation: my first full orgasm. It was faint, but wonderfully pleasant, and I could hardly wait to get home and caress myself there again, to another orgasm, in the privacy of my own room.
"Thus it was that I began caressing my privates and experiencing orgasms-or discovered the wonderful realm of masturbating. And the habit soon became as necessary to me as my shoes and hose, or my clothing.
"I met and became fast friends with Thelma, a girl my age at school, who apparently possessed latent lesbian tendencies. She soon persuaded me, with little effort, to masturbate her while she did likewise to me, and for the better part of the next two years we reveled in our private get-togethers and fingering sessions. And finally the inevitable happened, beginning with Thelma, who went down on me.
"We undressed each other completely on this particular secret meeting, and Thelma began making love to me, like a boy would do, kissing my face and throat and feeling me up with her hot little hands. But then her lips moved down to my breasts, kissing them and their hard nipples, and immediately there was a new purpose behind her madness.
"After alternating kisses on each nipple, which nearly drove me wild with passion, Thelma moved her kisses down on my stomach, laving the indent of my navel with the tip of her tongue, and on down ... down ... to the curly blonde hair of my crotch. Then her mouth moved instinctively to my vagina and started to lick and suck, and really sent me into orbit.
"Thelma sucked and licked me quite a while, faster and faster, until I could stand it no longer and yanked her face hard to me as I let loose the terrific load I had stored within me. I thought I drowned her, but Thelma was too accomplished to let that happen and kept on, long after I had finished coming, until I was thoroughly satisfied and weak from the exertion.
"Then, it was my turn to suck Thelma off. I did, and found that, with her minute instructions now and then, it was most pleasant-even to her climactic response. Thereafter, Thelma and I stripped naked and loved each other up, but forwent the fingering routine for the more exciting sucking and licking each other genitals.
"Now, I look back on this period with Thelma as my 'two-year itch' and realize that it doubtlessly set the stage for my precocious and late teen heterosexual practices. I use the word 'precocious' advisedly; I am at present morally convinced that even heterosexual indulgence is dangerous before complete maturity has been achieved.
"After my first sexual intercourse with a boy, I promptly terminated my affair with Thelma for the thrills I experienced having had a boy's penis inside of me. I felt I had graduated in sexual knowledge, like a virgin feels when becoming a non-virgin. The boy was older than me, my first conquest, and widely experienced. But before he had left me, he was sexually exhausted and I was smarter in that I had obtained all the extra sex knowledge he had in his bag of tricks that I didn't have. But though I was sexually smarter now, I fell in love; not with the boy, but with the sensation his penis had caused way deep inside of me-the feeling I might have had a fuller orgasm had I been more patient with him, not brought him to climax so fast. I became penis happy, the bigger the better, and the better the man held out, the better I loved him for it.
"Penises, large and small, straight and crooked, soft and hard, circumcised and uncircumcised, floated through my vivid imagination like torpedo-shaped satellites floating through the mindless void of space. My mouth actually watered, and my genitals twitched and itched, whenever I saw a man with a bulge in his fly; I could just visualize that long, hard rod of hot flesh that caused the bulge, and I imagined how wonderful it would feel buried deep inside my hot, clenching body.
"In no time at all, I had a long list of boys; boys who were willing and able to provide me with the satisfaction my insatiable appetite craved. I thus used and abused them-the boys-without conscience; the itch my vagina had developed needed perpetual scratching and salving, and the only implement that gave me even short surcease was a nice hard penis.
"I still continued to masturbate (by then I was using a phallus-shaped vibrator), but only when dire need, or a sudden lack of available and willing males made it necessary. I had also become a compulsive 'header'-one who obtains great satisfaction and extra psychological enjoyment in performing fellatio. In the brutally frank vernacular I used during that time, I thought of myself, and was referred to by a flock of boys, as a full-fl-edged cock-sucker. I wasn't particularly enamoured of the monicker bestowed upon me, but I had to confess in all honesty that the name fit me perfectly. The fetid stench of spurting sperm could bring me to as convulsive an orgasm (at least in my mind's eye an orgasm) as genital intercourse.
"And then, when I was nearly eighteen, and had just graduated from high school, Mother and Dad had one helluva brawl, which ended in divorce. And suddenly I realized just how much I missed my father, just how much I had neglected him all during my time of growing up in the educational and sexual worlds of knowledge. I had never once made a pass at my father, but I suddenly realized I could have easily had him for a lover as not. I even found myself hating my mother for ridding herself, and me, of him-and decided there and then on a plan of revenge.
"I complained constantly about not having a father, when all the other girls my age and older had them, and why didn't she, my mother, do something about it, like marrying again? So Mother finally did remarry the handsome brute of a man named Hank Jackson. Thus we became the Jacksons instead of the Dunhills, and since the name even sounded better, I liked the arrangement just fine.
"Hank was good-looking, a sharp dresser, witty ... and I could tell by that something deep in his expression that he wanted me sexually. And exactly one week after he married my mother, when she was participating in a fund drive for a women's club, late one night, I saw to it that Hank got his wish.
"Mother left early that evening for the women's club, and Hank was in the den watching TV. I put on my pumps, nylons and garter-belt-but nothing else-and boldly walked in and plopped down beside him on the divan. His mouth flew open in genuine, and shocked, surprise, and for a moment he could just look at me and blink stupidly, as though he couldn't believe what was happening was. So I helped him. Smiling, I boldly reached for his fly and hauled down on the zipper. I took out his hardening penis, one of the nicest I'd ever seen. He tried to say something, but couldn't. I didn't say anything, either.
"I started gently to pump his penis until it grew and grew, until it was rock-hard and straight, and all of ten inches long. I smiled and so did he. Then I bent my head down and started kissing the head of his big penis, and laving it with my tongue. It began to throb like mad and the veins in it stood out like thick pencil-leads. I opened my mouth and took in his penis, all the way to his scrotum, then up and down, sucking hard, playing with his balls, until, within thirty seconds, I was gagging on hot sperm as rich and thick as whipped cream.
"When I suck even the most virile man, his penis usually gets limp as a dishrag after he climaxes. But not Hank's; it looked even longer and harder than ever, after he'd come; it looked as swollen and tumid as a toad. So I got up and straddled his lap, facing him, and eased down, guiding with my hand, until he was all the way in me to his balls. He gasped and groaned with pleasure; then, without moving his body or hips the slightest bit, he somehow caused his dong to twitch and jump and squirm around in me. For a second or two I was astonished; it felt like a snake had crawled into me and was writhing around in there. Then I relaxed and settled down and closed my eyes and gave myself up to the most thrilling and voluptuous sensations I had ever felt. Hank began talking to me then, while he began to make that trained penis of his do things inside me as he told me he was over-sexed. He termed it 'pathologically oversexed,' or satyriac, as a doctor had told him; but I told him not to fret, that I was pretty sure I was a nymphomaniac, although the doctor hadn't officially said so yet.
"Then he went off in me and his sperm hit the walls of my womb so hard that I actually flinched in pained surprise, but instantly I retaliated with vaginal spasms, and I'm certain if anyone had heard the sounds Hank and I made they would have mistaken it for hogs being slaughtered.
"That was the first sexual get-together between Hank, my stepfather, and me, but for the next four years, until Mother had Hank committed (she gradually became suspicious of our relationship, and finally came in and caught us in the act), we used and abused each other with an abandon and zeal that only those who are similarly afflicted could begin to comprehend, much less understand. One time, when Mother was visiting with an aunt in another city, Hank stayed off work all week; and for a full six days we got out of bed only to go to the bathroom, shower and eat a little. My genitals became so sore and inflamed from overusage I could barely stand it whenever I had to urinate, and Hank's penis looked like a chunk of raw meat, and he also experienced pain when urinating.
"Near the end of the fourth year of our frenzied incestuous affair, Hank's health began to break down; they found spots on his lungs, and his balls had developed varicose veins (presumably from so many ejaculations encountered from both Mother and I), which slowed him down a lot, but did not end anything so long as I could help it. My hand was in his fly more than it was out, and, when Mother finally caught us, I think he was actually glad and happy to be committed and away from me.
"Hank has been treated for his satyriasis in the mental institution to which he was committed, and I have been taking psychotherapy treatments to try and calm my nymphomania-like sex urges. They say Hank is getting better, but I'm not so sure about myself. I still get real charged-up when I see the bulge in a man's fly, and I still masturbate to relieve myself when in absolute privacy. Mother is patient and understanding but intends to never marry again, despite the fact I keep bugging her to, anyway. But she knows why ... and she knows that I know she knows why, too."
CHAPTER FOUR
IN LOVE WITH DADDY
Case History
Subject: Darlene McBain, thirty-four, apparently mature, lovely woman. Tall, slim, graceful-neither her face nor figure evoke the familiar description of 'old maid type.' But by disposition, temperment and inclination, she falls exactly into that category. She is single; has never been married. Her reason: "I am hopelessly and devotedly in love with Daddy. " Her "Daddy " is her stepfather, Frank McBain.
Darlene is obviously above average in intelligence. Her choice of words, her easy conversational flow, her quick accurate answers-all point to an above average intellect. Her voice is a rich, resonant contralto; she sits straight, walks well, dresses conservatively but well. She wears thick-lensed glasses, but with aplomb; outwardly, she seems in every way to be extraordinarily poised and well-polished. However, her personality is something else. Her self-assurance is merely a surface syndrome-Darlene's clear-cut love for her stepfather is a conclusive symptom of her true psychosis-a paranoic.
Shortly before Darlene's mother married Frank McBain (who later adopted Darlene), Darlene was rejected by her fiance, a young man she still claims she loved very deeply. Being extremely sensitive, she compensated with the regressive act of falling in love with her stepfather.
Frank McBain, aware of the growing affection of his new and mature stepdaughter, tried to reject her love for a considerable length of time, thus causing Darlene to employ drastic and compulsive sexual tactics to gain her incestuous objective. And once she had gained it, she made no attempt to hide her triumph from her mother or anyone else; her neurotic fear of another rejection caused her to become fixated. Deeply hurt from being rejected previously by her fiance, she retaliated and scandalized one whose love value was as high as the one she had lost-her mother. The paranoic is tortured constantly by feelings of extreme guilt; Darlene actualized her guilt through the sado-masochistic means of destroying both her own and her mother's social identity. Thus Darlene's very lucid (and transparent) account of what happened follows.
"I felt utterly forlorn and forsaken when my fiance, Tom Whitely, told me that he would not marry me. We had been dating for over a year, and had been engaged, ring and all, for nearly six months, when he suddenly decided we were not the least bit compatible.
"Tom claimed that I was stubborn and selfish, as well as spoiled, and that marriage with me would be strictly a one-sided proposition. I am, however, afraid that poor Tom's marital opinions were very unrealistic.
"He came from a very poor family and his environment was certainly not conducive to either spiritual or mental growth. He was forever telling me that I read too much, and that I should get out and do things instead of only reading about them. But it was he who was the idealist; his maudlin and old-fashioned ideas about marriage were more than sufficient proof of that.
"My real father died when I was a little girl of nine. My mother was still quite young and beautiful, so after a decent interval of time after my father's death, she began to date other men. Then, shortly after Tom broke off our engagement, Mom called me from Las Vegas and told me she had a big surprise for me, adding, at length, after much immature giggling, that I now had a handsome new stepfather.
"I was surprised, all right; I was also aghast, alarmed and horribly disappointed. I simply could not imagine my mother being married again, having to sleep with a strange man, adjust completely to the whims and prejudices of a new husband. However, I congratulated her, acted happy for her, and said how eager I was to meet her new husband, Frank McBain.
"I'll never-ever-forget the first time I met Frank. It was early one evening; I had been watching TV and was half asleep when Mom and Frank, her new husband, walked in. Mom introduced him to me, saying his name clearly-Frank McBain. He shook my hand and I blunderingly mumbled: 'Glad to meet you, Tom.' My mother instantly corrected me, but even so I again said 'Tom.' They both laughed at me and I felt embarrassed and-horrible.
"Frank not only looked like Tom, he talked and acted like him in every way as well. Everything about him reminded me of the man I had loved, the man who had played God and judge and rejected me. Frank, of course, was considerably older than Tom, but that only added to his manly attractiveness.
"I had never before given much thought to the old adage of falling in love at first sight, but suddenly, exhilaratingly, I knew that I was deeply in love with my new stepfather and had to take him away from my mother.
"I felt badly about how I felt, for Mom's sake, but there was absolutely nothing I could do in order to remedy the predicament. Frank, despite my maturity, adopted me as his daughter. Yes, he was my stepfather, legal and all; and I fully realized the implications. I was well aware that my decision to have him, once fulfilled, would technically be termed as incest. But I didn't care. After all, what were mere technical terms, mere words, these days when love was at stake? Frank was a man; I was going to be his woman. I was powerfully attracted to him, and now I had to make him feel the same way about me. Why should a legal act of marriage between he and Mom make my love for him either illegal or immoral?
"So I began my campaign to win Frank's love (as gently as possible) and take him away from my mother. But I soon found that the task wasn't going to be an easy one.
"Frank seemed entirely devoted to Mom. He treated me patronizingly enough and all, but laughed at my various attempts to break down his resistance. And after this cat-and-mouse game continued for several months, I realized I would have to resort to more pointed, more unscrupulous methods to win him over ... methods even I didn't really approve of, but which, because of Frank's stubborn faithfulness to Mom, appeared mandatory if I was to accomplish my purpose and have him for myself. So I started to work on him.
"I would rub up against or touch him whenever the opportunity presented itself; flirt with him openly, assume unlady-like postures when seated across the room from him ... even to the extent of wearing no panties so that my genitals were exposed to his lusty gaze on many an occassion. Gradually, ever so slowly, I could see his resistance weakening; several times I noted, with glee, that I had aroused him to the point of causing him to have an erection.
"Finally, one Sunday afternoon, when Mom was attending some church function that was for women only, I made a decisive move-one that earned me the physical, and soon afterward the mental and spiritual, love of my stepfather.
"Knowing that Frank was reading the Sunday paper in our living-room, I walked in dressed only in my transparent robe, a blue one. I pretended I didn't see him. He was sitting in an overstuffed chair, so I plopped myself down on the divan, in plain view of him, but a bit to one side and, still feigning unawareness of his presence, I slowly opened my robe and began to tenderly caress my genitals, opening my labia and stroking my clitoris with the tip of my forefinger while I eased the same finger on my other hand in and out of my vagina. I deliberately began to gasp and groan my pleasure, and to distort my features to display carnal lust and autoerotic pleasure.
"Suddenly Frank cleared his throat very gruffly, and I, pretending alarm and embarrassment, leaped to my feet. He smiled, a very strained smile, and asked me what I thought I was doing. Looking humiliated and ashamed, I told him that because he was constantly on my mind, and since my thoughts of him had been torturing me sexually, I was doing the only thing I could do under the circumstances-I was relieving myself.
"With that, Frank approached me slowly. His expression was resigned and grim, and I saw that as he came near he had a gigantic erection-one that made his pants stick out in front like a flag-pole. He told me that what I'd been d oing-masturbating-wasn't necessary ... that he would be more than happy to 'oblige' me. I immediately told him that I loved him, and that I wanted him to oblige me more than anything else in the world. And that seemed to excite him more than ever, because his pants bulged out even more and his breathing got real heavy.
"I told, implored, him to hurry up and take out his big hard penis, but he said no, if I wanted to see it that bad I could take it out. So I did exactly that. I reached out and opened his fly, gently inserted my hand and withdrew it with his magnificent hard penis. And when I say it was magnificent-I mean it. It was almost an inch and a half around and about ten inches long, sort of curved and corrugated as tree bark. Again, with his hard throbbing penis, it was love at first sight. I fell on my knees in front of him, worshiping his huge member in silent awe.
"Then, I leaned forward and planted juicy kisses on the plum-like head. Frank sucked in his breath and released it jerkily. "Suck me, honey-suck me off good!" he whispered hoarsely. And I did exactly that. I wallowed his hugeness around in my mouth with tender pressures, savoring the salty flesh and taste of his juices like a gourmet, gently fondling the hairy spheres that dangled below, moaning deeply in my throat while I stroked my own genitals with my free hand.-
"Suddenly his penis swelled even bigger in my mouth, and I knew he was about to ejaculate. So I instantly took in all of him I could, to the point of gagging, and sucked hard, back and forth, until he went off deep in my throat, nearly strangling me. I tasted his thick, rich jets of hot sperm as it spurted into my throat.
"After he had finished coming, he drew me up, held me tightly in his arms and kissed me. And love surged all through me. I knew then and there that I loved Frank more than life itself. He led me to the big overstuffed chair, told me to open my robe and sit down, and haul up my legs. I complied, and he eased down to his knees in front of me. He stared at and fingered my genitals, then smiled and asked me if I'd like him to eat me first, or did I want to be fucked first? I told him I would like it if he'd eat me first, and then fuck me good afterwards.
"He ate me, his tongue doing things to me that had never been done before, and I nearly swooned it was so utterly, fantastically marvelous! I had an orgasm almost immediately, and while I was having it, I threw my thighs up over his shoulders and crushed his head tightly and lovingly in between them.
"Then, we had sexual intercourse, and again, it was marvelous! While he had his penis buried fully inside me, and was pumping away, Frank confessed that he had been wanting to make love to me like this for a long time. I asked him why hadn't he let his resistance melt prior to now, when he knew all along what I had in mind, and he said he was afraid of the complications between Mom and me and himself if he allowed himself to 'let-go' with me. Until a while ago, that is, and he could stand it no longer ... he had to have me as much as I had to have him.
"When he began to ejaculate, he tried to withdraw from me-but I wouldn't let him, and held on for dear life. I embraced his hunching back with my thighs and had my orgasm while he was having his. And that, too, was ineffably marvelous. My labia throbbed against his plunging penis, like moths' wings against a light bulb. I felt as if I were being tickled by a multitide of feathery fingers all through my groin, buttocks and anus.
"That was the first real encounter with sex Frank and I had, and since then we've had over a thousand encounters similar to the first. Mom knows about us, of course. It hurt and shocked her terribly when she found out about us-she caught us in bed performing mutual oral intercourse-and I felt terrible having to hurt her, too. But it had to be like that, and that's all. Frank still has sex with Mom, but he says he enjoys it more with me. As for jealousy-how could a girl be jealous of her own mother?
"Frank and I have now reached the point where we are openly affectionate with each other, no matter who is around or where we might be, if the time and place is right. And lots of times, while Mom and Frank and I are sitting around talking, I'll have my hand in his fly. Mom has learned to accept things like they are quite nobly by now, and Frank treats her with nothing but kindness and respect. Not once does he ever touch me in her presence."
COMMENT:
The psychopath exhibits a severly attenuated conscience, or none at all. Thus Darlene's conscious is negligible; she claims to feel guilt and shame, etc., and perhaps unconsciously she does, but her actions prove otherwise; they clearly illustrate her acute paranoic aberration. Emotionally, she is perhaps a child of only twelve. Her frontal thought lobes are highly developed, but the nether portions of her cortex are fixed so that she reacts like an adolescent emotionally.
It is doubtful whether Darlene is highly-sexed, as was Alice Dunhill in the preceding chapter. Sexuality is probably a means for elaborating and actualizing her neurotic guilt. Her attitude towards her mother is definitely sado-masochistic; her stepfather being a mere pawn, allowing her to implement her sadistic motivations by open displays of intimate sex.
CHAPTER FIVE
THREE OF A KIND
Case History
Subject: Myra Walls, twenty-two, with all the good looks and figure of the typical ail-American young woman. College dropout (senior year).
"I remember so very, very clearly how I was both shocked and hurt when Mother told me she was going to marry Ed Storey. I had known 'chrome-dome' Ed Storey for several months; Mother had been dating him quite steadily. Ed seemed nice enough; he was an attractive if not handsome man, had a well-paying job, and was well-mannered. But I guess that it was because Mother was nearly forty-too old, in my way of thinking to be tying herself down again with another demanding husband.
"My real father had died of a stroke when I was twelve; I was nineteen when she announced her intentions to marry Ed. Ed was in his mid-forties, in fact forty-five and just about right for Mother, age-wise. But my objections, which I kept to myself, were entirely based on the doubts that neither Ed nor Mother could find happiness at that age. Not that they were too old, but I knew that Mother was rigidly set in her ways and routines, and I naturally assumed Ed was, too.
"Mother and I were comfortable and happy living alone. I had long since made up my mind that marriage was not for me. I knew that I doubtlessly would enjoy the sexual side of marriage. But the sameness, the fights, the deadly boredom, the compromise-I could take none of these for very long, if at all. So I definitely resigned myself to being an old maid, except for certain reservations ... these being satisfied sexually by a man of my choosing, every now and then.
