"The cheeks of my girl friend's ass spread out like twin hills of flesh; smooth, unblemished, edible looking. The color of that flesh was beginning to turn pink from all the biting, tonguing, lapping, and nibbling on the part of her tireless lover. And her lover was her forty-year-old uncle!
"Anger and resentment shook my entire body at sight of my seventeen-year-old girl friend, Judy, naked and alone with her own uncle. Yet the scene stroked my own cock into a throbbing erection. My honey wasn't expecting me that night. I had been feeling lonely and in need of companionship. On an impulse, I walked over to Judy's house. If her parents had left for the evening, as usual, I'd throw a fuck into Judy, since a good blast usually swept the cobwebs from my mind and raised my spirits.
"The front door was open and I just walked in, as usual. But in the hallway, I heard two people whispering and giggling in the living room. Something inside of me flashed a warning signal, and I stood very still. My heart beat so erratically and so loudly, I couldn't hear what was going on. After a while, I inched cautiously towards the living room door and peeked in.
"And there was Judy with her Uncle Dan. Both were naked. Clothes were strewn all over the room. The incestuous couple were on the couch. Apparently, nothing had happened as yet.
"I had always admired Judy's Uncle Dan. At forty, he was one of those athletic, weight-lifting type guys with a terrific physique, and a bulging crotch. I had always joked with him about the size of his prick. Now, I didn't feel it was any laughing matter. At full erection, Dan's cock had to measure a good nine inches of muscle, bone, flesh, and the most vivid color of red that I'd ever seen stain the skin of a penile shaft. The enormous heart-shaped cock head was purple. But again, the darkest purple I'd ever seen on that particular kind of flesh. The eye of the cock head was slightly distended and of a light pink color which contrasted erotically with the remainder of the flesh.
"Dan's nuts were large, jelly-like sacs and Judy couldn't take her hands off them. She had always maintained that it wasn't the size of a man's cock bone but the manner in which it was used that excited her. Now, I could plainly see that this often repeated contention was so much bullshit. She lusted after, the king-sized prick. Her own cunt was on the large size and I had always felt there was too much space whenever I sank my bone into her love box. But she had always maintained that it wasn't necessary to stuff the entire cunt chamber with cock. Bullshit! Now, she was blazing for a tight fit between her cunt and her uncle's monstrous tool.
" 'Oh, Uncle Dan,' she gushed, 'you've got the biggest prick I've ever seen.
I just love and adore it, darling; just can't tear my hands off it.' And without another word, or any prompting from the man, my girl friend jack-knifed over, and planted a great big wet kiss atop the cock head. Then, her tongue slithered down the shaft. She even sucked one ball into her mouth and noisily lapped the loose skin.
"Lust convulsed the forty-year-old man. His facial muscles rubbered into a series of montages depicting ecstasy, anguish, bliss, and pain. The pressures within him became almost too intense to endure. His lips twisted back and forth but the scream spiraling up from the depths of his body choked in his throat. Foam-specked spittle bubbled out of the corners of his mouth and gave him an insane look. The girl looked up to scrutinize her work.
"A smile touched her lips as she assessed her uncle's pain and bliss, his strength and weakness. The power in his body and cock was obvious. But now, so were his weaknesses. Judy was in complete charge of the man. Now, for the sake of her cunt or her mouth over his cock, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his niece. He was completely powerless. And from the flushed look on Judy's face, the glow in her eyes, the dilated pupils, the tiny, white teeth that were barely perceptible behind the full, red lips, I knew that Judy was loving every moment of her hold on the muscle man who was her uncle.
" 'Fuck,' the man whispered in a strained voice. 'Please. Let me fuck you. Now.'
"Judy kept stroking his cock. The smile never left her face. 'Easy does it,' she replied in a low voice as though it excited her to tantalize the man.
But I could tell she was ready for action too. The blood-choked nipples on her smooth, round tits were stiffer than Dan's prick. And the outer lips of her cunt were already distended. Inside the cunt, I detected quickly that the inner lips were already swollen and an angry red in color. The short, blonde hairs around her cunt were moist and glistened when the light from a lamp brushed over the cunt area. She was taking her time about accepting the fuck she obviously craved. Why?
"The answer soon became obvious. She was hot after her uncle's hot, hard cock. But at that moment, she didn't want to feel it in her cunt. She was aching for the feel of cock flesh brushed deep and tight against the walls of her rectum. Judy was lusting after an asshole fuck.
"'You want me to fuck your asshole?' Dan frowned when she first raised the matter of anal sex. The man was undecided. Despite his maturity, he had never tried out this form of sexual activity. Now the conflict within him gave his heavy, brutish features a spirited, intellectual look. Finally, he shrugged, 'Why not?' He stood up. 'A fuck is a fuck. What's the difference if I blow my nuts in your cunt or in your asshole?'
"Dan turned the girl over, and dropped to his knees. Carefully and with growing enthusiasm, he examined the cheeks and rectum of Judy's ass. What he found pleased and excited him. On an impulse, he plunged the tip of his tongue past the ass cheeks and into her asshole. The contact of tongue flesh and ass flesh excited him all the more. 'I'm ready,' he said breathing heavily. 'I'm ready to fuck your ass.' "
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The "Swinging Seventies," have been depicted as an era of ever-increasing sexual permissiveness. Long-held attitudes regarding sexual practices are being demolished with a machine-gun rapidity. Yet, despite this scene of burgeoning liberality, two specific sex acts are still regarded with about the same attitudes as they were during the Dark Ages. These acts are incest and analingus.
The intent of Anal Nieces is to examine prevalent attitudes towards incest and anal sex and to determine whether these attitudes have a basis in fact or are simply prejudice. Five case histories are presented which describe in full detail an incestuous affair between a mature man and his young niece.
In each case, the subjects, or at least one of the subjects, preferred anal sex. And to determine whether or not these subjects were abnormal, their motivations are related to accepted psychological concepts.
Dr. Georges Valensin, a Parisian doctor, also wrote of incestuous love in his latest book, Sex from A to Z. Dr. Valensin maintains that "incest is not biologically unnatural, since animals, except for certain pigs, have no aversion to it. Its prohibition is moral, and even when it was permitted, as in ancient Egypt and Persia, it was reserved for the ruling families.
"The most common form of incest is between father and daughter. It is still frequent in France, in rural areas and alcoholic families. Next comes brother-sister incest. Mother-son incest and homosexual incest are much rarer."
It should be noted that uncle-niece incest has not been as well documented as other forms of this act. Therefore, according to statistics, uncle-niece incest may appear to be little practiced. The reverse is true. More cent and much more efficient investigative techniques have discovered that uncle-niece incest occurs almost as frequently as father-daughter incest.
Dr. Valensin further states that although the practice of incest is exceptional, desire for it at one time or another is the rule, according to scrutinizers of the unconscious. Legal and religious prohibitions of incest are absolute, but literature all over the world has taken a great interest in it, as though it awakened deep resonances everywhere.
Children born of incest tend to have their parents' defects and advantages amplified, as is also true, to a lesser extent, of children whose parents are related in other ways. Some of these children, including Cleopatra, have been remarkable. The great Roland was the son of Charlemagne and one of his sisters. In his later years, Charlemagne prevented his daughters from marrying despite their mature years and countless suitors, as though he wanted to prolong with them the incestuous habits of his youth.
The Marquis de Sade, who always maintained an absolute freedom of ideas, praised incest and said that it strengthened family bonds. Sexologist Marc Lanval was told by his brother-in-law, a surgeon in Antwerp, that the wives of diamond merchants in that city favored incest between their husbands and daughters as a lesser evil, as it helped to prevent the family wealth from being shared by others.
Society then, rather than Nature, has barred incest as a natural act in the conduct of human relationships. Indeed, the desire for incest lies buried within the subconscious of most men and women and influences their conduct whether they know it or not. This is the basis of Freudian theory and has had much influence on psychoanalytic techniques ever since the incest concept was first propounded by Freud.
In the modern sense, is the actual act of incest a perversion? In Complete Sexual Fulfillment, authored by gynecologist Barbara Bross and a writer, Jay Gilbey, we are told that "incest has sometimes been deemed a perversion. It is not. It is a social taboo. It becomes a perversion only in so far as it may leap a generation and put partners of widely differing ages together. A mother who has intercourse with her son commits infantosexuality."
Most cases of uncle-niece incest can be categorized as infantosexuality. The authors go on to state that what lies behind it (incest) psychologically is another matter. But deviant psychological motives may also lie behind seemingly normal acts of intercourse. The spectacle of a couple having intercourse in the simplest of all positions may hide an act of extreme perversion, for the husband may be impotent unless he imagines he is sleeping with a bulldog bitch, and the wife may be frigid unless she pretends to herself that she is committing incest with her father. Sexual intercourse never is what it seems to the outsider. And of any two partners, one always remains an outsider.
In brief, sex is never what it appears to be on the surface. The man-on-woman coital position may possibly be an abnormal act. This is determined by the attitudes that motivate the copulating couple. An act of incest, therefore, may be a perfectly normal act by a couple who are making an effort to find the true meaning of their sexual motivations. But if this is true, then why do social attitudes remain inflexibly opposed to the incestuous couple, regardless of their motivations?
The answer may possibly be found in The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior by Robert M. Goldenson, Ph.D. He states that at one time ... prohibitions (of incest) were attributed to the dangers of inbreeding, but today this theory is largely discredited because it applies only when there are latent hereditary defects in the family line. A more widely accepted explanation is that incest creates rivalries that disrupt family life and prevent the society from enlarging and strengthening itself through outside relationships.
The prevalence of incest taboos indicates that the urge to form these relationships must be widespread. In his theory of psychosexual development, Freud held that every child experiences incestuous impulses directed toward the parent of the opposite sex, although during the latency period an "incest barrier" is ordinarily erected, which deflects sexual interest from the parents to other people and activities. Recent investigations, however, tend to favor environmental explanations. It has been found that incestuous relationships occur most frequently where living quarters are crowded, family standards lowest, and opportunities for sexual experimentation constantly present themselves. This view is supported by the fact that the practice appears to be most common on the lower socioeconomic groups where brother and sister frequently share the same room and the father lives in close contact with adolescent daughters.
It should be noted here that uncle-niece incest is most prevalent in close-knit family units where the uncle is either a part of the household or a frequent visitor.
Anal sex is not practiced by incestuous couples with any more frequency than anyone else. Each case subject who preferred anal sex was found to be motivated by a different set of circumstances. But there are many physical reasons that explain the desire for anal sex. In Complete Sexual Fulfillment, the connection between the female sex partner and anal sex is clearly described. The authors state: There can be no doubt that the anus is a genuine erogenous zone of the body in men and women. The nerves that line the anal opening and lead back from it are nerves that produce erotic sensations. Therefore, the anus is a legitimate organ of sexual pleasure.
Generally women are found to be more anal-erotic; some prefer stimulation of this area to vaginal stimulation. If a wife is honestly anal-erotic, she should let her husband know about it, for this is quite common.
There are several ways of stimulating the nerves in the vicinity of the anus. During foreplay, the buttocks can become a focal point of attention, the husband pinching them lightly, running his fingers and nails and full palms over them as well as kissing and breathing lightly upon them. Slowly, these caresses should concentrate on the gap and then upon the bud of the anus.
During intercourse, the coital rhythm may be reproduced by moving a finger in and out of the anus. Some women who are anal-erotic prefer the insertion of a finger at climax to trigger their own orgasm.
Men are also often anal-erotic. It is not, for example, any secret that the passive homosexual often receives stimulation during sodomy through the nerves that line the tract and through prostatic massage. A woman can increase a man's pleasure at climax, if he is anal-erotic, by reaching for his buttocks and moving her finger across the anal opening.
Anal erotism in both men and women is a behavioral trait that arises during the formative years. According to The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior, the association of the anus with sexual desire is developed in infancy. "These sensations (anal erotism) arise in infancy during the anal phase of psychosexual development when the child derives gratification from expulsion, retention, or observation of the feces. If the libido or pleasure drive is arrested or fixated at that stage, the individual will have a tendency to derive special pleasure from this region in later life ... The individual who is fixated at the anal-erotic stage is believed to develop anal character traits of obsessive orderliness, cleanliness, and miserliness ..."
Incestuous conduct involving the anus may, in certain instances, be abnormal and valid expression of sexual love which reflects the individual's true character traits. It is not necessarily psychologically damaging. More often than not, attitudes towards sexual conduct are more harmful to the individual than the act itself. In volume four of The Encyclopedia of Sexual Behavior, we are told that: human sexual behavior is learned. It is learned in the context of particular cultural values supported by particular societies. Sex behavior in human beings can never be free in the sense that freedom is popularly defined.
Scientifically, freedom in man's behavior is always related to his ability to make a choice among limited alternatives. In this sense, some societies ... are freer than others but all societies control the sexual behavior of their members.
These societies which have permissive attitudes towards sex and allow numerous alternatives in regard to sexual behavior, we call pro sexual ...
Despite a powerful remaining element of fascistic ideology, there seems to be, generally speaking, a strong and persistent democratic trend towards more rational sexual behavior both in the free world and certain areas behind the Iron Curtain ...
The trend towards sexual permissiveness is rapidly spreading throughout the world. Yet no social order anywhere condones the act of incest. And anal sex is still regarded with a mixture of distaste and abhorrence. Will attitudes during the "Swinging Seventies" become more relaxed towards incest and anal sex?
This report hopes to broaden the reader's conception of incest and anal sex and assist him in making his own determination about the perverseness or Tightness of such acts.
CHAPTER ONE - MY UNCLE, MY LOVER
"Ever since I watched my girl friend get fucked by her uncle, I couldn't get my mind off my own niece's cunt. When I started college last fall, I was invited to board at the home of my older brother, his wife, and their thirteen-year-old daughter Donna who already was a real beauty. Every now and then, I'd catch a glimpse of my sister-in-law's cunt, and once I peeked at Donna when she was taking a bath. Her cunt was almost hairless, tight, and delicious looking enough to have made my mouth water. My sister-in-law's cunt was also beautiful for a mature woman; plenty of cunt hairs, thick lips-delicious looking, too. I knew then that if I ever got a chance to prick my sister-in-law's cunt, I wouldn't hesitate. But after I saw my girl friend Judy take such a hot fuck off her uncle, my mind started to consider ways and means of screwing that tight, virgin cunt of my niece Donna.
"My brother and sister-in-law were always leaving us alone when they went out on the town. And so I had plenty of opportunities to slap a cock bone into Donna's cunt. But what I lacked was nerve. I didn't know how Donna would react. Suppose she told her daddy or mother? I'd be up the proverbial shit crick. No, I needed plenty of time to feel out the situation and determine whether or not Donna was ready to be fucked. She was pretty enough, with the burgeoning tits and swelling ass of a growing girl. Her legs were sturdy and shaped like a pair of nutcrackers. All I had to do was just look at the kid and I'd get a hard on. But when that bone shot up and I'd finally gather enough guts to go through with it, my sister-in-law Marge would always show up. I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to find out if Donna was mature enough to handle a fuck or not. The way things worked out, her own mother Marge gave me the clue.
"My brother was out of town on a business trip for a couple of days. On that first evening, Marge asked me if I'd help take her measurements since she was making a pants suit for herself. Marge did all of her own sewing and made most of her own clothes. She was quite a looker, with copper-colored hair, a full set of tits, and a pair of ass cheeks sweet as peaches. And she knew how to dress in a way to accent her shapely figure. I often wondered how often my brother fucked her. The only time I saw Marge's cunt was when I walked past her bedroom when the door was open. She was dressing and I caught a glimpse of her hairs in the dresser mirror, "When Marge asked me to take her measurements with the tape rule, I couldn't help think of those lovely reddish-colored cunt hairs. My cock started to erect. That's when I dropped to my knees to conceal the fact that there was a good-sized bulge between my legs. 'I'll measure your legs first,' I told Marge, and I pressed the back of one hand into her crotch and measured the length of her long and shapely leg. With the back of one hand in the vicinity of Marge's cunt, I felt the warmth ooze out of the crack.
"Although I wasn't yet twenty years old, I was mature enough to know that a woman's cunt didn't release that kind of heat unless the owner of that cunt was in a passionate state. Marge was wearing a pair of tight-fitting slacks, and the crack of cunt was clearly visible. Marge was in her late thirties at the time, and the thought of screwing my brother's wife lashed me with such waves of excitement that I could hardly draw a breath. My face grew flushed, my eyes watery, and my hand started to tremble so violently that the back of my hand accidentally flew against the cunt crack.
"But Marge didn't brush it away or look annoyed with me. To the contrary, she seemed pleased, and arched her hips just a bit as though to intensify the contact between the back of my hand and her genitals. 'What's bothering you, honey?' she asked in a low voice. She knew I had split with my girl friend and wasn't getting any pussy. Now, for the first time, I realized there was a chance of getting into my sister-in-law's cunt. I was on my knees, looking up at her, at her handsome face, her shapely body and cunt gash. The cloth of her slacks had tucked itself tightly into the slit between her legs. And thinking of that delicious cunt, the tangle of reddish-colored hairs, the moisture, and the fragrant cunt aroma, I impulsively raised up a bit and planted a great big kiss around the vicinity of her cunt.
"Grabbing the bull by the horns, I said, impulsively, 'Cunt! That's what bothers me night and day since I broke up with Judy. I want it so bad I jack off ten times a day.'
"Marge pretended to look shocked. But I could see that she was real pleased with my being so frank. Her hands dropped down over my head and she played with my hair. 'Poor kid,' she said in a low, husky voice that was laced with lust. 'What happened between you and Judy? She looked like she was a hot piece of ass.'
"I'd never heard Marge talk so openly about sex, and my cock shaft began to throb so agitatedly I thought I was going to cream my pants. I jumped up straight and let Marge take a good look at the protrusion between my legs. I blurted out the truth. 'Caught her getting fucked by her own uncle. He must have been about forty years old!' Resentment pulled my lips down. 'I just don't go for that kind of shit. Either she's fucking me or not. I don't intend to share my women. Besides, fucking her own uncle is a dirty, rotten thing to do. She must be sick!'
"Marge laughed. 'Relax, honey,' she urged me in a gentle voice. 'She's only human and so is her uncle. And as for not wanting to share women,' she shrugged, 'you'll learn someday, when you're older, that it's only normal to get a yen for a stray piece of ass.' She looked very serious when she added, 'Variety is the spice of life, and don't let no one give you any shit to the contrary.'
" 'What about you and Freddy?' I asked. Freddy was my brother and a real stud. Cunt was on his mind morning, noon, and night. When he came home from work in the evening, he'd need a piece of ass almost immediately. And Marge was always boasting that she could take anything he could dish out any time of day.
"Marge was silent a while. Then, she replied, 'Sure, me and Freddy are no different than anyone else. His cock is the greatest, and my cunt has never failed to make him blow yet. But,' she added, hesitantly, 'like I already said. Variety is the spice of life. I've fixed Freddy up with a couple of my girl friends to try out. But he's never found anyone for me to fuck. Says the men he knows aren't good enough for me. I think it's a case of dog in the manger. He wants a stray piece of pussy but won't let me have a crack at a strange piece of ass. I'm almost ashamed to say this, but I was a virgin when Freddy broke me in. And I've never been with another man in my life.
Now, at thirty-eight, I'm dying to look at and feel another man's stiff prick.' And she looked boldly down at the bulge in my pants.
"The cheeks of my face looked as though someone had dabbed red paint all over them. I was trembling so badly, I had to keep my hands clasped behind my back. 'I think you're the greatest,' I blurted out. 'But I wouldn't feel right about fucking my own brother's wife.'
" 'Why not?' Marge asked and began to stroke the protrusion between my legs.
" 'What if Freddy caught us?' I stammered.
" 'He's not home,' Marge reminded me. 'And won't return for a couple of days. Besides, he's fucked my girl friend, and I didn't cry outrage.'
" 'I just don't feel right about it,' I said, stubbornly. 'Suppose the kid catches us?' I was referring to Donna, my niece, the girl I really wanted to score with.
"Marge smiled. 'Don't worry about Donna snitching on us. She kind of goes for you. In fact, you're her favorite uncle. If she wasn't thirteen years old, I'd let you break her in right.'
"I guess I must have blushed so furiously and looked so perplexed that Marge read my mind. At least, she guessed that I had a yen for Donna's young, hairless cunt. 'Why, darling,' she said with a big and bright smile to let me know she wasn't sore. 'You can fuck Donna with my deepest thanks. She's at an age where she's simply itching for a feel and taste of cock. And I can't keep an eye on her every minute. I'm terrified that she's going to get mixed up with some hot-nutted hippie. If you fuck her on a regular basis, she'll stay home, and I won't have to worry about her. In fact, I've caught her jacking off a couple of times with your picture in front of her.'
"Before I could stop Marge, she unzipped my fly and eased my straining cock bone out into the open. 'Not bad,' she breathed with her eyes fastened to the flesh of my cock. 'You're hung differently than Freddy. Yet you've got what it takes.' She wrapped a fist around the penile shaft and squeezed until I winced. 'I could take plenty of this,' she told me, 'and no shit.'
"Despite the fact that I ached for a fuck in the very worst way, I still felt that I had the upper hand. Marge was even hotter than I was. This was the time to make a contract with my sister-in-law. Despite my discomfort and fear that I'd blow prematurely and therefore lose my bargaining power, I said, quickly, 'If I fuck you, will you-will you let me break in Donna?'
" 'Of course!' Marge said emphatically, and tightened the grip around my cock bone. 'Now give me some of this before I get sick!'
" 'I can't fuck you through your clothes,' I reminded her.
" 'That's one obstacle that can be quickly removed,' she said, and pulled off her clothes as though her life depended on it. I'd never before seen a woman undress so quickly. And finally, when the very last garment had dropped to her lovely feet and she stood naked before me, the muscles in my genitals began to contract and expand involuntarily as though they were striving to eject cream before I got the chance to stuff her cunt.
"To counteract this development, I quickly busied myself with disrobing, and tried to force myself to think of other things besides Marge and Donna's cunt. At any rate, I managed to step naked out of the last garment without creaming myself. Marge appraised my naked, athlete's body and gave the wolf whistle. 'Very nice,' she informed me. 'I could eat your ass or cock without any problems whatsoever.'
"When Marge started talking about her love of anal sex, or as she put it, 'eating your ass,' I began to realize that I was really unsophisticated when it came to the complexities of sex. Judy and I had experimented around with various positions. But we'd never engaged in oral sex. And I always blew my nuts inside her cunt. Now, I realized with mounting excitement that there was a big, wide world of new sexual adventures awaiting me. And I was going to explore that world with Marge, and later with her daughter Donna.
"And I guess because my mind was on anal sex, my eyes merely glanced over the frontal view of Marge's naked body. "Turn around,' I said. 'I think I can work up quite a case for your ass. It does look good enough to eat.'
"Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Marge grow more excited when I complimented and praised her lovely-looking cheeky ass. 'Oh, honey,' she breathed, 'my ass is good enough to eat. I just washed and perfumed the cheeks. And inside, too. Especially inside,' she added in a coaxing way.
There wasn't a doubt where she wanted my tongue. I dropped to my knees and stabbed Marge's asshole with my tongue!"
Puberty literally assaults a young girl with so many physical and mental changes that quite often she is unable to cope. This transition into young womanhood can be greatly influenced by the environment in which the girl is reared. Donna W., thirteen, was raised by sexually sophisticated parents.
Sex was often discussed in front of the girl, and the discussions were held with candor and without a sense of shame. The girl did not develop the attitude where sex was related to filth. She learned quite early that sex was a normal desire, and that if one took certain precautions and was discriminating in the choice of partners, sex could be enjoyed without any psychological damage.
When Donna was thirteen and first awakened to the need for sex, she was encouraged to have sexual relations with her uncle who was then twenty-two years of age. The girl was encouraged to engage in this incestuous relationship by her own mother, Marge W., a thirty-eight-year-old woman with strong passions and sexual appetites. Realizing that her daughter had inherited these same traits, Marge W. was concerned that Donna would grow frustrated as her maturing body craved for the feel and touch of a naked male. Secondly, Marge was concerned that, as a vent for these sexual frustrations, young Donna would get involved with an undesirable partner.
Thus, the mother encouraged her daughter to express her sexual longings towards Don W., twenty-two, the uncle of the girl.
Was Marge W. justified in encouraging her young daughter to seek sexual release? In Human Sexuality by James Leslie McCarey, we are given an insight into the many changes which beset a girl at puberty. "This is a period of 'sexual awakening,' which is met with ambivalent reactions by both sexes.
Attitudes, emotions, and interests change. Experimentation and new physical gratifications such as masturbation begin to occur or increase in frequency."
This was true of Donna. She actually reached the period of "sexual awakening," as McCarey put it, at age twelve. At that period she started to masturbate with increasing frequency and frustration. First, she learned to excite her clitoris with her fingers. Then she discovered that she could affect a copulatory movement with her fingers by thrusting them in and out of her vagina with ever increasing speed until an orgasm was achieved.
Eventually, she experimented with objects such as carrots or bananas. As she masturbated, she fantasized herself with a naked male, and usually an older one. Because her parents were so candid about sex, Donna associated sex with adults.
McCarey further wrote about this changing period in a girl's life: "Possessing a positive attitude toward the biological sexual urge and condition, as well as an understanding of society's expectations of the newly emerging self, is essential to the emotional well-being of both sexes at this time ..."
