In a book such as this, which is essentially the compilation of recorded interviews with persons involved in long-term incestuous relationships, the reader, no doubt, expects to find a chronicle of illicit sexual contacts between guilt-ridden, desperately maladjusted people. That an incestuous relationship must be conducted in secret between individuals who anguish over their bizarre lusts, believing incest to be contrary to the nature of man, is a universal presupposition which reflects the prevalence of an emotional approach to any discussion of the topic. Man's almost "instinctive" abhorrence of incest is as old as it is widespread. Incest taboos are as old as the history of man.
Yet, in spite of man's almost paranoid rejection of incest, contemporary and historical literature from Oedipus Rex to Morning Becomes Electra, reveals a common fascination with the subject. Many psychologists have cited this literary preoccupation with the subject, as proof that an abhorrence of incest is a product of social custom rather than a biological imperative. There is a tendency to believe that if incest taboos were not so rigidly internalized by the individual in a society, that the frequency of incestuous relationships would increase dramatically. As further evidence of this contention, anthropologists have called attention to the fact that royalty has always enjoyed a peculiar freedom from the social strictures, which are designed to prevent sexual union between primary kin. On the other hand, the common man has always suffered either legal punishment, or severe social censure and ostracism for this particular sexual transgression.
As a sociologist who was a member of an anthropological expedition into the remote jungle regions of the Amazon Basin, in South America, this author had the unique good fortune to be a member of the group which discovered and studied a community in which all residents were related by blood, and who had been reproducing through incestuous sex for three generations. The discovery was unique in that it was the first time an entire community had been found to have institutionalized the practice of incest to this extent. The discovery and study of such a community also seemed to prove, all but conclusively, that man's abhorrence of incest is not an instinctive attitude, but rather one which is socially conditioned.
The particulars of our coming to learn of and eventually traveling to this community are extraneous to the purposes of this text. In view of this, and in the interests of space, I will avoid a discussion of the events leading to our expedition's initial contact with, and subsequent three month residency, in this particular community. However, information regarding the economics, history and geography of the community and the surrounding region does pertain, and I will endeavor a brief explanation of the role these considerations came to play in the establishment of this unique community.
Before beginning, the reader should be alerted to the fact that the names of persons and places have been changed to protect the anonymity of the villagers who were the subjects of this study. The name "Curtisville" has been given to the village in which my colleagues and I conducted our studies, in honor of the distinguished anthropologist, Dr. Henry Curtis, director of our research group.
Reference to Curtisville as a village may be a misnomer because that term generally implies a more self-sufficient, internally diverse and sophisticated political entity than was Curtisville. A term which implies a more diminutive political structure, such as hamlet, is more appropriate. Until the early 1930's, in fact, Curtisville was a part of the larger neighboring community which we have, for the purposes of our study, chosen to call "Greatlands." Since the 1930's, however, the residents of Greatlands have come to vehemently deny even a suggestion of the remotest association with Curtisville, and social intercourse between the two communities is maintained only at the most meager level.
Greatlands is an economically self-sufficient village situated on a river in the Amazon Basin. Although the entire region is economically depressed, Greatlands has maintained a semblance of economic stability through fishing and trade along the river, horticulture, and some cattle raising. The resident population numbers roughly 2,000.
Curtisville is a hamlet several hours journey by foot from Greatlands. The journey takes one along an unpaved road into the backlands of the region. The inhabitants of Greatlands rarely make the journey along this road toward Curtisville. If they do make the journey, they do so only to get to the more remote hamlets beyond. Greatlanders harbor a passionate hatred for the residents of Curtisville. They refer to them variously as the "devil people,"
"criminals," or "workers of evil magic." The most damning curse that a Greatlander can level at anyone, is to wish that he, or a close relative was married to a resident of Curtisville.
Curtisville and its residents were not always held in such low esteem in this region. At one time in fact, Curtisville was a part of Greatlands. It was Greatlands' furthest most outpost, and was inhabited by three relatively large family groups who considered themselves Greatlanders. We shall refer to the families by the fictitious names of "Brown,"
"Smith," and "Jones."