"I had masturbated regularly since puberty, and I had quite a collection of dildos which I used for that specific purpose. My personal reasons for never wanting to marry were, and still are, numerous and varied. But if you seek one good reason, it was that I was made pregnant during my last year of college, and the boy, who promised he would marry me, suddenly disappeared.
"I had a painful and expensive abortion as a result of this, and ever since, marriage has seemed both painful and expensive to me. Of course I have other reasons for staying single, too, but these are rather a discredit to me, so I shall refrain from enlarging upon them.
"Thus Mother and Ed Storey got married, and for the first time in over eleven years there was a man living in the same house with us ... my new stepfather.
"Time passed. A week, a month, several months. And with the passage of time, my fears disappeared. I had been wrong about Mother and Ed; they got along famously as man and wife. We played cards together during the evenings; went out to movies together; worked in the yard together; had all our meals together; in fact, did practically everything except sleep together.
"Mother seemed bouyantly happy, more ebullient than I'd ever seen her before. And with her being happy, so was I. I was beginning to build sexy images of Ed in my mind when I masturbated, and also in my dreams. I did this because it seemed to bring me to a faster and more climactic orgasm. This didn't bother my conscience, either, for by then Ed was treating me almost like a wife anyway ... in a way that even brought Mother's approval.
"Lots of times the three of us, Mother, Ed and I, would go to a drive-in movie and sit in the rear of his car, where there was more room. And Ed, more often than not, might be seated between Mother and I, with his arms around our necks. Mother might then open Ed's fly and put her hand inside, while I sat there pretending not to notice. Then Ed would lower his arms until they were around our hips, so that his hot hands were on our thighs. This would make me passionate as all hell. In no time, my love juices would be flowing and staining the covering of the seat. Then I would hike up my skirt, as would Mother, and Ed would finger our hot genitals and masturbate the both of us.
"The sex bit happened so darned slowly, so gradually, between the three of us that it was there before any of us really were aware of it. Or, do you get what I mean? There were no bad times, no great shock, no rough spots; just a smooth transition from friendliness to familiarity, to heavy petting, to actual sex ... to unnatural sex, Just Mother, Ed and I, playing family games whose rules cannot be found in any book at all. And the ironically curious thing is that we three showed mutual respect towards each other during the entire time. This helped prevent us from viewing our actions in any deplorable light.
"A typical sex situation would be like this: the three of us would finish our supper and retire to the living room, perhaps to listen to the stereo or watch TV. We wear only our robes, which we thoughtfully put on after baths just before supper. Mother and Ed sit together on the sofa; I sit across from them in an easy-chair. The lights are dimmed; only the TV lamp is on, to cut the screen's glare. When the time is right, when it is just sensual enough, whether by soft stereo music or a hot TV show, I let my robe fall open enough to expose my hip and thigh. When Ed sees this, the material of his robe begins to bulge and form into a tent-like erection in his lap. Aware of his magnificent hard-on, I remove one of my favorite dildos from the pocket of my robe and, with a mischievous smile, toss it over to him. He in turn sniffs at it, his expression one of dreamy-eyes and appreciation, and Mother laughs and shakes her pretty head in mock reproof. Then Ed sticks the end of the dildo in his mouth, wetting it thoroughly, chewing on it hungrily, before tossing it back to me.
"I catch the dildo, open my robe, spread my legs and plunge the dildo into my vagina, sighing tremulously as the tip of its ten-inch length presses against my womb. Then out comes Ed's gigantic penis, slightly arched and quivering like a bow. Mother then makes a strange sound, eases down between Ed's legs, grasps his penis firmly and begins to suck him off. I watch, fascinated, at the changes in Ed's expression as Mother works on him with mouth and hands, all the while I rapturously work the dildo in and out of my vagina. However, none of us achieve climax. Before we do, I exchange places with Mother and continue fellating Ed, while he, in turn, performs cunnilingus on her, while she, in turn, masturbates me. We all achieve climaxes, and then rest.
"Next, Ed and I assume the sixty-nine position while Mother watches and uses the dildo on herself. When I feel his proud penis swell hugely in my mouth, I know he's on the verge of voiding his sperm and thus stop and assumed the dog-fashion (anally, that is) and let him hunch and fuck until he reaches climax the same time I do. Sure, anal intercourse hurts a bit at first, but when you get used to it it's one of the nicest ways there is to be fucked, safely, and enjoy mutual climax with a man.
"Mother screeches her head off across the room, and I look up to see her hand moving my dildo in and out of her vagina like a high-speed piston. Then she's enjoying an orgasm, her tongue's hanging out, her eyes are nearly crossed, while it happens. Then she swoons into almost a dead faint from the ecstatic pleasure and satisfaction she derived."
COMMENT:
Myra Walls is definitely nervous, high-strung and emotional. She is completely lacking in any of the drab, sad-faced qualities often found in a girl her age who has confessed to being an "old maid." Two psychiatrists who have examined Myra state that she is chronically maniac. This means she is an individual who is highly excitable, unstable, desultory and given to hallucinations.
Myra's true illness was learned by a psychiatrist who at first treated her for a nervous condition, and then, after several interviews, realized how ill she truly was. For his examination (he was also an M.D. as well as a psychiatrist) revealed an extreme hypertrophy of the clitoris, and a neurasthenic condition which obviously was caused by excessive masturbation.
Questioned as to her masturbatory motives, Myra confessed part of the salacious and hair-raising tale given in her case history account. Her mother and stepfather, when approached a short time afterward, vehemently denied their complicity in the matter, but later, after having been. contacted by certain legal authorities, were persuaded to allow this author to tape their stories of the licentuous and incestuous three-way liaison.
AUTHOR: Myra, at precisely what age did you begin masturbating?
MYRA (willingly): I was nine years old when I first masturbated. I did it with water. On my hands and knees in the bathrub, with my genitals close beneath the water faucet I let the heavy stream of water pour down and over my privates. I enjoyed the feeling so much I had two orgasms, almost in succession, within maybe five to six minutes.
AUTHOR: Was this bathtub routine the only way you masturbated until you got a little older?
MYRA: Of course not, silly! After I found out what I could do in the bathtub, I started to experiment with other methods. I used all sorts of phallus shaped things, such as bananas, cucumbers, frankfurters and candles. I once won a ten dollar bet with a girl friend by taking in a twelve-inch candle in my vagina.
"Since then, I've used coke and beer bottles, broomsticks, telephone receivers, all kinds of gadgets like these, until I finally began using dildos exclusively. I have one favorite of the latter, a dildo that's made of highly polished wood, saturated with a lube-goo that makes it feel wonderful, although the odor it gives off is like dead herring.
Author: Do you honestly think masturbating gives you the relief you truly want?
Myra: I see nothing at all wrong with masturbating. Heavens, even nuns do it! And so do priests. So I think everyone should masturbate; I think in lots of ways it's the answer to our population explosion. Oh, sex with a man is wonderful, too; but using a dildo is so ... so uncomplicated. Know what I mean? It never once complains about how many times you use it, how hard you work it and it always stays nice and hard.
Myra's decision to remain single probably stems from her own awareness of her desultory nature. She speaks very well, is very neat, and seems highly intelligent. But being manic, her mind is racing in myriad directions simultaneously. And to the extent that she is able to describe her own mother's sexual excitement and actions, Myra proves she is strongly aberrated. The same goes for her mother, of course.
Myra is not a nymphomaniac; it is her manic disposition that drives her to excessive masturbation; and after shock treatments she becomes very catatonic and claims that she feels no urge whatsoever for sex.
Myra Wall's mother, Gladys, is, for a woman in her mid-forties, exceedingly well-proportioned and attractive. Prettier of face than her daughter, she is obviously not nearly as perceptive or erudite. One is aware, merely by conversing with her, that she is an unusually sensual woman. She speaks softly, roundly, and her actions are smooth, calculated and controlled.
Dr. Milton Stoloroff, psychiatrist, states that her mind appears to be fixed at an adolescent level. It was somewhat difficult for this author to associate, even conversationally, with a woman-a mother-who admits she enjoyed three-way sex, with her own daughter forming one side of the lascivious triangle. It is thus unprofessional and unscientific to label a neurotic person a degenerate, but in Gladys Wall Storey's case, the temptation is strong. My transcript with her is as follows:
Author: Mrs. Storey.
Gladys: Call me Gladys, please.
Author: Gladys whose idea was it to start the three-way sex actions in which you and your husband and daughter were involved?
Gladys: It wasn't my idea at all to start all that sex thing with Ed and Myra. It was Myra's fault. She was always hanging around Ed and me, always watching us, and twice, though Ed didn't see her, I saw her watching us having intercourse in our bed. Spying on us she was, sort of old-maid fashion ... the old maid type she confirmed herself to be.
"Oh, I hate to say unkind things about Myra like this, after all she's the only kid I've got. But I really think she's abnormal or something in her sex ways; I mean she's always touching her privates, and ever since she was ten I've caught her innumerable times masturbating. And everything smells fish, like dead herring, when she masturbates. She even stank up some of my kitchen items, such as my potato masher and rolling-pin. I feel sorry for her, terribly sorry. And I think that that's the main reason I let her eventually have sex with Ed ... because I felt sorry for her, and wanted her to enjoy feeling like a woman instead of an old maid...."
Author: How about your second husband, Ed Storey? How did he react to seducing-or being seduced-his own stepdaughter?
Gladys: Ed loved the idea. He had known Myra a long time anyway, and having sex with her seemed to be an eventual culmination to their long friendship. Besides, Ed was much too much for me to handle alone; in fact (giggle) he's too damned much for any woman to handle for very long. So, having never been selfish, and not wanting to see Myra drive herself crazy masturbating, or drive me batty by spying on Ed and I, I okayed the bit for the two of them to have sex together ... providing I was included now and then, too.
Author: As a mother, a woman, didn't you know it was wrong to deliberately plunge your daughter into such an incestuous affair with her stepfather-even to participating yourself?
Gladys: Oh, of course I knew better Mr. Brandt, but, well, after a woman remarries and sees what is likely to happen between her new husband and daughter sooner or later, anyway. Why fight it? Why not face it squarely and let them have sex together, which they would do anyway, instead of letting it happen without your knowledge and then finding out later and being hurt by it?
Author: Gladys, described, as best you can, your feelings when the three of you had sex together.
Gladys: Sure, why not? I have nothing to hide. The feeling that the three of us were being close and loving was nice. It made me ... the togetherness of it all ... very much in the sex mood. I explained that I caught Myra masturbating, but I didn't tell you that later on I found a cigar box with dildos she was using on herself, as well. And this, too, was a factor later on why I consented to our three-way sexual orgies.
"Anyway, Ed would take Myra and I to drive-in theatres, and always parked on the back row. Then we'd all get into the back seat, with Ed in the middle. We usually went to see adults only movies at drive-ins, because they got us hot for sex quicker. Anyway, Ed would put one arm around my shoulders and the other around Myra, and smile and say this is what he liked-taking his two sexy women to a good hot movie. Myra and I would giggle and exchange winks now and then, and pretend we didn't see Ed's arms lower to our hips and steathily caress our thighs as we watched the movie. But it wasn't hard to tell Ed was enjoying himself, because he would get such a hard-on it would almost bust out of his pants.
"Then he would sneak his hand under our skirts (I say 'our' because he was doing the same to Myra as he was doing to me) and his fingers would work up to our hot, waiting womanhood-and usually neither Myra or I wore panties to hot drive-in movies, so as to allow Ed more freedom in playing with us-and finger us before working in and out.
"Myra always let me start things with Ed, by that I mean cupping the tent-pole like protrusion in his fly and squeezing it, then unzipping it and hauling out his huge, nearly foot-long penis. Then, while I would pump his hard pole, Myra would reach over and tickle his balls, while Ed's fingers, in turn, moved raptoriously in and out of our respective vaginas. Then, just before Ed could pop his nuts, I would haul him over on me and let him pound me until he went off, while Myra would tickle his anus and balls from behind, and masturbate herself while he was fucking me.
"After Ed got his nuts in me, it would be his turn to please Myra. He usually liked to eat her while she sucked him off-a sixty-nine-, so I would get into the front seat and watch them, and the film once in a while, until they were through. Then Ed would take a break and go to the restroom, and so would Myra and I. Here, we compared notes as to techniques we used with Ed, and how we could improve upon them, not only for his benefit but for better thrills for us, too.
"When we got home from the drive-in (usually we wouldn't have but one session in the back seat at the movie, for fear of being caught), we'd all have a couple of drinks, to relax us, and then we'd strip off all our clothing and get into bed. And here, Myra and I would apply the new techniques on Ed we had discussed in the ladies' restroom at the drive-in, and have a real orgy which often lasted until nearly dawn.
Author: Then you went about proving that bald-headed men are more passionate than men with thick heads of hair, hmmm?
Gladys: Well, if you want to put it like that, yes. And let me assure you, Mr. Brandt, Ed Storey is the most hot-blooded, satyristic-type of he-man I've ever had the pleasure of having sex with. I've been had by a lot of men, including my first husband, but none so great as Ed. Which is what I mean by him being too much for one woman like me to handle, and why I let Myra have sex with him in order to hang onto Ed and keep us one big, happy, sexy family!
Author: What were these new techniques you and your daughter, Myra, used on Ed Storey in bed? Be explicit, if you don't mind.
Gladys: Look, Mr. Brandt, just what do you intend doing with this taped interview with me?
Author: Use it all in a book I'm writing, Gladys, changing names of course to protect the innocent.
Gladys: In other words, what I tell you will be published, but my real name will be protected?
Author: Most assuredly. That's a promise, Gladys.
Gladys: Well okay, then. Since no one will know who's telling you this, I'll detail everything for you ... okay?
Author: Okay. Please do.
Gladys: Well, to get Ed really hot and bothered, Myra and I would start in at opposite ends of his body and work towards a common meeting place: his penis. I, for instance, would start kissing Ed's toes and soles of his feet, caressing his calves as I did so. I would alternate my kisses, from one of his feet to the other. Then I would trail kisses up his inner calves to his knees, letting the tip of my tongue tickle him for added pleasure.
"Myra, meanwhile, would, without touching him with her body, cup his face in her hands and begin kissing his bald pate, from the rear of his cranium to the front, using her tongue to follow the inner outline of his hair. Then she would kiss his forehead, eyebrows and nose, moving quickly to first one ear and then the other before he could make contact with her lips with his.
"I would massage the tops of his muscled thighs as I worked my hot kissess up the insides of his thighs, alternating to one leg and then the other, until I reached the flesh-strained tendons that junctured at his balls and upstanding penis. Then I would work down his inner thighs, and back up, while Myra continued to work downward from his head to his shoulders and chest, ribs and belly, and on down. Using the tip of her tongue she would follow the hairline from his navel to curly pubic hairs, around their perimeter, and then into them, rooting with nose and tongue to make Ed jerk and tremble, bloat up his belly and make all kinds of sexy groans and moans and sighs of joy.
"Then, while Myra would kiss the head of his penis and lave it with her tongue, I would do the same to his testicles, even to nipping at the flesh while I found his anus with my finger and stuck it up in him to the first knuckle.
"I was in an advantageous position to see Myra work while I worked, and watching her clamp her mouth on his penis and work it in and out, up and down, as far and as much as she could take without choking, nearly drove me to a passionate frenzy.
"I turned my finger around in Ed's rectum, felt for and found his prostate gland and gently massaged it while Myra sucked him for all she was worth. He'd jerk and twitch and tremble; try to sit up, only to fall back and make all these weird sexy sounds while we worked on him. I could tell by the feel of his prostate when he was ready to go off, as well as by the way his balls got rock-hard with tense anticipation. Then I would withdraw my finger from his anus and tickle and kiss his balls, while Myra would grasp his penis (the part she couldn't swallow) at its base and pump on it while she sucked ... until Ed would ejaculate a gusher of a load that would strangle her with semen and splash me with it as well.
"Ed would usually pass completely out after our prelude workout, and we'd let him rest for about an hour before we'd awaken him and revive his virility with several strong drinks."
Author: After your husband passed out, what did you and Myra do, Gladys?
Gladys: We'd scheme about what we'd do to Ed the next time, but not to such an extent he would pass out on us. Then we'd play with each other and make love, and wind up in our own feminine version of the sixty-nine, after which we'd rest-up before awakening Ed.
Author: You state 'awaken' Ed, while all the time he was unconscious from the over generous amount of oral sex you and Myra gave him. How do you mean 'awaken' him? Don't you mean instead that you brought him to? Revived him?
Gladys: No, I mean we awakened him. You see, once Ed passed out, he would sleep soundly for about an hour and, when awakened, would be fully recuperated and ready for more love. He had to have a couple of strong drinks to regain the full length and hardness of his magnificent penis, but once this was accomplished we had an orgy that lasted for hours.
Author: Then ... he, Ed, would not blackout again, during the extended hours of sex the three of you enjoyed?
Gladys: That is correct. He would passout, or blackout, as you put it, after the initial warming up by Myra and I, but afterwards he would last and last, for hours and hours.
Author: You say last-does this mean he constantly maintained a fully erected penis, even though obviously experiencing other orgasms with you and Myra?
Gladys: Ironically, and curiously, yes. His penis would remain rock-hard and a foot long, despite the orgasms he would share with us during the orgy following the initial break-in, which were usually five or six. When we were tired and could enjoy sex no longer, his penis would begin to soften and get smaller and, by the time Myra and I were ready to sleep, he would be snoring and his penis would be like a dishrag.
Author: Yet, despite your incestuous relationship with husband and daughter-you still love him?
Gladys: Why, of course I love Ed. And so does Myra. Can you see any valid reason why we shouldn't love him, or each other, with such a wonderful arrangement?
Author: You feel no guilt whatever, then? Even as a mother?
Gladys: Indeed not. It's what we all want; what keeps us together as a happy family. And may I ask you-what's wrong with keeping sex in the family these days? What with all the inter-marriages and the likes occurring?"
Surprisingly enough, Mrs. Gladys Wall Storey's IQ is a high average. Her tendency to place the blame on others is certainly a symptom of paranoia. Her attitude is on the defensive, yet also offensive insofar as the three-way incestual sex relations are concerned. She gives the feeling she has very little maternal love for her daughter, Myra, only a strange and distorted pride in Myra's sexuality-the same kind of a pride a circus owner might have for one of his freaks.
Her fixation at an adolescent level possibly explains her evident amorality. Yet, even most adolescent-thinking mothers feel an instinctive maternal love for their offspring, daughters in particular.
There are, it seems, so many contradictions and inconsistencies in Gladys Storey's nature that any attempt to classify her particular neuroticism would be largely guesswork. She appears even more desultory than her daughter. If her IQ tests had shown her to be retarded or defective, the reasons for her actions could be comfortably traced to congenital mental weakness or debility. Thus it is safe to conclude that Gladys Storey's emotional development became fixated at an even earlier stage than did her powers of adolescent reasoning.
If the term "average man" is ever truly applicable, then one is at first inclined to place Ed Storey in that somewhat colorless category. Even with his bald pate, he resembles in every way the typical John Doe. He seems neither forward or reserved, aggressive or passive, but a blend of these traits along with numberless others that we have the tendency to so designate him as average.
But once one gets to know Ed Storey better, he finds himself in the presence of a most extradordinary personality-an individualist whose ideas and habit patterns are anything but average. For Storey is a solopsist, speaking sociologically, or one who believes that the self can be aware of nothing but its own experiences.
To the solopsist like Storey, nothing to him exists or is real but the self. This, of course, is a rabid form of egoism; the solopsistic person is generally afflicted with delusions of grandeur and can therefore also be defined as a, psychologically speaking, megalomaniac.
Ed Storey's account of his intimate relations with his wife Gladys, and incestuous relations with his stepdaughter, Myra, a "perfect threesome for sex," as Gladys later termed it, follows; and we may attribute the liberal use he makes of four-lettered words as an affectation of his super-ego. And though Gladys and Myra failed to mention Ed's usage of scurrilious sex terms during their sessions, he tells it with the use of these words.
"I had been perviously married when Gladys and I decided to get married. Gladys had told me about her daughter, Myra, how she was both mentally and sexually disturbed, how she caught her finger-fucking herself to orgasm on numerous occasions. She asked if I would still marry her (Gladys) under such circumstances. I assured her I would, and proved what I said by marrying her.
"But down deep inside, I decided that marrying Gladys would be a good deal. I knew Myra, had lusted for her for a long time, though I hadn't known until Gladys mentioned it, that she was sexually unbalanced. So now that I did know it, I figured I would always have a willing piece of ass around; if one of them wasn't in the mood, the other one would be.
"But it turned out even better a deal than I expected. Within a couple of months after I married Gladys, I was fucking she and Myra regularly, but together instead of separately. According to Gladys, this made us a 'togetherness' family, with no secrets, no holds barred with each other.