Donna's parents, Marge and Fred W., firmly believed that they took a positive attitude towards their daughter's attempts to adjust to young womanhood and take her place in an adult world. They didn't want her to suffer the agonies of prolonged virginity. And they encouraged her to indulge in sex in any position, including anal, that suited her emerging sexual temperament.
But was not this attitude counter to that "understanding of society's expectations of the newly emerging self? A few years back, there wouldn't have been a doubt that Fred and Marge W. acted against the best interests of the girl. Didn't they introduce the girl to a situation of sex without love?
And isn't sex without love a shameful and even harmful act?
Dr. Albert Ellis doesn't think so. In his book, Sex Without Guilt, he states: Premarital copulation, it is alleged, leads to sex without love. This is sheer nonsense, since most of the great love affairs of human history, such as that of Heloise and Abelard, appear to have been fornicative ones. Sex, no matter how it is indulged, normally creates and enhances love.
Virginity, especially when it is prolonged and taken to extremes, seems to be the true enemy of love (and often engenders deep-seated hostility to others). Sex without love, moreover, is hardly a heinous crime, and appears to be quite delightful and to add immeasurably to the lives of literally millions of individuals.
The most cogent argument for premarital sex (including pubertal sex) is offered by Dr. Ellis when he stated: " ... sex is fun: heterosexual relations, in particular, are the very best of fun; and more heterosexual relations are still more fun.
"Assuming that human beings who remain virginal till marriage are more pure and saintly than those who do not, the thesis cannot very well be upheld that they are commonly happier and more joyful. To fornicate may be 'sinful'; but it is also a rare delight. Perhaps we would be saner to work at making it less rare rather than less delightful."
Dr. Ellis asks the question: "May an informed and intelligent individual in our culture justifiably and guiltlessly have coitus before marriage?"
His answer: "On the basis of the existing evidence, viewed quite apart from the myths which are so widely published and broadcast in this area, it is exceptionally difficult to see why he or she may not."
These beliefs were held by Fred and Marge W. And that is the way they brought up their daughter. Thus, Donna W. was able to engage in anal coitus with her own uncle without a feeling of guilt or shame.
"When I was a thirteen-year-old girl, my parents let me watch them fuck.
They were the grooviest parents a kid could ever have. They just thought that sex was a normal body appetite like food and drink. And they didn't make it a taboo kind of subject like the parents of my girl friends did. The first cock I ever saw belonged to my dad, and he didn't try to hide it on me, or act like I was a dirty little kid when I walked into the bathroom to watch him take a piss. After he got through, he let me examine it closely and even handle it. I didn't waste any time in grabbing for it.
" 'Not so hard,' dad cautioned me. 'My cock is the most sensitive part of my entire body. Just hold it loose in your hand, and squeeze it gently if you wish.'
"At first, I just held that lovely prick in my hand and admired the beauty of the flesh. The splash of black cock hairs up dad's belly held me, too, as did the two huge balls that hung loosely down at the base of the cock shaft.
This cock was the part of dad's body that he stuffed inside of mom's cunt.
And standing there with the soft piece of meat in my hand, I just couldn't associate this sleepy little penis with the monstrous bone that I saw dad fuck mom with. Then the fleshlike worm in my hand began to stir as though it had a life of its own. My eyes bulged out as the shaft slid quietly out and up until the head was pointing almost directly at the ceiling. The head kept expanding until it resembled the top of a huge mushroom. But there was one startling difference: the color. I thought I could almost see the blood surging underneath the skin of the shaft and head. Finally, the flesh of the entire stiffened prick looked as though it had been stained with a million red and black berries.
"My fingertips crept slowly up over the shaft and then felt the smooth, velvety skin of the cock head. Here and there, my fingertips increased the pressure over the cock meat as though they belonged to the hands of a blind person deciphering Braille.
"To say that dad was affected by the feel of my hand on his cock would be the understatement of the year. His eyes bulged out like a couple of skinned plums, and his breathing became harsh and strained. His prick then continued to erect another couple of degrees, and the outer skin pulsed back and forth like the throat of a croaking frog.
"Dad's reactions were actually mild compared to the churning upheaval inside my own body. I felt as though an atomic bomb had just been exploded within me. My cunt started to throb rhythmically as though it was grabbing for a prick head. I felt the outer lips of my cunt distend and contract with violent, swift, and jerking movements as though it was the mouth of a beached fish gasping for water. My vision blurred momentarily, and the veins and arteries streaking in and out of my cunt area enlarged to a near-breaking point. Then, I felt droplets of moisture surging out of the depths of my cunt and dampening the hairs of my cunt and the skin of my thighs. 'I came,' I breathed apologetically to dad.
"Dad carefully made me remove my hand from his cock. Then he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. The starch evaporated from the shaft, and the penis shriveled back to its normal flaccid condition. 'You just had a climax,' dad said. 'A very normal thing under the circumstances. Don't sound apologetic about it. You just behaved in a very normal manner. But there's no doubt about it in my mind. It's time you got fucked.'
" 'Oh dad!' I squealed. 'I'd love to feel a real prick inside me. I'm getting tired of jacking off. Besides, it's not doing me any good.' But I fell silent. 'I don't have any boyfriends. Besides, I don't want any of the boys at school to know I need to be fucked. They'll tease me to death and make fun of me.'
" 'Don't worry, pumpkin,' dad said and looked at me in a very serious way.
'Your dad will think of something. I'll have a talk with your mother. She'll know how to handle this problem.'
"My dad's attitude was really great. Yet, I couldn't help complain, 'But what good will it do? I've never really been fucked. I wouldn't know how.
The whole thing would scare me to death. I'd be so worried, I wouldn't enjoy myself, or get more relief than I do when I use my fingers.'
"Dad thought a moment. 'You're right, baby,' he agreed. 'The most important thing you'll have to do in your life-and yet no one tells you how to do it, or tries to prepare you for the experience.' He clenched his fists. 'I'm gonna try and be a better parent to you than the ones I had. I grew up in ignorance about sex, and had to do a lot of suffering because of that ignorance.' He draped an arm around my shoulders. 'Don't worry, honey. Daddy will fix. Tonight, I'm gonna screw your mom. You come into our bedroom and watch. Try and learn the hang of things.'
" 'But who will I fuck?' I asked, bewilderedly.
" 'You learn how to fuck first. Then you let me worry about that,' dad replied.
"And that's the way I left the situation. I could hardly wait for the day to end and for dad to throw that big, meaty tool of his into my mother's cunt.
Dad was hung like the stallion on grandma's farm. And that stallion did a terrific job on the old mare who really loved every inch of the prick. But of course, animals have no finesse about the sex act. And finesse was what I was going to learn by watching a real stud like pop blast it into mom's love box.
"Mom readily agreed to dad's plan of letting me watch them fuck. In fact, I thought I detected a bit of excitement splinter through mom's body at the prospect of having a voyeur, and especially one who was her own puberty-aged daughter.
"That night, I crept stealthily into the bedroom of my parents. I hoped they wouldn't pay any attention to me at all. They didn't. Once they got down to cases and started peeling off their clothes, they had eyes for no one else but each other. Dad's cock was stiff before he was even completely nude. I tried to fantasize that I was really mom, and braced myself for the assault.
When mom took all of her clothes off, I really gaped at the loveliness of her naked body. She always wore such tight-fitting undergarments that I never could really guess her true shape. Now, without the restraints of bra and girdle, mom's naked, fleshy body spilled out into ample but firm curves.
And despite the fact that dad must have seen mom's naked body a couple of million times, his eyes became transfixed on her female flesh.
"Mom had a buxom, tall figure but all the curves were in the right places, and the skin was smooth as though she was a young girl. Her huge tits sagged a bit but that didn't detract a bit from their loveliness. The nipple flesh was a blood red color, and they were stiffly erected like dad's prick. Mom's heavy belly curved out a bit but that slant of flesh made it all the more erotic, I thought. There was so much black, curling hair around her cunt that I could hardly locate the lips. Some of the hairs were actually sucked into the cleavage of cunt. Mom's tall legs were shapely and also properly proportioned. But the loveliest part of mom's entire body, I thought, were the cheeks of her ass. These cheeks were so full, firm, and rounded that they resembled, in a way, the cleavage of mom's breasts. They looked like a couple of tits. But they were firmer, of course, and there was an erotic hint of even better things that lay buried deep within that delightful valley of rear-end love.
"And now, dad taught me the meaning of finesse when it came to the act of love. At the smell of cunt, a stallion or any other animal mounts up and throws the fuck. But happily, my dad was no animal. He was a lover in the style of Casanova. Mom dropped onto her knees with her arms on the mattress of the bed. Dad got down on his hands and knees and lowered his face behind my mother's ass. 'Lovely,' he murmured, and he softly caressed the smooth flesh of each cheek. 'They're divine,' and he meant the cheeks. Then he did something that I will never forget for the rest of my life. He pursed his lips together, and planted a great, big, slobbery kiss on mom's ass. He was kissing my mother's ass! And that really turned her on.
"Mother sighed, 'Oh, darling, you're so good to me. I just adore your kisses.' She meant that she adored the way pop was kissing her ass. But that was only the beginning. My education into the mysteries of anal love was quickly expanded.
"Dad flicked one cheek aside and peered inside the cleavage between the cheeks. He looked as though he was searching for something. And that search brought his mouth even closer to mom's anus, the actual asshole, that I had never related to an act of love. But mom's asshole, as I was quickly learning, was very much a part of her love equipment. And despite the location of this particular piece of equipment, and the unorthodox manner in which it was being used, my common sense quickly informed me that mom's anal cavity was just as legitimate piece of love equipment as any other part of her body. There wasn't a doubt that she had carefully washed, powdered and perfumed the cheeks of her ass as well as the rectal area between the cheeks. And under those conditions, there wasn't one good reason why a man couldn't make love to that particular part of a woman's body.
"And as dad pierced mom's asshole with his tongue, my own rectal tube began to twitch, involuntarily. I couldn't help but fantasize a wild scene in which an imaginary lover of my own was laying a big, wet, fleshy piece of tongue meat into my asshole. As I continued to watch, and as mom's hot, moaning sounds pierced every corner in the room, I reared over on one ass cheek and ran a finger into my own rectum.
"At that moment, mom reached back, grabbed hold of dad's head and pushed his face deep between her ass cheeks. Dad seemed to know exactly what had to be done. He contracted the muscles of his tongue until it was prick-stiff, and drove it hard and true into mom's rectum. The tongue-spear must have hit the mark because mom's head snapped back and she emitted a moan like an old bitch dog in heat finally getting screwed. Dad's tongue had, indeed, penetrated into the rectal cavity and dropped down to the very base of that particular shaft. Mom's asshole was totally stuffed with wet, hot tongue.
And she loved it.
"But, as I quickly learned, there was more to anal love than the mere feel of a tongue inside the rectum. Mom threw both hands behind her and seized dad's head in such a firm grip that he couldn't move a muscle. She was taking charge of the action, and she knew exactly where that tongue had to be positioned inside her asshole. When she made certain that dad couldn't move his head out from between her cheeks, she maneuvered her hips around in a slight gyration until the tip of dad's tongue hit the precise center of her asshole. Then, she slammed her cheeks back hard, and commenced to pump back and forth in ever-increasing fucking movements.
"She was literally using dad's tongue as a prick, and her asshole as a cunt.
In a very short period of time, saliva streamed out of dad's mouth and down his chin. But mom didn't slacken the tempo of the ass fuck for a single moment. The cheeks of her ass bounced back and forth with jackhammer speed and power.
"Now my education into the exciting rites of anal sex was further enlarged.
One of dad's hands slid under mom's crotch, and several of his fingers dipped into her pussy. At the feel of dad's fingers inside the love well, mom let out a bloodcurdling scream that goose-pimpled my entire body. Dad was reaching for that little love handle called the clitoris. And that reminded me that I had a female cock of my own. I still had one finger inside my asshole. But with my other hand, I pulled up my skirt and dropped my straining fingers under my panties and over my cunt hairs. My educated fingers located my 'prick' immediately, and I started to strum away as I watched the action on the bed between my mom and dad.
"Mom and dad now had a double fuck going for themselves. And from the look on mom's face, a double fuck had to mean double ecstasy. Dad was driving his tongue in and out of mom's asshole; his fingers were jacking at her clitoris and thrusting in and out of the vagina. Even though the room wasn't very well lighted, I could see that mom's eyes had assumed a glassy stare and were fixed. It was as though her vision was turned in on some inward vibration.
"All of a sudden, she started slamming the cheeks of her ass back and forth against dad's face with such a demonic fury I thought she'd gone insane.
Perhaps, for those few driving, furious seconds preceding the climax, she was insane ... with lust. But then, as I was later to learn, mom hit the Big One, as she called it. A female can orgasm at various intensities but there is only one Big One, or Big O, as I learned to refer to this height of orgasmic bliss.
"Dad instinctively knew that mom was on the threshold of unleashing an ocean full of cunt juice. And he acted with the quick expertise of the consummate lover. He wrenched his face out from between the cheeks of mom's ass, and slapped his mouth hard and tightly against mom's streaming cunt. Then, he sucked, lapped, and swallowed the flowing love honey that mom provided for him in such abundance.
"Finally, the flow abated, and mom's entire body rubbered as though she didn't have a single bone left. Dad pulled his mouth off her cunt as she collapsed over the bed. Moonbeams slanted through the window and danced lightly over mom's glistening cunt hairs. The lips were still distended, and the clitoris was still in a state of erection. At least, I thought mom's clit was still visible but I wasn't completely certain. I was too busy playing with my own cunt, and I kept hammering away with my fingers for an orgasm that insisted on eluding me. The demonstration of anal sex was exciting but it wasn't enough to make me hit a real Big One. And that's what I craved. I still felt frustrated.
"And so did dad. But he could do something about it. After mom blew her wad and fell exhausted over the bed, dad stood up with a bone on that was even more monstrous than the one I saw him with in the bathroom. My own mouth watered. Now, it was his turn to blow. But mom claimed she was too tired.
This made dad kind of sore. 'Blow me!' he insisted.
"Mom remained on her back. Her face was still drenched with sweat. 'Aw honey,' she whined, 'I'm pooped. Can't it wait till morning?'
" 'Cunt,' dad breathed in the grip of blind lust. 'Got to blow in your cunt!'
" 'But my cunt hurts after that workout you gave it,' mom insisted. 'In the morning. I promise you, I'll make you come big.'
"Dad shook his head vigorously. He wasn't interested in the state of his cock twelve hours later. He had to blow, and right now! And if he gave in to mom now, and on such a crucial matter, dad was afraid he'd be surrendering a vital male prerogative. 'Now!' he screamed and grabbed mom's legs and wrenched her around to face him. Mom was still laying on her back but facing dad and with her legs off the bed. Now, dad forced her legs apart and wrapped them around his waist. That left him free to walk between them and aim his heated cock straight at the gaping pussy. This he did with his characteristic marksmanship. The head of his cock hit the target right on.
The cunt lips spread even wider apart, and the shaft of hard prick slid easily down the love shaft until it was completely immersed. This feel of hot cock reawakened mom, and she quickly threw off her lethargy.
" 'Fuck me!' she screamed. And as dad thrust his tool back and forth, there were no complaints from mom, no excuses, no pleadings to await the morning.
She wanted the fuck now and just as desperately as dad. And that's what she got: a fuck, and one of magnificent proportions. And it was quite clear that mom was once again scaling the heights that would eventually lead her to the goal of every normal female: the Big O. But this time, there was a double orgasm, for dad blew his load too. His cock erupted with the force of a giant cannon that nearly sent him spinning backwards out of mom's cunt. And mom's well was spurting out a stream of love fluid. This time, dad collapsed also. And he made no more demands from mom's cunt.
"I went back to my own bedroom but I was sick with desire. I craved a prick of my own to stab into my cunt. And I started to bug my parents to make good their promise to find me a good, clean fuck to pacify my raging cunt. But the next day, dad had to leave town on a business trip and couldn't help with my problem. And to my greatest surprise, I accidentally caught my uncle Don tonguing mom's asshole. I always thought my uncle Don was kind of cute, and I often kidded him about screwing his girl friend Judy. Even after he broke up with his girl friend, I never really considered him as a possible fuck. After all, Don was my uncle!
"But after the way I saw him eat mom's ass, I knew my uncle Don had possibilities. Then I heard mom encouraging him to throw me a fuck. I ran to my room immediately and successfully jacked off. I almost hit the Big One.
But of course, that was impossible to accomplish with mere fingers. The Big O required the services of a tongue or cock. And that's what I intended to get from my uncle Don.
"The chance came that evening. Mom said she had a headache and went to bed early. Of course, she wanted to leave Uncle Don and myself alone. And I had an idea that somehow, mom was going to discreetly watch the entire seduction. But I wasn't quite sure whether Uncle Don or I was supposed to do the seducing. I ached all over for cock, and Don was hungry for young cunt.
And after I watched him eat mom's ass, I knew exactly what I wanted him to do to me.
"But once we were alone, Uncle Don went shy on me. I guess it was the idea of fucking his own niece, and also I was so much younger than him. I was still at the jail-bait age but if my own mom was agreeable for him to fuck me, there wouldn't be any trouble. Still, I guess in the minds of some men, there's a built-in reserve about screwing a girl of jail-bait age. And so as we sat alone in the living room, the rules of the game were quickly established. It was up to me to break down Uncle Don's natural reserve about fucking his young niece.
"For the occasion, I had selected my most fetching miniskirt, and made certain there wouldn't be any panties underneath. When I walked into the room, he was pretending to watch a show on television. But I could tell his mind wasn't concentrating on the show. He was too much of a man to pass up a chance to fuck me. Yet he was just plain scared. I sat down on the easy chair that was catty-corner to his chair. I wanted to make certain he got an eyeful when I sat down. And he did.
"I dropped into the chair and pretended to be terribly interested in the show. But the skirt of my mini slid up to my thighs, and even a blind man could see the shape of my cunt. Don's eyes crept stealthily up my legs, over my thighs, and braked to an abrupt halt over my cunt. From the way he stared, I guessed that he had never seen a cunt on a thirteen-year-old girl before. At that age, I only had a few blonde, soft hairs growing timidly up the sides of the crack. But the lips of my cunt weren't flat and tight like the ones on a lot of girls I know. Even at age thirteen, my cunt lips were thick, slightly distended, and exuded an aura of lust. And the mere knowledge that a grown man was staring so hungrily at the slit flicked my clitoris into view and into a full state of rigidity.
"I was gratified to see a bulge develop between Uncle Don's legs. And I was even more thrilled to watch that bulge grow like baker's dough. Yet I pretended not to notice. It was up to the man to make the first overt move.
I didn't want to detract from my uncle's manhood, or make him feel insignificant. To get a good fuck, I had to make him feel that he was going to boss my cunt. Yet I didn't and couldn't wait all night for him to make a move. All of a sudden, he grew terribly shy and afraid, too. My duty was plain. I had to make a move but in such a way as to give Don the initiative.
I didn't want any emasculated man taking charge of my cunt.
"The terrible urgency of the moment stimulated my imagination. I suddenly remembered the relish with which Don had eaten mom's ass. Apparently, the well curved cheeks of a woman's ass turned him on. Fortunately, I was well endowed with plenty of ass flesh. And my cheeks were a lot firmer and smoother than the ones on mom. And if ass was what Don wanted, that's what I was going to hand him on a platter.
"I stood up and walked over to the television set and pretended to adjust the image. Now I had to turn my back on my uncle and bend over to reach the knob on the TV set. Naturally, as I bent over, the skirt of my mini went sliding up my back and the cheeks of my ass were suddenly and dramatically exposed to his startled eyes that bulged tightly in their sockets. I bent over further to give him an even better look, and I heard a long, drawn-out sigh trickle wistfully through his lips. Now that I was certain I had his undivided attention, I spread the cheeks apart to let him massage his eyeballs with a bit of rectal flesh. That did it!
"The next thing I knew I felt a hot, moist tongue lapping up and down the cleavage between my ass cheeks. Uncle Don had clumped down on his knees and had pressed his face against my ass. With a little prodding, he had made the first move. From that point on, it didn't make any difference who took the initiative. Besides, it was up to me now to communicate my receptiveness. I dropped to my knees too. 'Oh darling uncle,' I called over my shoulder. 'Eat my ass! Please lay in plenty of tongue.'
"With that bit of encouragement, the gates of lust were flung wide open.
Uncle Don pushed me flat on my stomach and flung my skirt up and over my waist. He wanted a clear and unobstructed view of my ass. And that was one goal easily accomplished. With the skirt over my waist, he could now luxuriate in the richness of all my ass flesh and the valley of love between the cheeks. Uncle Don had stretched out on his stomach also, and he encircled the cheeks of my ass with his arms.
"I had a curious sensation that Uncle Don was such an aficionado of female ass flesh that he was making love directly to my ass. He covered each one of my swelling cheeks with kisses as though they were actually the cheeks of my face. This was a game that two could play. And the thought of my uncle making love to my ass excited me. 'Let me kiss you, darling,' I whispered over my shoulder.
"Uncle Don nodded and closed his eyes as any normal lover would do in the arms of his sweetheart. But my lover was being confronted by the cheeks of my ass and I had to quickly improvise a soul kiss with my rear-end love equipment. And to my surprise, I found I was able to improvise a kiss quickly, easily, and most effectively. I spread apart each ass cheek as though they were a pair of lips. Uncle Don shot out his tongue and wriggled it between my cheeks. Once I felt the flesh of his tongue, I contracted my cheeks as though I was biting down on the tongue with my lips. This movement on my part stoked the passions of anal love inside my uncle. Quickly, almost desperately, he located the anal bud with its clump of surrounding hairs.
Then in a frantic, driving lunge, he penetrated my asshole and drove his tongue deep into the anal love well. Saliva streamed out of his mouth and down the cleavage between my cheeks. These oral secretions felt moist, hot, and sensuous over my burning skin.
"Then, I prepared myself for the double fuck in much the same manner that my mom was taken care of by my dad. I was going to use Uncle Don's tongue as a prick and my asshole as a cunt. And I was hoping he'd reach under my crotch and take hold of my stiff and throbbing clitoris that was transmitting urgent signals to me. But Uncle Don had a mind of his own. He was bossing the fuck as any stronger leader should. And when he at last pulled his tongue out of my asshole, I didn't try to stop him.
"By the time I turned around, Uncle Don had already torn off his clothes. He was much more sure of himself now. His face glowed with confidence. And he was hung as well as my own dad. Don was one of those unusually tall, stringy, basketball player types. And he had a prick to match his body: long, narrow, muscular. And right now the cock flesh blazed with a brilliant red color.
"It didn't take me long to divest myself of the sweater and miniskirt.
Naked, I flung myself into the naked arms of my uncle. For the first time in my entire life I was feeling the flesh of a nude male, and he was feeling my flesh as well as my burning cunt. My tits, which were just beginning to form, crushed flat against his chest, and his long cock pole almost broke as it pressured against my belly. Our lips flew together, and his long, thin, muscular fingers crawled over my entire body; one finger kept jabbing in and out of my ass. Fortunately for me, Uncle Don couldn't let my ass alone, and for the moment that was where I wanted him to concentrate his lustful attentions.
"Finally, Uncle Don tore his mouth back. 'Gonna fuck your asshole, baby,' he breathed, wild-eyed. 'Gonna fuck it till I blow. Okay, baby? Okay?'
" 'Beautiful,' I breathed. 'Simply gorgeous.' And without another word, I dropped down on my knees and elbows and lifted my ass high in the air to facilitate entry of cock into asshole. 'Fuck away,' I called over my shoulder. 'Fuck my asshole good, uncle darling.'
" 'Right on,' Uncle Don replied as he took up his position in back, and guided his prick into my already well-lubricated rectum. And the thought that those secretions in my asshole had originated in Uncle Don's mouth made me all the hotter.
"The initial entry of cock head into rectum was painful enough to make me wince. But once the knob of flesh had pushed its way entirely in, I was surprised how easily the walls of my rectum expanded in anticipation of the entire penile shaft. And once I got used to the feel and fit of my darling uncle's prick, the pain dissolved and in its place I felt only ecstatic bliss.
"And once the prick felt good, then naked, unabashed lust reasserted itself and my clit slid out into throbbing rigidity. My fingers flew back and seized my clitoris that was so slippery with cunt secretions that I was hardly able to hang on. But once I took a firm grip of the clitoral shaft with my thumb and forefinger, I was able to jack it back and forth in a strong and steady masturbatory beat.
"Meanwhile, my rectal tube had grown so moist that Uncle Don didn't have any difficulty in thrusting his long, stiff prick back and forth as though he was hammering out a fuck in my cunt. My cunt was aflame for attentions, too.
But it would have to wait until uncle relieved himself inside my asshole.
The tight fit of cock inside of rectum, the slide of flesh against flesh, generated enough lust inside of my genitals to blow my cunt.
"Uncle Don was nearing a climax, too. His breathing became horribly strained as he teetered on the brink of having a Big O. His pumping increased to such a tempo that I was afraid he'd grow dizzy. But he couldn't have been pumping any faster than my ever-moving fingers against my clitoris. Like two racers we pounded down the track towards the finish line.
"And the contest ended in a dead heat. Uncle Don's prick exploded at precisely the same moment when my cunt spasmed and released my own load. The cock cream quickly filled my rectal tube, spilled out the top and trickled down the cheeks of my ass. This male cream was intermingled with my female secretions.