In 1929 Greatlanders and all the surrounding region were suffering through the fifth year of serious economic depression. At that same time, naval maneuvers were being held in the Amazon Basin; and consequently, naval personnel frequented the saloons and trading post in Greatlands. Noah Brown, the patriarch of the Brown family, which was one of the three families in the Curtisville region at this time, decided to take advantage of the presence of naval personnel in town. He let it be known that he would allow sailors to use his daughters for their sexual pleasure, for slight monetary reward.
All Greatlanders, even the Joneses and the Smiths who were living among the Browns at this time, protested. The religion of the region was a mixture of fundamentalist Christianity and voodoo, and prostitution was by no means condoned. The Greatlanders were appalled--for a father to sell his daughters into prostitution was despicable.
Noah Brown was not discouraged by his neighbors' admonishments, however; and he continued to sell his daughters' services until two of them contracted venereal disease. After knowledge of the girls' plight spread, the Greatlanders became convinced that they were being punished by jungle spirits at the behest of God. From that moment on, the entire Brown family was ostracized from the community until this day. The area in which they lived, now Curtisville, became known as the "devil's land," and the Smith and Jones families moved back into town to avoid being stigmatized because of their proximity to the Browns.
All social contact between the Browns and the rest of the community came to be forbidden by custom. It was unthinkable to allow someone of Brown descent to move into Greatlands proper, and marriage to a man or woman who was a member of the Brown family, was tantamount to one's selling his soul to the devil.
Because the Browns were prevented from marrying outside their family, and because they were too poor to leave the area, they were forced with the choice of marriage within the family, or witnessing the family's gradual dying out. They chose the former of the two alternatives, which brings us to the present day and the subject matter of this book.
We managed on our initial visit to Curtisville, which lasted some three months, to interview all thirty-six inhabitants who were the Brown family. It was no mean task to persuade the Browns to allow us into their hamlet for the purposes of conducting our studies. Because they have suffered persecution for over four decades, they are wary of all strangers. At times they have even employed physical force to keep strangers out of their hamlet. It was only after much pleading and the proffering of gifts, that we were able to reach the Browns, and persuade them to allow us to remain in their hamlet.
Through the foundation under whose auspices we conducted our research, we were able to provide the family with farming tools, fishing gear, and battery powered radios, quite a luxury in this region. Their reticence and suspicions began to disappear as we came to spend more time with them. In about two months they came to look upon my colleagues and I as friends.
The interviews we have included in this text, were obtained during the last month of our first visit to Curtisville. Because the subjects of the interviews had had two months to get used to us, their responses in these interviews tend to be less guarded than the responses of the subjects in the interviews conducted during the first two months.
Working with a psychologist, it was my task to interview each of the thirty-six members of the Brown family. Unfortunately, space prevents our including every interview with every member of the family in this volume. Instead, however, we have included interviews with only six members of the family, and have attempted to balance those selected and presented here in terms of the age and sex of the subject. We hope, thereby, to provide at least a representative view from each of the various age and sex groups within the family.
All but two of those persons who were interviewed were interviewed in Spanish. A tape recorded transcript of each interview was made and then translated into English for inclusion here.
The reader will find that these interviews take the form of a first person narrative. This is because the interviewer's questions have been edited out wherever such deletions did not affect the coherence of the text. From time to time, a question which elicited a particular response is recorded here, wherever it is deemed necessary to. prepare the reader for a quick change in thought or subject matter. We have also included the first question asked of the subject at the beginning of each new interview. Although, a summary does not follow each interview in a series of interviews with any one subject, the entire series is, nonetheless, summarized at its conclusion.
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BIOGRAPHICAL DATA ON THE BROWN FAMILY 1896-1971
In 1896 Noah Brown moved with his new bride, Dulcinea, into the Curtisville area which was then, still known as a part of Greatlands, and inhabited by only one other family, the Jones. Two years later Dulcinea gave Noah his first child, Felix; and, shortly thereafter the third family, the Smiths, moved into the area. Between 1898 and 1904, Dulcinea gave birth to three more children, all of them female, and named respectively: Enid, Elspeth, and Lucinda. Then on Christmas Day in 1904 tragedy struck the Brown family--Dulcinea died unexpectedly of an undiagnosed disease.