"In a way, Gladys and Myra were lucky to have a real stud like me. I have a ten-inch prick and can bang away for hours without coming, whenever I set my mind to it. I have this mental control; I keep from coming by just putting it out of my mind. Except for one way, both of them blowing me, and then I go out of my mind with joy, and usually pass out a few minutes after I unload.
"Gladys, I must admit, isn't half as good a fuck as her daughter, Myra. Myra had some kind of muscles in her pussy that went to work on my cock the minute I got it in her. I can't describe the feeling exactly, except to say that it was like getting gobbled up inside her, inch by inch, until all that was left outside was me and my balls, both too gross to get into her and be eaten. But the way she worked those pussy muscles on me was something ... like nothing that's ever happened to me before or since.
"I work in an office where there are about two dozen or so miniskirted broads who work as file clerks, stenos and typists. After I stare at their luscious thighs all day, I'm horny as hell when I get home from work. And there they are waiting for me ... Gladys and Myra ... both mother and daughter as hot-pussy'd as a couple of minks.
"After a good dinner, after we wash and dry the dishes, we head for the living room like regular homing pigeons. This happens about two or three times a week, depending upon how we all feel. We relax on the sofa, Gladys and I, to watch TV or listen to good stereo music, while Myra sits across from us in an easy chair and flaunts her genitals at me.
"Hell, just watching Myra slink around half-way gives me a hard-on, but to see her deliberately showing me what she's got-man, my old cock's on full-hard in no time! Gladys, of course, notices this and starts hauling it out and playing with it. Both she and Myra know how a good blow-job affects me, so they start with that deal first. I hold out as long as I can, but hell, what man could hold out for very long with one sucking you off, while the other kisses your legs and plays with your balls and massages your prostate gland? I get my rocks off, and everything goes blotto. When I come to I'm in bed, and they're there with me-and we're all naked. Then the fun begins. A four or five hour orgy of fucking in every position known, plus a few originals we thought up. Also included is Myra eating off her mother, while Gladys uses her fingers or a dildo gadget and jacks Myra off.
"Twice they gave me a real surprise with that god damned dildo. Once as I was fucking Myra, Once when fucking Gladys, the one I wasn't fucking took this dildo and stuck it up my ass. It hurt like hell for a minute, but excited me so much I went off. And that-going off-was really something. With that damned dildo up my ass it felt like I blew out my guts when I shot my wad. It took damned near an hour for me to get a good feeling back, even though I never lost my hard-on once.
"I love pounding Myra in the ass about as much as she loves it. She uses the muscles inside her ass like those in her pussy and really gives me a work out. When I come, so does she; and then she's ready for another round up the ass after a brief rest.
"Gladys can't take it in her ass, though.
She's too damned tight up there, and it hurts her too badly once I get the head of my cock in her. So I always pull it out and screw her dog-fashion, in the pussy, while Myra gets behind me and tickles my balls and once in a while uses the dildo to make me come faster."
Suddenly, Storey stopped talking and admitted he didn't know what else he could say that hadn't already been said by Gladys and Myra. Thus, my transcript of the balance of my interview with Ed Storey is as follows:
Author: Why did you use profane words to express yourself, Storey? Your IQ showed a very high degree of intelligence, so why the rugged way of talking?
Storey: Hell, the words exist, Mr. Brandt, so why not use them? Sure, I could call my cock a penis, my balls testicles, fucking sexual intercourse, but why? All my life I've used what you say are profane terms to express my feelings, so why should I change now? If I said anything intellectual, like I mentioned a minute ago, I wouldn't feel like I was being honest in telling exactly how I felt. I believe in being honest, so I use my regular way of expressing myself.
Author: Tell me, Ed-I can call you Ed, can't I?
Storey (grinning): Sure you can call me Ed. Everybody does.
Author: Ed, then. Tell me, do you consider your incestuous acts with your stepdaughter morally wrong, even though her mother consented?
Storey: Crap. I don't know what the word morality means. Morals are fickle as hell, and hypocritical, too. They're man-made ideas called ethics, and change about as often as a woman changes her mind.
Author: But how about moral imperatives? Don't you believe there are such things?
Storey: Just one, maybe, that I know about. That is: the only truth is that there is no truth; none whatsoever.
Author: You say you prefer being honest, telling it like it is, so you must believe in yourself. Right?
Storey: Yeah, I guess so, after a fashion. But it ain't any easy job for an honest guy to believe in himself. Even the best of us let ourselves down, now and then, and these turn out to be broken self-promises. Or, compliments handed out that we don't really mean, to the point of being hypocritical. Compromises. Inertia. More hypocracy ... on and on, ad infinitum.
Author: In other words, what you're really trying to say is that you're ashamed of being a human being. Right?
Storey: Maybe. I don't feel dignified at all. I doubt that you, or anybody like you, feels dignified either. So if that's what you mean by my being ashamed to be a human, maybe it's true.
Author: Tell me exactly how you felt after having had sex relations with your stepdaughter, in front of her own mother, your wife....
Storey: I admit I was a bit squeamish at first, but with Gladys in full consent of me fucking her daughter, it didn't take me long to feel okay about it.
Author: Nothing else? Just okay?
Storey: Well, maybe a little bored ... bored and tired in the back.
Author: Do you love both her wife, Gladys, and stepdaughter, Myra?
Storey: I love myself-me, myself and I. So I can't really and truly love anybody else when I love myself so much. Only if I am with the both of them, together, can I love them. But then, I am there, too. Simple?
Author: How do you feel about the old adage that a man and wife are one?
Storey: I say-bullshit. Hell, if one or the other was to die, the sorrow the surviving one feels is pure old selfishness. Nobody would be around to comfort and pamper little old me.
COMMENT:
Ed Storey in many ways is very much the devil's advocate. I seriously doubt that he truly believes much of what he contends (or pretends) to believe. He would volunteer only the vaguest answers when quizzed about his early youth, or about his relationship with his parents.
The extreme individualist has more often than not been rejected as a child; and when he-chronologically speaking-reaches maturity he withdraws into the protective and loving custody of his own super-ego. There he feels safe, out of harm's way, and thus can be the 'play actor' of his own neurotic ideals without incurring self-dissatisfaction.
Ed Storey's individualism is probably as ungenuine as his devil's advocacy; he has patterned things to his own advantage, making it his rationale, for the sole purpose of convincing himself. He had built up a heady illusion about himself, and shut his mind to the truth of what others around him really saw in him. He lives for one thing: his own super-image; he fears only that something might occur to destroy it, and him.
CHAPTER SIX
VOYEURS IN COMMON
Case History
Subject: Donald Keegan, thirty-eight, tall, dark, attractive; well-built, two-hundred pounds; high school and college educated; insurance salesman with good annual income.
"Were it not for my unstinting loyalty to my wife, Hilda, I would not be here, Mr. Brandt. It was her idea that I tell you my story, not mine. Hilda is still my wife; though I would not blame her if she divorced me after the rotten way I treated Lois, my stepdaughter.
"It all began when I was a young buck of about sixteen. I dropped by a girl's house to see her one evening, a girl I'd been dating for some time, off and on, but this particular evening her parents wouldn't let her come out. I knew she was probably in her bedroom, maybe even locked in, her old man was a mean bastard that way, so I went around the back of the house, thinking if I could see her we could hold an interval of whispered conversation at her window.
"In the back yard I saw that the light was on in her room. I pussy-footed across the wide, grassy lawn to tap on the window, but when I spotted her, sitting at her dressing table, slowly combing her long, blonde hair and not wearing a stitch of clothing ... a real odd feeling came over me. A very erotic feeling. So I didn't tap on her window after all; instead I stood there ogling her beauty and got a terrific hard-on. I took out my penis and masturbated while I watched her and imagined all kinds of nice things we could do together.
Author: And ever since that time you've been a peeping Tom?
Keegan: Yeah. A peeper.
Author: Go on, tell me more.
Keegan: I was thirty when I married Hilda. She was the German wife of an American GI, who later died of a heart attack. Her daughter Lois, named after her real father's side of the family, I guess, was a very affectionate and giving child. She quickly accepted me, giving me all, if not more, love and attention than a daughter would give her real father. She was fourteen at the time. She was a very pretty girl, with soft, flaxen hair and a well-proportioned, maturing body. I was very proud of Lois, and Hilda was grateful that I seemed able to take the place of her deceased husband, in the child's eyes.
"Hilda and I got along wonderfully well. She was ardent enough sexually to keep me distracted from my habit of being a peeping Tom. So for six long, good months I led the life of a happy, well-adjusted married man-both a husband and a father. I prospered. I felt secure and needed for the first time in many years. I loved Hilda deeply; I loved and revered Lois, too.
"But then ... it happened. And as fate would have it, it happened quite by accident. Hilda and I had gone to bed earlier than usual that night, and after enjoying intercourse with her I padded to the bathroom, stopping enroute by Lois' room to ask her to turn down her transistor radio. The door to her room was partly open and, as I reached for the knob to open it all the way, I was alarmed to hear Lois groaning as though she were in terrible pain. Why, I don't know, unless by former habit, but I moved carefully so that I could peek into the room without opening the door so she would see me. And, brother, the sight that greeted my eyes took away my breath and caused my knees to get weak.
"Lois was standing in front of her dresser-mirror, stark naked, and using the stem of one of my pipes to masturbate. L.J was shocked! I stood there gaping at her, scarcely believing my own eyes. Her expression, the strained look of lusting passion on her young face, changed her features completely.
"I was dressed only in my jockey-shorts, so when I began to get an erection-and no normal man could have remained soft if they'd seen the goodies I'd seen-it was simple to ease down the elastic band, grip my cock and begin masturbating. I ejaculated within seconds, then hurried off to my bedroom and Hilda, without bothering to clean up my mess.
"I felt terrible. My conscience hurt like a physical pain, for what I'd seen had only unleashed my former peeping habit from hibernation to allow it to reign again. I hated myself at that moment, even to the verge of wanting to commit suicide. It ... it's plain hell to be abnormal; people who have normal sexual urges and reactions don't realize just how lucky they are."
Author: Aside from your feelings of guilt, Don, propagated by what you saw Lois doing to herself, what happened next?
Keegan: I'm coming to that. Poor Lois. If she hadn't chosen that particular time to masturbate, what happened next might never have happened.
"Hilda was all wrapped up watching her favorite TV serial, and Lois was listening to her transistor radio in her room. It was my routine to stop by her room every night, ask her how her school work was coming along, maybe crack a joke, then kiss her on the cheek and tell her goodnight. All very fatherly, very normal. Except-I had ulterior motives for visiting her this night, peeping motives. I chatted quietly with her for a while and-making it a deliberate accident-slipped up by telling her I had seen her masturbating.
"God, her face got red as a beet, red clear up to her ears, but she pretended innocence, like she didn't know what I was talking about. So I used the bolder term of 'jacking-off,' which made her get even redder, if that was possible, to the point that she looked as if she were on the verge of tears.
"But I told her not to worry, that I wouldn't breathe a word about it to her mother, and added that from what I'd heard and read masturbation was normal means of relief for a young girl her age. Then I confessed how I'd masturbated just watching her. And what surprised me was her reaction to what I said. She was amused, and said 'So that's what that gooey mess was on the hall carpet, that I stepped in on the way to the bathroom."
"I decided to play along with her with the joke routine, that it was by far the best idea. So I came right back at her then. I looked at her and told her calmly, that I wondered why my pipes tasted so different lately. To which she laughed, even though my bold remark had embarrassed her quite a bit. She told me: 'I guess I should at least wash them when I'm finished using them, Dad.' I told her not to wash them, that I actually enjoyed the new taste.
"I then told Lois in detail about my peeping habit, winding up by getting her to let me peek at her through her bedroom window. So I went outside and peeked in through the partly drawn-down shade, and watched Lois go through a real production of undressing herself and then even dancing for me. I started to masturbate while I watched her bump and grind like a professional burly queen, which naturally she wasn't, and soon I climaxed. But Lois didn't stop her act, and my cock remained hard while she kept gyrating around the room. Then, facing the window to give me a real look, she reached down and played with herself, titties and pussy, which excited me so much I had another orgasm right away.
"From then on I went downhill-to hell-fast, and took my lovely and impressionable young stepdaughter along with me. She had a crush on me, and she quickly began demonstrating her infatuation by being more than willing to put on 'peep shows' for me. She became, where I was concerned, a professional exhibitionist. She began wearing Hilda's high-heels during her 'performances' and, while I watched, used my pipes to masturbate.
"Not once did we ever mention our 'act' to anyone, unless we were together and alone. It was strictly a satisfying sexual outlet for both of us; I was a peeper, a voyeur, and she was a show-off, an exhibitionist. We provided each other with a safe, cooperative, ready-made audience. We often had coffee together in the kitchen after one of our sessions, but for anyone to hear us would lead them to believe we were far and removed from doing the things we'd been doing only minutes before.
"Hilda naturally sensed something was wrong, because our regular intercourse had dropped off to nothing. However, she did not complain and seemed to try to understand, which is finally what convinced me to confess everything to her. And if Hilda hadn't been such a good, understanding wife, I might still be peeping at my poor stepdaughter; and Lois might in turn still be putting on her 'pipe and dancing' shows for me."
COMMENT:
Donald Keegan was institutionalized for two years; during that period of time he underwent intensive and extensive treatment (shock, psychotherapy, group therapy, hormone injections, etc.) and when he was released he was informed he was tentatively cured. That is, he allegedly would suffer no habit relapse if he used intelligent measures to prevent it, but without such an effort a relapse was highly probable. He resumed his married life with Hilda but Lois went to live with an aunt. More will be brought out about her in the next case history.
All of us have traces of the voyeuristic syndrome within us. Most of us will admit to having been nosy at times with the actions of others, when they were actually none of our concern. The inveterate news-seekers, those who read every insignificant item in a newspaper or listen intently to every news-broadcast, are displaying their morbid curiosity in a nonsexual form of voyeurism, and for reasons that are at least fractionally related to Donald Keegan's neurotic reasons. The difference is only a matter of degree. It seems that when one's nosiness or curiosity or peeping Tom compulsion, reaches a neurotic degree, it inevitably manifests itself in sexual perversion.
Voyeurism, essentially a fetish, is an ocular stimuli, and/or gratification through peeping. Those afflicted with a fetish are not generally regarded as monsters through an excess, like the sadist or the masochist, but rather as monsters from a lack. What stimulates them is not necessarily abnormal, but rather what does not affect them-the limitation of sexual interest has taken place in them. Of course, this limited sexual interest, within its narrower limits, is usually expressed with a correspondingly greater and abnormal intensity.
The following case history, that of Lois Keegan, is reproduced here from a taped interview with this author.
AUTHOR: Lois, had you ever had the tendency, prior to your mother's marrying your stepfather, to show your nude body in a sexual manner to anyone; namely, boys?
LOIS: No, sir. Not that I can remember. Oh, I guess in school I didn't mind the boys looking up my dress or admiring how my skirt fit me ... even when they'd drop their pencils on purpose and bend down to retrieve them and stare up between my legs. And once in a while ... very rarely, though ... I'd spread my legs wider apart so they could see me better. But most girls like to hang boys up on that bag. It's crotch-kicks, is all.
AUTHOR: Crotch-kicks? Please be more explicit, Lois.
LOIS: Yes, sir. Well, crotch-kicks are charges you can feel ... when it really counts, is the best way I can explain it.
AUTHOR: I understand. You mean like when you get hot pants?
LOIS: Well, sort of. Y'see, it's kind of hard to explain. Crotch-kicks are important, not just hot-pants or sex feelings. Like when you get an A in an exam in math, or some groovy guy you really dig the most calls you up for a date. You sort of feel the sensation of joy ... deep down in your crotch. Like a real kick, or electrical jolt down there. Like being in love, only I'm just saying it different.
AUTHOR: I think I'm beginning to dig you, Lois. Very well put. But your stepfather, Donald. Did he make you feel ... crotch-kicks?
LOIS: Uhmmm-hummm. The most.
AUTHOR: During those peeping and show-off sessions you and your stepfather experienced, why did you like using his pipe stems to masturbate?
LOIS (blushing profusely): I ... I don't know, really. I guess that I loved him so much that ... well. . just using something of his on myself intimately ... was loving him real personal-like ... real crotch-kickish. But I really can't truthfully tell you why I used them. I know it sounds just horrible, even weirdo, but ... (voice trails into brief silence).
AUTHOR: Lois, if you don't want to, you don't have to answer my next question. But, do you believe you are, or were, an exhibitionist?
LOIS: I know I wouldn't do now what we did then anymore, but as to being an ... exhibitionist ... I just don't know. I'm not sure. Maybe I was, at that time, but now ... I know I'm not now!
AUTHOR: Lois, for over a year now you've been undergoing psycho-therapy treatments. Would you say this is why you now feel cured.
LOIS: I'm positive that's the reason, Mr. Brandt. The treatments have helped me in too many nice ways to describe. Both in school and out. Why, I even like myself better now!
AUTHOR: Your stepfather ... do you ever think about him now, Lois? Miss him? Wish he was here, with you?
LOIS: No, Mr. Brandt. I don't miss him at all. He ... reminds me of what I was, back then. Y'know? And I'm cured of that now and want to forget it, and him. They told me to forget the past and think of the future, and that's exactly what I'm doing.
AUTHOR: How about your mother? You still love and miss her, don't you?
LOIS: I love her very much, Mr. Brandt. And I do miss her. But I know now that she was overly good to me, which was why I acted like I did. But I'd like to have her with me again, for always.
AUTHOR: Do you think your stepfather contributed heavily toward you developing exhibitionist traits?
LOIS: No, not really. I think he helped, sure, but that was all. I used to ... well, you know ... masturbate while looking in my mirror. At the clinic they call it narcissism, or excess self-love. And say that those who have that kind of self-love affliction are ... exhibitionists.
AUTHOR: And knowing that, you now know what usually causes narcissism, don't you Lois?
LOIS: Yes, sir. I surely do. They told me it all springs from a self-hate complex; that the self-love bit is only a pretense. I had to look in the mirror while I masturbated because I wanted to clearly show myself how foul, and rotten I truly was. And that's another reason I showed myself to my stepfather. I thought a good deal of him; I also wanted to prove to him that I wasn't worth a damn, that I was a no-good punk kid.
AUTHOR: Now that it's all over and done with, Lois, are you happy?
LOIS (nodding slowly): Yes, sir, Mr. Brandt, I feel a lot better-much happier-now. I only hope and pray I don't ever get those terrible masturbating urges again. I don't think I will, not as long as I'm very much aware of it. Or do you follow me?
AUTHOR: I understand you, Lois, and-thanks a lot!
COMMENT:
Kraftt-Ebing stated: "Exhibition and mutual masturbation seem to indicate the probable existance of pathological conditions." It is very likely that in Lois Keegan's case, however, no such "pathological condition" was the cause of her exhibitionistic, voyeuristic exchange with her stepfather, Donald Keegan.
It is also doubtful that her narcissism would have developed to overt exhibitionism without the influence of her terribly neurotic stepfather. That she was infatuated with him, there seems little doubt; the use of his pipes for masturbatory devices reveals the obsessive adulation and glorification experienced by infatuated adolescents.
The loss of Lois' real father, when she was a little girl, very likely plunged Lois into a quandary of doubt and suspicion. Suddenly bereft of a father-image, Lois first experienced resentment and then guilt. Her father's unexpected death from a heart attack was tantamount to desertion and she resented it, but later she felt guilt because she began to suspect he had departed because she was such a "foul and rotten" little daughter.
Something similar to this particular type of adolescent guilt-pseudo paranoia-appears to be fairly common in adolescents who have lost a parent. Consciously, the realize the parent has died, and that someone they truly love has been taken away from them forever. However, emotionally, they refuse to accept such an unfair and final bereavement, and thus resort to neurotic tactics and tendencies in their adolescent way of portraying their true feelings.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AN OBLIGATION
Case History
Subject: Cathy Phillips, twenty-two; soft-spoken and attractive, blonde, good figure but' slovenly in her dress and posture; married. Recuperating from nervous breakdown caused by incestuous affair with her stepfather prior to her eloping and marrying. From psychiatric records, her account of just what happened follows:
"I liked Mom's new husband, my stepdad, Charles Ryan, right from the start. He never legally adopted me and gave me his name, but he considered me as his daughter, which was good enough for me. He treated me real nice; in fact, better than even my real father had treated me, before he died.
"Charles (Chuck, as he wanted me to call him) was real handsome, and only twenty-eight. I could tell that he liked me a lot from the very first, too, by the way he would smile at me, stare at me, and squeeze my arm gently when he said something to me. Depending on if Mom was around, for he never once touched me when she was present. Chuck also had a nice voice, clear, baritone-like and very resonant; a contrast to my real father's, in that his was gruff and loud, which I always hated, and probably why I talk so low and quiet today.