"On my very first fuck as a thirteen-year-old girl, I was lucky enough to hit the Big O. I'll never forget my uncle, my lover."
CHAPTER TWO - NAKED UNCLE, BOLD NIECE
"My sex habits began to change at age thirty. Until then, a handsome older man could always excite my cunt. In fact, I never dated men younger than myself. And oral sex of any description filled me with utter distaste. I wouldn't think of wrapping my mouth around any man's prick. Anal sex was completely out of the question; the thought of sucking a man's ass made me want to upchuck. And the picture of some guy lapping my asshole didn't turn me on at all. No, I was turned on by the sight of a handsome old guy with a good bone on. And it never took long for that kind of prick to flood my cunt with hot, juicy cream.
"But after I hit the thirty mark, I noticed I was beginning to have more trouble in blowing my cunt. Orgasms became few and far between. And I thought I was going through some kind of womanly cycle although I was only thirty. I craved a fuck but I was bewildered about how I wanted it, and the sort of guy who should give it to me.
"The picture clarified itself when I paid a visit to the home of my grandparents. My uncle Danny also lived in the same home. Uncle Danny was only fourteen years old at the time. The kid was the youngest brother of my father. He was born quite unexpectedly when his parents were in their mid-forties. They had been married a long time and already had grown children at that age. In fact, they were already grandparents. But at that time, they were pushing sixty with a fourteen-year-old son, Danny. And that made the kid my uncle.
"I was surprised at what a beautiful boy Danny had grown into. And since I was a professional artist, I wanted to paint his portrait. But the kid was always putting me off. When he wasn't working after school, he stayed after class in an effort to improve his grades. The boy was real ambitious, and in that respect took after my pop who was also a go-getter type of guy. Danny even had certain facial resemblances to my dad. There wasn't a doubt that they were brothers even if a good many years separated them.
"One day when he was staying after school, I decided to meet him, and walk home with the boy. I was going to try and get in a few sketches of him. But I was surprised to find the junior high school building empty. Everyone had gone home for the day. Yet Danny's bicycle was still parked around the side of the building. I found one of the doors still open and walked up the stairs into the hallway. There was a heavy smell of chalk and books. But I couldn't find anyone around; not even the janitor. The silence was thick enough to slice with a knife. Yet I knew that Danny had to be in the building; his bike was still outside. I kept on walking up one corridor and down the other.
"But as I was about to finally leave the building, I heard a muted whispering from one of the rooms. Stealthily, I opened the door a crack and peeked in. Danny was alone in the room with a middle-aged woman who was his history teacher. The woman was a matronly type, and quite handsome. She was buxom but her figure was well-preserved and she wore stylish 'mod' kind of clothes. Her hair was gray but cut short and in the latest style.
Apparently, she was correcting an essay that Danny had just turned in.
"Danny was standing at the side of the desk awaiting her remarks. 'What does this mean, Danny?' the woman asked. She pointed to a particular sentence in the essay that necessitated Danny to bend over the paper quite closely. As he pondered the meaning of the sentence, his thighs brushed against the older woman's lap.
"Even then, something inside me buzzed a signal. The old bag was going to try and fuck my kid uncle Danny. But I remained standing outside the door as though I was paralyzed. I couldn't even hear myself breathe. The idea of the boy getting fucked by the old dame really excited me. And for the first time in a long while, my cunt muscles began to twitch and spasm, and I knew droplets of moisture were already trickling out the crack of my cunt. But would Danny respond to an older woman? Was an old cunt his cup of tea? For some reason, I still thought of him as a virgin. I was wrong.
"When Danny brushed, seemingly by accident, against the side of the teacher, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was hot after the old woman's cunt.
And that fact became crystal clear in a very few minutes. Pretending he wanted a closer look at the paper, Danny brushed the side of his face against the face of the woman.
"The touch of Danny's cheek really turned the old gal on. I could tell by the look in her cock-hungry eyes. But she was smart enough not to twitch a muscle. After all, she had to be very careful before she made an overt move towards Danny's cock. And the boy had to be careful, too. If she wasn't really after cock, she could have him expelled from school and disgraced.
They were playing a game but cautiously, discreetly. Yet they both craved a fuck, and that hunger would eventually burn away all of their timidities and reservations.
"Danny moved the game along another step. Accidentally on purpose, he dropped one of his papers. This required him to drop to one knee and pick it up. Retrieving this particular piece of paper turned out to be a rather slow job. On one knee, he was able to look directly up the old woman's crotch.
Without a word being spoken, Danny was signaling to her his interest in her cunt. She could respond by either spreading her legs, or bringing them tightly together. If she pursued the latter course, Danny would know there was no further point in pursuing her ass. Outside, I held my breath. I kept hoping the teacher would respond to Danny's signal in a positive way.
"The woman's reply was delivered in an equally silent but effective way. As Danny remained on his knees fumbling for the piece of paper, the woman slowly spread her legs apart. She was wearing a girdle but it was the kind that permitted Danny to see right up her crack. A fistful of cunt hair splashed against his line of vision. And as the excited boy peered with unalloyed interest, she continued to spread her legs until the cunt lips became distended too. Her answer was direct and simple: she wanted the boy to play with her cunt.
"Finally, Danny was compelled to stand up and when he did, there wasn't any doubt about his answer. It was contained in the way his pants bulged out between his legs. The boy had a king-size bone on. And as he straightened himself, the teacher's tongue flickered hungrily over her thin lips. She said, 'Here is something else I don't understand,' and pointed to a passage in the paper. This time, when Danny approached closely to her to peer down at the paper, the woman's hand dropped down to her side and brushed against the protrusion in Danny's pants.
"The lips of Danny's pretty face twisted grotesquely as the woman's fingers danced along the penile shaft which strained to break through his trousers.
He tried to say something but the words stuck in his throat. Sweat blistered his forehead and trickled down the cheeks of his face. Yet that kid uncle of mine managed to keep his cool. He was going to protect himself despite the situation. The teacher was going to have to make the first overt move regarding the impending fuck. But to make certain that the woman knew he was still interested in her cunt, he arched his hips back and forth in barely perceptible movements which simulated copulatory action.
"This time, the matronly teacher's temperature rose visibly. Despite her heavy makeup, the cheeks of her face became flushed, and those big tits of hers began to heave up and down as she struggled for air. 'Warm in here,' the woman apologized as she mopped her brow.
"The teacher was playing it cool too; too careful as far as Danny was concerned. If something didn't happen and soon, the kid was going to blow his cock before he got a chance to use it. Distractedly, the woman began to riffle through the papers again. This time she dropped a few of them but they landed on the other side where Danny couldn't conveniently pick them up. 'I'll get them,' she said before Danny could run around her and scoop them up. She leaned over sideways to reach out for them. This necessitated her lifting up one of her big, cushiony ass cheeks. And since she was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, the curve of the cheek was clearly apparent.
It was even possible to see a faint outline of the cleavage between the cheeks.
"The sight of that one, big, gorgeous ass cheek unhinged Danny and he took more of a chance than he meant to. He pressed his bulging cock against the teacher's ass, and before she could move, he managed to press the cock head between the cheeks. Of course, his prick was still in his trousers but that woman would have to be made out of wood if she didn't realize that the kid's cock head was sniffing up her asshole. She did. And she took action. Yet she still managed to make her movement look accidental. 'Can't reach the papers,' she said and leaned all the way over. This enabled Danny to really drill his cock deep into her cleavage.
"Without turning around, the teacher took another step that pulled her closer to anal fornication. She let her rather short skirt pull its way up above the cheeky ass. And still, without uttering a word, she tugged down her girdle to let the bare ass cheeks spill out in all their curvaceous wonder. I'll have to admit that for her age, the teacher did have a beautifully shaped ass. And underneath, I could detect a clump of cunt hairs. But, obviously, it wasn't her cunt that she wanted Danny to treat.
She spread the cheeks of her ass apart, reached back, and still without saying a word, withdrew Danny's cock from his pants and guided it between the cheeks. After a few more maneuvers, she was able to fit the cock head at the entrance of her anal cavity. Then she shoved back to indicate that she wanted the feel and fit of the entire prick deep inside her asshole.
"That's when I realized that my kid uncle was no virgin. He grabbed hold of each one of her cheeks and pried them apart as far as possible. Then he arched his pelvis and let go! That first thrust must have driven his entire prick deep inside the rectal chamber-deep enough to hit bottom. The teacher's eyes bugged out but she pushed back in order to shove the prick even deeper inside her asshole. That's when Danny threw all restraints out the window and threw a hard, driving, relentless fuck into the gray-haired woman's asshole. After the first few initial thrusts, I observed that his penile shaft glistened with moisture as he kept withdrawing and pumping. And this moisture had to come from deep inside the woman's rectal tube.
"Watching this anal fuck had a great effect on me. The indecisiveness and bewilderment about my changing sex habits vanished. Signals zoomed up at me from deep in the heart of ray genitals. And those signals I read very well.
I, too, had to have anal sex. I, too, had to feel a hot, slippery bone of prick flesh sliding in and out of that tight pocket where so many nerve endings were pleading for such contact with a cock. The anal cavity was a natural receptacle for a cock; and also a tongue, for that matter.
"With a sense of deep satisfaction, I watched Danny blow a load of rich cock cream into the teacher's asshole. And right there and then, I knew I was going to seduce Uncle Danny, too. I ached all over for the feel of his prick in my asshole."
Until the age of thirty, Loretta L., a bachelor girl, preferred older men for lovers. It excited her to watch the way they ravished her young and naked body. Very rarely did they practice any variations in their sexual techniques. They became aroused at sight of her body, achieved an erection without much overt help from the subject, and they were able to accomplish coitus. The man-on-top position was usually enough to bring Loretta to a satisfactory orgasm.
However, as she approached the age of thirty, she noticed that her sexual tastes were changing. Older men no longer excited her. She was unable to achieve a satisfactory orgasm with them. She was confused and sought psychiatric help. Like most lay people who display a fairly common symptom, she had attempted to analyze herself. Because she had always preferred older men, she believed that she had an Oedipal complex, or a deep, physical attachment to her father. And thus, she reasoned, she was seeking father types in the older men she slept with.
Analysis didn't confirm her own prognosis. She did admire her father. But the psychiatrist didn't find that she was seeking a father substitute in the older men she selected as lovers. As far as the psychiatrist was concerned, her motivating factor in seeking old men as lovers was one of safety.
Loretta had spent many years as an art student. She was a talented artist, and wanted to become a successful and recognized one. She didn't want any emotional entanglements. Thus, she selected old men to satisfy her physical needs.
But most of these men weren't particularly passionate lovers. Once they achieved an erection they had to complete coitus quickly, or there was a very great chance they'd lose their erection. This didn't permit time for experimentation. And most of these men wanted a quick release and nothing more. They simply were not overly passionate by nature. And that was the way Loretta wanted things to be.
But as she began to age, her libido demanded a more exciting stimulus. The sight of an old man's naked body and erection no longer was sufficient.
Quite by accident, Loretta witnessed a scene of anal sex between her young uncle and an older woman. At first, she was shocked. But as she continued to watch the seduction and eventual act of anal intercourse, Loretta felt excitement; a greater excitement than she had felt for many months. She realized then that she would easily be able to achieve orgasm with an anal sex technique. And the thought of having an extremely young partner excited her all the more. Her psychiatrist believed that her new preference for a young boy lover was merely a reaction to the inept older men she had previously preferred.
In brief, Loretta L. discovered that true sexual pleasure and eventual fulfillment can only be achieved by uninhibited experimentation, and by lustfully using every erotic possibility in the mind and body. In his book Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, David Reuben, M.D., discusses erotic pathways and the meaning of total sexual stimulation. He states: "Total sexual stimulation is a means of intensifying sexual pleasure by utilizing all the available erotic pathways to reinforce and add to the cumulative gratification of the sexual experience. Every available sensory pathway is recruited, first consciously, later almost automatically, to enhance sexual success."
At age thirty, bachelor girl Loretta L. was compelled to use the erotic pathway of anal sex and also younger boys to reinforce her sexual experience. Her libido craved newer and more exciting sexual stimuli. And unless her mind and body were supplied with these new stimuli, she'd remain incapable of achieving a satisfactory orgasm.
Dr. Reuben further states: The first sense to concentrate on is the most obvious (and sometimes neglected) sense of touch. There are two sides of every tactile experience-touching and being touched. If understood, they can reinforce each other. For example, when a man caresses the tip of a woman's clitoris with the tip of his index finger, she feels the gentle stroking of the fingertip against the skin of her organ. She also feels the hard-to-describe tingling and throbbing that results. At the same time the man feels the extremely smooth, extremely soft skin of the clitoris against his finger and the pulsation of the organ as it reacts to his touch. This stimulates him sexually and he responds by intensifying his stimulation of the area.
In the case of Loretta L., she discovered that the new sensory experience that she craved most was the feel of a young boy's hard penis inside her rectal cavity. This was a new and exciting experience for her, and with a new and more exciting partner; twin stimuli to which her body responded.
Dr. Reuben further clarifies the meaning of total sexual stimulation by stating: If then the woman pushes her entire genital area against his hand, her stimulation is increased and obviously so is his. So far, only one sensory modality has been involved. Now if she whispers into his ear, a new element has been introduced. As the sense of hearing is brought into action, the man becomes more excited and as a result strives to excite the woman even more.
By gradually rising from one level to another of sensory stimulation, it is possible for everyone to reach the same elevated degree of sexual enjoyment.
Looking and seeing is of paramount importance to the full enjoyment of sex.
Viewing the sexual organs is in itself exciting. So is being aware of the changes they undergo as sexual activity proceeds ...
In the act of anal sex, this awareness of change is especially enhanced by the necessarily tight fit of the erected penis in the rectum. Loretta L. found this sort of awareness to be especially exciting and grew to prefer anal coitus to the more orthodox sexual techniques.
"After I watched my uncle Danny bum fuck that old teacher, I realized I was getting the hots for a piece of the kid's ass. I became starved for the same kind of anal treatment. I felt like a young girl who was just discovering the different erogenous and sometimes hidden places in her own body that could flood her with so much pleasure. The clitoris and vagina were my great discoveries, and I used both places in my jack-off sequences. At fifteen, a forty-year-old neighbor seduced me. And ever since, I fucked older men.
"But it took my young uncle to make me aware of one other erogenous zone that I had never attached importance to, or given very much of my time: my anus. All of a sudden I started playing with myself by jabbing a finger in and out of my asshole, and masturbating with the other hand. At first, my fingers felt delicious inside the rear-end hole. But after a while, I realized I'd have to have the hole stuffed with a big, hot prick.
"Yet, a bum fuck from my fourteen-year-old uncle violated every instinct I ever had. For one thing, I'd be committing incest. But the greatest conflict was created by the thought of having intercourse with a boy who was so many years my junior. I had never been a cradle snatcher. It had always been the other way around. And so, as much as I itched for an asshole fuck from my kid uncle, I resisted the notion until I became a nervous wreck. I realized I'd have to make a move for my peace of mind; either I'd have to move away and forget about Danny, or go through with the fuck. Then, one day, after much soul-searching, I was hit by an inspiration.
"I had another uncle who was in his mid-fifties; my uncle Mike. I'd get Uncle Mike to bum fuck me! It was the only way out of my dilemma. At least, I'd be getting fucked by an older man, which would put me at ease. And in a leisurely way, I'd be able to examine my own feelings about incest. Whether or not Uncle Mike would go along with an anal fuck remained to be seen.
"I lost no time in putting my plan into operation. I knew I wouldn't have any trouble with Mike as far as the fuck was concerned. But the prospect of requesting anal sex bothered me. Suppose he thought I was abnormal?
"Uncle Mike was one of my favorite people. A widower, in his mid-fifties, he could be described as a real swinger. He said he was making up for all the pussy that had been denied him when he was married. And I believed him.
Uncle Mike seemed to live for the sole enjoyment of cunt, and he appeared to enjoy every minute of his life. And he fucked on the theory that a cunt was a cunt. He wasn't at all discriminating. Age, color, or looks were immaterial. He had one criterion, and that was the enthusiasm displayed by the woman during the fuck. He was fond of saying, 'I want to feel a good wiggle under me while I'm blasting the hole with cock!' And he was forever describing in rapturous detail the cunts he'd bagged on his many fucking safaris. This man literally adored the sight, feel, and taste of a female pussy. How was he going to react when I pushed the cheeks of my ass in front of his cock?
"Uncle Mike reacted as expected. 'No!' he thundered, and his normally red face grew even redder. 'I'm not going to fuck your asshole.' After he calmed down a bit, he said, 'Lorry darlin', your old Uncle Mike loves you. There's nothing I wouldn't do to see a smile on your pretty face. But goddammit don't ask me to change my sex habits of a lifetime. I've never used a woman's asshole for a cunt.'
" 'And I never let a man put it in my asshole!' I countered. 'But I'm asking this as a special favor.'
" 'But darlin',' the poor man stammered. 'I'll gladly ream your precious little cunt out with my old yet willing tool. But your asshole?' he asked with a grimace. 'That's not the place. It ain't natural, dear. I hope you're not going perverse just because you've had your thirtieth birthday. You've still got many good and normal fucks ahead of you.'
"I shook my head. I could be stubborn, too. The thought of Uncle Mike's cock inside my cunt didn't turn me on at all. But the thought of the asshole job sent shivers up my spine. 'You don't understand,' I tried to explain. 'I've discovered that my rectum is a place that really needs sexual stimulation.
You may even make the same discovery. After all, a woman's got more than one place on her body that needs attention.'
" 'But the asshole,' Mike said weakly. "That's no place for a man.' Uncle Mike was a big Irishman, as charming as they come, and when he'd had a few drinks, an excellent liar. A charming and good liar. But a liar nevertheless. And now, he started to come up with some very plausible excuses. Ordinarily, I'd have believed them. 'Anyhow,' he said, 'I've got a date tonight, and I want to save what little cock cream this old man has for my lady love.'
" 'You're not going anywhere,' I told him. 'You're going to stay home and throw a fuck into your niece's asshole. If it wasn't important, I wouldn't ask the favor. But it's very important to me.'
" 'No asshole fuck!' he said with finality, and poured himself another whiskey.
"I was about to give up and leave my uncle's apartment. Then I remembered the skillful way that the old teacher had seduced my uncle Danny. I'd never had to seduce a man before to get sexual satisfaction. But times were changing and I had to change with them. I knew I wouldn't have any trouble in getting Mike to love up my cunt. But the goal was to coax a bit of lust out of him for my ass.
"When I spilled some whiskey on my skirt, I ran into the bathroom to wash it off. I emerged undraped. Uncle's watery, pale blue eyes seemed unable to focus as he looked at my naked body in stunned surprise. 'Bare ass naked,' he breathed, and I could tell that lust was beginning to stoke the fires of passion within him. He was seated and so I couldn't tell whether he managed to raise an instant hard. But I anticipated no difficulty in making him coax up an erection.
"I walked in front of him like a model displaying a new fashion. Arms akimbo, I let him stare hard and long at the frontal aspect of my body. Then I turned around to give him a quick glimpse of my cheeky ass. Then I whirled around again to let him examine my cunt at leisure. 'I've always admired tall girls,' he breathed with obvious difficulty. And as I stood closer to him, I noticed that his cock had indeed erected. The veins in his temple bulged as though they were going to break. And his eyes had protruded to such an extent, I thought they'd drop out of their sockets. 'You remind me of the first girl I ever fucked,' he continued in a whispery voice. 'The best fuck I ever had.'
"That was so much of his bullshit, his Irish blarney. But I was tall, and all the curves were in the right places. There was plenty of meat on my body-firm and smooth kind of meat; my old lovers used to run their tongues all over my body. This licking action helped them sustain a bone until they cracked their nuts. It didn't look as though Uncle Mike was going to need any such assistance to keep his prick stiff. But if I could get him to eat my cunt, I might be able to coax him into sucking my ass. That's where I wanted to feel the action.
"I soon found out that Uncle Mike wasn't lying when he spoke of his admiration for pussy. He brushed the whiskey from his lips with the back of his hand and dropped to his knees. Encircling my waist with his arms, he pressed his lips, leechlike, against my hairy cunt. 'Darlin' niece,' he kept mumbling. 'Your old uncle loves you. And especially your cunt.' He pulled his mouth off the lips and surveyed it with undisguised adoration. 'It's lovely,' he gushed. 'Beautiful. A work of art.'
"This unrestrained admiration for my cunt was beginning to turn me on. My clitoris erected and throbbed for attention. But Uncle Mike continued to sing the praises of pussy without making another move. I had to galvanize him into action. And the object of his action had to be my ass!
" 'Look at my naked body in the mirror,' I ordered him. A wall mirror reflected the images of my standing nude body and also that of the kneeling man. 'Lovely, lovely,' he said, enraptured. 'Your tits, your flat belly, the tangle of exciting cunt hair, your long, gracefully slender and shapely legs. And last but not least, your darlin' cunt. A well of bliss and contentment where a man could drink eternally and with the utmost happiness.'
" 'My cunt was made for eating,' I smiled down at him.
" 'Indeed it was, dear,' he agreed quickly. 'Indeed it most surely was. And eat it I will. No question.'
" 'You're my favorite uncle,' I said, still smiling. He offered no resistance when I reached down and took a firm hold of his face with my hands. He puckered his lips in anticipation for a great big French kiss on my cunt. Slowly, I drew his face forward and arched my hips to send my cunt closer to his lips.
"Uncle Mike closed his eyes dreamily. 'To kiss the darlin' cunt of my lovely niece is a reward I don't deserve,' he murmured. 'But I'm a greedy man. I'll take that reward, anyhow.'
"With his face still firmly wedged between my hands, I pulled it closer to my cunt. 'Keep your eyes closed,' I whispered down to him. 'I'm going to give you a treat you've never had before. I've been saving it for you.'
" 'Give it to me,' Mike said with his eyes shut tightly.
"And I did. But it wasn't my cunt that I gave to Uncle. I made a quick and, for me, daring switch. I twirled around faster than a figure skater, bent over, and pulled Uncle Mike's face hard and deep between the cheeks of my ass. He struggled and tried to get out but there was strength enough in my hands to keep him pinioned in the position of anal love. The feel of his face between the ass flesh unleashed sensuous waves that snaked all over my body and then zeroed in on my cunt. The pit of my genitals began to spasm so insistently that even the outer cunt lips contracted and expanded with involuntary movements. That's when I knew I'd never release the man's face until I felt his tongue deep inside of my asshole. And the tongue job would have to be quickly followed by a thrust of his prick in" the same place.
"Uncle Mike called up at me. 'Darlin', it ain't fair to keep me so close to your ass. It ain't right.' And for good measure, he added, 'It ain't normal.'
" 'Just tongue my ass once before you make such statements,' I called over my shoulder.
"I could feel his entire body shudder. 'I can't,' he said. 'Just can't eat ass. It's too disgusting. Please,' he whined, 'please, let me up. I'll do anything else. Anything. But not this.'
"I sympathized with the way Uncle Mike felt. Teaching an old dog new tricks isn't easy. And if his attitudes towards anal sex were entirely negative, he simply wasn't going to put much enthusiasm into his work. Still, there was always a chance, however remote, that uncle was deluding himself about anal love. And if he permitted some of his attitudes to relax a bit, he'd find as much joy and pleasure in anal sex as he obviously did the other way. And so I bargained with him. 'Suck my ass just once,' I said. 'If it's really not your cup of tea-okay-you can go to town on my cunt, and we'll say no more about my ass. But if you like it, if it excites you, please be honest enough to admit the truth. Don't be too proud to admit you made a mistake.'
" 'I promise, I promise,' he said quickly. Clearly, he had no intention of going through with a good blow job in my ass. He'd give it a few, timid wipes with his tongue, and he hoped that would end it.
"To facilitate his job of tongue-wiping my ass, I bent over and spread the cheeks of my ass farther apart. From the wall mirror, I could see the look of horror on his face. But he was honest enough not to try and reneg on his promise. He closed his eyes tightly as though he was a small boy about to take a tea spoonful of vile-tasting medicine. 'Tongue,' I instructed. 'Lay in the tongue,' and spread the cheeks apart even further.
"Uncle Mike stuck out his tongue. At first, the distance of his tongue from his lips was a mere fraction of an inch. 'More tongue,' I said harshly. I was beginning to lose patience. I couldn't believe my ass was that distasteful. For the occasion I had perfumed and powdered the ass cheeks as well as the cleavage. I had even soaped and perfumed my asshole. My rear-end love equipment was just as clean as any other part of my body. 'Lay it in!'
I almost screamed in a voice that would tolerate no opposition.
"Uncle Mike had once had a very dominant woman for a wife. And I guess the authoritative manner in which I barked out that last command touched a responsive chord. At any rate, he did as instructed. Out rolled his tongue, and for the first time, the feeling of hot, moist tongue flesh saturated throughout the pores of my ass and flowed sensuously throughout my entire body. There wasn't a doubt that I was hooked on anal sex. Now I realized that my sex life had been unfulfilled. A tongue in my ass was going to be a requisite from now on for the proper and total enjoyment of sex. And I couldn't understand why Uncle Mike found it so distasteful.
"Or did he? Again I assessed his reaction in the wall mirror. His facial muscles were no longer bunched up into wrinkles of distaste. The wrinkles were smoothing out. Now he looked bland, as though he couldn't quite make up his mind. After all, he had years of heavy prejudice to overcome.