Noah remarried with indecent haste. In the same year as his wife's death, he dispensed with the formalities of a marriage ceremony, and brought a distant cousin, Juanita, to live with him in Curtisville as his wife. Juanita bore Noah five children in as many years. The first of the five children was a girl named Maud; the second was also a girl, who was named for her mother, Juanita. The next three children were all boys, who were named respectively: Jabez, Thomas, and Cosmo.
Tragedy again struck the Brown family in 1910. Juanita died giving birth to Cosmo, leaving Noah a widower for the second time. Noah remained a widower until his death in 1933, four years after the event mentioned earlier which precipitated the Brown family's ostracism from the rest of the community.
The history of the Brown family can be divided into two periods. There was the period between 1896 and 1929 in which the family's growth can be characterized as "normal". Then there is the period after 1929 to the present day where all reproduction in the family has been the result of incestuous coupling.
In 1920, Lucinda, who was the daughter of Noah and his first wife, Dulcinea, married a local boy named Miquel. Lucinda bore four children, three boys (Armand, Avram, Abner), and one girl (Marquerite), before Miquel deserted her and his family in 1930, immediately after the incident which made the Brown family outcasts. Enid, the second of Dulcinea's and Noah's three daughters, had a pair of twins out of wedlock in 1915. The twins were both girls who were named Hannah and Delilah.
Enid's having twins out of wedlock was the first reason Greatlanders were given to suspect that the Brown family was in collusion with the Devil. For while a girl lost little respect if she bore a child out of wedlock, to bear twins under similar circumstances meant that she had coupled with the Devil in the minds of the superstitious Greatlanders.
In 1916 Juanita, the daughter of Noah and his second wife, also named Juanita, married a local boy names Jose. In the next two years, Juanita gave birth to two children, who were named Jason and Miranda. Juanita, like her mother before her, died in childbirth. Jose was crushed by the news of his wife's death. Not wanting to remain with the family after his great loss, he entrusted the care of Jason and Miranda to his sister-in-law, Maud, and left for America where he has remained until this day.
This was the state of affairs in the Brown family in 1929, when Noah Brown decided to take advantage of circumstances and to sell his unmarried daughters, Maud and Elspeth, into prostitution. The events that caused the decline of the Brown family were covered earlier; so, we can move on to a brief discussion of the "post 1929" period, which can be characterized as a period of incestuous reproduction.
After Miquel had deserted Lucinda to avoid sharing the stigma attached to members of the Brown family, Lucinda began having sexual relations with her half-brother Cosmo. In the course of Lucinda's affair with Cosmo, she bore six more children in addition to the four she'd already given birth to. Five of these six, Babette (pronounced Ba betty), Honoria, Dora, Aaron, and Caleb, she maintained, had been fathered by her half-brother, Cosmo. The sixth child, Casper, however, she claimed to be the result of a union with her son, Abner, who had been born during her marriage to Miquel.
Lucinda's and Cosmo's daughter, Dora, would have relations with Lucinda's and Miquel's son, Abner, about fifteen years after Lucinda's first sexual relations with Abner. The sexual relations between Abner and Dora would result in the birth of a girl named "Romola".
It may be recalled that in 1915 Enid had given birth to two daughters named "Hannah" and "Delilah". In 1940, when both girls were twenty-five, Delilah was carrying on an affair with her mother's full-brother, Felix, who was, of course, her uncle. This affair resulted in the birth of a male child who was named Alonso.