"Anyway, within ninety days after Chuck and Mom were married, I developed a real crush on him. To impress him, I started knocking myself out doing little things for him. I would shine his shoes, get his cigarettes, or slippers, wipe off his car, and even stick up for him when he and Mom would disagree about something.
"Then, quite suddenly in fact, I could tell he was becoming impressed by me-to the extent of getting ideas about me. Several times I caught him staring that certain way at my legs while I washed or wiped off his car; so I made it easier for him by wearing short-shorts without any panties on under them. Every time I would have to reach out or stretch I would have to raise one leg or the other, and the view he got of my exposed genitals was unobstructed by any clothing. This really excited him, and several times he would get a hard-on and have to turn the opposite direction, or take care of something in the garage, as though he didn't think I knew what I was doing to him.
"Shucks, I knew about sex since I was thirteen. I had been playing with myself since that time, masturbating about twice a week. I had also had quite a few dates with boys by then, too, and had opened the flies of two of them and jacked off their peters while they played with me and brought me off. I even sucked on one boy's peter, but he pulled back, saying I sucked too hard and hurt him. So I let him eat me and jacked him off as he did so, and all was fine. No boy had ever fucked me, though, because I was afraid it would hurt, and I was also afraid he might knock me up. I knew that sooner or later I would have to let a boy fuck me or go nuts, but I intended to fight it off as long as I could. My Waterloo came not long afterward, when Mom married Chuck and he finally got me to himself....
"This one day when he got me to myself Mom had the car and was out shopping, I was listening to some new stereo records, and my stepdad was across the room reading a magazine. I got a real brazen idea and carried it out. Acting like I was kidding around, I got up and went over to where Chuck was and plopped myself down in his lap. He got pretty flustered and red-faced from embarrassment, I recall, especially when I put my arm around his neck and kissed him. Then he got over his initial embarrassment and came back at me, "Hey, that's no way to kiss a guy. I'll really show you how to send a man if you want me to.' I just grinned and told him I'd very much like him to teach me how to kiss.
"He showed me, and then some. He kissed me hard and drove his tongue into my mouth. I hadn't tried French kissing before, and now I found myself really liking it, and getting hotter each second we held it. I also felt his hard-on against my fanny, and I wiggled around on it to further excite him. He got excited, all right. Then he got me revved up to a high pitch by putting his hand under my skirt and fingering my sex. I get very wet there and moved my hips and fanny in time with his jabbing finger, which was moving in and out of my vagina. Then Chuck put his lips to my ear and asked if I ever been kissed down there before? I truthfully told him I hadn't and, no, I wouldn't mind if he kissed me there.
"In seconds he had me stripped naked and was on his knees in front of me while I leaned way back in the chair, like he told me to, and spread my legs wide apart. What he did next was-heavenly.
"He kissed my inner thighs and all around my hairy patch, then gently licked my labia, tongued my clitoris and my vagina, the latter in a way that made me come quick and hard. Then he got up and took off his pants and shorts and showed me his peter. God! It was the biggest peter on a male than I'd ever seen before, rock-hard like a big tree limb. I put my hand on it and it jerked and throbbed to my touch. Its head looked like a giant plum, only redder, and I guess his peter must have been at least ten inches long, or more, from the way it stood out from his body. I also used my other hand effectively on his big hairy balls, and I openly asked him if he thought all of that big dong of his would fit in me. He laughed and assured me it would, providing we took it slow and easy. So I then tugged him towards me and told him I wanted to find out, there and then.
"He obliged me. He took it slow and easy. I guided the big head to my sex and gasped as he gave a slight move that forced it inside. He smiled and waited a bit, then gripped my hips and pushed forward again. This time I felt like a telephone pole was gorging my insides, even felt my hymen break, but, like he said, so long as he took it slow and easy it didn't hurt too bad. But then I got impatient and lunged upward and took all of him in me, which did hurt, but not for very long. Then my sex began to beat like it had a heart in it, and that spread to my fanny, where it got me hotter and made me lunge and buck against him for all I was worth.
"Man, I really loved what he had to offer, and he showed his gratitude by really socking the big thing to me. And suddenly I came again, and so did he for the first time, but he jerked his peter out before he went off in me and shot his load on my belly and cushions of the chair. I felt real foolish and ashamed then, but he held me close and kissed me and said we'd do it lots more times every chance we got to be alone like this. Then we broke apart and got dressed, and he cleaned up the goo he'd squirted on the chair. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and redressed myself. When I returned to the living room, Chuck was reading his magazine, my stereo was playing, and it looked like nothing had ever happened.
"But when Mom came home I could hardly face her. She somehow suddenly looked so old and wrinkled I felt sorry for her and very, very ashamed of myself for what we'd done. I vowed to myself it would never happen again, but that very night, in bed, I got to thinking about what Chuck and I did and masturbated before going to sleep. In the middle of the night I woke up and felt ashamed again and cried some. I even prayed for God to forgive me, and promised Him I'd never pull such a horrible stunt again. But I was lying both to myself and to him, because a few days later, when Mom was out visiting, I went out to the garage where Chuck was working on his car and began sex-teasing him like I'd always done before.
The front of Chuck's khaki pants bulged hard right away, and he took me into the house and made love to me. He stripped me and himself and we went to bed this time, and the way he socked it to me was a hundred times better than the first time in the chair. I told him I loved him and he said he loved me, and from then on, until I met my own husband, Barton Phillips, Chuck and I had sex relations when ever the right time presented itself, which was often.
"As for my husband, Bart, I loved him very much. I figured it was all over now between Chuck and me. But it wasn't. I missed him, and most especially those little sex games we'd enjoyed over the years together. So I called him at work and told him how I felt. We started meeting in secret and doing all the things to each other that we used to do. But it bothered me this time, really played on my nerves. I got so I couldn't eat or sleep very well, and felt blue and depressed all the time. Then one night after Bart and I had finished a hot session of intercourse, I started to cry and cry, and couldn't stop. I blubbered everything out to Bart about Chuck and I, and right away he wanted to call the police, or go and kill Chuck with his bare hands. He told me that Chuck was insane, a sex criminal, and the thought of it scared me so much I panicked, lost complete control. I began screaming how much I loved Chuck and would kill myself if anything bad happened to him. Then I passed out and remember nothing else ... until waking up in the hospital. Mother and Bart seemed to be most sympathetic and understanding, and have stood by me while I've undergone psychiatric therapy."
COMMENT:
The ingredient of empathy is required to initiate every human relationship. This ingredient is necessary to break down inertia and set the machinery of love, friendship, hate, ambivalence, etc., into motion. It is obvious that Cathy provided the needed ingredient for her incestuous relationship with her stepfather. Having received very little or no affection from her real father, she was immediately attracted to her soft-spoken, good-looking, young stepfather.
It is unwise to place the blame on one person in an incestuous relationship-though society ususally places the blame on the adult-where both partners are willing participants. Yet it seems only reasonable in Cathy's case to at least lay the majority of the blame upon her, for she did instigate their affair.
Cathy's IQ was rated slightly below average. Having masturbated fairly regularly, even sometimes excessively, from youth, she was given to libidinous daydreams and wishful sexual fantasies. She was ashamed and conscience stricken, but being a compulsive neurotic
(according to file diagnosis) she was unable to resist teasing her stepfather by flaunting herself. Obviously possessed of exhibitionist-like traits, she received a favorable response from her stepfather, where her real father had failed in giving her the attention and paternal love she so obviously craved.
To this extent, her stepfather, Charles, provided her the father-image and substitute love she was craving, only in the exaggerated manner of being the real thing. Asked whether she had ever actually been sexually stimulated by her real father, despite the fact he had ignored her, she reluctantly admitted she did. "When I would see Daddy kiss Mom, or maybe pat her on the fanny, I used to get this real odd feeling ... in the pit of my stomach ... that one day he would do something like that to me, too. But he never did; he hardly ever even touched me, unless it was following a chewing out in the form of a slap across the face or a spanking on my fanny.
"I used to hate Daddy's voice, especially when he got mad and loud. It scared me. But once when I heard he and Mom arguing in their bedroom, I played with myself and had an orgasm, and didn't feel so scared anymore."
Even though Cathy's case is an extreme one, it is possible she may have never entered into an incestuous affair with her stepfather had her real father given her some of his attention and paternal love.
CHAPTER EIGHT
YOUNG SADIST
Case History
Subject: Peggy Hall, twenty-three, redhead, very attractive, nice figure,; high school education; unmarried; filing clerk for city utilities company.
The following case history, though rare in its specific category, is one where the stepdaughter, Peggy, was the initiator, aggressor and motivator of a five year campaign of incest with her stepfather, Ray Hall. It was an affair of sadistic sexual abuse.
Peggy Hall skipped classes one afternoon at high school, came home and found her stepfather making love to her mother's sister, Becky. Peggy's mother worked, and thus knew nothing of such an affair.
Peggy made for her room, got her Polaroid camera and stealthily crept back to the room where Ray Hall and Becky were sexually engaged. Unseen by the two undulating nude forms on the bed, Peggy took several snapshots, from various angles, each turning out to be crystal clear in erotic detail. Peggy then returned to her room and, while looking at the polaroid prints, masturbated.
Later, after her Aunt Becky had departed, Peggy approached her stepfather with one of the prints, the most erotic one she had taken. Ray Hall, forty-three, a sedate, dignified, sexually frustrated newspaper editor, was terror-stricken. He jerked the photo away from Peggy, but leeringly she told him she had several more equally as good, and that unless he did exactly as she told him from then on, she would show the other prints to her mother.
Charlotte Hall was in her menopause period and had felt a strong aversion against having marital relations with her husband, Ray, for over a year. His wife's sister, Becky, had lost her husband at about that same time, so mutual need and expediency had brought she and her brother-in-law, Ray, together. It was certainly not a commendable expediency on either of their parts, but one can easily imagine the sheer horror Ray Hall felt when confronted with the photographic evidence of such flagrant infidelity. One can also understand why he meekly surrendered to the absurd and sadistic blackmail demand of his stepdaughter, Peggy.
The following interview comprises the five year interlude in which Peggy Hall held her stepfather, Ray, her virtual love-slave.
"I don't see what's such a big deal about all of this, because my stepdad and me have been fucking each other for five years now. And so what? Hell, I didn't invent sex. I just like to play the game.
"Besides, Ray, my stepdad, wasn't getting any from my mother, so I figure I did him a real favor by letting him fuck me as long as he did. And like I told you, it all started when I came home from school that day.
"There, in the bedroom, fucking up a storm are my stepdad and my Aunt Becky, Mother's, sis. My old man was really riding my aunt high, wide and handsome that afternoon, and his old cock made slurping sounds as it lunged in and out of my aunt's snatch. Add to this sound the sounds of love they made, and man-it was a real swinging love-in!
"I ran to my room and got my camera, and without Ray or Aurft Becky seeing or hearing me, I took six pictures of them fucking. Each picture came out real clear and nice, and from just the right angle to see both who they were, and how much they liked it. Then I returned to my room and got so hot looking at the pictures, I fingered myself off in fast order.
"Later, when no one's in the house but the two of us, I take one of the photos to where Ray is and show it to him. And man, talk about coming unglued! Wowie! He liked to've flipped his wicket. He grabs the print outta my hand and tears it up, and is ready to beat my butt, when I politely tell him I have five more pictures-some even better than the one he tore up-, and that if he don't do exactly what I tell him to, that I'm going to give the prints to Mother. And then the shit would really hit the old fan!
"Ray begged me to give him the other five snapshots of him and Aunt Becky, but I just laugh in his face. 'Fuck you, too,' I told him. 'I got you over a barrel, Pop. and, unless you do what I want-you've had it, but good.
"With kind of a long, tired sigh, and nod of his head, Ray asked me what I wanted him to do. So I told him that for one thing I wanted him to go down on me; eat me. Man, that really bugged him, too! He almost got teary-eyed pleading for me to be a good girl and not think of or say such things; but I laughed in his face, and told him if he didn't eat me, Mother would have the prints in the morning. Then his ass would be mud. I also told him I knew that he wasn't getting any from my mother, and why, and that he would like having it from me because I was a better piece of tail than my mother was, anyway. And I could prove it right there and then....
"He was sitting in this easy-chair in the living room, and I knew the coast would be clear for what I had in mind, because Mother worked until five and right then it wasn't quite two p.m. So, I stood up close in front of him and made a sexy production of taking off my skirt. The panties I had on were of the peek-a-boo kind, and right away I saw his eyes get wide as they dropped to my cunt, and he started to lick his lips. Then I wiggled my hips sexily and made another torrid production of stepping out of my panties. I flung them right in Ray's face, and his Adam's apple about went berserk!
"He asked me why I was doing this, didn't I know that having incestual relation was considered one of the biggest of all sins. I just laughed and told him that sure I knew all that, but that I knew he wanted to have me as badly as I wanted him, and, that I knew he couldn't knock me up because he'd been fixed. He asked me how I knew so much, and I told him I'd heard my Mother telling another lady that one day, only they hadn't known I was listening to them. I also told him that after he'd fucked me, he could spank me for being naughty. 'After all,' I told him, 'you're my daddy, and daddies have to spank their little girls when they're bad, right?' He shook his head in the negative, but I could tell by the bulge in the front of his pants that he was thinking positive.
"I moved in real close to him, then, and reached down and unzipped his fly. Before he could offer any real protest-which he didn't-I had his cock out and was stroking it, and he leaned back in the chair and moaned and groaned and closed his eyes and ... plain enjoyed it. I kept pumping his rod until it was about the size of a giant-sized cucumber and throbbing like it was gonna pop any second. So I stop pumping it, and right away he opens his eyes and it's damned plain how disappointed he is.
"I wink and tell him not to fret. I turn around, spread my legs wide, ease backward and down ... and settle on his lap, facing away from him, with all his big cock up in me. It feels wonderful, and I clenched my muscles on him until he started to jerk his legs and groan. Then I reached down and caressed his balls with both hands ... until muscles stood out along his inner thighs as his cock swelled like a telephone pole inside me. And just when he thinks it's time to get his jollies off, I ease off his big prick and stand up.
"Ray actually looked like a little boy about to cry, he was so frustrated and disappointed. He even asked me if I intended to tease him or let him go in me, and I smiled and told him I'd give him the best ball-draining of his life ... if he'd eat me off first.
"Again, he tries to stand on his virtue, and again I threaten to blackmail him with the prints if he doesn't do what I say. And down on me he comes, as if someone had suddenly knocked his legs out from under him. He pushes my legs even wider apart, and right for my groove comes his face and long, stiff tongue!
"He sort of kissed my twat at first, using just the end of his tongue. But after he tasted me, he became ravenous and went to town, kind of like a kitten licking up a dish of warm milk. He looked ridiculous doing it to me, but man-did he ever know how! In just minutes, I got off my jollies, even a second time before he finally quit. Then I let him throw the meat to me, and he fucks me like I've never been fucked before. I mean, man, he shoved that prong of his all the way up to my uterus, and then in and out he moves it until I'm damned near as wild with joy as he is. Just as I'm getting my jollies for the third time, he gets his for the first; and we go off together, way inside me. He comes and comes, like a fire hose squirting its last dreggings, and then he's finished and so am I. We lay together, clutched tight, until our fires die down a bit. Then he whispers how much he loves me, how much he liked fucking me, and how he hoped I liked it like he did, as well.
"I fool him. I say, 'Okay, dum-dum, now you're going to give your naughty stepdaughter a good, hard spanking. She's been a bad little pervert and deserves a real pounding by her daddy!'
"And he actually shocks the hell out of me, then. I figure he's too squeamish, too chicken, to spank me and would balk at the thought of it. But, hell no. He takes off his belt, gets a meaner-than-hell look on his face, and proceeds to pound the hell out of my ass and backs of my thighs.
"I can't explain why, but when I get whacked like that it's like a finger was up my snatch, working hard, in and out. The harder the blows get, the hotter I get, until I come and cry with pain, and come some more, and then just burst into plain old tears and sobs.
"But poor Ray didn't know this, and when I started carrying on he started to quit hitting me, so I had to fly at him, scratching and kicking, so he'd get mad and fling me across the bed and really wail the hell outta me. All the time he's strapping me, he's looking at my cunt from the back-end, and thinking plenty while he hits me with his belt.
""There, you goddam sinning little bitch!', Ray snarls at me. 'Now you gonna mind? Hah? Now-?' ... and each time he's landing his belt harder and making me work up to another orgasm. Then I somehow, through the tears and blubberings, manage to tell him hell no I'm not going to behave, and he can kill me before I'll let him off the hook with those prints I took of he and Aunt Becky.
""Lousy little sinning bitch!' he hurls at me, and hits my already striped ass and thigh-backs some more. But by now the pain is wonderful, numbing, and I'm having another gigantic climax. Then I turn around to look at him, and see he's got a big hard-on, and looks ridiculous with his angry look, belt in right hand, and cock sticking out like a flagpole.
"'Daddy!' I cry out, and fling my arms around his hips. 'Please, Daddy-beat me, if you must-but love me, too! I ... I couldn't stand it if you didn't love me!' With that I bring my hands around to his big cock and start working it real nice with one hand, while my other hand caresses and tickles his big, hairy balls. Ray, ironically, tries to scold me, but he does such a lousy job of it I almost laugh out loud. Instead, however, I made him lay back on the bed, helped him take off his pants and jockeyshorts, all the way off, then I lay across his waist and dropped my mouth down to his hard, throbbing cock.
"I hadn't actually sucked a guy off before, but I'd come close to it and had also seen dirty pictures and read about oral love enough, so that I thought I knew just what to do. I kissed the head of Ray's cock and ran my tongue around the ring of hard flesh where he was circumcised. He let out a funny sound and started stroking my hair. I knew now he liked what I was doing, and I found that I like the taste of him, as well. I began running my tongue around the head of his prick and letting the tip work into the little hole at the very end. I also tried some other tricks since he responded favorably to my every movement.
"I let my tongue lick all the way down his cock to his balls, and then I would gently, tenderly, take one ball into my mouth and suck, and then the other, alternating, while my hand stroked his ever-loving, hard, pounding cock. Then I worked back up his cock with tongue and lips, and let my hands caress his wet balls, as my mouth fastened over the big, plum-like head and started sucking. He uttered moans and groans of real pleasure, his belly bloated with tension, and his thigh and calve muscles began to twitch and tremble.
"I was pretty damned proud of myself the way I could steam him up like that, and every time he got ready to hit the last lap to get his jollies off, I would back off let him rest while I caressed him, always smiling, and, when he could take no more, I went back to work on again. Only this time I would scratch his ass with my long nails, rake then over his inner thighs, ever so lightly, then suck his cock like a vacuum cleaner about to go out of style ... until he hit a certain peak ... when I'd back off again and start the whole routine all over.
"I honest to God had Ray begging me to relieve him. His face was sweatty, as was his body, and he literally trembled all over from the terrible tension I'd built up in him. True, he could've gone off any time he wanted to, like the average guy would have done, but not him, not my stepdad. I'd watched him fuck Mother and Aunt Becky too many times to know he prided himself in his ability to hold on, and then give it all he had until he was drained-dry. So I knew his limits and intended to make him pop his rocks before-not when-he wanted to.
"Up and down I move my mouth on his cock, all the way to his pubic hairs going down, up to the hard rim below the head. I sucked hard and long, and each time squeezed his balls. I felt him shudder and shake, and go tense. I felt his hand on my head, felt the fingers tangle in my hair as he pulled me down, hard, until the head of his rod mashed against the back of my throat. Then he popped his nuts, all at once, before he's ready to, and the effort takes everything out of him and makes his cock go soft in my mouth.
"That's about the whole story, really, except that during the next five years of our little private 'deal,' we fucked in about every position known and ate each other the same way. But finally Ray got that pang of conscience again, and this time it was so strong he told Aunt Becky about us, and my photos which I used to blackmail him with, and Aunt Becky, despite how it might hurt my mother, told her anyway.
"Mother had me examined, after she had Ray arrested and committed, and the doctor said I need a protracted treatment, that I had some kind of kookie psychosis. So, here I am in this place, and I hate it ... where they put me ... with all the women. One of them keeps me from going stir-crazy, however, as she ... ah ... likes to lick my groove. I lick her, too, so all in all the two of us get along real well."
COMMENT:
Peggy Hall possesses nearly every one of the sado-masochistic traits known. The fact that she achieved orgasm from being beaten (masochism), does not mitigate her sadistic predilections one bit.
She was twenty-two when the interview was held and she is still being held for further treatment. An attractive girl, she seemed determined to make a bad impression of herself. While this writer and the psychiatrist talked to her, she sat slouched, picked at her nails, even picked her nose, and used blunt, often vulgar language when answering our questions.