"To transmit my own delight about his tongue in my ass, I began to gyrate my hips in a movement that simulated copulation. The cheeks of my ass swept around in a small ellipse and then pressed back and forth against his face.
And of course the backward movement drove his tongue deeper and deeper into my passionate love seat. Saliva began to flow out of his mouth, and I thought I detected a certain joy when the flesh of my ass bounced back in hard contact with the cheeks of his face.
"I decided to experiment in order to assess Uncle Mike's true feelings about having his face stuck inside my ass. Slowly, carefully, I released my hold on his face. He was now at liberty to pull his face all the way out of my ass. And that's what he did. 'Have enough?' I asked and couldn't conceal the disappointment in my voice. I was on fire for a tongue job inside my asshole. But I was going to keep my side of the bargain, too.
"Uncle Mike ran both hands over the surface of my cheeks and appeared to study them for the longest time. 'Never noticed before,' he said at last, 'how beautiful and graceful the cheeks curve. They're works of art. Nature couldn't have improved on their design.'
" 'Then why can't you eat them?' I asked. I felt like bawling.
"Mike spread the cheeks apart and looked into the cleavage. In the mirror, I could see him distend his nostrils and sniff. 'You even perfumed your ass for me, darling?' he asked.
" 'A special blend,' I informed him.
"He inhaled deeply. 'Ahhh,' he said with a release of breath. 'A blend of the rarest perfumes, I'm certain.'
"The perfume I had sprayed on my ass had naturally blended with the natural odors from the rectal chambers. This was the sort of blend that a gourmet of ass flesh would find intoxicating and provocative enough to charge him with a special kind of lust. A man whose mind and body were not attuned to anal sex would merely find the odor distasteful. But Uncle Mike had clearly stated he found the perfume to his tastes.
"The deeper in the well, the rarer the smell," I smiled, encouragingly.
"Uncle Mike winked at me. 'Since I'm this close, I'd be a fool not to determine the accuracy of the statement.' And without another word, he pressed his head as hard as possible between the cheeks of my ass.
"This time, we both threw out all the stops. I craved a tongue job inside my asshole, and now I wouldn't settle for less. But now Uncle Mike was a most willing captive. Perhaps it was the special blend of perfume I had used over my ass, or perhaps it was the sensuous feel of ass flesh against his mouth.
But now he forced his tongue out as far as possible and started to lap, suck, bite, and blow out a stream of hot breath. The feel of that hot breath spreading over my ass, as well as his tongue-wipe, ignited a fire within me that soared with the intensity of a blazing forest.
"And another problem arose, a problem that had never before bothered me. The moment Uncle Mike had made contact with my asshole, my clitoris had erected and was now throbbing for immediate attention. And the kind of attention it was clamoring for was strictly oral; it wanted a mouth job, too. But if Mike's mouth was already busily engaged in the area of my ass, how would it be possible for him to lap my cunt?
"The answer came roaring out of my inflamed cunt. With an exaggerated movement of my hips, it was possible for Mike to lap both my ass and cunt at the same time. Quickly, I squatted a bit lower, and then began to rock back and forth. All my uncle had to do was to remain on his knees with his tongue protruded as far as possible. First, I wiped my ass along his tongue, and then as I bent over farther, his tongue made contact with my cunt.
"A glance in the mirror told me that the double job I had just given his tongue met with his full approval. Later he told me that the taste of my ass and the taste of my cunt were so erotically different that a twin suck in that position almost blew his mind.
"As I continued to rock back and forth, and thus continued to treat both my ass and cunt to a simultaneous tongue action, another wild idea wracked my mind. How would it feel to have a prick in my ass and cunt at the same time?
But for the time being, I dismissed this notion by filing it away for future reference. Right now, the tongue action against my ass and cunt was about all I could handle. The temperature of my body was rising to dangerous heights, and there was enough pressure building up within me to tear me apart if it ever exploded.
"Uncle Mike's face was drenched, and I still hadn't hit the most explosive orgasm of which I was capable under those conditions. But the climax wasn't very far away. My hips continued to rock back and forth like a newly greased swinging door. And then, without warning, all of the constraints within me burst, and the bottom of the cunt well heaved out its liquid contents. Uncle Mike swallowed as much of the love honey as possible. But a lot of the secretions dribbled down his face and chin. Finally, all the love dew had expended itself, and my tired uncle fell backwards.
"One problem still remained: Uncle Mike's still erected prick. I had blown my wad. But a tongue job in a woman's ass and cunt doesn't necessarily take care of the male partner unless he jacks off while he's sucking. And Uncle Mike was too much of a novice with the tongue. Besides, my ass and cunt had taken all of his concentration.
"I looked down at the poor man who had fallen backwards on the floor. He was tired but definitely not fulfilled. The protrusion between his legs was enormous. There was only one decent thing to do. And I did it. I dropped quickly to my knees, took my uncle's pulsating tool out, and engulfed it with my mouth. Uncle's gasp of pleasure shook the apartment and that made me all the more determined to blow him quickly and effectively.
"And as I sucked the cock, another prejudice melted away. There was nothing distasteful or revolting about the feel and taste of a man's cock in my mouth. To the contrary, I felt I was performing a very natural and desirable act. But most of all, fellatio, the act of eating cock, was the culmination of all my sexual aspirations. I hadn't realized that fact before. Now I did.
And I felt extremely happy to have this symbol of manhood in my mouth.
"But it didn't remain in my mouth for very long. After a few minutes of vacuum like sucking, tonguing, and blowing on the swollen prick, my uncle screamed out to the heavens, and his bony pole erupted in my mouth. The first bolt of come inside my mouth unsettled me. I wasn't going to swallow the stuff. But after a very few seconds, I became aware that the taste was desirably bitter-sweet and it filled me with a feeling of rapturous contentment. When finally I spit the piece of male flesh out of my mouth, there wasn't a speck of semen on it.
"The best blow job I ever got in my entire life, my darlin," Uncle Mike breathed with a smiling look of pride in my direction. I'll eat your ass anytime, anyplace. Just give me the word, darlin', just give your old uncle the word.'
"But I didn't give Uncle Mike the word again. The quality of my uncle Danny's tongue made itself known to me. And I fell head over heels in love with Danny's tongue and cock. Of course, a teenaged boy has to be a lot more hot blooded than a middle-aged man.
"At first I didn't think that Uncle Danny was interested in my ass. I knew he was still carrying on his anal affair with his history teacher. She was probably draining him dry. But one night, when the more sensitive nerves in my anus were transmitting frantic signals to me for a bum fuck, I became determined to take the bull by the horns. Danny's folks went out for the night and I was alone with my young uncle. I waited until he took his nightly bath. Then I made my move.
"Barging into the bathroom, I told the startled boy that my bladder was bursting and I just had to use the toilet. Danny was in the bath, and the way he was hung excited me very much. In the twinkle of an eyelash, the kid's cock began to ascend in a stiff, slanted path. The cock head poked out above the surface of the bathwater.
"Without waiting for him to reply, I strode over to the toilet and dropped my bathrobe. The garment fell at my feet, and I was completely naked. I looked the boy full in the face. 'You don't mind if your niece takes a piss?' I asked. 'After all, we are related.'
"That uncle of mine couldn't tear his eyes off my naked body. He replied to my question in a garbled, unintelligible speech. I stepped closer to him in the bath. 'I didn't hear you,' I informed him.
"Uncle Danny might have been only fourteen but he looked at my body and pussy with the lust-hungry eyes of a grown, mature, and cunt-frantic man.
And those eyes, boring into my naked flesh, felt like the end of a branding iron. My flesh literally sizzled as those hot coal eyes burned into my voluptuous tits, my curvaceous body, cunt hairs, cunt slit, and of course my long, shapely legs. I was much younger and had a much better figure than that old history teacher. And now he could see the difference between an old bag and a desirable young woman. There wasn't a doubt about his choice: the desirable young woman with the cunt so heated that the boy could feel the warmth. The shaft of his prick trembled involuntarily as though it was preparing to eject a load.
"The boy finally cleared his throat and made himself heard and understood.
'I'd love to see you piss,' he said. There was no mistaking the rising desire in his voice or the lust in his eyes and face.
"I turned around and stood still a moment to let him get a good look at the cheeks of my ass. If he was a true anal lover, he'd appreciate the curving flesh lines of my ass, the cleavage, and the smoothness of unblemished, unwrinkled skin. I wanted him to get a good eyeful of an ass that belonged to a young woman instead of the sloppy, saggy cheeks that were attached to the history teacher. With my back to him, I couldn't accurately gauge his reaction. But from the stunned silence, I could make a very intelligent guess as to his response. And an asshole lover is warmed by the natural sounds of a woman. I decided to oblige him in that department, too.
"I sat down on the toilet, relaxed my bladder and let the golden, hissing stream of urine drop noisily into the water of the bowl. Apparently, from the way the boy looked at me, he'd never before seen a woman take a piss, never seen the urine charge out of the piss hole that is so closely related to her genital organs.
"Uncle Danny was so affected by the sight of a mature woman taking a piss that he dropped one hand down over his reddening prick. 'Don't do that!' I said, angrily. He was so close to a climax that it wasn't going to take much hand action to accomplish a blow. And that would leave me high and dry. I meant to feel that hot surge of cock cream slide up my asshole.
" 'Can't help it,' he whined. 'I haven't had any for so long.'
"I stood up and flushed the toilet. But all the time I kept staring at him.
I didn't want him to remove his eyes from my naked body for even an instant.
'Don't shit me, Uncle Danny,' I said. 'I know you've been bum fucking that old fart who teaches you history.'
"Danny looked back at me with a stunned, in-comprehensive stare. For a moment I was afraid I'd moved too far, too fast. He'd never heard me use profanity before. And he didn't know that I had witnessed the scene of anal sex between him and the history teacher. But I had to gamble on arousing him quickly and exciting him on to immediate asshole action.
"My gamble paid off, and quickly. As I had hoped, the sudden use of obscene language stung his already hot flesh to the boiling point. And my open reference to his anal affair with the old teacher stimulated his appetite for my young asshole. That fourteen-year-old uncle of mine became a man almost instantaneously. He stood up in the bathtub. Foamy soap clung to the cock head and shaft and gave the entire prick a frozen look.
" 'Fuck,' he said in a hard, tense voice. 'Got to fuck your asshole.'
"I stared back at him as though I was in a trance. His manliness overpowered me. The nerve endings in my anal cavity twitched uncontrollably. 'Yes, darling,' I replied in a low, subdued voice. 'You can take me any way you want.'
"Uncle Danny stepped out of the tub and slipped his arms around my waist.
His soapy, frosted-looking cock pressed hard into my cunt hairs. I tried to maneuver it lower in order for the head to slide against my erected clitoris. My tits crushed up against the upper part of his chest and throat; I was quite a few feet taller than my uncle. Finally, Danny replied, 'Got to fuck your asshole.'
" 'Of course, darling,' I said quickly in order to assure him that I dug the anal scene. 'Tell me how. You boss my ass. And cunt, too, for that matter.
They're both yours, Uncle.'
"Turn around," he ordered. He then had me brace my hands on the edge of the bathtub, and after I was firmly stationed, he bent me over slightly. I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass apart. Then, the delicious feel of hot, soapy cock bone charged every pore in my entire body with but one desire: the asshole fuck.
"And that's exactly what Uncle Danny gave me. As he reamed my ass with his prick, he reached under with his other hand and manipulated my clitoris.
Danny shot a load of cock juice up my asshole so far I could almost taste it. And I couldn't keep track of the number of times I climaxed.
"From that moment on, there was only one fuck in my life-my uncle Danny!"
CHAPTER THREE - ANAL NIECE, ORAL UNCLE
"It all started the night I went back to the office after hours. I had a lot of work to catch up on. The empty building seemed eerie, and as I walked along the corridor to my office, the sound of my footsteps echoed and re-echoed as though I was being followed by an army of noisy ghosts. I didn't feel particularly apprehensive about being alone, as Big Barney, our night watchman, was also on duty. Yet when I heard an urgent sort of whispering going on in one of the rooms, my body tensed. Carefully, I slid the door open a hair and peeked into the large fitting room. As a manufacturer of ladies' dresses, I maintain several rooms for the models.
"There were two people in the large room: a man and a woman. The light wasn't very good, but when my eyes adjusted to the gloom, my heart almost stopped beating and I thought I was going to pass out on the floor. The man, I recognized as the night watchman, Big Barney. The girl was my twenty-year-old niece Sue who had just started work as my secretary. They were locked in a passionate embrace.
"And that's what I couldn't understand. Big Barney had to be around my age, which was fifty-five. Sue was only twenty. And the watchman was the ugliest man alive: gray-haired, paunchy, stooped, and he had brown-stained teeth from chewing tobacco. He was a bachelor and I'd heard he couldn't even pay prostitutes to fuck him. It was common knowledge that he had to play with himself to get relief. On the other hand, Sue was even more beautiful than any of my models. At twenty, she had a perfect shape, blonde hair, blue eyes, flawless complexion, and an angelic-looking face. I was almost certain that she was still a virgin and knew nothing about sex.
"As I watched the couple, my first impulse was to barge into the room and knock the ugly old fart on his can. He was forcing himself on Sue, I thought at first. I was completely wrong. In a few minutes, it became perfectly clear that Sue was the aggressor and Big Barney her victim. At least, he certainly didn't want to fuck her. 'Not here,' he told her after he disengaged himself from her arms. 'Too risky,' he explained. 'Besides, the boss is your uncle.' He shook his head vigorously. 'I don't want to get in trouble by fuckin' the boss's niece. I got a job to protect.'
"Sue's face clouded. 'But you promised to fuck me. In fact you said you'd ream out my asshole with your prick.' Her voice rose to a whine. 'You promised.'
"Big Barney looked around him, alarmed. 'Not so loud,' he cautioned. Then he explained. "That talk of mine don't mean nothin'. I talk dirty to all the girls here. They like that kind of talk. But it don't mean nothin'. Hell, I don't need no women. I just jack off. It's a lot safer and it don't cost nothing.'
"Sue's profanity stunned me. 'You lying sonofabitch!' the angelic-faced girl hissed at the man. 'A promise is a promise. My asshole has been itching all day for a feel of a good, stiff, and superheated prick. Now come across or I'll call rape. You'll really be in trouble.'
"Big Barney looked terrified. "Christalmighty, you gotta be kidding. You wouldn't do nothing dirty like that. I'd lose my job.'
"Sue smiled. 'You're going to punk my asshole. That's all I ask.'
"Even in the uncertain light, I could see that Big Barney was sweating profusely. 'Why your asshole? If I'm gonna take my prick out, I may as well fuck your cunt. That's where it'll do me some good.'
"Sue's face hardened. 'Piss on doing you good. I'm the one who needs the relief. And that relief can only come by the feel of hot cock up my asshole.
Now, do I get it, or do I start screaming?'
"Big Barney's hands fluttered agitatedly. 'Chrissakes, keep your voice down.
Okay. I'll punk your asshole. But it don't make sense to me. It sounds kind of dirty.'
"That's because you're a dirty-minded old fart," Sue replied as she began to shed her clothes.
"Big Barney again looked alarmed. 'Fer crying out tears,' he flustered. 'You gotta be nuts or something.'
"Sue looked at him with impatience. She was already partially disrobed. 'Now what's wrong?'
"Barney's voice rose pleadingly. 'Don't take off all your clothes. It ain't necessary. Just pull up your skirt and drop the panties. I'll find your asshole without any trouble.'
" 'Uh-uh,' Sue shook her head. 'Anal sex is kind of juicy. Don't want to get any telltale spots on my clothes. And I want you to strip, too.'
" 'No,' the man protested as though he was trying to ward off a mortal blow.
'No, no, no. Someone could walk in. Your uncle for instance. Sometimes he comes back to his office after supper.'
" 'Off with your clothes!' Sue ordered in an authoritative voice. 'It's not normal to fuck with clothes on.'
"All the fight drained out of the aging man. 'You're the one who isn't normal,' he muttered. But he started to disrobe as ordered. And in a few minutes the couple were entirely in the nude.
"Sue was the most beautiful naked girl I'd ever seen. Certainly, she was more perfectly shaped than the professional models I hire to wear my clothes. At twenty years of age, there wasn't a wrinkle in her skin, a sag of loose flesh, and not one single blemish to mar the sea of fleshly perfection. Her tits were round, firm, resilient and the flesh of her blood-choked nipples was proudly erected. She had an hourglass figure with a cunt that seemed to be invested in a magnetic field. It literally drew a man's cock into a state of rigidity. I had to continually fight a rising compulsion to barge into the room and fuck Sue myself. But for some unfathomable reason, she was attracted to ugly old Barney who didn't even want to screw her.
"When Barney finally stepped out of his last garment, I was appalled at the grotesqueness of his face and body. Yet his ugliness was the sort of thing that seemed to turn Sue on. Sue's face lit up at the sight of Barney's naked body. 'Beautiful, honey,' she sighed. 'Simply beautiful.' She stared as though fascinated by his flabby belly and sagging, loose skin. His cock was small, flaccid, wrinkled, the most mediocre specimen of a penis. Yet Sue gushed over it as though Barney was hung like a stallion. 'That's one prick I wouldn't mind eating,' she cooed.
" 'Sure you don't want me to stick it in your cunt?' Barney asked. Now that Sue was naked, he was beginning to warm to his task. Her young, naked, warm, and willing body was much more desirable than the mechanical movements of a jack-off. And when he looked at her cunt, he, too, felt the magnetism of the organ that pulled him automatically towards her.
" 'I want it in my asshole,' Sue said, firmly. 'Let's keep the ground rules straight.'
" 'But what about your cunt?' the old man asked, curiously. "That's where you blow, don't you?'
" 'Let me worry about blowing in my cunt,' Sue said. 'I'll turn around and take up my anal position. Then you ream out my asshole with your lovely little reamer.'
"Barney coughed apologetically. 'I ain't so young as I used to be.'
"Sue looked suspicious. 'What's that supposed to mean?'
"Barney waggled his fleshy penis. 'It ain't hard yet. And you gotta work on me, honey. Or it ain't gonna get hard.'
"Sue looked down at the cock as though she was silently appraising it, or trying to decide on a course of action. Finally she shrugged. 'This is a new one on me,' she confessed. 'Most men just look at my cunt or ass and get a bone on that won't quit until it blows.' She looked at Barney, suspiciously.
'Sure you're not queer?'
"Barney squared his shoulders. His manhood was at stake. 'No, I ain't queer!' he fumed. 'I just ain't used to a real live woman. I've been jacking off so long, this kind of thing is all new to me.'
"That made sense to Sue. 'Okay, honey,' she said apologetically. 'I'll make it hard,' and she took hold of the penis and started to rub it vigorously up and down over her hairy genitals. She laughed excitedly, 'Gee, your prick feels good up against my pussy. My cunt's throbbing inside of me. Wow, but it feels good!'
"Sue's enthusiasm and excitement were contagious. Soon, Barney's tiny penis began to grow in her hand. The penile shaft slid out, and although it was rubbery at first, Sue's agitated manipulations soon transformed it into a bony pole.
"Sue squeezed the shaft in order to determine the consistency of the flesh.
And she disagreed with Barney's conclusion. 'Not quite hard enough to penetrate the asshole,' she decided.
"Barney took this as an insult. 'The hell it ain't!' he retorted. 'I've fucked many a bird with a prick a lot softer than this one,' and he squeezed the bone.
" 'Down, Rover,' Sue said, mirthlessly. 'It may be stiff enough to slide into a well-greased cunt. But the asshole is a different kettle of fish. A different kind of ball game entirely. The rectum is a very, very narrow cavity. And believe me, I know. It takes a prick that's stiff as a piece of steel to properly get into the right place.'
"Barney shrugged. 'You're the expert when it comes to the asshole fuck. Now what?'
" 'We get your prick stiffer,' Sue said. 'What did you think we were going to do?'
" 'Fuck your cunt,' the old guy insisted. 'It's the only normal place to dip a prick.'
" 'Shut up and do as you're told,' Sue said. She turned around and stood with her back towards the naked man. Then she reached back, took hold of the partially stiff prick and started to slide it up and down between the two ass cheeks.
" 'That ain't gonna do it,' Barney still protested. He simply couldn't associate anal sex with a good, stiff prick. Sue paid no attention to his comment. But she increased the tempo of her hand movements. And very soon, I could tell from the triumphant look on her face that her efforts were meeting success. The penile flesh was firming up in her hand. The cock head was expanding, and the semen within Barney's nuts was beginning to transmit signals to him; it wanted release, and it didn't much matter if it shot out into a cunt or an asshole. It didn't matter as long as that organ of release was attached to a young, sex-charged girl.
" 'I'll fuck your asshole,' Barney gurgled. 'I don't care where I stick it in you. As long as you make me blow.'
" 'Oh, you'll blow all right,' Sue assured him.
"And before my startled eyes, my niece Sue took up a position of anal sex: a position I'd never forget!"
Fifty-five-year-old Baxter S. a widower with grown children, discovered that his twenty-year-old niece was addicted to anal sex. This discovery forced him to examine the pattern of his own sexual behavior more closely. During his marriage, the case subject was an avid practicer of cunnilingus. His wife's vagina was much too large for his penis; too large to create the sort of friction required for an orgasm. Then, he found that he could satisfy his wife with his mouth. As he sucked on his wife's genitals, he stroked his erected penis until a climax was achieved. His wife was able to experience several orgasms from his tongue. Eventually, she insisted on cunnilingus as her sole source of sexual gratification.
When he became a widower, Baxter S. temporarily lost all interest in sex. He had always felt slightly guilty about performing the act of cunnilingus, even with his wife. And he was now, at fifty-five, too shy to approach another woman with the suggestion of oral sex. In fact, because his penis was unusually small, he refrained from any sort of sexual activity.
Baxter S. was relatively unsophisticated about certain sexual practices. He had only vaguely heard about anal sex, and associated the practice with perverts. It was inconceivable to him that normal people would lower themselves to an act that he considered filthy. He had always rationalized his own oral practices. He had convinced himself that he had never really wanted to "go down" on his wife, but their sex organs were so mismatched that he had no alternative but to satisfy his wife with his mouth.
Sue B. was the case subject's favorite niece. She was pretty, vivacious, a lot of fun to be around. She was popular with boys but didn't go steady. And there were many resemblances between the girl and Baxter S.'s late wife. Now that he was alone and lonely, he found himself drawn to the girl. But at first he wasn't attracted to her in a sexual way. When she applied for a job in his company, he made her his secretary. The nearness of the girl was a comfort to the lonely man. He envisioned a beautiful, platonic friendship in which he would eventually guide her in selecting the right marriage partner.
This fantasy was rudely shattered the night he discovered his niece was sexually sophisticated and apparently had long been practicing anal coitus.
At first, he was appalled. His impulse was to fire her and abruptly end their friendship. But after he cooled down, he realized that he would suffer more than the girl. She was young and had many friends. He was getting older all the time, more set in his ways, and more withdrawn. As a widower, he no longer had a social life. But as he thought more deeply about his relationship with his niece, he realized that it couldn't continue on a platonic basis. She was a sexual girl who required satisfaction. And his own waning sex interests had been revived after witnessing the anal interlude between Sue and the watchman.
Baxter S. wanted his niece. He wanted her sexually, and he wanted her exclusively. Barriers such as incest and even anilingus melted away in the face of his lust. Still, he hesitated to make his sexual needs known to Sue.
To suddenly declare a sexual passion for his niece would have required the case subject to suddenly abandon the self-image he had created of himself through the years. And to suddenly demolish one's self-image can often be disastrous.
In The Ability to Love Dr. Allan Fromme has this to say about the lover's self-image: Through the years-infancy, childhood, adolescence-the lover is developing his self-image, creating an identity for himself. He tries on a variety of identities as he goes along; hence the daydreaming of which we spoke earlier. He looks for models in history, story books, and in the world around him. He develops crushes on teachers, athletic coaches, older friends, school heroes and heroines. His first heterosexual attachment is still primarily an expression of his attachment to himself. As we shall see in our exploration of romantic love, the lover at first loves his own image of the beloved, not the beloved herself ...
This statement can be applied to the case of Baxter S. He first saw Sue as a pure, virginal, almost perfect being. In his eyes, the girl radiated a sort of spiritual beauty. He even refused to think of her in the context of sex or lust. And that was the reason for his utter astonishment when he inadvertently discovered the sexual side to her nature. But on mature reflection, Baxter S. came to realize that this image of purity and spiritual goodness with which he had invested his niece was merely an extension of his own desires. But why did he initially want his beautiful niece to reflect a spiritual, platonic sort of love instead of a normal and healthy sexual love?
Dr. Fromme might have given the answer when he wrote, "As parents we are urged to give our young child all possible encouragement. He is so often inept, so often frustrated by his own inadequacy, and in addition so much of our function as parents lies in restraining, admonishing, civilizing the little animal, that we must seek and even manufacture occasions to praise and approve him. He needs an abundance of praise and approval if he is to build up a healthy valuation of himself as a person ..."
In brief, the self-image one develops as a child determines the self-image of the adult. During analysis, it was discovered that Baxter S. was raised by highly critical parents. His self-image as a boy was a confused, and a poor one. As an adult, his wife demanded oral sex. Although he performed the act, and rationalized about it, he was guilt-stricken. Again, his self-image remained at a low level.