In 1943, Jason and Miranda, who are brother and sister and whose parents are Juanita and Jose, gave birth to a baby girl, who they named "Veronica". Since 1958, when Veronica was fifteen, she has carried on an affair with Alonso. Alonso, it may be recalled, is also the offspring of an incestuous union, which involved Felix and Delilah, who were uncle and niece. The affair has lasted to this day, and in this time Veronica has given birth to three children. Pia was born in 1959 and was the first of the three children. The other two children were born between 1962 and 1967, and are named Betty and Jose. Pia's case history is one of the six contained in this text.
There are, of course, more family members than we have indicated here. And that incestuous unions were more frequent than we have indicated, there can be little doubt. But because the females in the Brown family did not limit their sexual contacts to only one male within the family, it is impossible to accurately determine the father of each and every family member born after 1930. So, although we can be virtually certain that every family member born after 1930 was born through an incestuous union, we have limited our discussion to those family members whose father is known.
As to the precise frequency of sexual contacts, it is safest to assume that they have been greater than the number of births between 1930 and the present day would seem to indicate; but, they are probably not as frequent as the Brown men have boasted they are. That the Brown men have admitted to homosexuality and bestiality, in spite of their seemingly unlimited access to normal sexual gratification, indicates that they are not without their moments of sexual frustration.
The uncertainty as to the precise parentage of each family member has necessitated a communal arrangement, wherein all of the adults have accepted responsibility corporately for the welfare of the whole family, and of its children.
The physical layout of the village reflects this communal attitude. The perimeter of the village proper is formed by a circle of ten, large, double-room huts. Beyond the ring of huts, lay the farmlands the Browns have cut from the jungle, and cattle pastures of a sort. Storage sheds and a communal kitchen are contained within this ring of huts. The ring of huts itself, comprises the sleeping and living quarters for the family members. Although every member of the family can come and go from any of the huts whenever he pleases, each family member has established one of the huts as his sleeping quarters, and will generally go only to it when retiring for the evening.
The kitchen, as has already been stated, was contained within a single hut. Usually, one woman with assistance from some of the older children, cooked for the entire family. Responsibility for the meals was undertaken by a different woman each day, until all of the women, save for the very old, had their turn at it.
The domestic duties were shared by all the female members of the family. The children were cared for in a similar manner. While each child invariably had his "favorite adult", that child was not necessarily the parent of this child. And no one child was brought up entirely by one "parent."
The duties of the men never included caring for the children; nor, were they expected to perform any of the other domestic chores. The men fished, raised cattle and tended the fields.
The primary organization of the family was based on sex. The females formed one family unit and the males another. There was a secondary organization based on age--there were the adults, all of whom were parents; and then, there were the children. Every adult in the Brown family was a parent, regardless of whether or not he'd produced an off-spring. As the children matured, and eventually reached adolescence, they too, became parents.
It is hoped that this background information will make it easier for the reader to understand the course of events as they unfold, in the subsequent case histories to which we will move directly.
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CASE NUMBER ONE
The first member of the family we interviewed was a sixteen-year-old female named Pia. But, before relating that interview here, a few words of clarification about the circumstances surrounding the interview are in order.
At the time of our first interview, our relationships with the family had been established. The gifts we had given them and the general attitude of the "working group" had succeeded in convincing the villagers that we meant them no harm. It was, of course, a difficult matter to persuade them that they could reveal the intimacies of their sex lives to us. At the same time, they seemed more than willing to discuss their activities, once they felt a certain degree of trust.
It should be noted that there was a general frankness about sex activities than is usually the case. This may be accounted for, perhaps, by reason of the general promiscuity in their society and its isolation. In any event, they were quite willing to discuss their sexual relations, once they thought of the interviewer as a friend. As might be suspected, there was a great deal of emotional insecurity among members of the family. The entire family had been outcasts for generations. Some amount of hostility to anyone from the outside was to be expected.
As is the case with all the studies in this present volume, the original tapes were taken in Spanish, and later translated. Pia, for example, spoke no English at all. Therefore, the Spanish idiom has been almost altogether rewritten. That may account in some sections for a certain archness and formality in the presentation.
The interviewer's comments will be kept to a minimum, offered only when additional explanation is necessary. Because of the language difficulties, however, it may be needed for certain explications to be given.