Surprisingly enough, Peggy's IQ is a very high average. However, her attitude is pugnacious, aggressive, and often times downright hostile. She tends to utilize masculine metaphors when describing a particular, even in which sex was involved and admits to having felt envious of boys (penis envy) from the time she was a small girl.
Peggy said she wished she'd been born a male, because of the freedoms they have that a female does not have, and the fact they can copulate without fear of being impregnated, or considered a tramp or an outcast. "Guys have it made," Peggy said. "They can stick their cocks into any clean snatch and get away with it. No babies; no messy monthly pads or fusses; more money; more fun; he's considered a real heroic cocksman when he makes over ten to twelve girls; whereas a girl is called a filthy slut, which isn't fair at all. For a fact, Mr. Brandt, a girl's fucked from the very day she's born!"
Peggy wanted to be a male, she envied males their independence and freedom, so she dominated, out of her own convenience, Ray Hall, her stepfather-and became partly male herself in the process.
She denigrated and demeaned her stepfather physically, mentally, verbally and spiritually; by making him intellectually inferior (coercing him to perform cunnilingus on her while kneeling in front of her), she became more of a man than he was. She displays no remorse or shame for her actions; to that extent the psychotic diagnosis is most likely a more accurate summation.
When will Peggy Hall be released into society again, to try to regain her status as a woman and live a normal, healthy life? Not even the psychiatrist can answer that one. "It will be up to Peggy to overcome the transformation holding her," the doctor told me. "Other than that, only God can be judge of her eventual outcome."
CHAPTER NINE
SICK PATTERN
Case History
Subject: Kurt Bonner, thirty-seven previously married to four women with daughters, divorced after seducing each of daughters; account executive; high income bracket; personable, good-looking, well-groomed and a lady-charmer.
Kurt Bonner boldly claims he loved all four of his former wives very deeply, but that after indulging his compulsion to make love to their daughters, he was horrified by his acts of sexual incest and could no longer bear the thought of being married.
The events of each of Bonner's marriages followed a remarkably similar pattern. First, he courted and fell in love with a widow, all four were widows, who had a teenaged daughter, and married her. Second, with steady persistence and an amazing amount of boldness which belied a great amount of patience, he campaigned to seduce his stepdaughters. Three, he prided himself in never once having to use force to seduce his stepdaughters. Four, he was able to plan things in such a manner that each stepdaughter came willingly to give herself to him, not vice versa.
How Kurt Bonner accomplished his incestuous seduction of four charming and beautiful teenaged stepdaughters is told in the following case h-stories: involving himself and Sandra Lee, the daughter of his last wife.
"A fellow like myself can easily be found fictionalized in Nabokov's Lolita, and the tribulations of Humbert Humbert, lead character in the book, certainly run a parallel with mine.
"Research has definitely assured me that my nature is not that of the pedophile, however, and for that tiny blessing I am contritely grateful. My four lovely stepdaughters, God bless them, have all ranged in age from fifteen to nineteen, and I felt not the slightest compunction performing with the fifteen year old until she was nearly seventeen.
"Age, I am inclined to believe, had little or nothing whatever to do with my predilection; rather I think it was a deviate need to steal the body and soul of a female from the sanctity of maternalism. I loved each of my former wives deeply and passionately, but their nubile offspring seemed nothing less than an incarnate extension of themselves, and to possess my wives completely, to own them, I had also to own their flesh-and-blood creations.
"I had absolutely no choice whatever in the matter; to resist my compelling urges would have been as difficult as to resist trying to breathe. Consciously, I felt the utmost loathing for my perversion; nevertheless, I am compelled to overrule my loathing so that I may feel it ten-fold, es post-facto. To know one's self to be a masochist may, I have considered, be the ultimate form of masochism-though psychology instructs me that such self-knowledge is improbable, adding, in the same didatic breath, that no true dichotomy exists between the sadistic and masochistic temperaments.
"I am now free of my self-destroying taint through the simple and obvious expedient of remaining a bachelor. But, though recrudesence is both mortifying and painful, I shall now attempt to reconstruct, in miniature, the despodic seduction on my part of Marsha Travis' daughter, Eileen.
"Marsha was my last wife. I have been assured that the true identities of my wife, my stepdaughter and myself will not be brought forth in any paper or treatise-but I have also taken the precaution of insisting that their assurance be guaranteed in writing. Those of your reading audience, Mr. Brandt, who will undoubtedly be shocked by the admissions to follow, are advised that my shock and disgust were as persistent at all times as one's own conscience.
"Marsha Travis' father was Irish, her mother Danish; Marsha was a hot-blooded blend of Irish, plus a bit of Spanish, and her sanguinity of temperment contrasted with her poise and outward manner in ways that I found charming and utterly irresistible. She had jet-black hair and the fairest of complexions; she was amorously responsive and yet also reserved, as if wary of releasing the full tide of her pent-up emotions.
"Marsha's daughter, Eileen, was a replica of her mother, but born of a more demonstrative and less inhibited generation, her warmth lay much closer to the surface and was subsequently more spontaneous. With the habits of three marital failures behind me, as well as affairs de incest, helplessly possessed by my assidious addiction, I found myself, for the fourth time, patiently clearing the ground and laying the foundations for both my marriage and seduction of my lovely stepdaughter.
"Without drawing an iota of love, consideration, attention or adoration from my beautiful and unsuspecting wife, I nonetheless, as if spilling over with the fore mentioned emotions, began to seduce-so very deft, discreetly-my equally lovely and unsuspecting stepdaughter. Eileen, obviously missing the masculine comforts as well as security afforded her by her deceased real father who had succumbed of a heart seizure at thirty-six, was palpably fertile soil for my odious project. It was apparent to me from the beginning that I would be able to initiate certain persuasive techniques more quickly. Still, it was a slow and painstaking process, and such were the demanding eccentricities of my compulsion that they could tolerate no possible setback, much less even consider defeat.
"My methods, by now, were well established; each had worked to perfection before; I was smugly certain they would, in a relatively brief time, work their subtle alchemy upon Eileen to the effect that she would make it very plain that she desired me sexually.
"My modus-operande, with slight variations, depending upon Eileen's vulnerability, consisted of many subtle flatteries, small favors and attentions and, this above all-suggestive conversation.
"At the outset, I am attentive in thousands of small ways: polite, considerate, well-mannered, gallant, lightly affectionate, emphatic, amenable, sympathetic to her many attitudes and idiosyncracies. Then, when I judged the time to be ripest, never once lessening my ardor for my beautiful wife in any fashion, I begin to strengthen my rapport proceedings-I establish a greater liaison and degree of personal compatibility between Eileen and myself; I cause her to lean and depend on me as a man, rather than a paternal image. This is done by my becoming, so to speak, buddies with her; by instilling confidence in her so that she freely shares her aspirations and little secrets with me; by building a camaraderie between us that soon persuades her to lower her feminine guard and accept me as a peer; byingratiating myself, as it were, into the very cadence and rhythms of her libido.
"My stepdaughter(s) would generally open up to me during this period; Eileen would admit, for example, that she sometimes feels sexually drawn towards certain people: movie stars, popular singers or entertainers. Or perhaps if I suggested that she, her mother and I go for a long walk and picnic in the country, or something else similar, she will have no reluctance in instantly informing me that she is in her menses.
"My next step in the campaign of seducing my stepdaughters) is one of paramount importance; the techniques used are excrutiatingly subtle. Every nuance of attitude here is of incalculable importance. For it is this period which marks the beginning of the end.
"I warm up to it like a musician, playing each delicate chord by ear, feeling the excitement of impending success growing within me like a tumor but controlling the temptation to operate ... like a surgeon, who waits for his patients to be strong enough to undergo an operation. I begin to speak of things sexual-not of sex-to imply sensuality, to etherealize and sublimate passion so that to be without it is to be forlorn and without spirit or grace. Never laboring my points, always generalizing, and with feather-like brush strokes, I nevertheless begin to breathe the heavy vapors of sensuality into her consciousness continually and with deadly accuracy and tact. I never let up once this stage has been set.
"I may wax comparatively silent at times, or I may retreat a hair's breath if I sense any confusion or restlessness on her part. But from this point on I never digress more than a shade or two from my relentless forward movement. And victory, if I may be forgiven such a dramatic note, inevitably comes quite unexpectedly, which is to say in my experience, Eileen has in every case made it crystal clear to me, when I least expected it, that she was ready to join me for the first act of our sexual (incestual) play. And I will now attempt to relive that first sex-act with my dear, sweet, passionate Eileen....
"My wife, Marsha, and Eileen were, I thought, swimming at a next door neighbor's pool. I was busily engaged outlining a new advertising campaign for my company, rather carelessly picking away at my typewriter in the study, my mind half on Eileen and half on my work, when I suddenly heard her whisper my name: 'Dearest Kurt.' Then, coming quickly up behind me, she placed both hands gently over my eyes, tittered lightly and whispered: 'I want you to make love to me, Daddy. Kurt, dearest. I want you to really turn on and love me. I want you to fuck me, and I want to fuck you back. You will, won't you, Daddy? Kurt, dearest? Please?'
"I turned to look at her. She was wearing a silk Japanese kimono I had given her as a present. It was fully open in front, and my first full, unobstructed look at her full, upturned and very mature breasts, plus her dark inverted vee of silky womanhood, made the blood rush to my head. I felt both woozily and dizzily delighted. I had triumphed again! Eileen was mine; I could do as I pleased with her; she was now gazing at me with both love and lust in her azure blue eyes. This was my moment of victory! She wanted me to fuck her, and indeed I would do just that! For a moment I savoured the thought with monumental joy and pleasure.
"I smiled lovingly at Eileen, and said, 'When did you decide ... definitely know ... you wanted me to fuck you ... my dear?' Never before had my victory been so complete as to have any of my stepdaughters use such four-lettered obscenity-but I knew it was wise to reply to Eileen in her own style, thus giving her the reassurance of my acceptance she needed.
"She squinted thoughtfully, and replied, 'It's been growing in me for a long time, Daddy, dearest. Like a kind of pressure ... itch.. just for you. Enough to assure me positively that I'm in love with you, and I'm not even especially sorry for Mother, having said it. I mean ... and I don't exactly know why ... I don't feel ashamed of myself one bit. No, before you say, anything, I want to tell you something else, too. I ... I'm not a virgin, Daddy, dearest. I've had sex twice before, with a boy I thought I was crazy about. But now I know I'm not crazy about him at all; that you are the one I truly love, am head over heels crazy about! Oh, please, Daddy ... Kurt, dearest ... make love to me-all the way, violent love! Please? Now!'
"Victory was mine and it was indeed almost unbearably sweet. But sweet as it was, I had learned how to make it even sweeter. My campaign to get Eileen had been won through sheer patience. To be still more patient now, when the ramparts were wiped away and the victory was mine, would be a stroke of sexual genius!
"To employ a feminine wile-to tease her-and then withdraw, but out of tender consideration and thoughtfulness, would be my master stroke of sexual genius; my chef a" oeuvre. Thus I bent forward lightly and kissed her young delicious breasts and gently worked erect nipple between my teeth. She gasped with pleasure. I reached down and ever so lightly, gently, ran my forefinger up and down her labia as though fingering a mandolin. But just as her pelvis began an undulating gyration, and she was groaning and moaning through gritted teeth, I stopped, half-frowned, half-smiled, and said, 'Your good mother might just decide to pop in on us unannounced at any moment, my dear, thus I think it wiser to wait until we can definitely be alone together. I realize it's a torment for you; and rest assured it is likewise for me. But we must be discreet, my precious; we must, whether we care to or not, adhere to the elements of decency. Tomorrow ... when your mother does her routine half day of Saturday shopping ... will be very appropriate. I shall remain in my bedroom waiting for you; my darling. For certain, we'll both fuck each other to our heart's content ... and I'll also show you other sex pleasures-pleasures that both you and I were made to enjoy. Go now, my precious, lest we make the fatal mistake by obeying our emotions rather than our good sense. But don't fail me tomorrow, or I shall be furious."
"Imagine if you can the emotions, the anxiety, I felt the following morning while waiting for Eileen to come to my bedroom. My temples were throbbing; I was seized with a type of vertigo, with the head-twirling sensation of unreality that, with me precedes the culmination of all my efforts. My penis was as hard and rigid as stone; it had become so gorged with blood as to be nearly petrified, ready as a well-conditioned athlete to perform arduously and enduringly, to render punishment and pleasure and to give no quarter until the passion that had turned it to stone had wearied and turned it to human flesh again.
"When Eileen did arrive in my bedroom, she was flushed and panting, just as I knew she would be. She was all atremble, and her blue eyes were swimming in tears, as I knew would be the case. And she was speechless, as I hoped she would be, at least for a time. She was wearing her kimono, the same one she had on the day before, and she was naked underneath it. And I, too, was naked.
"Her eyes, after briefly meeting mine, dropped to my penis; I smiled and tightened my groin muscles, making it raise like an extended arm. Mutely, her eyes shining in adoration, she walked over to where I was standing, lowered reverently to her knees in front of me, opened her mouth wide, closed it over the head of my penis, and slid it a good way down into her slender, young throat.
"I reeled slightly, then steadied myself and brought my hands up to rest lightly on her red hair. She moaned deliriously, then took more of my organ into her mouth until her lips surrounded the very root of it. I looked down at her. Her eyes were half-closed and fluttering, her cheeks deeply dimpled from the suction she was applying to my member. Then she lifted one precious small hand and gently cupped my fist-tight scrotum, lolling her tongue around my penis as she did so and tugging on it with the instinctive skill of a hungry calf. I reached down and, with thumb and forefinger, teasingly pinched and pulled at her hard nipples; they felt like nail-heads, I could feel her heart beating wildly beneath the left one.
"She was consummate. With a talent born of desire and pride, she sucked and lolled my penis, massaged my scrotum as though caressing the heart of life itself, moving with varying lip pressures to the very tip, then swiftly reabsorbing my hot-headed tumesence to its hirsute hilt. Then exerting a bit of gentle pressure on her head with my hands, I stopped her, and with a tortured sigh she arose to her feet. I smiled and told her not to despair, that we would so continue the nicities on my bed, but in a sixty-nine type of position wherein we could both share each other's thrills and experience mutual climaxes together.
"On the bed I whispered, 'I want you to lie down, and, while you are engaged sucking me off, I want you to wash my face and mouth with your sex.' To which she frowned, and for the first time said, 'You mean you want to suck my pussy, Daddy?' As I reclined I smiled and replied, 'No, my dear. I want your pussy to suck my mouth!'
"We assumed the version of the sixty-nine I liked best: she atop me, straddling my face, bent forward and down where she could suck my penis while I, in turn, sucked her. And there it was, the apex of my seige, the asylum of my perverse project-pressed ardently against my mouth, in unconditional surrender. And my penis engulfed deep in her throat, being sucked on like a popsicle, giving me one delightful sensation after the other with her every move. Ah, pleasure's narrow asylum!
"The genitals that my wife had earlier created and had in turn forced in agony from her own genitals. The soft, palpitating, plantular red lips that armies fought and died for. I had it licked, to say the least!
"I breathed in its fetid and noxious odors, its trenchant effluvia, like one who has been existing in a scentless void and I gently explored every pink-petaled fold and passage in its luscious labyrinth. As she sucked and siphoned me, I did likewise to her, gulping her throat-soothing libations in a perfect frenzy of thirst. And then ... it was time.
"I groaned and heaved upward with my hips; she moaned and mashed harder down on my head with her hips. I felt my sperm leap in hot spurts into her mouth, felt her hands squeeze my testicles while her mouth sucked, until I was drained-dry to my backbone. Likewise, I sucked ravenously at her fluids and within moments, every nook and cranny of her genitals were in the spasms of cliihax. I slid my tongue deeply in and waved its tip like a flag, and her middle lobes quivered against it. I so wallowed there, and her pleasure was fully achieved before we halted.
"Next came comparative normalcy: the endless sexual positions and grotesque configurations of sexual intercourse. Her genitals writhed and manipulated my penis like the merciless fingers of a mascular masseuse. She rode me, her buttocks and haunches driving and pounding with a naive lack of full coordination. And she squealed her pleasure constantly, like a rabbit in the jaws of a predator, reaching high C Whenever my thrusts gained impetus of viciousness. And when, at times, she gained control of her lolling tongue to articulate, she urgently and pleading chanted the same obscene refrain: 'Fuck me, Daddy! Ohh-fuck me, Fuck Me!'
"Encouraged and inflamed even further by her obscene imprecations, I responded admirably-I reached, so to speak, for even more than shoving it up and in her, as if to hammer the furtherest membrane of her uterus. She gnashed her teeth when I did this, and only the whites of her eyes showed; so out of fear for her sanity, I shortened my lunges and rode her high to titillate her tightly clenched clitoris. She hit the high C note again, and held it, like a soprano gone mad. Moments later she was ravaged by her first coital climax, and no words can herewith describe the contortions of her young, pretty face, or the sheer animal-like bleatings her spasms evoked.
"When she was in her middle throes, I ejaculated. How shall I describe it? Vast quantities of my semen disgorged and fully inundated her clenching channel of love while, simultaneously, her juices co-mingled with mine, resulting in a generous residue being spilled on my bed. While I was climaxing, to feel the sudden ineffable self-loathing and depression that always accompanies me in the wake of sexual satiation. But I keep on, however, after a brief and chastened rest. My always still willing and ardent stepdaughter and I ran still another deviant course, and then another; but each ring of the curtain finds me lower ... lower ... lower. And then I am finished and my marriage, in the interim, has died an unnatural death. I am lost and alone, faced with the dreaded task of telling my shocked and bewildered wife that I want to divorce her, and with the necessity of disillusioning my victimized and infatuated stepdaughter by deserting her without so much as a final word of explanation."
COMMENT:
That Kurt Bonner virtually destroys himself if he abandons his loyalty to reality and yields to impulses contrary to natural laws or social standards, seems obvious in the above case. If such a departure from the normal is so extreme, if the impulses are so powerful as to escape all inhibition and express themselves in a chaotic, disorganized fashion without regard to any reality, we have what is medically termed a psychosis and legal insanity. These terms, particularly the latter, imply that as a matter of common knowledge these conditions represent a state and degree of helplessness such that, despite the offensiveness, the aggressiveness, society tolerates such individuals without retaliation and seeks only to protect itself by placing them under a quarantine.
Kurt Bonner is obviously an extremely well-educated and highly sensitive individual; he has, due to his sensitivity, retreated into the pseudo-security of schizophrenic psychosis. Once his objective is achieved, he loses his wife, his stepdaughter, his tranquility and self-respect. Once purged, his self-mortification is compounded by making him feel unworthy of his wife. He then divorces her and the cycle of his psychotic compulsion is complete, and ready to begin anew.
Bonner states that he is free of his "self-destructive taint now through the most simple expedient of permanently remaining a bachelor." It is interesting to note, however, that he vowed never to marry again after each of the three marriages that preceded the above case history. There is, therefore, every reason to believe that he will again repeat his self-mortifying cycle in the near future.
Bonner's reason for choosing widows instead of divorcees is perfectly clear. The daughter-a teenager, especially-of a widow feels more bereaved and fatherless than the daughter of a divorcee, who may actually feel antipathetic toward her father because of his ill treatment of her mother. His self-diagnosis-that he desires self-mortification-shows Bonner to be extraordinarily perceptive; the diagnosis, however, is a gross oversimplification and is about as archaic as Bonner's penchant for outmoded adjectives.
Note: Bonner's case history was not taken from a tape but was actually written by Bonner himself (also a self-professed writer). It contains a good deal of sheer narrative exaggeration. Bonner was allowed interviews with me and his case-worker at an Ohio institution; he is now no longer an inmate there, but does visit three days out of every month for psychoanalysis treatment.
CHAPTER TEN
FREE LIFE
Case History
Subject: Anita Black, Twenty-three brunette, petite and attractive; high school dropout; practices prostitution.
"When I was a kid of twelve, I used to like to take real long walks ... way off where there was no one around to bother me. I used to like to watch the trees and grass grow, birds fly and little animals of all kinds scamper about in the woods. I loved being alone, sitting under a tree in the woods, on the bank beside a stream, or on a big rock at the beach, watching the waves lap at the sand. I loved poetry, even liked to write it, and when I was walking by myself, I carried my book of poems and felt real close to nature like that.
"My Mother was always worried that I was a lonely little girl, but it wasn't like that at all. You just can't be very lonely with Shelly, Keates, or Elizabeth Browning along with you for company.
AUTHOR: It is my understanding, Anita, that you actually began your present "occupation" when, at the age of fifteen, your stepfather raped you. Is that true?
ANITA: Yeah. That's right. I was a nice kid until my stepdad decided to have a go at me.
AUTHOR: Could you detail the events leading up to your being raped, your reactions?
ANITA: Sure. Why not? Hell, I have nothing to hide. Not now.