To compensate, Baxter S. tried to convince himself that he was a spiritually pure person who was really above any vulgar type of sex act. And he tried to create a similar false image of his niece. But eventually, he was intelligent enough to realize he had created a false self-image of both himself and his niece. When he changed this self-image to a more realistic one, he also changed his attitude towards his niece- and his attitude towards sex.
"I became obsessed with the notion of fucking my niece. I had to become as familiar with her cunt and ass as I was with the palm of my hand. Yet, as much as I wanted her, I was old and mature enough to play a slow, waiting game. The view I now had of Sue was a changed one. She was a sensual creature, I realized, who needed the attention of a man's prick and tongue.
But it was the image Sue had of me that hampered me and made me shy in her presence. She thought of me as her very correct uncle, and that's the way she always behaved. I'd have to change the image she had of her old uncle in a sly and subtle way.
"I knew exactly how to get started.
"I sent for one of my models who had a reputation as a swinger. Her name was Tanya, and she was one of those stylishly tall, dark-haired women who look so well in the latest fashions. She had high cheekbones and big, oval eyes that seemed to keep changing color as the shadows shifted in the room.
"Tanya sat across from my desk in the office, and looked at me coldly with her enormous self-confidence. For a moment, I had a feeling our roles were reversed, and that she was my boss instead of the opposite. This angered me, and I decided to settle the matter of our respective roles immediately.
"I leaned forward in my chair. 'They tell me you're quite a swinger,' I said.
"The girl's face remained coldly bland. Her eyes appraised me as though I was a bug about to get stepped upon.
"I slammed a clenched fist down hard on the desk. 'Don't go dumb with me, Tanya. I know all about your screwing habits.'
"The woman stirred in the chair. Her lips barely moved as she spoke. And when she did, the temperature in the room went down by quite a few degrees.
'My social life is none of your concern,' she said.
" 'I'm making it my concern,' I said. 'And if that doesn't meet with your approval, pick up your check and I'll get another girl.' Tanya had a soft, well-paid job with my company, and I knew she wasn't going to easily toss it over.
"The girl looked back at me with those appraising eyes. 'In what way,' she asked, 'are you making it your concern?'
"I leered at her in a lewd way. 'I want to swing, too.'
"The girl looked startled. Then soft, feminine laughter bubbled out of her shapely lips.
"Her laughter hurt. 'If you think it's funny, you can clear the hell out of here. I'll find someone else who will help me swing.'
"Still smiling, the girl said, apologetically, 'I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at myself. You see, I always thought of you as such a ... stuffy old thing.'
"I nodded. 'Your image of me was that of a pompous old fart who never had a good piece of ass in his life!'
"Tanya looked back at me, puzzled. "That's exactly what I always thought of you.' She was beginning to understand. 'But you're ... changing.'
" 'I want to change,' I replied. 'For my own sake. And hers.' I pointed to the outer office where Sue was working.
"Tanya nodded. 'Ah yes, your beautiful niece. You are smitten with her.'
"I nodded. 'I got hot nuts for her. But can I handle her?'
"Tanya looked sympathetic. The temperature between us was warming up. 'How can Tanya help you?'
"I put my cards on the table, quickly and bluntly. 'I want to accompany you to your swinging affairs. Where couples swap. Where the sky is the limit, sexually speaking.'
" 'I am going to such an affair tonight,' she informed me. 'You will be my escort.'
"I couldn't help asking, 'Is it going to be the kind of affair where couples swap? Some want it this way? Some want it that way? In short, any woman's cunt or asshole is fair game for any man's stiff prick ?'
"Tanya smiled enigmatically. 'Suppose you wait until tonight. You won't be disappointed, regardless of your tastes.'
"I looked back at Tanya, carefully. For the first time I was seeing her as a woman. Before, she was just another model, another clothes-horse who worked for me. Now, there was something more to her than just a body to model my clothes that I hoped to sell. She was a woman, a warm one, and if I wasn't mistaken, a rapacious one when it came to sex. Suddenly, I felt very close to her. She was the Very first person who recognized my new image. And, more important, she understood and approved.
"Tanya started to rise. 'If that is all, I'll go back to the fitting room.
And I'll see you tonight.' She was wearing a stylish dressing robe as she had been between changes when I had sent for her.
"Instinctively, I motioned for Tanya to remain seated. But I had nothing more to say to her. Why did I want her to remain? I kept staring at her until she appeared uncomfortable. And why did I stare so intently at her?
The answer soon made itself known to me. The longer I stared, the more Tanya resembled my late wife Betsy. Both women were of the same height. But that was really where the physical resemblance ended. Still, there was something about the woman that reminded me of Betsy. Then, the answer hit me. An aura of sexuality seemed to exude from the vicinity of the woman's cunt. Tanya, like Betsy, was a cunnilingus addict. I felt it in my bones. And I felt it strongly.
"I hadn't tasted a woman's cunt for almost a year. And suddenly lust raked my body: lust for cunt. I stood up and walked over to the seated woman. I walked as though I was in a trance. Indeed, I felt that I was possessed by some mysterious force over which I had no control. 'Cunt,' I breathed down at the now thoroughly frightened-looking woman. 'Got to eat your cunt.'
"Tanya sat bolt upright. 'Here? In your office? You must be out of your mind!'
" 'It's been so long,' I said and couldn't control the sob in my voice. 'So very long. I've got to eat it. Surely, you understand.'
"Tanya looked over to the door as though she was going to make a charge for the exit. 'No, I don't understand. Anyone, including your niece, can walk through the door. I may love to fuck, but I don't intend to advertise.' She tried to stand up. 'Now, let me out of here.'
"I pushed her back on the chair. I was beginning to get angry, too. 'Sit!' I ordered. 'I'm your boss!'
" 'Not when it comes to my cunt,' Tanya retorted, and this time she really intended in making a hard charge for the door.
"I had to work quickly, and I did. With one hand, I ripped open the robe to expose her naked body. Then I dropped down onto my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I slid both hands under the bare cheeks of her ass and partially lifted them up in order to get a better mouthful of cunt. I looked as though I was lifting with the utmost care a gourd filled with precious nectar. That's the way I felt. Inside that hairy cunt was the sweetest of nectars and I hadn't tasted a drop for over a year. I meant to drink of that nectar until my parched lusts were sated. 'No!' Tanya kept screaming. 'Not here. Someone will catch us. Let my cunt alone!'
"The louder she screamed, the more she resisted, the more determined I became to partake of her cunt. And she had a beautiful cunt that was worth every effort it took to subdue the lovely beast. Tanya's cunt hairs were short, no longer than the stubble of a man's beard. They were almost as tough as stubble and could certainly scratch a man's face if he wasn't careful. The frosting on the cake was its great abundance. The cunt stubble almost blanketed the bottom portion of her belly. I was surprised, too, by the lips of her cunt. The lips were like fleshy hillocks, and distended enough to give me a very good peek inside the valley. And, despite the woman's protestations, her clitoris had slid into view from its hiding place.
"I had to suppress a chuckle. As a longtime and expert cunt eater, I knew that the clitoris wouldn't have expanded unless the owner was sexually excited. And when I looked up at Tanya's face, I saw the rising passions of lust had already clouded her vision. And her struggles were growing weaker by the second. Finally, they ceased altogether, and she spread her legs as wide as possible in order for me to get my mouth hard, fast, and true against the surface of her cunt. Starting at the very base of the lips, my tongue traced a wet path up to the summit. And in this area, I was able to clamp my lips down hard over Tanya's swollen cock.
"The instant my lips touched her clitoris, Tanya threw up her knees and brought both legs down over my shoulders. In this position, I was in command of the action. I looked up for just an instant to see a face frozen by lust, glassy eyes that stared fixedly at some distant vision, tiny, sharp teeth behind lips that were just slightly parted. She slid down even further in the chair in order to literally wipe my face in her cunt. There was an odor that emanated from her crevice of love: an odor of fragrant perfume. Again, I smiled. No one but an addicted oralist would go around with a perpetually perfumed cunt. In that way, she'd always be ready for any mouth job that came in the direction of her cunt. And like everything else about the model, the perfume had been selected in the best of taste.
"I slid both hands under the smooth cheeks of her bare ass for leverage.
Then, I became all mouth. My tongue danced up and down the swelling lips.
Then, I'd pull on her clitoris, or dart a quick tongue into the regions of the vagina. And from that hole, it rose lazily toward the other hole in the love box that was stuffed with all sorts of nerves and sensuous pores awaiting the tongue of a man.
"Tanya's eyes looked as though they were glued shut as her body writhed like an eel, and her moans spiraled up from the very depth of her being.
Secretions dribbled out of my mouth and I had no idea whether they came from my mouth or from Tanya's cunt. Probably, the fluid was a blend from both sources. It didn't make any difference. All that mattered was my seemingly electrified tongue dancing wildly up and down and in the girl's cunt.
"Finally, Tanya's stomach muscles tensed, and I knew the end was in sight. I shut my own eyes for just a moment and imagined the cunt I was eating belonged to my wife. What a beautiful memory I had of my wife. But that didn't stop the gyrations of Tanya's hips that rocked back and forth with the tireless energy of a piston. The time had arrived to give Tanya the coup de grace, an ending that would never permit her to forget my kind of blow job. It was the kind of finale that used to rack my wife's body with paroxysms of ecstasy.
"My fingers dug deeper into the girl's bare ass and pulled her cunt even tighter up against my mouth. Then, my hopped-up tongue plunged deep into her vagina; deep enough to touch bottom. With her cunt hole stuffed with tongue, I seized the clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and jiggled it back and forth almost as fast as the speed of light. Tanya's head dropped all the way back as though her neck was broken. And the sobbing, strangled, lust-lashed sounds that erupted out of her mouth were fearful to hear.
"Then came the deluge: a flood of hot, bitter-tasting cunt secretions that flowed too swiftly and too furiously for me to swallow. They spilled out of my mouth and down my chin and drenched the cheeks of my face. But I continued to suck and swallow with a hungry, insane look in my shining eyes.
My own darling wife couldn't have blown her cunt with more power and enthusiasm.
"I pulled my face away from Tanya's drenched box, and looked up at the girl.
Her head had lolled over onto one shoulder and she looked like a rag doll, a battered rag doll. Her eyes were still closed, and when she uttered no sound and I couldn't detect a sign of breathing, I became alarmed. 'Tanya,' I called out in a loud voice. 'Wake up. It's all over.'
"Her eyelids slid open and she looked down at me with an uncomprehending face. I was sure that never before in her entire life had her cunt been blown with such an expert tongue. She felt as though her entire insides had collapsed. She had spent every drop of vaginal fluid that her body had been hoarding over a period of days. She was saving up her juices for the swinging party that was being held that night. And now, I understood her initial reluctance to accept my tongue. 'I'm sorry,' I apologized. 'I just got carried away.'
"Tanya nodded. Normalcy was returning. Memory came flooding back, and she struggled to sit up. I fetched paper towels and she wiped her cunt.
'Thanks,' she said. 'You're the perfect lover in every respect.' She looked at my cock with concern. 'May I return the favor? You need a blow, too.'
"I shook my head. 'Tonight. At the swingers' party. I'll get my blow.' I smiled. 'A man isn't built like a woman. If I lose my cream now, I'm through for a week. Not as young as I used to be,' I added, apologetically.
"Tanya nodded. 'After the kind of explosion you just gave me, I'm not sure whether I'll be any good for tonight.' She stood up. 'I'll take the rest of the day off to rest up. Pick me up at seven.'
" 'Gladly,' I replied. 'Can hardly wait.'
"Tanya walked over to the door. But as she was about to open it, she turned to me. 'You're one book they can't judge by the cover.'
" 'Thanks,' I replied. 'Lapping cunt is a job I love and adore.'
'That you do,' she agreed. 'And if that niece of yours knew the kind of a tongue you've got, she'd fall for you hook, line, and sinker. Every female dreams of getting lapped by a tongue like that just once in her lifetime.'
"I sighed. 'When it comes to eating cunt, I'll modestly acknowledge that I'm the greatest. I can boast of thirty years' experience as a cunt sucker.
But,' I stammered, 'there's a complication with my niece. She wants a man's tongue in another region of her body.'
"Tanya understood, immediately. A strange smile curved her lips. 'Ah yes, she must be an anal lover.'
"I looked back at her in surprise. 'How did you know?'
"The girl shrugged. 'I've seen Sue around here. I guess it just takes one to know one.'
"I was stunned. 'You? An anal lover?'
"Tanya was still smiling. 'It's the greatest.'
"I must have looked foolish. I stammered. 'But after the cunt job I just gave you, I don't really understand.' , " 'Simple,' she said. 'I work both sides of the street.'
"I sounded envious. 'I can't. I mean I don't think I can tongue a woman's ass. That's really too far out.'
" 'But you're going to the swingers' affair with me tonight. You'll be expected to join in. Tonguing ass is one of our specialties,' Tanya advised me.
"I nodded. 'That's why I want to go. I've got to find out if I can get used to the idea. If I can go through with eating a woman's ass, I'll know I can get somewhere with my niece.'
"Tanya blew me a kiss. 'See you at seven. My cunt is beginning to itch again for more treatment.'
" 'I'll be there,' I said. 'But the prospects of going down on an asshole make me nervous.'
"And I was still nervous when Tanya and I walked into the bash staged by the swingers' group. The room was filled with wall-to-wall flesh. Naked flesh.
The first rule of the club was to disrobe at the door. Any form of clothing over the body was considered obscene. And I suddenly realized that I was entering a world where the rules of organized society were completely reversed. And if I could only enter into the spirit of their world, I'd be able to lose a lifelong aversion to anal sex. Here, anilingus was considered the normal and natural thing to do.
"Tanya quickly disappeared from my side, and I was left alone to observe and enter into, if I pleased, the world of the swinger. For the most part, the couples were already matched up. An older woman was locked in a passionate embrace with a teenage boy. A gray-haired man was being fondled by a young girl. A black man and a blonde girl were wrestling playfully on the floor. A heavy-breasted, big-assed colored woman and a skinny-looking white kid were arranging their bodies for the sixty-nine position. A girl from high society was eating the prick of a man who could have been a truck driver, or a day laborer of some kind.
"In brief, the world of the square had been checked at the door along with the clothes. Here, everyone was expected to do his or her natural thing. And my natural thing was cunnilingus. As far as I was concerned, a washed, perfumed cunt of a woman was the most beautiful and desirable thing in the entire world. I'd eat one without a moment's hesitation. But wasn't a washed and perfumed anus just as desirable to eat? That's what I had to find out.
And I looked searchingly around the room in an effort to observe a couple engaged in the act of anal sex.
"My eyes settled on the big-titted, middle-aged colored woman and the thin white boy who couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
When I had observed their initial contortions I had assumed they were going to eventually take up the sixty-nine position. My assumption proved a correct one. Their thing was the sixty-nine. The boy was on the bottom, the woman on top. And her thick, negroid lips engulfed the white, hard prick with a passion hot enough to ignite asbestos. The huge, black cheeky ass of the woman rested comfortably on the boy's shoulders, and the flesh couldn't have been more than a fraction of an inch away from his mouth. The proximity of the boy's mouth to the black woman's asshole was the reason my eyes remained fixed on the couple. There was a possibility that his tongue might sneak into her asshole.
"Of course, I realized that the object of the sixty-nine was a mutual assault on the genitals, an oral assault. And no other part of the body was supposed to be involved. But there was something in the eyes of the white kid that warned me that his tongue was more naturally attuned to the asshole than the cunt. At the moment, the boy's tongue was busily engaged in the large, black, hair-framed orifice. The sharp, black cunt hairs bit into his face as he lapped at the love opening. And there wasn't any doubt that he knew his way around a cunt. His long, purplish tongue rolled up the opening from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom. After a long series of feverish tongue wipes of the cunt, his lips pursed together and struck out at the black woman's clitoris which had enlarged to resemble a hard, bony button.
"When the boy sucked the black cock into his mouth, the colored woman's mouth flew off the white cock, and she emitted a scream like a charging warrior. Then, with the agility of a ballet dancer, the woman moved her enormous hips up and down. And as she moved in this way, the cheeks of her large ass jiggled agitatedly on both sides of the boy's face. That was the reason for my belief that the boy's tongue was going to at least sample the ass that was swinging so closely to his mouth.
"Again, my hunch proved a correct one, and I moved closer to more accurately appraise his reactions as he plunged his tongue into a woman's ass that most definitely had not been washed or perfumed. If this kid could complete the act of tongue-in-asshole with any degree of relish, I could, at least, attempt a similar action on the clean and lovely posterior that belonged to my young niece.
"The boy slid his arms around those enormous hemispheres of ass flesh, and took his mouth out of her pussy. He held his head back and took a long, hard look at the two black cheeks and the deep crevice between them. The flesh inside the cleavage looked even blacker than the surface skin. The boy hesitated. But only for a moment. The next thing I knew he had pushed his entire face between the cheeks, and was running his tongue lustfully up and down the rear-end valley of love. And as he lapped, there was an excited glow in his eyes as though he was at long last performing an act he had dreamt about for a long time.
"At first, the boy divided the energies of his tongue equally between the black woman's cunt and ass. He'd wipe cunt from top to bottom. Then, as though by some prearranged signal, the woman would bend over further, spread the cheeks of her ass, and shove them in his face. After a few long and passionate swipes of the cleavage, he'd again direct his tongue back to the swollen lips of the cunt. But after a while the tongue began to linger a bit longer in the region of the rectum before it retraced its journey back to the genitals. Finally, all pretense was abandoned. The tongue remained in the rectum, and with the express and open purpose of penetrating the hole and throwing a driving tongue-fuck into the cavity. After a series of forward thrusts with the tongue, aided by backward thrusts of the woman's ass, this task was accomplished, and the anal tongue-fuck commenced.
"If facial expressions meant anything, both the boy and woman were in the throes of undiluted rapture. The feel of the boy's tongue inside the woman's ass was obviously what he craved. And the woman must have felt the same way.
"And their joy was contagious. I turned away from the couple with the determination at least to experiment with anal sex. But first, I had to select a partner. Tanya was busy elsewhere, and with another partner. I'd have to find someone else. There were several rooms in the clubhouse, so I decided to investigate them all. Each room was filled with naked couples in various stages and positions of far-out sex. I concentrated my gaze on studying the cheeks of female ass. As I was thus engaged, my eyes fixed intently on the ass of a likely candidate, but then a voice called out to me.
" 'Hello, Uncle Baxter.'
"I whirled around, stunned. My niece Sue was looking at my naked body with an amused, tolerant and not very surprised smile. 'Tanya invited me,' she said before I could ask the obvious question.
" 'Did she tell you anything?' I asked, hoping I could suddenly become invisible.
" 'Everything,' Sue replied. She was even more breathtakingly beautiful in the nude than I had imagined. And there was not only a facial resemblance between Sue and my wife. Their respective cunts were shaped in precisely the same way. My mouth began to water as I looked at Sue's cunt.
"Sue followed my impassioned gaze down toward her hairy receptacle of love.
'Of course, you can eat it, Uncle Baxter. But first, you know what I have to have.'
" 'Have to have?' I raised my eyebrows. Surely, her need for anal sex wasn't compulsive, I thought.
"But it was. 'I've got to have it,' Sue said in a tight, hard way. 'That's the way I'm built.'
" 'And I've got to have oral sex,' I informed her. 'That's the way I'm built.' I took hold of her hand, and drew her closer to me. 'But when two people love each other, they compromise.'
" 'Love is great,' Sue admitted. 'But it's not enough for me.' Her eyes grew hard and shining with lust. 'I've got to have that stiff prick up my asshole. There's no other feeling that can quite compare with it. Every pore inside my body responds to an anal fuck. And when I blow, I'm shattered. But it's wonderful.' She slid her arms around my waist. 'Oh darling,' she breathed. 'Hit me with a powerful asshole fuck, and I'm yours forever.'
"As we stood and talked, my penis began to rise and harden. 'Oh, look, darling,' Sue said, excitedly. 'You're getting a hard on for me.'
"My penis had, indeed, risen to the angle of the fuck. The thought of getting into my niece had excited me despite our differences. But Sue had an even deeper explanation. 'It's the thought of getting into my asshole that really turned you on, honey.' She squealed, 'You're an asshole lover and you never even knew it. Deep down, you've always craved anal sex!'
"For a moment, I was speechless. Was there any truth in Sue's contention?
Was my body involuntarily reacting to the image of my prick sliding into Sue's asshole? There was only one way to find out for certain. I said, 'As long as it's stiff we may as well do something about it.'
"Sue's face flushed with excitement. 'An anal fuck?'
" 'An anal fuck,' I agreed. But I felt compelled to ask, 'How am I ever going to get my prick into such a narrow cavity?'
" 'That's where all the fun comes in,' Sue explained. 'That's where you apply your talent for the mouth job.'
"I thought of the thin, white boy lapping the huge ass of the colored woman and winced. But, of course, Sue's ass would have more appeal to me. I said, 'Let's get on with it then. I've got to find out about myself sooner or later.'
"We took several cushions off a couch and piled them on the floor. Sue draped her naked body over the cushions. Naturally, the cheeks of her ass were then on prominent display. And their elevation above the cushions facilitated my mouth to reach her asshole. I dropped down on my side alongside Sue and bent my head over her cheeky ass. The ass flesh was cream-colored and smooth as glass. The symmetrical curves were exciting from both an artistic and erotic point of view. Fortunately, she had perfumed the entire area. I distended my nostrils, inhaled, and took the plunge. My face dropped down deep between the cheeks until it was bathed in darkness. But I didn't need any light to locate the hair-fringed anal opening with the tip of my tongue.
"Once located, I drove my tongue into the asshole with an iron-fisted determination. And this determination paid off. I didn't feel the slightest twinge of revulsion. On the contrary, I felt elated, light hearted, happy.
The smell of Sue's perfumed ass and the taste of the flesh combined to lash me into a fury of tongue, mouth, lips, and teeth. My tongue assaulted the hole with demonic fury. And when I felt the moistened walls of the cavity yielding, I pulled my face out. 'Get set for the asshole fuck,' I cried out elatedly.
"Sue raised herself up on her knees and elbows, and I lost no time in plunging my tool inside the stretched orifice. The tight fit raked my body with excitement, and I threw a fuck into the asshole that stimulated my bone into a quick explosion. Then I attached my" mouth to Sue's cunt and sucked her off.
"The climax was so complete that both of us felt numb for hours afterwards.
We were one anal and oral couple that made a great team."
CHAPTER FOUR - ANAL SEX ON THE FARM
"Every summer my sister who lives in the big city sends her daughter to visit us on the farm. The year that I fucked her she was thirteen years old and ripe. By ripe I mean her tits were busting out of her chest like ripe fruit, the cheeks of her ass had swelled out sweet as peaches, and her legs already looked like a couple of nutcrackers. She was a lively kid with her long, black hair, big, bedroom eyes, and her hep city talk. She brought about a million records with her, and a half dozen suitcases. The kid had more stuff than I did. I drove her home from the station, and showed her the room where she'd be sleeping. Then I helped her unpack and put away all her clothes.
"I was taking the clothes out of one bag when my hand struck something solid, long, and with a knob on the end of it. It felt like a bull's dong after he'd got a whiff of a cow's cunt in heat. But it couldn't be anything like that. Curiosity compelled me to pull out the object from the kid's bag.
It looked exactly as it felt like; a stiff prick.
"I was holding the object and scratching my head in wonderment when the kid came over to me. She saw the puzzled look on my face, and laughed. 'You mean to say you don't know what it is?' she asked with that impish smile still on her face.
" 'I know what it looks like,' I replied. 'But this is one time I'm not believing my eyes.'
" 'Oh, Uncle Walter,' she said, taking the object from my hand. 'It's a prick. An artificial one.'
"I felt like a million years old. Things must have been happening in the city that I hadn't heard about. Or maybe my sister was raising her kid differently from the way we were brought up. 'I figured as much,' I said.
'But what I don't figure is what you're doing with it.'
"The kid looked back at me wide-eyed. 'How can you be so gross, Uncle Walter? I use it. Every day. Sometimes three and four times when my pants really get hot.'
" 'Your mom know about it?' I tried to sound parental, but I could feel my own cock begin to stir excitedly.
" 'Of course she does,' the kid said as though I was the biggest dummy in the country. 'Mom uses one herself. Only hers is bigger, of course. And she only uses it between boyfriends.'
"My city sister who was Kitty's mother was a divorced woman. She and Kitty lived alone in a big apartment. Apparently my sister was raising the kid as though they were sisters instead of mother and daughter. There wasn't a doubt my sister was taking Kitty into her confidence when it came to getting a cunt pacified. And after I thought it over a minute, I came to the conclusion that maybe my sister was doing the right thing. A hot-cunted thirteen-year-old girl could get into trouble with some undesirable punk.
The artificial prick was the ideal solution. Whenever the kid felt in need of attention, she jacked herself off with the substitute cock. I think they're called dildoes. And she was masturbating without having to feel ashamed, or guilty. That was great! And I decided to accept the situation as nonchalantly as possible. Already the idea of fucking Kitty was taking root in my mind.
"But to find out how far I could go, I had to find out more about my sister's ideas about getting the kid fucked. 'Have you ever watched your mommy use the thing?' I asked and tried to sound casual although my voice was trembling a bit. I hadn't had a good piece of ass for several years. My wife had lost all interest in the game.
" 'Of course, I've seen mom jack off with her dildoe,' Kitty said matter-of-factly. 'It's real fun to watch.' Her face brightened. 'But it's a lot more fun when we do it together.'
"'Together?' I echoed, foolishly. 'How do you do it together?' When we were growing up, I used to fuck my sister all the time. She was a hot piece of ass as a kid. And it sounded as though she hadn't changed a bit. Kitty took after her mom all right. And right there and then, I resolved to get into Kitty's pants.
"Kitty fondled the dildoe, affectionately. 'We both sit down in front of a full-length mirror, and hand-fuck ourselves.'
"My cock slid upwards and I couldn't conceal the bulge in my pants. And I couldn't suppress the image I saw in my mind of Kitty and her mother sitting naked before a mirror while they jacked themselves off.
"Kitty glanced at the protrusion between my legs but pretended not to notice, although she couldn't suppress a slight smile that played over her lips. She was enjoying getting me heated up. And the kid knew she was tantalizing my nuts. The fact that my wife wasn't fucking me anymore was well-known to everyone in our family. And that included my sister in the city. Since she shared sexual confidences with her young daughter, she probably told Kitty about me. The thought of being discussed in such a manner made me sore, and I made a double resolve to fuck the kid at the first opportunity.
"There was no opportunity at that time. My lard-assed wife was sitting downstairs, and she'd come running if she thought I was getting any. She didn't want to fuck, and she didn't want me to fuck. That shit was going to come to an end, and soon! And the way my niece was teasing me, she'd make the ideal partner for my first fuck in a year.
"I had put away all the kid's clothes. But I simply had to ask, 'Since when have you and your mom become so chummy when it comes to sex?'
"Kitty thought a minute. 'Oh, it's about six months now. Ever since I kind of persuaded mom to come clean about the different ways I should hand-fuck myself.'
" 'You persuaded her to tell you about masturbation?' I said, incredulously.
" 'Maybe persuaded isn't the right word,' Kitty replied. 'More like blackmailed.'
"I sat down on the side of the bed. The kid was too much. 'How did you blackmail her?' I asked. I realized we were living in changing times. But somehow, I didn't keep up.
"Kitty sounded quite proud of her accomplishment. 'I caught her with one of her boyfriends. I just threatened to find a live fuck of my own if she didn't show me how to jack off properly. She was kind of against it at first. But she finally got used to the idea. Now, she likes it. Thinks it's great. She even bought me a dildoe for myself.'
"The mention of my sister getting fucked by her boyfriend stirred up old memories of the times I screwed her myself. I simply had to find out if her technique had changed. I had no alternative but to ask, 'What was your mom doing with her boyfriend?'
" 'A lot of things,' she said as though she still relished the memory. 'A lot of interesting things.'
"I motioned for Kitty to sit beside me on the edge of the bed. She accepted my invitation, and snuggled up very close to me. I cast an anxious eye toward the door. My wife was always a problem. But I didn't dare go too far now unless I lost all control. I draped a friendly arm around her shoulder.
'I'm almost like your daddy,' I said, 'even though I'm your uncle. Tell me what your mommy and her friend were doing.'
"Kitty's eyes hovered over my crotch and she noted with satisfaction that I still had a hard on. She rested her one arm on my lap, and 'accidentally on purpose' let the elbow brush up against the bulge where my prick was endeavoring to break through my pants. 'There isn't too much to tell,' she said, but in a teasing way. She sensed how badly I wanted in on the details of her mother's fucking habits. She remembered. 'Mom and her friend thought I was asleep. I heard them in the living room, and peeked out at them through the bedroom door.
" 'They were necking on the living-room couch. Mom's skirt was way up over her waist, and her friend's fly was open, and his stiff prick was exposed.
Although this was the first grown man's cock I'd ever seen, I didn't think much of it. Some of the boys at school took out their cocks and showed them to me. And they were hung a lot better than mom's boyfriend. But at that moment, the size of the guy's prick didn't seem to matter. He had his hand up mom's snatch and was stroking and tickling it with his fingers.
" 'Mom was rotating her hips and moaning, and every now and then she'd shove her whole ass forward to make the man's finger dig into her cunt. When that happened she really moaned and carried on. The next thing I knew they tore off their clothes. My eyes really bugged out. Mom is really gorgeous in the nude. The boyfriend thought so, too. He kept saying he'd like to eat her all up: her tits, belly, cunt and ass.
" 'When he mentioned the word ass, mom looked at him in a strange way. Okay, she told her friend, you can just do that little thing. When the friend looked puzzled, mom reminded him that he had promised to eat her ass. When he tried to weasel out of it, mom got sore. A promise was a promise as far as she was concerned. She had been looking for a man to go down on her ass for quite some time. And he'd not only have to eat her ass, but fuck it, too.
The boyfriend was kind of weak-livered and hesitant about doing such a thing. But mom took hold of his prick and rubbed it up against her pussy.
That did it. The guy groaned and moaned and promised to do anything if she'd only let him fuck her.
" 'Mom agreed. But first, she wanted his tongue lapping her ass. A tight asshole filled to overflowing with a big prick was where all the action was, mom said. She had divorced her husband because he couldn't perform the way she wanted. And she'd get rid of any boyfriend who couldn't come through for her.
" 'Mom had placed her cards on the table. It was up to her boyfriend to continue dealing, or get out of the game. He decided to stay. At that moment, he was playing in the only game in town. At least that's what he told mom. She shrugged, and told him to take it or leave it. Anal sex was her bag, and he was going to have to perform, or else.
" 'The guy was really stupid. He didn't know a thing about anal fucking, or an anal blow job. Mom had to show him everything. What made it all possible for the guy was mom's cute shape in the nude. She's a stunner, and that ass of hers is really a piece of cake. Once the guy got into it with his tongue he didn't mind sucking ass at all. In fact, he began to enjoy it. But mom would only let him suck until the asshole got wet enough for the walls to stretch.
" 'Once those walls got stretched, mom ordered him to throw her an asshole fuck while she got down in a dog-style position.'
"Kitty shook her head. 'He shot a load you won't believe. I never thought he'd quit creaming.'
"I nodded. 'And after that, your mother took you into her confidence regarding sex?'
" 'She sure did!' Kitty replied.
"I was about to push her back on the bed, and fuck her little cunt. But my wife's footsteps made me scramble to my feet and run out of the room. But that made me all the more determined to eventually fuck my niece. And if she was anything like her mother, which I strongly suspected, I'd have to give her an anal fuck."
Walter G. was a forty-six-year-old man who lived with his wife in a fairly isolated rural community. He was sexually frustrated. A year prior to his anal affair with his thirteen-year-old niece, his wife had suffered a serious illness. On recovery, she appeared to have little or no interest in sex. She refused to resume an active sex life with her husband. Because of financial reasons, the couple remained married. The case subject, who had a strong sexual appetite, became frustrated. But in the small community where everyone knew everyone else, there was no vent for his sexual frustrations.
There wasn't even an opportunity to pay a prostitute to give him temporary relief.
Every summer for many years Walter's niece, from a distant large city, visited the couple on their farm. In her thirteenth year, when the niece Kitty visited Walter and his wife, the farmer was surprised at the change in the girl. She had grown into a sexually precocious youngster who spoke openly to him of her masturbatory habits and of the sexual habits of her mother. The girl's mother was treating her as an adult and took her into her confidence about sexual matters.
As a boy, Walter had engaged in an incestuous affair with his sister, Kitty's mother. But the anal affair with Kitty was provoked by the niece.
Despite her age, the thirteen-year-old girl was already a sexually mature female because of the open relationship between her and her mother.
Was Kitty's mother wrong in sharing sexual confidences with her young daughter? Was she wrong in teaching Kitty masturbatory techniques for the girl to relieve herself with? Despite the seemingly unusual nature of such a relationship, the practice of a mother or an older woman instructing a puberty-aged girl in the rites of masturbation is an old one.
In Comparative Sex Techniques, John Warren Wells states: ... playmates and older women may play a role in the child's [sex] learning process. The daughters of the upper classes, especially in England and France, were frequently taught to masturbate by nursemaids who handled the girls' genitals until sexual excitement resulted; later, the girls would imitate the nursemaids' actions and masturbate themselves. Either Lesbian impulses or a desire to calm the child might lead nursemaids to abuse their charges in this fashion.
The motivations of Kitty's mother were simple. She wanted to pacify the child rather than run the risk of having her involved with boys. The mother worked, was away from the house a great deal, and the daughter had ample opportunity for sexual activities with the opposite sex. As a well-informed and poised youngster, Kitty was actually better able to cope with problems.
She was actually much more mature than her uncle Walter, a sexually frustrated man who remained unable to cope with his problems. But he had always been unable to cope. As a boy, he had carried on a brief affair with his older sister. For years, he was tormented with feelings of guilt. As self-punishment, he married a relatively frigid woman. In the beginning of their marriage, she was an indifferent sex partner. Later, she used an illness as an excuse to abandon all sexual contact with her husband.
Fearful people like Walter G. are characterized by Albert Ellis in his book Sex Without Guilt. He writes: Americans are specifically taught to be fearful of sex. During their childhood and adolescence, all the possible dangers, and virtually none of the pleasures, of human sexuality are drummed into their heads and hearts.
Grim specters of loss of reputation, illegitimate pregnancy, illegal abortion, syphilis, gonorrhea, perversion, physical and emotional breakdown, etc. are ceaselessly thrown at them while they are growing up.
The idea that sex is good, sex is fun, sex is one of the greatest and most repeatable of human joys is rarely unequivocally brought to their attention.
In jokes, yes; in sly asides, of course; in under-the-counter pamphlets and books, certainly. In these indirect and backhanded ways the idea that sex is good, hot, and spicy is slammed across to the average American male and female. But directly and forthrightly? Heavens, no! From these respectable sources come cavilings, quibblings, cautionings.
The result is ... that the American boy and girl, and later the American man and woman, believe that sex is good-and bad; tasty-and nasty. They are, in a word, conflicted. And conflict means indecision and doubt-which means fear.
Walter G. and his sister Clair were raised by a widowed mother. The mother was left a large farm and employed many workers. She was regarded in the small community with respect and deference. She was one of the social leaders in the area. And because of her position, she was greatly concerned with the image she projected, and the behavior of her two children.
When Clair and Walter reached the age of puberty, and exhibited interest in the opposite sex, their mother gave them stern warnings against promiscuity.
She frightened them with the many perils of sex. This sort of attitude produced two distinctly different reactions in her children. Clair became resentful and engaged in sexual activities to spite her puritanical mother.
Walter became frightened and inhibited. He was eventually seduced by his older sister but suffered the torments of the damned.
The arrival of his niece awakened old and latent desires for sexual excitement.
"I was thirteen years old when I got my first bone on. I didn't understand what was happening to me, or what I was supposed to do with it. When I told my sister Clair, she laughed and asked to see it. I took out my cock, and when she touched it, the meat hardened again and turned red. I felt funny, like I was supposed to do something with it. But I really didn't know. 'I'll show you,' Clair said, and pulled up her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and so I got a good look at her cunt for the first time.
"I remember staring so hard at Clair's cunt that I thought my eyes were going to drop out of their sockets. Clair laughed at my reaction. She was fifteen years old at that time and already had a very nice spray of hair around the gash. But it wasn't just her cunt that excited me. Her body was so different from mine. She had a fuller belly than mine and a belly button that looked like another cunt. When she turned around to show me the cheeks of her ass, I thought my bone was going to blow off my body. The cheeks were pinkish colored, and I was suddenly filled with the most unexplainable desire to fondle them with my hands, to scratch at the flesh, and even to kiss them.
"But I didn't do any of those things then. Clair turned around. She still held her skirt up around her waist. 'Let's have some fun,' she said.
" 'What kind of fun?' I asked.
" 'Fuck fun,' she giggled.
"I tried to tuck my bone back into my pants. But it was too long and too stiff. 'Mom warned us about playing with our bodies,' I reminded her. 'She said we'd get a bad case of the measles, and get real sick. You know it's bad to play with each other like that.'
" 'Horseshit!' Clair blurted out, disgustedly. 'Mom don't want us to have any fun because she's not getting any. And she's so goddamned afraid people will find out. She's always so afraid about what other people are going to think!' She wrinkled her nose. 'Piss on what other people think.' She held out her hand. 'Give me your prick, and I'll give you a good time.'
"Before I could twist aside, Clair grabbed hold of my bone and pulled me close to her. Once I felt the touch of her hand over the meat, I didn't try to struggle very hard. That soft, female hand felt like velvet cloth over my burning cock shaft. 'Feels funny.' I breathed with the greatest of difficulty.
"This time Clair didn't laugh. She looked into my face and at my cock with a strange light in her eyes. My reaction to her hand on my prick excited her.
'Pricks were made to have fun with,' she said in a low voice.
" 'But you're my sister,' I protested feebly. 'Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to fuck each other. Mom warned us.'
" 'Forget about mom, little brother. It's time you started making up your own mind about things in general. Including this,' and she squeezed the cock bone.
"I was filled with mixed feelings. I loved the feeling of Clair's hand over my prick. It was exciting, and I couldn't see anything wrong with it. Yet mom's doomsday warnings were still ringing in my, ears. I asked timidly, 'What are you going to do?'
"For answer, Clair guided my cockhead against the outer lips of her pussy.
Then she began to brush the head back and forth over the moistening lips. At first she stroked the lips with a slow, easy movement as though she was savoring a rare old wine. But, gradually, the stroking increased in tempo.
Then I felt the lips of her cunt open and the tip of my cockhead felt the soft inner goodness of her cunt. Now she flicked my cock up and down the slit with such a rapidity, I couldn't follow the motion with my eyes. A wild, savage look clawed at Clair's features. I didn't recognize her. She was someone else, a madwoman I'd never seen before. She squatted a bit lower and started to jack the cock in and out of her cunt in a hammering, driving motion that left her breathless. She seemed to be on the verge of doing something very important. Her red tongue slid out between her tiny, sharp teeth. 'Ahhhhh,' she moaned, and then, with one final and terrible hammering blow, she slammed the cockhead hard against her cunt. And, much to my amazement, liquid burst out of the cunt hole and I felt a wetness soak into the head of my prick.
"The burning-hot cunt juice ate into the flesh of my cock like acid. Or so I thought at the time. At any rate, the hot liquid triggered a reaction deep within the area of my genitals. The next thing I knew I was blasting out a hot, creamy fluid through the eye of my cockhead. The cream felt molten against my flesh. And Clair must have thought it was unbearably hot, too.
Her smooth young face seemed to crumble, her lips twisted as she mouthed silent obscenities.
"Finally, as my prick grew limp, and her cunt lips slid together, we returned to normalcy. Clair was elated. 'Wasn't it great?' She laughed, excitedly. 'And that wasn't even a fuck. All I did was rub your prick hard against my outer cunt. But the next time, I'm going to put it in. Then you won't even be able to stand it.' She made an obscene grimace with her face and ran her tongue over her lips in a lewd way.
"After it was all over, I felt depressed. It was great fun while Clair was jacking herself off against my cock. But after I blew out the cream, mom's warnings about sex came flooding back into my head, and I felt guilty as hell. 'We better not do it anymore,' I said, shamefacedly. 'It's bad. Mom will find out.'
" 'Horseshit!' Clair exclaimed. 'I'm going to fuck you tomorrow, and don't try and chicken out of it!'
"I could hardly sleep all night for worry, and fear of the consequences. But the next morning I awoke with a good bone on, and was filled with mixed feelings again. I wanted to, and yet I was afraid. If Clair wasn't a strong and independent person I'd have never gone through with it. Now that I knew what it felt like to rub my cockhead over the outer cunt, I was burning with curiosity to feel the entire prick deep down inside the cunt. But I was terrified, and right up to the last minute tried to chicken out.
"Mom had a fifty-acre spread, so there were many places to select for our fuck. Clair assured me that she had found a very secluded spot where no one would catch us. And once we were out in the back spread, my fears dropped away for a while. It was really peaceful. There were plenty of trees and bushes, a small stream, and not another human being around for many miles.
"Clair was feeling real kittenish, and by the time we got there I already had a good-size bone on. We lost no time in disrobing. The day was warm, and the fresh breezes felt delicious as they washed our naked bodies. Clair's nude body was brick-shithouse solid. At fifteen, Clair's naked body epitomized everything that was perfect in the female form. Her purplish, spear-shaped nipples were erected about the same angle as my prick. And now I could gaze raptly at her cunt without the distorted vision of fear. It was a beautiful cunt. The lips were parted again. And much to my mystification there was, at the top of the thing, a shiny hard sliver of bony flesh. Later I learned that I was looking at her clitoris, and that I was supposed to suck it. But then, I gazed at it as though it was another part of a great work of art.
"Clair seemed fascinated by my naked body, too. I was a skinny kid with a hollow chest and spindly legs. Everything about me seemed kid-dish and immature, with one exception: my genitals. I had more hairs curling up around my cock and belly than a grown man. And, even at thirteen, I was hung like a stallion. It excited me to see the way Clair reacted to the sight of my prick and my naked body. Then she made a very strange request.
"Turn around," she said. Her voice was so low, I could hardly hear her.
And when I did turn around, she stared for the longest time at the cheeks of my ass. She felt them with her hands, examined them, inserted fingers into my asshole, and in general appeared to be making a very thorough appraisal of the seater flesh. That was the first indication that I received that Clair was already addicted to anal sex.
"But before she could further explain her anal ways, voices drifted over to us and we both dropped into the deep grass. The voices became louder, and I was really afraid that my heart was going to burst right through my chest. I wouldn't have reacted so violently if I hadn't recognized one of the voices.
It belonged to my mother. 'Mom!' I whispered agitatedly to Clair. 'She'll find us here without any clothes on.'
"Clair smiled. 'If she does find us, she won't say a thing. Look!' she ordered. 'Look across to the other side of the stream.'
"Fearfully, I raised up my head. There wasn't any doubt about it. Mom was standing on the other side of the stream. But she wasn't alone. I recognized her companion as one of the new field-hands she'd hired the previous week.
He was a big burly fellow with plenty of muscle and plenty of cock. I could determine the dimensions of his prick because he had just shed his clothes.
And so did mom. My eyes bugged out. This was the first time in my entire life that I'd ever seen my own mother in the nude. She had always been so strict about displaying nudity.
" 'I don't understand,' I whispered over to Clair.
"Clair smirked. 'It's not hard to understand,' she replied. 'It's the old story of "do as I say but not as I do." In short, mom loves her fucks on the side. But she doesn't want us to get any because someone might find out and spoil her precious reputation.'
"I still couldn't associate mom with fornication. 'What are they going to do?' I wondered aloud.
" 'Fuck!' Clair replied with emphasis. 'Have themselves a fuck !'
"Clair was right, but only partly. They were going to fuck, but mom had a few special tastes that had to be satisfied. One of these tastes centered in the pit of her asshole. "That's where all the action is,' she told her field-hand boyfriend, who resembled a huge, hairy orangutan.
"The orangutan grunted. He was as close to the animal level that a human being could descend to. He uttered a grunt of readiness to perform anal sex.
The abnormality of the act, or even the certain amount of creativity, didn't faze him at all. All that mattered was the blow-off. He was one of those hot-nutted drifters who can't get enough and are always ready for sex anytime, anyplace, and with any hole available. Whether he punked a cunt, asshole, or mouth was of no moment. Any cavity was good enough as long as it provided enough friction for him to erupt. He was even lower than an animal.
"Perhaps that was why mom was fascinated with him. She was so busy playing the social lady of utter correctness that when she craved a fuck, it had to be off an animalistic type of moron-her complete opposite.
"But her complete opposite had to be guided every step of the way. 'You want me to punk your asshole, or suck it, or what?' he asked my mom. 'I don't get too many calls for screwing the rear end.'
"Mom's ass wasn't a particularly large one. The cheeks curved, but they weren't no bigger than Clair's. But when she spread the cheeks apart, mom revealed a large-size asshole which probably explained her preference for anal sex. The rear-end hole could accommodate any-size prick. There was a thick growth of hair around the anus, and that seemed to excite the orangutan. He was matted with hair all over, and the sight of hair on a woman's body must have turned him on, too.
"Mom piled her clothes up and plopped down on top of them, with her ass-end up. Tongue my asshole,' she told her lover. 'Then, when I'm ready, drill your tool into it until you coat it with a hot layer of prick dew.'
"This request didn't faze the subanimal at all. He dropped to his knees and bent his head over the cheeks of my mother's ass. He said gruffly, 'Hope you didn't wash down here. I like to smell a real woman, and not a bunch of smells you buy out of a store.'
"This remark excited mom. I could see it in her eyes and face. She really craved an animal fuck. And she knew how to deal with an animal like the orangutan. 'Don't worry lover. Suck,' she called to the man. 'What you smell down there is me. I didn't wash or perfume my ass. It's all yours, just the way nature made it.'
" 'Ahhh,' the man sniffed, and lust gave his sluggish, heavy features a spirited and lively look. He pressed his face against the ass flesh, and finally into it with his needlelike tongue.
"As the orangutan's tongue dipped deeply into mom's anal tube, her facial muscles tore back her mouth and she emitted the weirdest sound I had ever heard-like a she-wolf in heat baying for a fuck during the full moon. Anal sex was her meat. Of that fact there could be no doubt.
"But the sight of the man's tongue up mom's ass affected Clair in a very strange way. She began to moan softly, as though her ass was being treated with a tongue, too. She reached back and started to finger her asshole.
'Suck, suck, suck!' she kept whispering to herself. And then I realized that she was actually directing her communications to me. 'Suck my ass,' she whispered. And when I remained still and petrified-looking, she kept insisting in a harsh voice, 'Suck my ass, goddammit. Don't be such a sissy faggot. Suck your sister's ass!'
"I was staggered by Clair's impugning of my virility. I wasn't a sissy faggot, and I was going to prove it to her. She'd regret ever having called me such names. Her objective, of course, was to make me angry enough to lap her ass. But I was too young and too hurt at the time to realize that fact.
For pointers, I took a good, hard look at the hairy field-hand sucking mom's ass, then I slid back and dropped my face onto Clair's ass cheeks.
'Darling,' she whispered to me over her shoulder. 'You really are a man.
Suck your sister's ass. Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you. You'll love it. You'll see.'
"At the time, I didn't get much of a charge out of sticking my tongue into my sister's ass. My technique was probably at fault. On the other hand, mom's lover seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the opportunity of wiping a female ass with his tongue. That's exactly what he was doing; his tongue ran up and down the space between the cheeks. And that's what he would continue to do if mom didn't reach back and guide him into progressively more exciting activities. The man had absolutely no imagination or initiative of his own.
"Probably, I had a native-born talent for anal sex, but I felt I was far more inventive than mom's ass lover. I, too, ran my tongue up and down the cleavage between my sister's ass cheeks. But it didn't take me very long to locate the bud in the center of the valley. And I just naturally knew that I was supposed to penetrate the tiny hole with the tip of my tongue. There wasn't any hair around the asshole, and I could see it very plainly. The hole was smaller than the eye of a needle. How I was ever supposed to push my prick into that hole didn't trouble me at the time. I was too busy working my tongue. But I did think of mom. If a woman's asshole was no bigger than a dot made by a pencil, how was the orangutan going to shove his animalistic tool through the minute opening?
"I pulled my face out of my sister's ass to see what was going on across the stream. The laborer had also snapped his head out of mom's ass and, under her direction, was assuming a position on his knees in preparation for the fuck. Mom remained on her stomach. The orangutan knelt with one knee between her legs, the other knee outside her left leg. Then he pulled her cheeks apart and guided his battering ram toward her anal opening. On his hands and knees, he resembled a huge, shaggy-skinned musk-ox. In brief, he did not present a very lovely sight. But it was probably this contrast that excited mom. It seemed to excite Clair, too. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight of beauty and the beast. 'Lovely,' she murmured. 'Mom's all right. I understand her so much better now.' And she winced. "The big bugger is going to hurt her. His prick is much too enormous for her asshole.'
"It certainly looked that way. But mom never lost her cool. Both Clair and I had forgotten the way the animal had lapped the anal opening. We got a clue from the rivulets of saliva that ran down the chin and chest of the naked, hairy man. Still, when the head of his prick zoomed in for the strike, mom's head twisted way back, and she loosed a scream that wafted over the tree-tops and over the fields for a very long distance.' But the hairy man wasn't concerned with mom's anguish. All he wanted was a hole in which to rub his prick. He arched his hips back again and let go with an even more furious assault on the hole. Mom grabbed hold of a handful of the tall grass with both hands and clung tenaciously to these anchors. Her shrill, high-pitched screams reverberated across the valley.
"But as mom's screaming grew more anguished, more desperate, and more chilling, Clair grew more excited. 'That's what I want done to me,' she hissed. 'A fuck inside my tight asshole. You can't beat it for kicks.'
" 'But it'll hurt you,' I protested. 'Listen to mom,' I urged.
"Clair looked at me in a pitying way. 'You're still young and have got much to learn. For your information, mom is loving every thrust of that prick.
When the beast finally batters through the opening and fills her hole with nothing but solid cock meat, she'll be able to blow from the sheer joy.
That's what a bum fuck does to a woman who is sensitive in that region.'
" 'Are you sure you're like that, too?' I asked.
" 'Positive,' came the reply. 'Now, I know I inherited the kind of ass I've got from mom. And if I have a daughter after I'm married, she'll probably have the same kind of asshole. It runs in our family. All the women have especially sensitive rear holes. And all of us love to have them rammed with cocks of solid bone.'