AUTHOR: Fine. Just tell me what happened, exactly as you can recall it. Had your stepfather made any advances toward you prior to his raping you?
ANITA: No, none that I recall. At least none that I understood to be advances. Actually, I tried everything I could think of to please my stepdad, but he didn't seem to give a damn whether I lived or died. Shortly after he married Mother, his union called a strike and he was thrown out of work, automatically. It wasn't bad at first, having him underfoot around the house every day, but after awhile it started getting on my nerves, as well as my mother's.
"After he'd been out of work for about a month, he started drinking pretty heavily. He had no idea when the strike would end, when he could work again. It seems there was a law in the union rulebook that forbid members of the union to work while out on strike, else they would lose points and subsistance allowance, stuff like that. So my stepdad obeyed the rules, remained unemployed, and drank like a fish to drown his sorrows.
"Mother went to work to help make ends meet, so we never had supper until around nine o'clock every night. I'd take long walks and stay out of the house until about eight. Then I'd come home and clean up and start getting supper ready for when Mother came home.
"This one afternoon it was raining, raining hard. It always rains long and hard in Tennessee, sometimes for a whole week without letup. Anyway, it had been raining for a couple of days real steady, so I had to stay in the house when I came home from shcool. My stepdad was drinking pretty heavily, as usual, so I stuck to my room. Come to think of it, I guess both of us were nervous, kind of like being cooped up in jail what with the rain and all.
"Anyway, this one afternoon, my stepdad came into my room. I was lying on the floor reading-I love to he on the floor and read-and he sat down on the edge of my bed and started talking to me. He was pretty drunk, though, and didn't make too much sense.
Author: Specifically, what did he talk about?
Anita: Oh, he asked me how I was doing in school; how I was coming along with my studies, jazz like that. But when I started to answer, he'd changed the subject and ask something else. His mind seemed to be wandering, or something.
Author: Was any of his talk along the lines of sex?
Anita: Uh-huh. He asked me about my boy friends and what we did when I went out on dates with them. He got pretty nasty; at least it was nasty to me at that time. Now, it wouldn't bother me at all.
Author: You say he said "nasty" things. What, specifically?
Anita: Oh, you know. He wanted to know if I'd ever let a boy feel me up, or if I'd ever felt a boy's hard-on; if I'd ever been laid by a boy. I told him I hadn't, that I was still a good girl, a virgin, but he didn't act like he believed me. He asked me if I made the boys happy when I sexually satisfied them; he even asked me how I satisfied them if I didn't have intercourse with them. In other words, he wanted to know if I gave any of them blow-jobs, fucked them, or just jacked them off. It was like I was a prisoner or something, getting the third degree. He was practically shouting at me.
Author: What did you do?
Anita: I was scared to death. I finally admitted I had jacked-off one boy and had blown another; both in the balcony of the local theater, where it was real dark and private.
Author: You told your stepfather that, hed to him to keep him from questioning you any further?
Anita: I ... ah ... told him the truth Mr. Brandt.
Author: I see. Okay, what did he say then?
Anita: Nothing for a while. He just kind of smiled at me. I thought he'd blow his stack and beat hell outta me, but all he did was just sit there and smile at me. Then he started telling me how frustrated he was with my mother, how she wouldn't jack him off, suck him, even get into bed with him. He was feeling sorry for himself, and left to make himself another drink. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was all over, but I was wrong. I was just starting to read my book again, when he returned.
Author: How long was he gone before he returned?
Anita: Oh, not over ten, fifteen minutes at the most.
Author: What did he say and do when he came back?
Anita: He didn't say anything for a long time; he just sat there, staring at me and kind of mumbling something I didn't understand. Then, suddenly, he reached down and grabbed hold of me and yanked me to my feet. He told me to take all of my clothes off, and to make it snappy.
"I was so scared I didn't know what else to do but obey him. Besides, he had hold of my arm, so there wasn't much else I could do except take off all my clothes. And from then on, it ... it was a nightmare!
Author: Look, Anita, if it bothers you too much to tell me what happened right now, why not wait a while? I'm a patient guy, and I do want a detailed account of what happened.
Anita: Oh, it doesn't bother me to talk about it now, Mr. Brandt. I think it only really bothered me then, because I was so frightened.
"Anyway, when I finally had all of my clothing off, he held me by the wrist, out from him, and stared at my naked body. Then he started feeling me up, running his hot, eager hands all over me, and saying things like 'Man, what a nice ass ... What nice titties you got ... That's a perfect pussy, nice and soft and hot. . Jazz like that, for several minutes.
AUTHOR: Did he arouse you sexually, feeling your body like that?
ANITA: Hell, no. The only thing I was, was scared! I kept wishing my mother would suddenly come home early, but she didn't....
AUTHOR: What happened next?
ANITA: The sonofabitch asked me to-to give him a blow-job. 'Come on, 'Nita, baby, suck your Daddy's big cock and make him feel good, just like you did that boy in the balcony at the picture show!' he told me. But I wouldn't do it. Oh, I admit, if I'd given him a blow-job, it might have satisfied him and he might have left me alone. But I didn't, because I was too scared, and because he disgusted me, so he kept right after me.
"He got mad, real mad. He said, 'You'll suck any damned little boy's cock who asks you to, but you won't even suck your own Daddy's! You're no better than your damned mother!' That's when he started slapping me and twisting my arm, forcing me down on my knees to do it, anyway. He got me down on my knees, unzipped his pants and took out his big cock and waved it near my face. It was an ugly looking rod, big and hard, red and filled with blue and purple veins. Its head was big and purple and ugly, too. I remember that at the time how I thought men all had ugly sex organs, and how his was ugliest of them all!
"Then he drew me forward and shoved his cock at my mouth, but I held my lips tight together. He really got mad, then. He picked me up and threw me down on the bed. He said: 'Okay, Miss Priss, if you won't blow me, I'll give you the fucking you'll never forget!'
AUTHOR: He then raped you?
ANITA: (Nodding, no reply).
AUTHOR: Did you try to resist him?
ANITA: Hell, yes, I tried. As much as I could. I tried to hit or scratch him, but he held my wrists solid and pinned me down on the bed. I tried to cross my legs, but he shoved his knee between them and hurt me until I spread them wide to him. Then he used his weight against my thighs and I ... I couldn't move.
"He was about as strong as a bull, and slung like a stud-horse. His was the first real man's cock I'd ever seen before, and I'm not exaggerating when I say it must've been ten inches long and nearly two inches around. It was-huge!
"He tried twice to get the head of his cock into my cunt, but each time I writhed and moved away. But then he shifted a bit, held me even harder as he reared back, found my cunt and shoved all of his cock up inside me. It hurt so bad I started to cry and scream, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and kept fucking me anyway. And he was so right-he gave me the fucking I'll never-ever-forget! Not until the day I die.
AUTHOR: Did he hurt you badly; internally, that it?
ANITA: God, Mr. Brandt, he hurt me all over! But he didn't hurt me seriously, if that's what you mean, other than to break my hymen and nearly split me apart. And after he shot off his load in me, he did other things to me, too.
AUTHOR: Do you want to tell me about the other things?
ANITA: Sure. Why not? I'll feel better, once I get it all off my chest. Any way, after he finished fucking me regular, he pulls out his cock and flips me over on my stomach. Then he roots around until suddenly I realize he's shoving his cock into my ass!
"Again, I try to get away from him, but again he holds me solid. I cry and scream as his big cock goes up my ass, but he shoves my face into the pillow and holds it there until I have to quit screaming or suffocate. So I stuff the pillow in my mouth and bite on it as he goes on screwing me in the ass, and playing with my titties, until he goes off again.
"After he was through with me, believe it or not, he started crying. Yeah. No fooling. He sat there on edge of my bed and cried like a damned baby. Me? I didn't know what to do. There was blood on the covers, and for a while I thought he'd hurt me seriously. I used his handkerchief to clean myself, and saw I wasn't hurt too bad. But I had the sorest, most expanded cunt and ass-end of any gal in town, I'll bet. Any way, I didn't know what to do, with him crying and all, so I stayed in bed, unsure of what he might do next.
AUTHOR: What was wrong with your stepfather? Was he hurt, or merely experiencing some kind of emotional shock over what he'd done?
ANITA: I don't know if it was emotional shock, Mr. Brandt, or if he was just pulling a routine to sucker me in. Anyway, I bit. I asked why he was crying. He went into this long bit about how bad it hurt him to hurt and scare me like he had. He said that because of the cold way my mother treated him, he had no control. He said that any normal man just has to have lots of sex with a woman. He said if a man couldn't get what he wanted at home, he had to go out and pay a whore to please him; a whore who could be diseased and, if so, give it to him. Then he said the whole family suffers.
"He said he'd never paid a whore to please him, so far, but that he guessed now that he'd just have to start paying one. I'm sure it was all just a big act, but back then I believed him. He sobbed on and on, telling me how sorry he was for what he'd done to me, and that had Mother given him a blow-job or jacked him off now and then it might not have happened. Then he told me what a perfect body I had, how pretty I was, and how sexy I was. He said I had sex enough to drive any boy out of his mind, and any man, too.
AUTHOR: And just how did you react to what he told you, Anita?
ANITA: Cheez. I felt sorry for him. No lie. He explained about how urgent sex was for a man, and how when a man had to have it, he just plain had to have it. He cried as he talked and, before long, I had my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. I thought to myself that it was just plain selfish of me not to have given him a blow-job when he asked me to, so that none of what he did would've had to happen. After all, I'd given Billy a blow-job in the show, and jacked-off Tommy, so why should I be so virtuous and refuse the same pleasure to my own stepdad? Besides, I'd kind of enjoyed sucking off Billy's cock; it gives you a superior feeling over a boy, like you have a power over him, and, too, you feel like you're fulfilling some kind of mission. Know what I mean? Well, anyway, I wanted him to know that I had made up my mind to blow him, to keep him from going to a whore and protect Mother and me as well. I didn't want to tell him, in so many words, so I just gradually let my head lower to his lap as I comforted him.
"His cock was hard again, and ugly as ever. But this time I didn't care. I gently took hold of it with both hands and guided the big, plum-shaped head to my lips. I kissed it and let the tip of my tongue taste it. And it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it tasted even better than Billy's little prick had tasted. So I kept kissing the head and the ridged flesh below it, then on down its big staff to the base, until his hairs tickled my nose. All the time he was making funny moaning sounds and stroking my hair with one hand, while his other caressed my fanny. But as I kissed up and down his cock, and squeezed it with my hands, he trembled all over and jammed one of his fingers up my ass-hole. Even his finger made my ass-hole smart, but it wasn't near as bad as his big cock up there. So I concentrated more on what I was doing, kissing and licking his cock, and squeezing both it and his hairy balls.
"Then I put the whole head of his cock in my mouth, closed my lips tightly, and pulled back quick-like, as though I was trying to jerk his cock out of his body. He reacted passionately as all hell. He got his other finger into my pussy and between it and the one up my ass, I got hotter than hell. I took down all of his cock I could hold, and worked my mouth up and down on it. I sucked it hard, until it swelled and got rock-hard. I sucked hard again, and he let go with a big, throbbing spasm. I tried to back off, but his hands held my head in place and all I could do was swallow everything he shot out at me. Then he released my head and fell over on the bed on his back, gasping for breath.
"I got up and ran to the bathroom. I vomited all his come I could into the commode, then gargled several times and brushed my teeth. When I finally got the taste out of my mouth, I returned to the bedroom. And there sat my stepdad, crying again.
AUTHOR: Did your mother find out about this?
ANITA: Oh, god no! he explained that if we let Mother know what we'd done, she would kill us both. He said we would have to keep it our own private secret. That it was for Mother's benefit, as well as mine and his. I made him promise to stop drinking and not to pay whores to please him, promising myself to give him a hand or blow-job whenever he needed it, plus fucking when we were alone and had plenty of time. He kissed me passionately and told me he would be a new man now that I had solved his sex problem for him. And he was, that I'll assure you. He stopped drinking, and he and Mother even stopped their fighting.
AUTHOR: How often did your stepfather call on you for sexual servicing?
ANITA: At first, darned near every day. Maybe even twice a day, depending upon where Mother was and what time I got home from school. But after a bit it cooled down, and then he wanted it ... oh ... twice a week.
AUTHOR: I see. And how long did this continue?
ANITA: For over a year. I'm not sure exactly, but up until he was arrested and put in prison.
AUTHOR: He was arrested?
ANITA: Uhmm-humm. The union he belonged to called off their strike and he went back to work. He wasn't on the job ... oh, maybe two months ... long before he stole some money from his employers, and they put him in jail. When he got out three years later, Mother was divorced and we'd moved to another city.
AUTHOR: Then, up until the time he was arrested you and he had sex relations with each other?
ANITA: Correct.
AUTHOR: When did you ... ah ... drop out of school, leave home for the life you're leading now?
ANITA: Not long after we moved to another city, Mother married another guy, a jerk I couldn't stand from the first time I saw him. So I up and quit school and ran away from home. Mother had the cops find me and bring me home, but by then I'd baptized myself to being paid for playing-or laying, whichever you choose-and I ran away again. I told her I'd keep on running away every time the cops brought me back, so after while Mother didn't send the cops after me and left me strictly on my own.
AUTHOR: And you like this way of life better? Being a prostitute?
ANITA (shrugging): It isn't so bad, really. Not the way I work it. I'm choosey about who I shack-up with, and it pays off. I don't get VD, and I don't get myself knocked up. Or beaten up.
AUTHOR: Do you ever experience an orgasm, Anita? I mean a true orgasm, caused from sexual intercourse with any of your sex partners?
ANITA: Nope. Not once. The only time I can ever remember getting my jollies, was after I got hung up with a lezzie.
AUTHOR: A lesbian? When did that happen?
ANITA: Not long after I got started on my own. That's when I learned I could travel both sides of the road. I still do, but I prefer sex with another woman if I want to have an orgasm.
AUTHOR: Tell me more about this lesbian you met.
ANITA: Her name was Pat, and I met her when I went looking for Johns in plush cocktail lounges. Pat worked at the bar and spotted me as a loner right away. She wanted to know if I'd like to share the rent with her on an apartment I'd found. I said why not, and we started living together. Then one night she made a pass at me.
AUTHOR: Were you shocked?
ANITA: Not really. Square, maybe, but not really what you could call shocked. We hung around the pad at night in the nude and Pat had one helluva body. One night she just walks up and puts her arms around me and kisses me. She then asked me if I'd ever made it with another gal. When I said I hadn't, she said I had quite a treat in store for me.
AUTHOR: Did you try to resist her?
ANITA: I started to, but then decided not to. Hell, I was game for anything. Besides, it wasn't as casual as it sounds. Pat and I had a very good relationship. I had always wondered what it would be like with a girl, and when Pat wanted to make love to me, I let her. She took me into the bedroom without another word. She kissed me for quite a while and let her hands work on my body. Then she started kissing my breasts, and worked on down to my pussy. She started eating me, and that was really something! I had one helluva good orgasm not long after she started. I had two more before she was through with me. A man just can't compare with a woman in the pussy-eating department, believe me.
AUTHOR: Did you perform sexual acts on Pat, too?
ANITA: Hell yes, man. A one-sided romance is no good at all.
AUTHOR: Did you enjoy performing sex acts on Pat?
ANITA: Not as much as having her do them to me. Maybe I'm selfish when it comes to that kind of sex, I'm not sure, but having her play with me and eat me until I got my jollies several times was heavenly!
AUTHOR: How long did this relationship with the lesbian last?
ANITA: About three months, I guess. Then she, Pat, fell for another babe, and she and I split up. But we're still friends, and if we need to get our jollies off good now and then, we still get together.
COMMENT:
As a prostitute, Anita today travels a circuit on the West Coast, made up of major cities. She insists that she is bisexual, being able to enjoy sex with both males and females, but her statements make it obvious that she loathes men and prefers instead sexual contacts with other women.
"As far as I'm concerned, personally," she said, "if men are stupid enough to pay for their sex goodies, I might as well get my share. But most of these so-called Don Juans couldn't satisfy a woman if they had to. And that's why they have to pay for it. A lot of them are like my stepdad, they want hand or blow-jobs. I think about half mankind is queer, anyway."
Many rapes involving incest result in subsequent prostitution, as in Anita's case.
Anita was very close to her mother, but saw her for only a few hours during the day. Instead of seeking emotional companionship with other children her age, she withdrew into herself and became an introvert. She preferred being alone, taking long walks and reading or writing poetry. She admits that she day-dreamed quite a bit, and this was early evidence of her refusal to face reality. For her, the world of fantasy was more rewarding.
Anita's sexual inversion may actually have begun with her relationship with her mother. She had already rejected her stepfather, and went out of her way to avoid contact with him. Even when the inclement weather forced her to remain inside the house, she retreated to her own room to avoid having contact with her stepfather.
Her description of being raped by her stepfather is most revealing. She was terrified, even repulsed, and she formed several fixations which were to remain with her. First, she viewed the male sex organ as big and ugly, or a sign of rejection; and, because of the pain her stepfather's organ caused her, she formed a fixation against intercourse with a male. In her subconscious, she realized her stepfather would never be satisfied with the one sexual session, rape though it was. Thus she had two choices: expose him for what he was to her mother, where there was already friction, or, establish some sort of continuing sexual relationship with her stepfather. Already blaming herself, for some reason, for part of the friction between her mother and stepfather, she wanted no more of it, and thus chose to sexually service her stepfather whenever he so desired.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HAPPY FAMILY
Case History
Subject: Diana Gordon, sixteen, blonde, attractive; high school dropout; married, but on verge of final divorce.
The case which follows was taken from the files of a psychiatric counselor who was summoned to interview Diana. It is a first-hand account of one of the most bizarre, strangest combination of nymphophilia and pedophilia recorded for study and evaluation. Diana tells it in her own words, exactly as it happened to her.
"I was twelve years old when I first got fucked by my stepfather. We lived in a lousy, stinking neighborhood over on First Street, just beyond the railroad. Mom and I'd had it better before my real dad died when I was ten, but then she'd married Dale Gordon ... and here we were....
"The bathtub looked greasy and grimy no matter what we used or how hard we tried to clean it. So I played it real cool. I took baths standing up in that filthy tub, and then sponged warm water over my body to get off the soap. A helluva way to bathe, but it was better than sitting in that horried tub!
"This day I'd just finished my bath and was in the process of drying myself before stepping out of the tub, when the bathroom door opened. It never did have a lock; there stood my stepfather in the doorway staring at me. He didn't say he was sorry he'd barged right in on me or anything, and I couldn't hide all I had behind the undersized towel I was using to dry myself with. I automatically raised the towel to cover my breasts, and this automatically exposed my pussy.
"He smiled and moved in close to me and pulled the towel and my arms from my body. He told me to relax. He said I was getting to be a big girl now and didn't have to hide what I had. This flattered me, being only twelve and pretty well developed all over, including fuzz on my mound. Then Dale ran his hands across my titties and moved their hard nipples and I got scared. I reminded him that Mom was just downstairs visiting a neighbor and would be back any minute, but he just chuckled and said 'Lemme worry about that, kid, okay?'
"With that he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was hard and straight, and looked like a giant-sized knockwurst, except it was white instead of red. He smiled and waved it at me. 'I figure you're just about ready for something nice like this,' he said. With that, he pulled me out of the tub and I stood there, shivering, but not from the cold. He'd kicked the door closed, so now he sat down on the closed toilet seat and made me kneel between his legs. He made me take his big cock in both hands and work it gently, and it seemed like it grew another inch around as well as longer. Then he told me to kiss it and suck it, but I hesitated, shaking my head. Just the thought of having to kiss his cock repulsed me, let alone sucking it. But he didn't give me time to hold back for long. He grabbed my hair real hard and, when I opened my mouth to cry out, he jammed in the head of his cock and held me tight until I started sucking him off whether I liked it or not.
"His cock seemed to grown more in my mouth. Dale ran his fingers through my hair and made funny moaning sounds as he guided my head up and down, and thrust his hips upward so his cock went down my throat even further. Then he told me to play with his balls while I sucked him, and how to use my tongue while I did it to him. I did what he wanted me to, for fear he would hurt me bad if I didn't, and soon he was bucking like an unbroken colt. It was all I could do to keep his big prick in my mouth, and it gagged me. I was hoping Mom would come hime and he would stop, but she didn't. And he kept right on bucking his hips and tugging my head up and down, until he went off in my mouth. His come nearly strangled me, but he held me fast and made me swallow all of it. Finally, when he turned me loose and stood up, I raised the toilet seat and puked my insides out while he muttered what a good little cocksucker I was, and chuckled to himself as he walked out and left me alone.