"A surging increase in the intensity and pitch of mom's screams told us that her asshole lover had succeeded in bursting away all obstacles and had penetrated the opening. With the cock pole sliding down into the anus, his body was now lying flat atop mom's back. But only for a moment. Then, bracing himself, he carefully pulled back until three-quarters of the bone was lifted out of the hole. Then, with another grunt, he slammed the entire weapon back into the cavity. And thus, the asshole fuck commenced. And ended. It only took a few strokes of the in-and-out movement for the animal to shoot his wad. The friction between the cock shaft and the anal walls had to be unusually great. The next thing that Clair and I knew, cock cream was spattered all over mom's ass, and plenty of the rich fluid had splashed back onto the rear-end lover.
"Then mom took him into her arms. 'Thank you, darling,' she cooed like a schoolgirl. 'You're terrific. I'll give you a job where you don't have to work too hard. I want you to save yourself for momma's asshole.'
"The orangutan grunted something to the effect that he was fucking several other women, too. But he was smart enough to protect his job by saying, 'I'll always have enough cream to fill your asshole with, baby.'
"Mom looked so gratified that she kissed him hard on the mouth. 'Keep that up and you make me get another bone on,' mom's lover said.
'"What a man!' mom gushed. 'But you'll have to save it for later. Tonight.
Right now, I've got to get back to the farmhouse. There's some chores I want to give my kids. In fact, I'm wondering where they are right now.'
"That last remark saved me from trying to punk Clair's asshole at that time.
We dressed quickly and returned to the house before mom got back from the field where she had had her asshole reamed out.
"But eventually, Clair and I did get the chance to fuck asshole-style. And I took care of her ass until mom sent, her away to a girls' school. And later, she sent me to an agricultural school. As adults, we continued to keep in touch. And when my niece Kitty was old enough, Clair sent her to the farm for a visit each summer.
"And now that my niece was thirteen, I remembered what Clair had told me about the women in our family: they were all addicted to anal sex. Now, I realized that the only fucking I had ever really enjoyed had taken place many years ago as a boy with my sister Clair. Now, the opportunity was being given to me to regain that rapture with the naked body of my young niece Kitty. And despite my wife, I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through my fingers.
"The opportunity came sooner than I had expected. My wife came down with one of her periodic sick spells, and I gave her a sleeping pill to make certain she wouldn't awaken during the night. Then, taking the bull by the horns, I walked boldly into Kitty's bedroom. I was wearing my pajamas, and the girl was sitting up in bed reading. She too, was wearing pajamas. My pajama fly was open, and the kid could very clearly see my cock. Kitty seemed to know the purpose of my nocturnal visit. She smiled invitingly at the sight of my penis. 'That looks a lot better than my dildoe,' she said as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"When I walked over to the side of the bed, Kitty boldly reached over and took hold of the cock. It felt as though a molten piece of lead had dropped suddenly onto the flesh. I couldn't take my eyes off Kitty's face as she watched with utter fascination as my cock slid out into a rigid and vividly colored exposure. 'Look at the head on it,' she breathed to herself. Her fingertips crept up the shaft meat and enfolded the cock head like so many tentacles. 'It's so rapturous,' she purred. 'To be fucked by the same prick that fucked my mother.'
"I stared down at her wide-eyed. 'You know?'
" 'Everything,' she smiled. 'Mom told me everything. And I think it was so groovy, Uncle Walter. You and mom are so with it.'
" 'That was many years ago,' I reminded her. 'Since then, I've almost forgotten what it's like to screw a receptive woman.'
" 'Poor dear,' Kitty said without taking her eyes off my cock head that was now glistening with the sheen of some rich tapestry. 'Mother told me all about your wife who won't fuck you. How uncool of her.' She opened her mouth real wide and shoved the entire cock head inside.
" 'I'm a very frustrated man,' I continued in a bid for her sympathy. It thrilled me to the marrow of my bones to look down and watch the pretty-faced young girl with her shapely mouth impaled by my huge cock shaft. Slowly I began to move my hips back and forth in a slow but steady copulatory action.
"After a few minutes, Kitty pulled her mouth off my prick to survey the results of her attack. The results were obvious. Both the head and shaft had increased in size, and both looked as though they had been splashed with red paint. My prick had been transformed from an anemic and useless appendage to a lustful weapon that was filled with all sorts of bold designs. And the first design was to insert it in the most appropriate hole in Kitty's body.
But was the most proper orifice Kitty's mouth, cunt, or anus?
"To a sex kitten like Kitty, there was only one answer. She insisted that all three of her sex holes be plugged with my prick. 'But I can only come once,' I protested. 'I can't fuck you in more than one place.'
" 'Never say can't, Uncle Walter,' Kitty said, reprovingly. 'Maybe that's why auntie won't have anything to do with your cock. You're too negative from the very beginning. You can do anything if you set your mind to it.'
"I tried to reason with her. 'But darling, you don't understand the way a grown man is built. One blow of his wad and he's had it for at least a day.
Some men I know can't do it more than once a week. A lot can't raise a bone on more than once a month.'
"Kitty kept running the tip of her tongue over the cock head. 'What's your capacity?' she asked without looking up.
" 'I really don't know anymore,' I had to admit. 'I haven't had a fuck for over a year. Besides, I usually have trouble raising a hard on with your aunt. She just doesn't have it.'
"Kitty's tongue found its way under the head and down the cock shaft. 'What about me, Uncle Walter? Do I turn you on?'
"I took hold of her face and shoved my cock hard into her mouth. I shoved so hard I thought she might choke. But the spunky girl took every inch of the prick and sucked on it like a little trouper. And suddenly, the years melted away, and I was a kid again; a boy who was alone with his sister Clair. The lustful memories came flooding back. Clair used to tongue me all over. But when it came to the fuck, there was one place she had to have it first: the asshole.
" 'Honey, you turn me on and up,' I replied to Kitty's question. 'And you make me remember your mother, and the way I used to give it to her.'
" 'In the asshole,' Kitty said. 'And that'll just suit me fine.'
"I pinched the head of my cock. 'Will this fit in?' I asked.
" 'No,' Kitty said, 'that head would split me in two. There's only one way you can give it to me back there.'
" 'Name it,' I said, and dropped my pajamas. 'I'll do anything you say.'
" 'Keep your powder dry a minute,' Kitty said, leaping out of bed. She rummaged through a dresser drawer and finally found the dildoe.
"I examined the artificial prick with a puzzled look. 'But this head is almost as big as the one I've got,' I said.
"Kitty didn't reply but kept rummaging through the dresser. Finally she located the attachment for the dildoe. It was a substitute head that came to a tapering point. She explained. 'I just replace the knob head with the pointed head. And the pointed one will fit into my asshole without any problem.' She handed it to me. 'I'll show you how to put it on.'
"The dildoe was hollow and fit snugly over my own cock. And with the tapering head I had no trouble in throwing an asshole fuck into Kitty. And I used the same position that the orangutan character had used to screw my mother. Kitty remained flat on her stomach while I straddled her from the rear. Then I pounded Kitty's asshole so fast and furiously that we kept bouncing up and down on the mattress as though we were fucking on a trampoline. Finally, the excitement and the friction blew my nuts. The excitement and also the friction between Kitty's clitoris and the mattress blew her cunt. I had never known my cock to pump out more cream. And Kitty was ecstatic with happiness.
"Yes, my wife left me. But my niece and I are very happy living together. We both love anal sex, and that love surmounts all problems caused by a difference in age or family relationship."
CHAPTER FIVE - ANAL SEX AND IMPOTENCY
"On my fortieth birthday, I went impotent. I mean I couldn't even raise the tiniest hard on. At first, my wife Muriel was furious but finally she understood that I had no control over the situation. Muriel was thirty-eight at the time and still had a good shape. It wasn't her fault. Something happened inside of me. I just got bored with the same old fuck. Muriel had red hair and plenty of natural red cunt hair. But I kept wanting to see different colors of cunt hairs, I wanted to see different shaped tits, and that went for everything else about the female body. I was craving a strange piece of ass but didn't quite know what exactly I wanted or needed to raise my bone up again.
"Muriel wanted to help in every way possible. I told her, 'Maybe if I try to fuck some of your girl friends, the thing will come back to life again. And we'll be okay together again.'
"Muriel was one of those extroverted women with plenty of friends from the dozens of ladies' clubs she belonged to. 'What about the big blonde that comes around every so often?' I asked.
" 'Jean,' Muriel nodded. 'Her husband travels a lot. She may want a stray piece of ass herself. But she'll want a mouth job before it's over. It's the only way she can blow her cunt.'
" 'I'll eat it, or do anything she wants if she can only make me stiff again,' I replied.
" 'I'll see what I can do,' Muriel promised.
"The blonde was delighted at the chance to fuck me. She claimed that she had always been attracted to me whenever she came over to the house. She had the kind of ass and tits I thought I went for. My wife has still got a shape, but she's tall and on the slender side. The blonde was heavy with pendulous tits and a groovy ass that jiggled when she walked across the room. I never thought her husband satisfied her. And I turned out to be right.
"The blonde came over to the house and was burning up for action. Me, Muriel, and the blonde went straight to the bedroom and disrobed. The sight of two naked women did a lot to raise my ... spirits. And there were all kind of experiments we could make with the three of us. Right away, the blonde wanted to get her cunt sucked. She stretched out on the bed and spread her legs apart. I dipped my tongue down into the furry slit. The contact of tongue with cunt must have hit the blonde like a live wire because she yelled and threw her legs over my shoulders. With one hand, she grabbed a bunch of my hair and started to pull it. She was actually sending me signals, or guiding me to the special places inside the cunt where she wanted me to lay in the tongue.
"Every now and then my gyrating tongue would hit a hard little button near the top of her cunt, and her legs would snap straight up into the air and form the letter V. Then when I roved into other, softer places the legs would drop down again over my shoulders.
"Once I peeked up as I ate, as I wanted to gauge the blonde's facial reactions to my tongue. Her eyes were shut tight, the cheeks of her face were flushed, and she kept panting and grunting as though she was straining to trigger off a load of cunt cream.
"I glanced over then to take a peek at my naked wife. The sight of my tongue inside the blonde's cunt stung her into action, too. Standing before a full-length mirror, she dropped both hands over her cunt and started to jack off. The fingers of one hand had found her clitoris, and she was stroking it back and forth in the same way that a man masturbates. And to accentuate the movement of her hands, she kept rotating and arching her hips back and forth. This movement was so violent that her tits flapped back and forth like drying wash on a windy day.
"All of this action was great, exciting, and interesting to watch. The cunt of the blonde felt hot and moist in my mouth. And her blonde cunt hairs scratched teasingly up against my face. Everything was great with the exception of one thing: I wasn't getting a hard on. My cock remained flaccid, wrinkled, lifeless looking.
"Finally, after I blew the blonde, I cut the scene short. The blonde was stacked and she had a cunt that was fascinating to look at and eat. But she lacked that certain erotic something that I required-or rather, my prick required, to stiffen up. At least my wife was able to get a good blow out of the cunt-eating scene. And from then on she was highly enthusiastic about helping me line up more women to try and make me stiff. I was more frustrated than ever. There was plenty of cock cream inside me bursting to come out. But I couldn't get a hard on!
"Next we tried some action with a colored woman who was a close friend of my wife. She was a heavy-titted, big-assed Negress but fairly tall, and with nothing but curves. Any aficionado of black cunt would cream his pants at the sight of her. She was eager for a bit of three-handed fucking. And when I first saw her in the nude, I firmly believed that my troubles were over.
"The Negress was the blackest woman I had ever seen. The way the cheeks of her ass ballooned out like huge melons grabbed my eyes. For the first time, I felt a slight stirring in the pit of my genitals. "This is it,' I gloated to myself. But I was much too premature with my assessment of the scene. The moment the Negress saw my wife naked, her eyes lit up, and she made an open play for Muriel. 'I'd sure love to fuck you,' she said to my wife as she eyed her up and down.
"Muriel was as surprised as I was. She didn't know the colored woman leaned towards the lesbian side. And now that I looked at her cunt, I noticed that her clitoris jutted out stiffly and was almost the size of a boy's prick. I shrugged at Muriel, and told her to go ahead. Perhaps a lesbian scene would turn on my prick. Muriel was willing enough. Although another woman didn't particularly excite her, she needed a fuck.
"The Negress attacked Muriel in very much the same way that a man would have. The sight of black face against white cunt was exciting. And after the thick, negroid lips nibbled the slit and found Muriel's clitoris, the black woman mounted my wife. The scene looked like any man and woman job. Except this was a woman on woman affair. Muriel spread her legs, and the Negress positioned herself between them. Then the big clit of the colored woman made contact with Muriel's aroused clit, and the fuck was on. It reminded me of rubbing two pieces of flint together to get a spark. These white and black clits rubbing together generated a lot of heat because Muriel started to moan in exactly the same way she did whenever I fucked her. The colored woman astride my wife bounced up and down as vigorously as possible, and those huge black cheeks jiggled agitatedly like monstrous bowls of jelly.
"There was something about this act of lesbian love that got to my cock; not in a big way, but still I felt something. The cock shaft stirred a bit and elongated a fraction of an inch. Of course it didn't get hard, and I wasn't able to get any relief. Still, there was something about the way the black woman fucked Muriel that excited me a little bit. But what was it?
"The next suggestion Muriel made really had me excited. A neighborhood teenage girl who ran errands for her had expressed an awakening interest in sex. She was fifteen. And the girl joyfully accepted Muriel's proposition to get fucked. I had always wanted to fuck the girl. Now, I'd get my chance ... provided I could raise a bone on.
"The girl was one of those kids you see with long hair and tight jeans that cut into their cunt and asshole. When she peeled off those jeans I almost flipped. At fifteen, her tits were firm as a pair of boxing gloves. And the cheeks of her ass were sweet enough and firm enough too; they looked like a couple of peaches. And her cunt was just as perfect as one on a mature woman. There was plenty of hair to satisfy the most demanding of cunt lappers, and the lips looked warm and inviting. She turned around and showed me the cheeks of her ass. They were perfect. And once again, I felt a twinge in the heart of my genitals; a strong enough feeling to stroke my cock into sliding out a little bit.
"I felt elated. With a little body action, I hoped to raise a full-blown hard. I grabbed the girl and wrestled her down on the bed. She didn't protest or resist. To the contrary, she cooperated with every move I wanted to make. When I wanted to suck on one of those gorgeous tits, she held one for me as I sucked, pulled, and blew on it.
"When I wanted to lap a bit of cunt, she flicked out the clitoris and popped it into my mouth. And as my tongue flailed the young and tender cunt meat, she moaned out gustily in the manner a man wants to hear when he's eating cunt. And when I coveted the cheeks of her ass, she quickly turned around and said, 'Help yourself.'
"And I did. As my lips bounced over the curving flesh of the ass, I once again felt that strange feeling fingering at my prick. It was exactly the identical feeling I had experienced when I looked at the huge cheeks of the colored woman's ass. Was there something about the female ass that my prick craved before it would stiffen? Perhaps I was on the verge of making a breakthrough.
"I turned excitedly around to Muriel who was also naked. 'Suck my ass!' I cried out. 'I think I've hit on something.'
" 'But you're sucking her ass,' Muriel pointed out. She was bewildered. Anal sex had never interested her at any time.
" 'If you want to see me get stiff again, just do as you're told,' I said, impatiently. This feeling inside my cock wasn't going to last forever. In fact, the feeling was beginning to weaken. 'Hurry on!' I urged her.
"Muriel's attitude towards anal sex was extremely negative. But she did go down on my ass and dipped her tongue into the hole. It felt great and at least momentarily firmed up the feeling in my nuts; a feeling that I could get a bone on if I could only do the right thing.
"But nothing more happened. My cock went limp, and the action came to an abrupt end. I sucked off the teenager and sent her home a very disappointed girl. She had been looking forward to feeling a hot prick up her cunt.
"Finally Muriel and I hit the right button when my fourteen-year-old niece Patsy came over for a visit. I walked into her bedroom when she was undressing. The kid was bent over with the bare cheeks of her ass showing.
Like magic my cock stiffened, and I felt robust as a young buck. I was gripped with an urge to ram my cock pole straight ahead, between the cheeks, and into my niece's asshole. Yes, the growing cheeks of my niece's ass could save me from an impotent old age."
At the age of forty, Arthur D. became sexually impotent. His wife was still fairly young and attractive. Prior to his impotency, the couple had maintained an active sex life. Therefore, the sudden and totally inexplicable impotency baffled Arthur as well as his physician. There was nothing physically wrong with the case subject. In a desperate attempt to regain his lost sexual vigor, Arthur and his wife attempted to vary their sexual techniques. They tried cunnilingus, along with various postures they had never found necessary to use before. Nothing worked. Finally, the case subject's wife found different partners for her husband in the hope they would provide the stimuli necessary for his recovery. The experiment was a failure. Later, quite by accident, the couple discovered that their fourteen-year-old niece was able to provide the powerful stimulus that made Arthur D. erect. Further, they found that Arthur's erection could be sustained until coitus when he and his niece engaged in anal sex.
The niece, Patsy W., was willing to engage in sexual relations with her uncle in order to help him recover. This affair was only a temporary solution, since the basic reasons for Arthur's impotency were still unknown to him and his wife.
The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior by Robert M. Goldenson lists a number of motivating factors that are associated with impotency in the male: The conflicts that cause impotence are frequently associated with feelings of guilt, fear, or hostility. Parental warnings against the damaging effects of masturbation may lead to an unconscious fear of injury as a result of intercourse. Fear of detection during earlier sexual activities may affect later performance. Concern about venereal disease, or even the fear of dying as a result of the excitement of intercourse, also interfere with potency in some cases. So does self-consciousness about exposure of the body. Some men lose their potency because of fear of failure and doubts about their ability to play the male role fully. Psychoanalysts emphasize castration fears stemming from threats made by the father. The tension accompanying these anxieties may produce complete inability in some instances and premature ejaculation in others.
The encyclopedia also refers to another series of factors which impair sexual potency. And several of these factors also applied to case subject Arthur D.: A second group of causes centers around the relationship to the sexual partner. Frequent quarrels, irritations, and tensions between the partners may impair potency. Studies of premature ejaculation indicate that this condition may often originate in feelings of hostility, since the woman is denied her satisfaction. Some women express their own resentment by constantly criticizing their husband or by setting up strict rules about foreplay; as a result, they inhibit the husband's gratification as well as their own. Strong attachment toward another woman, doubts about the choice of wife, or conflict over loss of independence may also have a marked effect. Excessive attachment to the mother may unconsciously arouse feelings of unfaithfulness that interfere with potency ...
Arthur D. sought psychiatric treatment and the first job of the analyst was to determine the source of Arthur's problem. According to the encyclopedia : When impotence stems from deeply unconscious sources, the most effective treatment is a penetrating form of psychotherapy. When its source lies closer to the surface, counseling techniques may be successful. A frank discussion of the sexual relation, the difference between the male and female response, and specific fears and inhibitions is often helpful. Where the disorder seems to arise out of a faulty relationship between the couple, the source of friction and antagonism need to be explored, and it is often best for the therapist to meet the husband and wife together as well as separately. If their relationship improves to a point where they feel affectionate, accepting, and secure with each other, potency is almost certain to return.
The principal reason for Arthur's impotency was found in his young manhood.
But once impotency occurred, the problem was compounded by the case subject's frustration and overt fears that he had lost his manhood. In the definitive An. ABZ of Love, by Inge and Sten Hegeler, this type of fear in men is discussed: Most men have experienced impotency at some time or other and most are a little afraid of it because we tend to demand of a man that a real man is always potent. This is nonsense, but many believe it, and once the fear of becoming impotent arises, anxiety can very quickly provoke impotency. Thus there is often a question of a tedious vicious circle. Patience, love, and a little praise on the part of the woman can do wonders.
The fear of becoming impotent hangs over some men like an obsession. It is quite likely that it has made some turn to homosexuality. This is because we worship potency and because we have come to attach too much importance to a man's erection and his powers of endurance. We now know that the chance of a woman's having an orgasm is fairly independent, in the majority of cases, of any feelings up inside the vagina and there are therefore no reasonable grounds for maintaining this form of potency worship.
Arthur D.'s problems, therefore, were rooted in both the past and present.
In the past, certain acts of a sexual nature occurred which still weighed on his mind, troubled him, and eventually rendered him impotent. But once the impotency manifested itself, he became terrified of losing his manhood. And these fears led Arthur and his wife to experiment with incest and anal sex.
"Thinking back, there were a lot of reasons that could have pinched off my prick nerves and made the meat go limp. When I was a seventeen-year-old college kid, I didn't have a pot to piss in. I had to earn most of the money myself or get booted out of school. Part-time jobs were almost nonexistent.
But I finally found one with an escort bureau. On weekends, I was supposed to take out broads who didn't have a date and were willing to pay for an escort. Sometimes they just needed an escort to a party.
"The old dame who ran the agency was willing to pay me five bucks for a regular date. And twenty bucks for an irregular date. The difference was simple. A regular date usually consisted of a fairly good-looking broad who was lonely and wanted a date. Period. Nothing else. An irregular date was some old fart in her fifties, or older, who wanted a fuck. And I had to fuck them in any way they wanted. After all, it was their buck.
"I usually took the irregular dates because I was so hard up for a buck.
Besides, I needed a fuck myself. And in those days, I wasn't so particular.
Not that I am now.
"Before I got the job, the old dame who ran the agency made certain I knew how to treat a woman. She was around fifty years old with her hair dyed a corny yellow, and with a bulging figure of pure fat. The only thing hard about her was her eyes. 'Suppose one of my clients wants a blow job?' she asked. 'What would you do?'
" 'Suck her cunt,' I replied. 'I've sucked plenty of them,' I lied.
"The instant I made the statement, the old bag pulls up her dress and tugs down her girdle. 'Let's see how good you suck cunt,' she winked. 'This'll be your examination. If you pass, you win the job.'
"I looked down at her cunt with a certain amount of revulsion. Despite the bright color on top of her head, the hairs around her cunt were black. A few gray ones were visible, too. Strings of fat hung down from her legs, and her ass wasn't shaped any better. She had the ugliest cunt I'd ever seen, and the most formless, tasteless-looking body. Yet there was a certain beauty to all that ugliness; enough ugliness to make my cock rise up. This old bag could almost be my mother, or my aunt, I thought. The idea of incest always appealed to me, even then. And the woman was just plain dirty without trying to make excuses. She took a deep breath when she saw the bulge between my legs. 'Nice,' she said. 'When you're eating my cunt, take your bone out and jack off,' she added. 'That kind of thing really excites me.'
"She was the dirtiest old lady I'd ever met. But her honesty was refreshing.
'Sure,' I replied as though it was a daily occurrence. 'You can watch me blow while I eat cunt. Hope it's juicy.'
"She looked at me with astonished eyes. 'You've got more experience than I figured. You do a good job, and the work here is yours. All you can handle.'
"Actually that was the first blow job I'd ever attempted on a woman. But once I saw my dad eat my mom's cunt, and I thought I had the hang of it. The old lady's cunt was already slobbering out juices when I pressed my mouth up against it. But there was a hole beyond the outer lips and that's where I dropped my tongue. The woman screeched like a jaybird and lifted up her legs in order for me to get a better grasp of the cunt with my mouth. 'My prick,' she kept screeching. 'Suck my prick!'
"I wasn't aware that a woman had a 'prick.' But I was a quick learner, and explored the entire pussy for some indication of a penis. And I found it-her clit-the top of the thing. At any rate, I sucked it into my mouth, and the old bag went berserk. She threw both of her legs down my back and leaned forward. The next thing I knew she was hammering my mouth with her clit until a spigotful of cunt juices washed into my mouth and face.
"The woman's excitement was contagious. But it was more than just her excitement that got to me. All the time I kept sucking I was thinking that she was really my mother, or really my aunt. I kept thinking she was some close relation.
"After she blew her load, I stood up and shoved the head of my cock into her mouth. She tried to protest, but I was stronger, and I insisted on finishing up in my way. Once the cock head was firmly lodged between her lips, I stroked the penile shaft until the cream geysered up from my nuts, through the shaft, and into her mouth.
"After she wiped off her face, the old gal looked at me in a strange way.
Finally, she said, 'The job is yours. You've got a yen to fuck women in your own family. You'll do just fine for this kind of work.'
"And there it was out in the open. The first blunt statement that I had incestuous desires. And it didn't seem to matter whether I was fucking my mother or my aunt; as long as it was someone in the family.
"On my very first date, I struck pay dirt. I went over to this old mansion owned by two sisters. Both were in their fifties. One reminded me of my mother, the other of my aunt. The tall thin one with prematurely gray hair reminded me of mom. The other one was more buxom and matronly. She reminded me of auntie. I was so excited by the sight of these two women that I instinctively called one mom and the other auntie. The idea of the incestuous relationship excited the two women, too. Both women were widows, and each had a daughter. If I gave them a good fuck, they promised they'd let me screw their daughters. The one I called mom promised, 'If you fuck your mom and auntie real good, you can fuck your sister.' She was referring to her daughter. I was really an only son but the thought of putting it in my own sister almost made me heated enough to come in my pants.
"But I got the greatest excitement when the lady I called auntie said, 'And if you give me the kind of fuck I crave, you can fuck my daughter. She's your cousin.'