"But that was the first time we had relations, and later that same day when Mom went shopping, he came after me again. This time he cornered me in the bedroom and made me take off all my clothes. Then he took his big cock out again, sat down on my bed and drew me down on it. God! It was so big I thought it would split me in half, but he busted my hymen and worked it around and around until it was up inside me ... way, way up in me!
"He kept muttering what a cute girl I was and how he'd had his eye on me for a long time, but that he'd held himself back from touching me until he was sure I was ready for it. Then, all of a sudden, it happened. He went off and shot his full load up inside me. It really scared me, too. I knew that's how a girl got knocked up, a guy going off in her, but Dale wouldn't let me go. He just kept humping and spurting his load, and then humping again after he'd gone soft in me. Finally he turned me loose, and I asked him what if I had a baby? But he just chuckled and said I'd better not, and that I'd better not open my mouth about what we'd done to anybody, if I knew what was good for me.
"Later, when Mom came back from shopping, I couldn't look her in the eyes. I hated to think I was humping her own husband when she wasn't around; my own stepfather!
"The next week Dale got me alone again. He only worked off and on loading crates and stuff like that for a trucking outfit, and there were always lay-offs whenever no trucks were in dock to load or be unloaded. So he'd come home and get me alone, always when Mom wasn't around. She was helping out our income days by doing housework for the extra dough.
"I was pretty good about timing it so Dale couldn't catch me alone, but this time he fooled me. I was sitting at the kitchen table, doing my homework, when all of a sudden he was standing in the doorway. And he'd been drinking again, I could tell. He got this funny look on his face when he saw me, and I guess I looked real scared, too, because he came towards me saying, 'C'mon, beautiful, don't be afraid of me ... not your own pop. Besides, I was fast with you last time, and this time we don't have to hurry none and can take our sweet time. And you'll like it better, too, with me working you over nicer and easier ... and longer ... '
"I tried to get away, but he caught my wrist and dragged me off to the bedroom. I was shaking like hell, so bad my teeth chattered. I reminded him I didn't have any steady boy friend yet to blame the baby on in case he knocked me up. But he just laughed; laughed and told me we'd cross that bridge when and if we ever came to it. And if we did, we'd pick a nice rich boy for me to marry, anyway. All I'd have to do was go out with the kid a couple times, let him have a little, and that'd be that, all the evidence nicely planted....
"In the bedroom he pulled off my sweater and blouse. He yanked off my short skirt and slip, and I was naked except for my panties and bra. He quickly tore them off, and I mean literally tore them off, then eyed me as he circled around. 'Honey,' he told me, licking his lips, 'you're the prettiest twelve-year-old gal I ever laid eyes on, who's so good at sex and making me happy!' He ran his hands over my body as he talked, then down to grip my ass. He rubbed me up real good there. I was still scared half to death, but somehow a strange thing happened to me. I didn't seem to mind too much what he was doing to me. All of a sudden, it seemed real natural; in fact, I was even anxious for him to open his fly and haul out that big cock of his!
"I wasn't worried any more about his knocking me up, because if that happened I could blame it on a rich boy whose family was loaded. And that was one sure way of getting away from living like a gypsy, too!
"But Dale didn't take out his cock like he did before. He started to undress; off came his shirt, then his pants ... and then his shorts. And now I could see that beautiful big cock of his, up there and straight, jutting from his groin. Man, he was really hung. I'm not exaggerating when I say his cock was a good nine inches long and thick as a cop's Billyclub. It made me shiver just to look at it.
"Dale laughed. 'Hey, getting to like the old 'meat,' eh, kid?' He held it in his hand and waved it at me. 'You're lucky, kind. All this here meat and no potatoes!'
"He came up to me, then, and started kissing my titties. He sucked and chewed on the nipples as he squeezed my titties, and I quickly clamped my arms tightly around his thick neck and heavy shoulders. I kissed his face and throat and pulled him closer and closer to me.
"He picked me up then, and carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently. He kind of chuckled and laughed the whole time. He put his face to my titties again and continued to work me up. Then he ran his mouth down on my stomach ... and on down to my pussy. He started kissing my puss like crazy, and ran his tongue in and out of it. Man, it was the most! I nearly bent myself double trying to give it all to him.
"He worked on me until my puss started to cream. Then he fast-like ran his tongue up my ass-hole. Man, he reamed me out good. It felt a little different then when he ran his tongue up my puss, but it made me come again. And that's when I got ideas of my own.
"I pulled away a bit and went for his cock. I took it in my hand and pumped it a little, gently, and then started kissing its big, cherry-like head. He giggled like it was something pretty funny. But I could tell I had him, because I could feel his cock swelling up bigger and bigger, and growing another half-inch longer. I took as much of his cock as I could down my throat and started working my head up and down and using my tongue like he'd shown me. He quit giggling real fast and closed his eyes and moaned; all the time caressing my hair, and raising his hips to my cadence. But I didn't want him to blow his load in my mouth this time, I wanted it to go off in my pussy.
"He didn't like the idea of not being blown-off, but he went along with me and didn't have much trouble at all getting it in me all the way. Once it was all the way inside me, I wrapped my legs tight around his ass and then we started to hump. Every time he started getting ready to come in me, I'd pull back and wait until he eased up; then I'd begin humping him again. He started that nutty giggling of his again, but I know it was to help him think about something else besides coming. But finally, when he couldn't hold back any longer, he quit giggling. He groaned and hammered me down into the bed until I thought I was going through it. Then he went off in me like a fire hose, and I got my gun, too. After he was drained dry, and so was I, he lay there with me. I hung on to him real tight. He was my lover, not Mom's, but mine-my very own. I never wanted to go away from him, and I told him so, too. He said he felt the same way.
"After that, Dale and I humped every chance we got to be alone. Then, so to speak, we got caught with our pants down. He was eating my puss as I was laying on the floor, when the door suddenly opened and in walked my mother. God, I thought it would be curtains for both Dale and me! But that's when I really got a big surprise.
"Mom looked me up and down like I was some kind of mannequin in a store window, but she didn't seem to be mad at me at all. I just stood there, naked. Dale was standing there too, naked, but somehow he didn't seem too worried. He was sort of waiting for my mother's next move, but he made no move himself to get dressed or anything. His big cock was still stiff, hard and real long. Then he said to Mom, 'Go ahead, Baby-try it. Man, she's the greatest. Try it; see if I'm not right!'
"My Mother smiled, then moved up close and ran her hands over my titties. Next, she dropped her hot fingers down to my pussy. She eased her hand up and between my thighs. She worked her fingers in and out of my pussy easily. The she -edged me over to the bed and made me lay down.
"Only when I'd laid down did she removed her hand from my pussy and start to undress herself. In her clothes she didn't look like so much, but naked-man, she was built! Her titties were bigger than I ever remember them, and her cunt was covered with more dark curly hair then I'd believed possible. Then she-my own Mother!-began working me over good. She sucked my titties until I was out of my skull, and then got down to my pussy where she used her tongue on my clitoris and labia, as well as way in and out of my vagina. My stepfather was a big man, but when it came to tongue, my mother had him bested by far. She worked her tongue way ... way ... in me where his had never reached. Then she really let go! I thought her tongue was attached to an electric motor or something, the way it moved and vibrated inside me. Man, she made me come in a hurry.
"Then, she straddled me and lowered her big old hairy cunt over my face. I thought I was being swallowed up alive, for a minute. She started a nice, slow, easy humping over me, and I could feel her hot cunt clamping on my face and releasing. Then tightening up real hard, and relaxing again.
"But then Dale got into the act, too. I felt his big cock move into and way up inside my pussy. He was screwing me while I blew her! I really felt big now. I was taking care of two of them at one time! I had it made. I began shooting my tongue up into Mom's cunt as far as it would go. I had her soon twisting and groaning like crazy. I had Dale humping me like ass was going out of style unless he hurried it up, too! I doubt that many twelve-year-olds like me could say the same.
"We tried it lots of different ways, Mom and Dale and me. I even came up with some good ideas of my own, but Mom and Dale just laughed and said they'd all been done so many times they'd just be repeats. But we had a helluva lot of fun together, anyway. We did any and everything.
"One way was for Dale to lay on his back. Then I sat on his face leaning toward his legs, and he tongued me. At the same time, my mother straddled his legs, and bent down and sucked off his cock. Then she would turn and straddle his chest and suck him until he went off again. This would put her ass up in my face, and I could work my tongue in and out of her, real deep, until she creamed.
"Another great way was to have my mother take my pussy in her mouth while I lay on my back with my legs tightly wrapped around her head. She got up on her hands and knees which gave my stepdad a chance to get to her dog-fashion, sometimes in the cunt and sometimes up her ass. And I can remember how funny Dale's face looked during these times. He would close his eyes and his mouth was open as far as it could go, and he would gasp for air like a fish on land.
"I used to ask Mother about my chances of getting knocked up, but she merely scoffed and said I was too young to be worrying about such things. Anyway, and in case I did get pregnant, said she and Dale had talked it all over. In case I did get PG, which wasn't likely, Mom said, we'd blame the baby on a boy from a well-to-do family. And Mom said it might not hurt for me to start dating boys from rich families. . just in case.
"I wasn't too keen on the idea. I felt if I had to after I got PG, if I did, then that was time enough to rope-in a rich boy. But since it would make Mom happy if I dated a few rich boys, I did. I set it up so that the boys took me to a park, and there made love to me. I let them play with me while I played with them, and then I let them stick their little hard peters into me. I acted like I was thrilled, that it was my very first time, and I moaned and groaned as they humped me. But compared to my stepdad's big cock, theirs felt like fingers inside of me. Christ! Those two jerks had nothing to offer me-absolutely nothing!
"But things changed once I got home. We didn't have a lot of dough, but now there was a good fun feeling of togetherness around. The three of us-Dale, Mom and I-got along better than we ever did before. And we had a three-way humping session every chance we got. We'd also pair off, Dale and I, or Mom and I, or Mom and Dale. Even so, one would always be watching the other two, and they did a better job.
"Finally, all this action started doing things to me. By the time I was fifteen I was one stacked little babe. I had a size D bra-cup, and it fit extra snug. I had nice legs and hips, and a cute ass all the boys stared at whenever I walked by them. I looked more like I was eighteen than only fifteen. And I kept in mind what Mom and Dale said about latching onto a rich boy.
"It finally paid off, too. All of a sudden, I found myself knocked up. I told Mom and Dale, and we got our heads together. I was sure the kid was Dale's, but I'd also been laying this rich boy named Henry, who, incidentally, had a cock on him nearly the size of Dale's. Anyway, we decided we'd lay the blame off on Henry, since his old man was a big-shot contractor, and they lived in a big house in a nice section of town, and had plenty of money. Henry, like me, was fifteen. He wanted to use a rubber when I let him fuck me, but I wouldn't let him, telling him I liked it 'barefoot' and, besides, nothing would happen to me, anyway.
"Well, Henry liked to have crapped his pants when I told him I was PG, and that the kid was his. Honestly, I've never seen a boy so scared before in my life. But he was even more scared when Mom and Dale and I paid his parents a visit and told them about my condition, and asked what they intended doing about it. They were really shocked, and demanded to know from Henry what the score was. But Henry, dear, sweet Henry, didn't deny one thing. He admitted he'd fucked me several times, never once using a rubber, and that was that. It was decided that he should marry me, despite our both only being fifteen.
"Our state wouldn't marry kids as young as Henry and I, so we went to another state that did. We lied about our real ages, even still, and got married without a hitch. Henry was then to continue to finish school and work for his father part-time, and I was to stick close to the flat rented for Henry and I, until the baby came. And this worked fine, Henry and I living together, because once the pressure was off him, he couldn't get enough ass. He even used to sneak home at noon to get a little before going back to school. Then he could hardly wait until after school to have me again, and then lots more times after he got home at supper time from his part-time job with his Dad.
"My stepdad, Dale, and Mom used to visit me. They timed it so they got there in the morning after Henry was at school. I had plenty of good chow in the fridge, and they used to fill up so they wouldn't have to fix supper that night. And I also gave them extra food and cash, and they said this was the best deal that could ever have happened for us.
"But we couldn't lay off of each other, sexually. From the first time they came to visit me, we had sex-sessions. They respected the fact I was PG, and tried not to bump my belly hard, but otherwise we'd all three of us turn-on and have a sexy time for a couple hours. We kept humping it more and more to get in all the time we could before the baby came to temporarily postpone the show. But in my seventh month the roof suddenly fell in on our plans.
"I was laying on a blanket on the kitchen floor. My belly was so big Dale had to kneel over my head while I sucked his cock. My mother carefully straddled my midriff, as my stepdad ran his tongue up her cunt. We were all naked as the day we were born. And right then-Henry walked in on us!
"I thought sure Henry would slap me, even curse me, but he didn't. He just looked real hurt and pale, like he was sick to his stomach. He turned and ran out. He never returned. But a few days later a lawyer came to see me, and told me Henry, through his father, had begun divorce proceedings against me in the same state where we were married. Otherwise we would both be arrested in our state for violating the law, and Henry and I, as well as our families, could wind up behind bars. So I agreed to the divorce, not wanting to cause more trouble. Besides, I'd already saved up more than enough to have my baby and care for it for over a year or so. I'd have to worry about what to do after that time came.
COMMENT:
Henry, still young and relatively inexperienced, turned to his parents for help. In an attempt to avoid additional upset and undue embarrassment for all concerned, they brought in their lawyer who handled matters with Diana and her family.
All too clearly, however, this incestuous family threesome was morally, mentally and emotionally unstable. When questioned by the psychiatrist, the stepfather, Dale Gordon, maintained that he loved both his wife and stepdaughter with equal impartiality. He maintained further that he "could not help" himself from indulging in sexual intercourse with his teenage daughter.
"She's too good at sex for me to ignore," he stated flatly. "I could fuck Diana all night and never get tired of her; her old lady knows this, and goes along with it, because she knows damned well I'd leave her in a minute if she objected. Oh, Emma's a good sexy piece of ass, too, and she knows how to blow a guy real good. But she could take lessons from Diana when it comes to real technique at sex, because I just don't know of the woman, or girl, who can beat her."
When asked how Diana became so accomplished at sex being only fifteen, her stepfather conceded she must have "Fucked more boys at school than she told me about, else she'd never know the techniques she uses on me now." When asked if he was responsible for having taught her the sex techniques she now knows, he denied any complicity. "She was hot for sex from the start, from that first time she told you about in the bathroom, and it (sexual relations between them) snowballed from here. Naw, she knew what to do before I made her; she knew what to do a helluva long time before I fucked her!"
Emma Gordon was more emotional. She declared that although she derived satisfaction from the sexual acts with her daughter, she was still a "good mother" because she had tried to help Diana "land a rich husband so she'd have a better life than I did."
Diana had one main regret: that Henry had caught she and her parents in the sexual act. She felt if he had not caught them, all would have turned out just fine. Throughout the questioning, she hinted that Henry was at least partly at fault because he had walked in on them unexpectedly!
The psychiatrist, keenly aware of all the motivational factors contributing to an abnormalty, recognized another interesting pattern in the case for further study.
In many instances of abnormal sexuality, he stated, there is invariably a streak of the sadistic tendency. It may be slight, as in the first relationship between Diana and her stepfather, when he force his daughter to perform fellatio on him, and then later the same day took her by force sexually. It was again displayed, in another sense, when Diana's mother entered the scene and willingly participated in the act. She well knew that her only daughter could become pregnant, and that only trouble could result from such complicity. Yet she encouraged the inevitable pregnancy, even so abating in the scheme to have Diana marry the boy, Henry.
CHAPTER TWELVE
INCEST AND THE LAW
Perhaps the best reflection of the public attitude toward incest can be found in the laws of the various states. These laws, however, are sometimes a bit confusing and vary from area to area.
Just as there is no uniform definition of the relationships which are considered to be acts of incest, there is no uniform law which covers behavior which is obviously incestuous.
Illinois, with its recently revised criminal code, may well set the pattern for the future. In that state, incest is defined as relationships within the immediate family, and affinity is not covered. The incestuous relationships between father and daughter, stepfather and daughter, mother and daughter and stepmother and daughter, as well as the juveniles are under eighteen years of age, receives the most severe punishment. This reflects both the child molestation and family unit philosophies.
In California, incest can draw a penalty of up to fifty years, if the parties are convicted, which is by far the most severe punishment in the nation.
Wisconsin has a rather amusing law which states that first cousins can marry, provided the female of the twosome is over fifty years of age.
On the more serious side, the laws which spell out stepfather-stepdaughter incest in many states reflect the apparent incidence of incestuous behavior in that area.
The state of Georgia takes a somewhat interesting view of the difference between fornication and marriage in their laws, which provide double penalties for fornication and adultery in incestuous behavior. If the individual involved should marry, they are then guilty of incest, but in turn receive only half the penalty they would have received had they not made their communal ties legal.
Following are complete laws covering incest and punishment upon conviction in our fifty states. A thorough study of these laws is rewarding in that there arises valid argument that many of these laws are antiquated and should therefore be amended and updated. Certainly, some semblance of uniform pattern should exist. A couple may have a perfectly legal marriage in one state, but should they change residency, they may be guilty of a crime (in this case incest) and subject to fine or imprisonment and/or both in another state. Thus the following material is taken from the criminal codes of each state, with proper interpretation only where necessary.
ALABAMA (Section 325m Criminal Code) If any man and woman being in the degrees of consanguinity or relationship within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, and knowing of such consanguinity or relationship, intermarry, or have sexual intercourse together, or live together in adultery, each of them shall, upon conviction, be imprisoned. Punishment: one to seven years. Comment: (A man may not marry his mother, stepmother, aunt, sister, half-sister, daughter, niece, granddaughter, widow of his son, stepdaughter or step-granddaughter). ALASKA (Section 11.40.110, Criminal Code) Incest. A person related to another person within and not including the fourth degree of consanguinity, computed in accord with the rules of the civil law, who marries or cohabits with or has sexual intercourse with that person, knowing him to be within that degree of relationship is guilty of incest, and, upon conviction, is therefore punishable by imprisonment. Punishment: three to fifteen years. ARIZONA (Section 13-471 of Criminal Code) Persons within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, who intermarry with each other, or who commit fornication or adultery with each other, shall be so punished in the State Penitentary. Punishment: ten years, maximum. Comment:
(Section 25-101 states that "marriages between parents and children, including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree, between brothers and sister of the one-half as well as the whole blood, and between uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews and between first cousins, is prohibited and void.
ARKANSAS (Section 41-811, of Criminal Code) Persons marrying, who are within the degree of consanguinity within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous, or void absolutely, or who shall commit adultery or fornication with each other, shall thus be deemed guilty of incest. Comment: (Section 55-103 states "all marriage between parents and children, including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree; between brothers and sisters of the half as well as the whole blood; between uncles and nieces, and between aunts and nephews, and between first cousins, are declared to be incestuous and absolutely void. This Section shall also extend to illegitimate children and relations.
CALIFORNIA (Section 285, of Criminal Code) Persons being within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, who inter-marry with each other, or who commit fornication or adultery with each other, are punishable by imprisonment in the State Prison. Punishment: one to fifty years. Comment: (Section 59 of the Civil Code states "marriages between parents and children, ancestors and descendants of every degree, and between brothers and sisters of the half as well as the whole blood, and between uncles and nieces or aunts and nephews, are incestuous, and void from the beginning, whether the relationship is legitimate or illegitimate.
COLORADO (Section 40-9-4, of Criminal Code) Incestuous marriages-Marriage between parents and children, including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree, between brothers and sisters of the half as well as the whole blood, and between uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews are declared to be incestuous and absolutely void. This Section shall extend as well to illegitimate as legitimate children and relations. Punishment: one hundred to five hundred dollars; six months to five years, or both.
CONNECTICUT (Section 53-223 of Criminal Code) Every woman or man who marry or carnally know each other, being within any of the degrees of kindred specified in Section 46-I, shall thus be imprisoned. Punishment: ten years maximum.
Comment: (Section 46-I. Kindred who shall not marry. No man shall marry his mother, grandmother, daughter, granddaughter, sister, aunt, niece, stepmother or stepdaughter, and no woman shall thus marry her corresponding relation.
DELEWARE (Section 591, Criminal Code) (a) Whomsoever commits incestuous fornication or adultery within the degrees of consanguinity of affinity set forth in subsection (b) of this section shall be punished. For the purposes of subsection (a) of this section, the degrees of consanguinity and affinity are as follows: A man and his mother, aunt, sister, daughter and granddaughter. A woman and her father or stepfather. Punishment: up to five hundred dollars; seven years; or both.
FLORIDA (Sections 741.21 and 741.22, Criminal Code) A man may not marry any woman to whom he is related by lineal consanguinity (direct ancestry), nor his sister, aunt or nieces. A woman may not marry her corresponding relatives of the opposite sex. Persons within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are prohibited or declared by law to be incestuous and void, who inter-marry, or commit adultery or fornication with each other shall be punished. Punishment: up to twenty years in prison or one year maximum in County Jail.
GEORGIA (Section 26-5701, of Criminal Code) Any person who shall commit incestuous fornication or adultery shall be punished by imprisonment and labor in the State Penitentiary. Punishment: one to twenty years.
Comment: (Section 26-5702, Criminal Code) Any person who shall inter-marry within the Levitical degrees of consanguinity, or within any of the relationships by affinity, enumerated in Section 53-105, shall be punished by imprisonment and labor in the State Penitentiary. Punishment: one to three years. Comment: (Section 53-105 states "marriages between persons related by affinity in the following manner are prohibited, viz: A man shall not marry his stepmother, mother-in-law, stepdaughter or granddaughter of his wife. A woman shall not marry her corresponding relatives. Marriages within the Levitical degrees of consangunity are a man's mother, stepmother, sister or half-sister, his granddaughter, or aunt.)
HAWAII (Section 390-21 Criminal Code) Persons within the degrees of consanguinity or affinity within which marriage is prohibited, who intermarry with each other, or commit an act of sexual intercourse with each other are guilty of incest. Punishment: five-hundred dollars maximum fine, or ten years at hard labor maximum. Comment: (Section 323-I states "In order to make valid the marriage contract, it shall be necessary that the respective parties do not stand in relation to each other of ancestor and descendant of any degree whatsoever, brother and sister of the half as well as of the whole blood, uncle and niece, aunt and nephew, whether the relationship is legitimate or illegitimate.)
IDAHO (Section 18-6602, Criminal Code) Persons being with the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, who intermarry with each other, or who commit fornication or adultery with each other, are punishable by imprisonment in the State Prison. Punishment: ten years maximum. Comment: (Section 32-205 reads, "marriages between parents and children, ancestors and descendants of every degree, and between brothers and sisters of the half (1/2) as well as the whole blood, and between uncles and nieces, or aunts and nephews, are incestuous, and void from the beginning, whether the relationship is legitimate or illegitimate).
ILLINOIS (Section 11-10. Aggravated Incest. Criminal Code) (a) Any male person who shall perform any of the following acts with a person he knows is his daughter commits aggravated incest:
(1) Has sexual intercourse; or
(2) An act of deviate sexual conduct.
(b) "Daughter" for the purpose of this Section means a blood daughter regardless of legitimacy or age; and also means a stepdaughter or an adopted daughter under 18. Punishment: one to twenty years.
(Section 11-11, Criminal Code) (Incest)
(a) Any person who has sexual intercourse or performs any act of deviate sexual conduct with another to whom he knows is related as follows commits incest:
(1) Mother or son; or
(2) Brother or sister, either of the whole blood or of the half blood. Punishment: one to ten years.
INDIANA (Section 10-4206, Criminal Code) If any stepfather shall engage in sexual intercourse with his stepdaughter, knowing her to be such, or if any stepmother and her stepson shall engage in intercourse together, having knowledge of their sexual relationship, or if any parent shall have sexual intercourse with his or her child, knowledge of their relationship; or if any grandparent shall engage in intercourse with his or her grandchild, knowing him or her to be such, or if any brother shall have sexual intercourse with his sister, he being over the age of sixteen years, and having knowledge of his relationship, or if any uncle or aunt shall engage in intercourse with his or her niece, or nephew, having knowledge of his or her relationship, or if any nephew or niece shall have sexual intercourse with his or her aunt or uncle, such nephew or niece being over the age sixteen years and having knowledge of his or her relationship, he or she shall be termed, upon conviction, guilty of incest. Punishment: two to twenty-one years in prison, or one-half to one year in County Jail.
IOWA (Section 704.I, Criminal Code) If any persons, being within the degree of consanguinity of affinity in which marriages are declared by law void, carnally know each other, they shall be guilty of incest. Punishment: twenty-five years maximum. Comment: (Prohibited marriages are: man and his father's widow, mother-in-law, daughter, daughter-in-law, granddaughter, granddaughter-in-law, sister, aunt or niece; woman and corresponding male relatives; first cousins.)
KANSAS (Section 21-906, Criminal Code) Persons within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are by law declared to be incestuous and void, who shall intermarry with each other, or who shall lewdly and lasciviously cohabit with each other, shall, upon conviction, be punished by confinement and hard labor. Punishment: seven years, maximum. Comment: (Section 23-102 reads: "All marriages between parents and children, including grandparents and grandchildren of any degree, between brothers and sisters of the half as well as of the whole blood, and between uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, and first cousins, are declared to be incestuous and absolutely void. This Section shall extend to illegitimate as well as legitimate children and relations.)
KENTUCKY (Section 436.060, Criminal Code) Any person who carnally knows his or her father, mother, child, sister or brother, knowing such a relationship to exist, shall be guilty of incest and confined in the State Penitentiary. Punishment: two to twenty-one years.
LOUISIANA (Section 78, Criminal Code) Incest is the marriage to, or cohabitation with any ascendant or descendant, brother or sister, uncle or niece, aunt or nephew, with knowledge of their relationship. Punishment: fifteen years maximum, for ascendant and descendant, or brother and sister. One dollar to one thousand dollars and/or 0-5 years, for uncle and niece, or aunt and nephew.
MAINE (Section 2 of Chapter 134, Criminal Code) When persons within the degrees of consanguinity of affinity, in which marriages are declared incestuous and void, intermarry or commit fornication or adultery with each other, they shall be punished by imprisonment. Punishment: one to ten years. Comment: (Section 2 of Chapter 166 reads "No man shall marry his mother, grandmother, daughter, granddaughter, stepmother, grandfather's wife, son's wife, grandson's wife, wife's mother, wife's grandmother, wife's daughter, wife's granddaughter, sister, niece, or aunt; and no woman shall marry her corresponding male relatives.)
MARYLAND (Section 335, Criminal Code) Every person who shall knowingly have carnal knowledge of another person, being within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are prohibited by law in this State, shall be deemed guilty of felony, and upon conviction thereof shall be punished by imprisonment in the State Penitentiary. Punishment: one to ten years. Comment: (Article 62, Section I reads " ... A man shall not marry his grandmother, his grandfather's wife, his wife's grandmother, his father's sister, his mother's sister, his mother, his stepmother, his wife's mother, his daughter, his wife's daughter, his son's wife, his sister, his granddaughter, his grandson's wife, his step-granddaughter, his niece. A woman shall not marry her corresponding male relatives.
MASSACHUSETTS (Section 17, Criminal Code) Persons within the degrees of consanguinity which marriages are prohibited or declared by law to be incestuous and void, who intermarry or have sexual intercourse with each other, shall be punished by imprisonment. Punishment: twenty years maximum in prison, or two and one-half years maximum in jail. Comment: (Chapter 207, Sections I and 2 state: "No man shall marry his mother, grandmother, daughter, granddaughter, sister, stepmother, grandfather's wife, son's wife, grandson's wife, wife's mother, wife's grandmother, wife's daughter, wife's granddaughter, niece or aunt. No woman shall marry her corresponding male relatives.
MICHIGAN (Section 28.565, Criminal Code) Any person who is within the degree of consanguinity with another within which marriages are prohibited or declared by law to be incestuous and void ... and shall marry such a person, shall be deemed guilty of a felony. Punishment: ten years maximum.
MINNESOTA (Section 609.365, Criminal Code) Whoever has sexual intercourse with another nearer of kin to him than first cousin, computed by rules of the civil law, whether of the half or of the whole blood, with full knowledge of the relationship, is therein guilty of incest Punishment: ten years.
MISSISSIPPI (Section 2000, Criminal Code) Person being within the degrees within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, or persons whose marriage is prohibited by law by reason of race or blood and which marriages is declared to be incestuous and void, who shall cohabit, or live together as husband and wife or be guilty of a single act of adultery or fornication, upon conviction shall be punished by imprisonment in the State Penitentiary. Punishment: ten years.
(Section 2234) If any person shall marry within the degree prohibited by law, he shall be deemed guilty of incest. Punishment: five hundred dollars and/or ten years.
MISSOURI (Section 563.220, Criminal Code) Persons within the following degrees of consanguinity, to wit: Parents and children, including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree, brothers and sisters of the half as well as of the whole blood, uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, who shall intermarry with each other, or who shall lewdly or lasciviously cohabit with each other, shall be adjudged as guilty of incest. Punishment: to seven years.
MONTANA (Section 95-705, Criminal Code) Persons within the degree of consanguinity within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, who intermarry with each other, or who commit adultery or fornication with each other, are thus punishable by imprisonment. Punishment: to ten years.
NEBRASKA (Sections 28-904 & 28-95, Criminal Code) Marriages between parents and children, including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree, between brothers and sisters of the half as well as of the whole blood, and between uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, are declared to be incestuous and absolutely void. This Section shall also extend to children and relations born out of wedlock. Persons within these degrees of consanguinity who shall intermarry with each other, or who shall commit adultery or fornication with each other, or lewdly or lasciviously cohabit with each other, shall be liable to indictment, and, upon conviction, punished by imprisonment. Punishment: five to fifteen years.
(Section 28-906, CC) If a father shall liceniously cohabit with his own daughter or stepdaughter, the father, upon conviction, will be guilty of incest and punishment by confinement. Punishment: twenty years, minimum.
NEVADA (Section 201.180, Criminal Code) Persons being within the degree of consanguinity within which marriages are declared by law to be incestuous and void, who shall intermarry with each other, or who shall commit fornication or adultery with each other, shall, upon conviction, be punished with incarceration in the State Penitentiary.
Comment: (Section 122.020 states that persons who are nearer of kin than second cousins or cousins of the half blood may not intermarry.)
NEW HAMPSHIRE (Section 579.7, Criminal Code) All persons within the degrees of consanguinity or affinity in which marriages are prohibited or declared by law to be incestuous, who shall intermarry with or carnally know each other are guilty of incest. Punishment: to one thousand dollars and/or up to twenty years. Comment: (Section 457.I states that no man shall marry his aunt, father's widow, wife's mother, daughter, stepdaughter, son's widow, sister, granddaughter, grandson's widow, niece or first cousin.)
NEW MEXICO (Section 40A-10.3, Criminal Code) Incest consists of knowingly intermarrying or having sexual intercourse with persons within the following degrees of consanguinity: parents and children including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree, brothers and sisters of the half as well as of the whole blood, uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews. Punishment: two to twenty-one years; up to five thousand dollars and/or both.
NEW YORK (Section 255.25, Criminal Code) A person is guilty of incest when he marries or engages in sexual intercourse with a person whom he knows to be related to him, either legitimately or illegitimately, as an ancestor, descendant brother or sister of either the whole or the half blood, uncle, aunt, nephew, or niece. Punishment: to four years.
NEW JERSEY (Section 2A: 114-I, Criminal Code) Persons who intermarry within the degrees prohibited by law, or who, being related within such degrees, together commit fornication or adultery or both, are guilty of incest, and each shall be punished. Punishment: to one thousand dollars and/or zero to five years. Comment: (Section 37:I-I states that a man shall not marry any of his ancestors or descendants, or his sister, niece or aunt, whether such collateral kindred be related of the whole or the half blood.)
NORTH CAROLINA (Section 14-178, Criminal Code) The parties shall be guilty of a felony in all cases of carnal intercourse between (1) grandparent and grandchild (2) parent and child or stepchild or legally adopted child, or (3) brother and sister of the half and of the whole blood. Punishment: zero to fifteen years.
NORTH DAKOTA (Section 12-22-06, Criminal Code) Any person who intermarries, cohabits, or has sexual intercourse with another person related to him within a degree of consanguinity within which marriages by the laws of this State are declared incestuous and void, knowing such other person to be within said degree of relationship, is guilty of incest. Punishment: one to ten years. Comment: (Section 14:03-03 states that marriages between parents and children including grandparents and grandchildren of every degree; brothers and sisters, uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, first cousins, of the half as well as of the whole blood; are incestuous and void. This section applies to legitmate as well as illegitimate children and relatives.) OHIO (Section 2905.07, Criminal Code) No persons, being nearer of kin, by consanguinity or affinity, than cousins, having knowledge of such relationship, shall commit adultery or fornication together, are, upon conviction, guilty of incest, herein deemed a felony punishable by incarceration in prison. Punishment: one to ten years.
OKLAHOMA (Section 285, Criminal Code) Persons who, being within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are by the laws of this State declared incestuous and void, intermarry with each other, or commit adultery or fornication with each other, are punishable by imprisonment. Punishment: one to ten years.
OREGON (Section 163.220, Criminal Code) A person convicted of raping his sister, of the whole or half blood, of his daughter or the daughter of his wife, shall be punished by imprisonment. Punishment: zero to life.
(Section 167.035) Any persons, being within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriages are prohibited by law, who intermarry or commit adultery or fornication with each other, such person or either of them shall be punished. Punishment: zero to three years in prison; or three months, one year in County Jail; or two hundred to one thousand dollar fine.
PENNSYLVANIA (Section 4507, Criminal Code) Whoever commits incestuous fornication, or incestuous adultery, or intermarries within the degrees of consanguinity or affinity, according to the following table, is guilty of incest, a felony. A man may not marry his mother, aunt, sister, daughter, stepdaughter, granddaughter, father's wife, son's wife or step-granddaughter. A woman may not marry her corresponding male relatives. Punishment: zero to two thousand dollars and/or zero to five years.
RHODE ISLAND (Section 11-6-4, Criminal Code) Persons within the degrees of consanguinity, within which marriage by law is prohibited or declared to be null and void, who shall intermarry, or commit adultery or fornication with each other, shall be punished. Punishment: zero to ten years. Comment: (Marriages are prohibited and void between: parent and child; grandparent and grandchild; step-parent and stepchild; parent-in-law and son-or daughter-in-law; brother and sister, uncle and niece; aunt and nephew.)
SOUTH CAROLINA (Section 16-402, Criminal Code) Any persons who shall have carnal intercourse with each other within the following degrees of relationship, to wit: (1) A man with his mother, daughter, stepdaughter, grandmother, granddaughter, stepmother, sister, grandfather's wife, son's wife, grandson's wife, wife's mother, wife's grandmother, niece; or, (2) A woman with her corresponding male relatives; shall be adjudged guilty of incest. Punishment: five hundred dollars and/or one year, minimum.
SOUTH DAKOTA: (Section 13.1715, Criminal Code) Persons who, being within the degrees of consanguinity within which marriage are by the laws of this State declared incestuous void, intermarry with each other or commit adultery or fornication with each other are punishable by imprisonment. Punishment: zero to ten years.
TENNESSEE (Section 39-705, Criminal Code) No man shall marry or have carnal knowledge of his mother, aunt, sister, daughter, niece, granddaughter, father's wife, son's wife, step-daughter, step-granddaughter. No woman shall marry or have sexual intercourse with her corresponding male relatives. Punishment: five to twenty-one years.
TEXAS (Articles 496 & 497, Criminal Code of Lone Star State) No man shall marry his mother, aunt, daughter, .sister, niece, granddaughter, father's wife, son's wife, stepdaughter, or step-granddaughter. No woman shall marry or have fornication or commit adultery with her corresponding male relatives; all of which are punishable by imprisonment in State Penitentiary. Punishment: two to ten years.
UTAH (Section 76-53-4, Criminal Code) If any person related to another person within and not including the fourth degree of consanguinity, computed according to the rules of the civil law, shall marry or cohabit with, or engage in sexual intercourse with, such other so related person, knowing her or him to be within said degree of relationship, the person so offending is guilty of the felony of incest, and shall be punished by imprisonment in State Prison. Punishment: three to fifteen years.
VERMONT (Section 205, Criminal Code) Persons between whom marriages are prohibited by the laws of this State who intermarry or commit fornication with each other shall be punished as in case of adultery. Punishment: zero to one thousand dollars and/or zero to five years.
Comment: (A man must not marry his mother, grandmother, stepmother, daughter, granddaughter, grandfather's wife, son's wife, grandson's wife, wife's mother, wife's grandmother, wife's dauther, wife's granddaughter, sister, niece, or aunt. There are corresponding prohibitions on marriage of a woman.
VIRGINIA (Section 18-1-191, Criminal Code of Commonwealth) If any person commits adultery or fornication with any person whom he or she is forbidden by law to marry, such person or persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor; provided, however, that if such person commit adultery or fornication with his daughter or granddaughter, or with her son or grandson, or her father or his mother, such person shall duly be punished by confinement. Punishment: one to ten years in State Penitentiary, or zero to twelve months in Jail and zero to one thousand dollar fine.
WASHINGTON (Section 9.79.090-Criminal Code) Sexual intercourse between any male and female persons, nearer of kin to each other than second cousins, computing by the rules of the civil law, shall constitute the crime of incest and shall be duly punished as follows:
(1) life imprisonment, if committed on child under 10 years.
(2) 20 years maximum, if committed upon child between 10-15 years of age.
(3) 15 years maximum, if committed upon child between 15-18 years of age.
(4) 10 years maximum, if between persons 18 years or older.
WEST VIRGINIA (Section 61-8-12) If any male person shall have sexual intercourse with his mother, sister, daughter, or niece, of it any female person shall have sexual intercourse with her father, stepfather, brother, son or nephew" every such person shall be contrued guilty of a felony. Punishment: five to ten years.
WISCONSIN (Section 944.06, Criminal Code) Whoever marries or had nonmarital sexual intercourse with a person he or she knows is a blood relative and such relative is in fact related in a degree within which the marriage of the parties is prohibited by the law of this State may be imprisoned. Punishment: zero to ten years.
Comment: (Marriages prohibited between persons who are nearer of kin than second cousins, except that marriage may be contracted between first cousins where female has attained age of 55.)
WYOMING (Section 6-85, Criminal Code) If any step-father shall have sexual intercourse with his stepdaughter, knowing her to be such, or if any stepmother and her stepson shall have sexual intercourse, together, having knowledge of their relationship; or if any parent shall have sexual intercourse with his or her child, knowing him or her to be as such; or if any brother and sister, being of the age of 16 years or upwards, shall have sexual intercourse together, having knowledge of their consanguinity, he or she shall be deemed guilty of incest, and thereby, upon due conviction, punished. Punishment: zero to five years in State Penitentiary, or zero to twelve months in jail.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EVALUATION
No one has been able to accurately trace where the incestual began its actual taproots. Incest goes back to our most primitive beginnings, and the Bibilical beginnings of our society were based on this practice. Once society expanded, however, incest was swiftly suppressed and the practice thereby controlled.
The earliest arguments against incest were based on the genetic theory of danger to the survival of the species through inbreeding. One would assume, however, that the original taboo against incest was born from economic necessity; the need to break up family control of wealth and property being urgent for the continued expansion and progress of what was known as the beginnings of our modern society.
Thus the problem we face today is that the taboo of incest is responsible for a majority of the psychological damage which results from incestuous behavior. Because these relationships are forbidden by social custom and law, and because the taboo is so strict, those who so engage harbor a guilt for their actions with which they cannot cope.
Another factor is that as a result of greater mass education and the new permissive attitude toward sexual behavior, the taboos are being questioned. The danger here is that the taboo itself is not clearly expressed, as evidenced by so many of the confusing laws regarding incest in this country, and as a result the taboo may be crumbled by individuals who fail to see its importance. This is a common tendency; the individual comes to grips with a taboo of moral ethic which does not conform to our modern scientific knowledge, and discards it. The moral ethic against adultry, for example, does not conform to current behavior standards, and the majority of the people simply disregard the ethic.
This should not, must not, therefore, happen with the taboo of incest. If incest becomes a common practice in our culture, we face the loss of the family unit as the foundation of our society. This would spell the end of democracy, and of any social order as we know it.
At the same time, we do not need a close examination and thorough revision of both the incest taboo and the incest laws. The confusion in these areas actually helps to increase the practice in society.
If we but face the facts and openly state that the purpose of maintaining the incestual taboo and its laws is to protect the social structure rather than genetic regeneration, we will have to deal with any and all relationships within the family unit, including affinity.
Incest for too long has been shut behind locked doors, shrouded in darkness and secrecy. Perhaps now that the permissive attitude toward sex prevails in our society we can take an in-depth look at this, our most ancient of all sexual taboos. By bringing the immoral sexual activities of those involved (stepparents and stepdaughters in this instance) to light, perhaps we can help others avoid making the same costly mistakes.
As Dr. Albert Ellis points out, the ultimate choice facing us seems to lie somewhere between going forward in a consistently liberal fashion regarding our sexual views, or retreating backward to the ultraconservative sex attitudes and activities which once held sway.
One definite choice, it may be reasonably safe to predict, will eventually dominate all other choices. It is thus important that all people cultivate the necessary quality of sexual understanding, especially in the field of incestuous behavior, which will help make the choice the correct one.