"That did it. My prick jammed up tight against the inside of my trousers.
And the two women fought to take it out first and play with it. I had to restrain the both of them and take it out myself. 'Who gets fucked first?' I asked. 'And how?'
" 'We want it in our anus,' they chorused primly. 'And at the same time.'
"This was my first experience with anyone who wanted anal sex. For a moment, I stared at them, puzzled. 'You want me to fuck your assholes?' An asshole fuck was beyond my comprehension.
" 'Yes,' they replied. 'In our assholes, and at the same time. That's what is so exciting to us.'
"The idea of fucking my mother and aunt in such a private region slowly took hold of me. 'Yes,' I said slowly. And then with emphasis, 'Yes, yes, yes.
But mom and auntie,' I said. 'I can't fuck you both at the very same time.'
" 'Just leave the details to us,' my mom said.
"And auntie added, 'I know my daughter would just love to fuck you.' She looked at me closely for a minute. 'And so would her daughter. She could be your niece. Would you like to fuck your own niece, honey?'
"That was the most exciting arrangement I'd heard yet. Fucking my mother, aunt and cousin was really great. But to throw a fuck into the cunt of my own niece was a thought that blistered my entire body with goose pimples.
'I'd love to fuck my niece,' I said, dreamily.
" 'If you pass muster with us,' my new aunt informed me, 'you'll have a crack at Tammy's cunt. She's just at an age where she's starting to jack off. I'd rather see her fuck you than get into trouble with some bum she picked up off the street.'
" 'What do I have to do?' I asked, eagerly. 'I'll treat your assholes if that is what you want. But how? Please, tell me.'
"First of all, the two women disrobed. And much to my surprise, their naked bodies looked positively sexy. The tits on the tall one, my mom, were a bit flat, but she still had curving hips, and despite her age, the cheeks of her ass were firm and still shapely. Wisps of gray hair curled out of the rectum. Her tall legs were fairly shapely but bluish veins streaked up both of them. But instead of filling me with revulsion at the sight of the varicose veins, the imperfections excited me. The cunt was a big one and framed by a bushel full of enticing hairs.
"Mom must have read my thoughts because she said, 'You can suck it after you flood my asshole with hot cock juice.'
"I stuck my tongue out saucily at mom's cunt. 'That's a promise,' I said.
'I'd love to eat my mother's cunt.'
"Mom turned to her sister and said with a voice full of pride, 'Send that agency lady a bonus for sending us this sweetheart. We've got a real killer on our hands.'
" 'But I still don't see how I'm going to treat both of your assholes at the same time,' I said a bit desperately. That promised fuck with my niece tantalized me. I didn't want to lose such an opportunity.
" 'I'll explain,' my new aunt said. She was a bit shorter than her sister and much heavier. But all the flesh was nicely packed into curves. And all the curves were in the right places. Her ass was on the gargantuan side but firmly smooth. All of that ass flesh exuded an aura of magnetized lust that literally drew me against the cheeks and made my mouth water. Strangely, her cunt was on the small side, and almost hidden beneath a spray of tight, wiry hairs.
"I stroked my cock shaft. 'I hope someone explains and real soon. Or else I'm going to lose my cream on the floor.'
"That did it. Auntie lost no more time in her rather involved explanation.
It boiled down to this: mother would kneel on her knees and elbows while I threw a fuck into her asshole. While I was thus engaged with my prick reaming mom's asshole, auntie would straddle mother with her back to me.
When she went over a bit, I'd then be able to eat auntie's asshole.
"I nodded as I listened. Certainly, I'd engage in this rather charming act of anal sex. And I knew I'd come quickly and heavily from the friction engendered between the walls of mom's rectum and the sides of my prick. But how would mom achieve an orgasm in this manner? And how would auntie come if I merely tongued her asshole? I waited for additional explanations. When none were forthcoming, I felt compelled to asked the obvious. 'What satisfaction will you women get? I'll be the only one in a position to blow my nuts.'
"Mom turned to her sister. 'He's going to make some lucky girl an ideal husband. He's concerned about our orgasms.'
" 'I can hardly wait for him to fuck my granddaughter,' auntie replied. 'In a few years, he'll be able to marry her.'
" 'But how are you going to blow?' I really wanted to know. For some reason, unexplainable to me, the picture of my stiff prick in my mother's asshole made me impatient to try out anal sex.
"Mom smiled benignly. 'You just fuck my asshole, son. Let me and my sister worry about the blow.'
"I dropped to my knees. 'Okay. Let's fuck.'
"My mom got down on her knees and elbows and reared her ass up to quite an elevation. Twin holes stared back at me from between her legs: her cunt and asshole.
" 'Sure you don't want me to stick it into your cunt?' I asked mom.
"Mom looked back over her shoulder. For the first time there was a rough edge to her voice. 'Just do what you're getting paid for. Fuck my asshole, and don't ask any more questions.'
"That stern, motherly admonition made me remain silent. I nodded and leaned forward. There was only one place for the head of my cock to enter, now. And that was the anal cavity. Mom's cheeks separated and then, like sponge, closed back against the shaft. The cock head continued on in its inexorable path. I felt the tip of the head make contact with the anus, the entry to the cavity. Instinctively, I arched my hips to increase the force of the thrust. But to my utter amazement, the hole opened up and permitted the entire bone to slide in without the slightest interference. Then it occurred to me. Years of having her asshole reamed by a stiff prick had widened the anal tube. Now in her late middle age, the woman I called mom was able to take a direct asshole fuck without the slightest discomfort. In fact, I went into the asshole so quickly and so deeply that it was necessary for me to brace myself up against the cheeks of mom's ass.
"The instant that I made entry into mom's asshole, auntie straddled mom's hips and bent over. Her stomach was now blanketed over mom's back. And her ass was within striking distance of my tongue. As auntie bent over, of course, she not only bared her ass to my mouth, but also her cunt. I could look at auntie's cunt from the very same rear angle that I viewed mom's orifice of love.
"And because auntie's cunt was also within tongue striking distance, I felt compelled to ask the obvious question. 'Sure you don't want me to tongue your cunt?'
"Auntie became even angrier than mom. 'Eat my ass, dammit,' she hissed back at me. 'Let me worry about the cunt. Now lay in that tongue!'
"Properly chastised, I bent my head over and ran my tongue up auntie's ass.
The fleshy cheeks of her ass slid easily aside as my tongue shouldered its way between them. And all the while, I kept pumping my fuck into mom's asshole. The secretions from the anal walls were beginning to splash back out and coat my prick as well as my stomach and nuts. The warm, oozing liquid fired my passions and made me all the hotter to suck auntie's asshole.
"Auntie had properly prepared herself for the fuck by washing and powdering in the fleshy cavity. But her asshole didn't yield as readily to my tongue as mom's hole parted for my prick. I was required to summon up my ingenuity, and I even surprised myself by my inventiveness. I purposely cleared my throat and spit as hard and as much saliva as possible over the tiny entrance. I had read once that Indians and Eskimos spit on leather to soften the fibers. And that's the attack I took with auntie's severely tightened anal walls. In a very short period of time, the walls loosened, and I was able to force my entire tongue up auntie's asshole.
"From the frequency and vibrancy of auntie's screams, there wasn't a doubt that my tongue wriggling deep within her asshole raked auntie with ecstatic anguish. The fit was blissfully tight.
"Mom didn't scream as I rammed my prick in and out of her asshole. But did a lot of contented grunting and moaning. I soon approached the point of no return. The cock cream that was no longer dormant within me, signaled a series of urgent messages to my brain center. The first message told me that the semen was now charging out of the nuts and towards the shaft. The next few messages related the progress of the boiling cock brew. The liquid boiled along the penile shaft, entered the head, forced the head to expand even more. Then my cannon of flesh roared out a salute into mom's asshole.
"The instant I filled mom's asshole with my boiling hot semen, a strange thing happened. Mom and auntie quickly disengaged themselves from the double asshole fuck. While mom's ass was still overflowing with my cock cream, auntie ran her hand up and down over mom's ass. Her purpose became immediately apparent: to coat her hands with my cock liquid.
"After auntie had thus wet her hands, mom reached back as though she was wiping her ass, and ran her fingers up and down between the cheeks. Of course, her hands also became moistened with the cream.
"Then both women began to smear their respective clits with the juicy cock cream. The clitoris of each woman was already erected from the excitations of the direct fuck and by the mouth job I did on auntie's ass. When the clits became greasy with semen, they sat back on a couch, spread their legs, and plunked away on their organs.
"Each woman was masturbating her clitoris that had been well coated with semen. Apparently, this was the touch both women needed. With the speed of thoroughbreds, the two women raced towards their climax. And the contest ended in a dead heat. Both cunts blew at the same time. The effect on the two women was shattering. As the cunt liquid subsided to a mere trickle, they collapsed backwards, and for the longest time didn't speak. After a while I became a bit frightened. The blow could have been too devastating for them. But slowly, they regained their strength, and looked at me with silent but grateful faces.
"Finally, mom said, 'You're the perfect fuck. A great talent.'
"And auntie concurred. 'He'll certainly fuck my daughter. And granddaughter, too,' she added emphatically.
"Mom tallied up the score. 'He's given us both an anal fuck. In short, he's screwed his mother and aunt.'
"Auntie nodded. 'And my daughter would be his cousin. And her daughter would be his niece.'
" 'I think that's right,' I replied. The exact relationship didn't matter anyhow. It's what I thought they were in my mind. And I was already getting another hard on thinking about screwing my new aunt's relatives.
"Auntie's daughter turned out to be a hard-faced blonde of about thirty. She had inherited anal desires from both her mother and aunt. But her husband had left because of them. And a series of boyfriends had given her the same treatment. She didn't seem to be able to hold on to a man because of her preference for anal fucking. When she listened to her mother gush on about me and what a beautiful anal fuck I could throw, she looked at me with renewed interest.
"As far as I was concerned, my attraction to auntie's daughter was almost nonexistent. But she was the last remaining obstacle I had to overcome to stick my prick into auntie's granddaughter, thirteen-year-old Tammy. In my fantasy, Tammy was my niece.
"Auntie's daughter, the thirty-year-old Stella, had strange anal tastes. To successfully fuck her would require the physical agility of a professional athlete. It was a difficult job but a possible one. Stella got down on her knees and elbows. My task was to simultaneously screw her cunt and asshole.
I could understand why Stella had lost a husband and a string of boyfriends.
But I was seventeen at the time, and anxious, to advance my education about anal sex. And I was a lot more anxious about getting into Tammy's pants.
"And with these thoughts in mind, the cunt-asshole fuck went off like clockwork. First I reamed out Stella's asshole with my tongue. When I was certain the anal passage was big enough and slippery enough to handle a fast-riding prick, I pulled out my tongue and mounted the woman from the rear. Then I slammed my meat into the cunt. That orifice was easy to get into. I pulled out, then re-entered Stella's body through her asshole. Then, again, I reversed the pump. I pulled out of the asshole and shot my greased cock pole into the cunt again. After I got into the swing of things, I increased the tempo of the double-fuck. The lubricants from the vagina and the friction from the anus burned into my cock flesh until my entire body felt as though it was going to burst.
"My nuts did break, and the load of cream kept flushing into Stella's asshole until I thought every drop of liquid in my entire body would go streaming out the head of my cock. Needless to say, Stella was satisfied.
The last obstacle had been overcome. Now I could throw a blast into Stella's thirteen-year-old daughter, whom I fantasized as my niece. Tammy was solid for her age with a pair of cute, upturned knockers and a cheeky ass that was still growing. I got a bone on just looking at her with her clothes on. And I could hardly wait to drill her asshole out with my cock reamer.
"But one obstacle remained. Tammy didn't want to fuck me. She was a normal enough kid and hot-cunted like her mother but she had a boyfriend. And she was determined to remain loyal to him. No one could persuade her to fuck me, and I remember leaving the place frustrated and hurt.
"So I forgot all about wanting to fuck a girl who was my niece until I became impotent recently. And then that strange old yearning for the ass of a young niece came hurtling back at me. When I accidentally saw the bared cheeks of my fourteen-year-old niece Patsy, my prick erected after a long, dormant spell. As much as I ached to ram Patsy's beautiful ass with my stiffening prick, I controlled myself and talked the situation over with my wife Muriel.
"We had to play it cool. And that meant I'd have to seduce Patsy, or at least make her hungry for my ass. I couldn't shake out of my mind the frustrations I'd suffered when I tried to fuck Tammy whom I merely imagined was my niece. I came on too strong and she rejected me. Muriel and I were going to have to be very subtle about making Patsy's cunt twitch for my cock.
"One way of getting her in the mood would be to let the kid watch Muriel and myself in bed. At least I could pretend" I was fucking Muriel, and perhaps, if I could make it stiff, I would indeed treat my wife. Muriel went for the idea. She always did get a kick out of someone watching us fuck.
"The mechanics of the setup were simple. Since Patsy was sleeping in an adjoining room, we merely let our door slide open a bit. The natural curiosity of a fourteen-year-old girl would do the rest. And it did. When we went to bed and left Patsy's door open, we could see the kid watching us and trying to be discreet about it.
"I casually dropped my pajamas and stood a while to let Patsy get a good look at my naked body. Despite the fact that my prick still remained soft, I was a well-built man with the kind of body women admired. I could almost sense the kid's reaction. Her body stiffened, her breathing became very still, and her hands slid under the covers to fondle her cunt. And I knew she couldn't keep her eyes off my nude body or my dong, that looked threatening even in repose.
"After I gave her a show of my body, Muriel shed her clothes and also stood in a position to let Patsy get a good view of a mature woman's body. Muriel had full, shapely tits and full, shapely ass cheeks. And these she displayed without a bit of shame. A peek into the other room told me the kid was all eyes, and I detected her hand working her cunt over beneath the blankets.
"Then I nodded to Muriel who dropped her hand down over her cunt and started to jack it off in a lascivious, lewd manner with grinding hips, and an ass that jacked back and forth against her fingers. Muriel was standing in front of me. I was seated on the edge of the bed. Making certain I had the rapt attention of my audience in the next room, I leaned over and planted a great big, wet, slobbery kiss over Muriel's cunt.
"Muriel cried out instinctively, 'Oh, honey, I just love the way you kiss my cunt! Eat it. Oh, please eat it. Make me blow with your tongue.'
"Muriel really meant it. She wanted her cunt eaten, and she wasn't just play-acting. And there was no point in further tantalizing her. If I couldn't fuck her, I could at least eat her. And that's what I did. And it didn't make any difference whether or not I blew my nuts. I always loved to suck on Muriel's cunt. And so I sucked away with noisy gusto. And in a very short period, Muriel's cunt hairs were slashing into my face as she spent her vaginal fluids.
"The enthusiasm of the suck transmitted itself across the room and into Patsy's body. When I pulled my face away from Muriel's cunt, the kid was standing in the doorway that separated our two rooms. She was completely naked. 'I want to fuck, too,' she pleaded.
"The instant I looked at Patsy's naked body, my penis began to wriggle involuntarily. The next thing I knew was a feeling of strength and firmness in the area of my genitals. The wrinkled prick meat was beginning to smooth out, harden, and point upwards. The cock head filled out like a deflated rubber tire being pumped full of air. Patsy caressed my stiffening cock with her big, dreamy eyes. 'Oh, Uncle Art,' she said softly, 'may I have some of that?'
"I looked over to Muriel who nodded. She had had her blow but the thought of watching a hot anal scene was beginning to excite her again. 'Go on,' she urged. 'Fuck your niece. Fuck her in the asshole, the way you want it.'
" 'My cm-hole?' Patsy asked, wide-eyed. 'That's not where my boyfriend fucks me.'
"I assured her. 'You'll like it that way, dear.'
"Patsy didn't say a word. But I could tell she was growing excited by the thought of an anal fuck. Her saucy, upturned tits grew harder, her cunt lips oozed out a bit more moisture, heavy breathing rippled the skin of her slightly curved belly. And the cheeks of her ass involuntarily parted a bit as though anticipating the prick. 'What do you want me to do?' she finally asked.
"I had been pondering over the problem of technique myself. How could I best utilize Patsy's ass? How could I make this the most beautiful, the most memorable asshole fuck I'd ever had in my entire life? Then it came to me: an inspiration of artistic proportions.
"I pulled all of the covers off the bed and made one great big pile in the center of the room. I directed the entire tableau. Patsy draped herself over the piled-up covers. Her ass was now beautifully positioned in midair. I could get to it easily. And this I did by dropping to my knees and leaning over a bit. My face pressed hard up against those firm, smooth, young cheeks. Was it the sweetness of her young ass that excited me? Or was it the thought I was ass-sucking my niece? At the moment, it didn't matter. I spread the cheeks apart and bit into them.
"And my wife, Muriel, excited by the scene, became inspired, too. She dropped to her knees behind me and stuck a very hot and moist tongue between the cheeks of my ass. The sensation definitely firmed up the rigidity of my cock. Was this the answer for Muriel and myself? If she ate my ass, would that make me stiffen?
"There wasn't any time to dwell on that matter, now. I had sucked Patsy's ass with such unrestrained lust that rivulets of saliva were running out of the crease between her cheeks. The time had come for the fuck.
"I raised up a bit, took aim, and sent my bony arrow directly between the cheeks and into the hole. Patsy yelled with surprised delight. She loved the anal fuck. And in a very short time, the combination of factors forced me to blow: the tightness of the asshole, Patsy's enthusiasm, Muriel's tongue in my ass. After my blow, I quickly mouthed Patsy's cunt until the bitter-tasting cunt brew flowed into my mouth.
"After my niece came to live with us, my sexual vigors were restored. I was able to fuck Patsy's asshole. And my wife's cunt!"
CONCLUSION Society's negative attitudes towards incest and anal sex must change with the times. It is still difficult to discuss such subjects in an atmosphere that is not charged with emotionalism and deep-rooted prejudice. Albert Ellis, in his Sex Without Guilt, has many forthright statements to make about ingrained and hypocritical attitudes towards sexual practices. But first, it is vital to understand the meaning of the word "attitude." How is an attitude formed? How is it changed?
According to The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior, an attitude is "a response, favorable or unfavorable, to a person, group, idea, or situation."
Society's attitude towards incest and anal sex is, of course, unfavorable.
But why?
The encyclopedia goes on to state: Attitudes cannot be sharply distinguished from beliefs and opinions, but the latter tend to be more consciously held and more fully expressed in words.
In contrast, attitudes frequently stem from unrecognized sources, operate partially on an unconscious level, and in most cases cannot be readily verbalized. They are complex psychological processes involving emotional, intellectual, and motivational components in varying proportions. Emotions usually play a greater role than intellect in our prejudices and sympathies; intellect usually plays a greater part than emotion in determining our attitudes toward scientific theories and pursuits; and the two may contribute almost equally to our social and political views. The motivational, or dynamic, aspect of attitudes may also vary widely. Though all attitudes tend to have a drive quality, since they determine our positive and negative reactions to people and situations, their effect on actual behavior may be either great or small. Sympathy for the underprivileged may merely lead to kind words or righteous indignation, but it may also inspire a lifetime of service; prejudice may lead us to associate with "our kind," but it can also be expressed in active discrimination, scapegoating, and even lynching.
In brief, few can actually verbalize with any degree of intelligence their deep-rooted feelings or attitudes against incest and anal sex. Yet these attitudes, which are really without form or substance, largely determine the individual's behavior. Are attitudes inborn then?
The author of The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior doesn't think so. He states: We are not born with attitudes; they are acquired in the course of experience, and once acquired they tend to resist modification ... First, we gradually assimilate the ideas and reactions of people with whom we are closely identified ... Second, our attitudes may stem from dramatic or traumatic experiences, which frequently spread or generalize, to related situations ... Third, a series of everyday experiences may shape and sharpen our attitudes toward specific objects or situations ... Fourth, we may adopt ready-made attitudes of others with whom we associate, as in automatically liking or disliking attitudes of the group to which we belong or aspire to belong ...
Attitudes, then, consist of an enduring deposit of personal experience and unique integration of feeling, thought, and drive. An individual's pattern of attitudes is considered one of the most characteristic expressions of his personality-in fact, one could go far in making a personality description of any individual by determining his attitudes towards significant persons, events, situations, and ideas. A number of psychological tools can be used for this purpose-notably, scales that measure attitudes toward such subjects as capital punishment, etc.
As the encyclopedia noted, once an attitude -and especially an attitude regarding sex- takes hold of the individual, that particular attitude is difficult to modify. Can such an attitude ever be modified?
The encyclopedia states: In spite of the potency of parental influence, the effect of companions and acquaintances should not be underestimated. Peer influences are particularly effective during adolescence when young people feel socially and intellectually insecure and tend to rely heavily on other people for approval, acceptance, and support ... Research has shown that changes in social attitudes are far less likely to occur in traditional and parochial colleges than in the more unconventional colleges ...
Ingrained attitudes, therefore, can change. But can attitudes against incest and anal coitus ever change? To date, they have successfully resisted all efforts of modification. What precisely are these attitudes?
The general feeling about incest and anal sex is riddled with a sense of guilt and anxiety. The practitioners of such acts may eventually worry themselves to death. Dr. Albert Ellis has this to say about such attitudes : Since premarital sex relations are no longer viewed as morally reprehensible or sinful ... there need be no intrinsic guilt attached to them. People who are anxious and guilty because of ... affairs are usually emotionally disturbed individuals who are also anxious and guilty about many of their non-sexual participations. On the other hand, many people today are becoming anxious and disturbed because they are not copulating ...
In brief, individuals with a healthy and secure mental outlook need not suffer from guilt or anxiety. They realize that any expression of sex if mutually agreeable to the couple is healthy.
But isn't sex between an uncle and his niece more or less an exercise in masturbation? There could scarcely be any great feeling of romantic love between such a couple. And isn't sex without love harmful ?
Dr. Ellis states, "This is sheer nonsense: since most of the great love affairs of human history, such as Heloise and Abelard, appear to have been fornicative ones. Sex, no matter how it is indulged, normally creates and enhances love ..."
That last sentence is most important and is the crux of this book. SEX, NO MATTER HOW IT IS INDULGED, NORMALLY CREATES AND ENHANCES LOVE.
Dr. Ellis further states, "Virginity, especially when it is prolonged and taken to extremes, seems to be the true enemy of love (and often engenders deep-seated hostility to others). Sex without love, moreover, is hardly a heinous crime, and appears to be quite delightful and to add immeasurably to the lives of literally millions of individuals."
Will the young girl who enters into an incestuous affair with her uncle become promiscuous? Dr. Ellis states: ... exceptionally few people in our society are ever really promiscuous-since promiscuity means indiscriminateness in one's choice of sex partners, and it is the rare person who is really indiscriminate in this regard.
When promiscuity does exist it may be a symptom of (a) unusually high sex desires and capacities or (b) emotional disturbances. These symptoms are hardly likely to result from premarital sex relations but may be a cause of such relations.
Does a grown and seemingly mature man take advantage of a teenage girl when he has intercourse with her? Is the uncle doubly guilty of this offense by first seducing the girl and then coaxing her into practicing anal sex with him?
Dr. Ellis has this to say about the exploitation of one's sex partner: Exploitation of one's sex partner generally takes place when one individual (usually the male) has sex relations with another under false pretences-pretending that he loves her, will marry her, or something on that order. Such exploitation doubtless occurs often in premarital affairs: not because of the affairs themselves but of the dishonesty of the people engaging in them.
Where both partners, moreover, frankly have sex relations for the sexual (as well as other) satisfactions they thereby derive, such exploitation is reduced to a minimum. Consequently, the more open, honest, and frequent premarital intercourse tends to become, the less does it remain potentially exploitative.
In brief, if uncle and niece both acknowledge that they are engaging in sex for the pure joy of it, there is no exploitation, no delusion. Under these conditions, can a man related to a young girl and engaging coitus with her be sexually happy?
In his The Ability to Love, Allan Fromme poses these questions: "Who is sexually happy? What is a sexually happy person, or as psychologists put it, a sexually well-adjusted individual?
"To begin with, he or she is a person who does not feel sex is dirty, who does not have fears about it, who accepts it as part of nature and of human nature and a natural source of pleasure. It is a person who is interested in sex, appreciates it, enjoys it ..."
But aren't incestuous couples abnormal? The psychological definition of the word is given in The Ability to Love. Fromme states: In clinical psychology we use the term much as engineers use it. A structure is adjusted when it can meet all the stresses of its function and still stand, still perform. By a well-adjusted person, a normal person, we mean one who has achieved a reasonable relationship between his needs and abilities on the one hand and his social opportunities ... on the other.
The normal person is free to propose and pursue rational goals. By "rational" in this context we mean goals that are the product of thought ...
In each of the five case histories presented in this book, the case subject entered into an incestuous relationship with his niece only after much thought and soul searching. But finally, he decided that under the conditions, his goal was a rational one. Each case subject realized that he was performing sexual acts which were in variance with the role society expected of him. Yet in each case, the case subject was strong-minded enough to realize that his needs and the needs of society could not always coincide. And as long as the act was performed in the privacy of his own home, and the girl was in no way harmed, he felt justified in pursuing his own goals which he deemed as rational.
Anal sex, or any other kind of sex, can occur between a mature male and his niece without harm to either party. This can happen when both are healthy-minded and openly admit they are performing the act for the sheer pleasure of the contact.
When society in general is willing to admit to this fact then a giant step forward will be taken to the eradication of centuries-old prejudices and distorted attitudes.
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