The first interview was taken in May of 1970. Since Pia was somewhat shy, it seemed best to conduct the session outside of the village. For that reason, we arranged to meet her on a small hillside just past the jungle region that surrounds the village.
She appeared at three o'clock p.m., an hour later than the appointment had been scheduled for. This was no surprise, since the villagers have only the most general notion of time.
Interviewer: Pia, I believe you trust me now. Am I right?
Pia: I think so, sir. At least, I do not dislike you. I did once, you know.
Interviewer: No, I didn't know that.
Pia: Well, we were all very afraid of you when you men came to our village. We didn't know what you wanted and we thought you might do us harm. But we trust you now.
Interviewer: I'm glad for that. We don't mean you any harm. All we are trying to do is to gain a little information about you--to find out about you.
Pia: Are you from the Government?
Interviewer: No. We come from outside of your government--from the United States. The questions we ask you will not affect your relationship with your own country in any way.
Pia: That is good. We are very much afraid of our own country. I do not think that they like us very much.
Interviewer: Well, we will not tell them anything. How's that?
Pia: That is very good. I believe you.
Interviewer: Good. Now, let me ask you about you and your brother...
(At this point, Pia dropped her eyes and became very quiet. It was obviously the wrong question, but it was one that had to be asked. It was known that she and her brother had been living in an incestual manner for months. It really was at the heart of the interview.) Interviewer: Did I say something wrong, Pia?
Pia: I don't think that I want to talk about my brother. That is something which is personal to me.
Interviewer: I think you can tell me about it, Pia. Don't you want to?
Pia: I don't know. I am afraid.
Interviewer: You needn't be, you know. I won't tell anyone. This will be something between you and me.
Pia: Well, it is true... my brother and I do go to bed together. I don't know if anyone cares or not... but it a very personal thing. It is something for us.
Interviewer: When did it all begin, Pia?
Pia: Well, I was very young--I think I was maybe eleven or twelve years old. One day, I went into my brother's bedroom to clean it--and he was lying on the bed with this big thick thing between his legs. He was jerking it up and down. It was very hard. I started to leave, but he told me to stay. He was sixteen at the time and since he was my older brother I did whatever he told me.
I watched him for a while and then he told me to come and sit on the bed. I moved over to the bed and then he asked me if I wanted to touch it. That was really a strange thing. I did want to touch it--although at the time I didn't know why.
I moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it and he took my hand and put it on his cock. I didn't even know the word "cock" in those days, but later on he taught me a lot of words I know today.
I didn't know what to do with it, but he showed me how to jerk him and he seemed to like it a lot and I sort of enjoyed it too. Then he told me to take off my clothes and did that sort of automatically. I really didn't know what I was doing--honestly. But I had some strange fascination about all of it.
As soon as I had my clothes off, he pulled me right into the bed and began to play with my tits. They were very small, then, and I couldn't see what pleasure he could get from playing with them, but he seemed to enjoy it and it felt good to me.
Then, he stuck his finger into my hole--my cunt, as he taught me to call it--and began moving it back and forth. I really liked that. He knew how to do it, too. He still does. My brother is the best guy at finger-fucking I've ever known.
But then he got kind of serious and he told me there was something I had to do for him. I asked him what it was and he told me that he wanted me to suck his cock. I reached down for it and it was all wet and sticky. I didn't think I wanted to put that in my mouth, but he pushed my head down, and the first thing I knew I was sucking him.
I had never sucked a man's cock before, and I hardly even knew what I was doing, but I kept on and on and pretty soon he came and my mouth was all full of his jism.
The first thing I wanted to do was to spit it out, but I was afraid I would make him angry. He was a very big boy--he still is--and I was really frightened of him. So I swallowed it. It didn't taste all that bad, but I had never had any before so I wasn't really used to it. Since then, I've had plenty from my brother.
Well, then he went to sleep and I just lay there, not knowing what to do. I guess I had a lot of things to think about. I'd never done that before. It was all new to me.
In about a half an hour, he woke up. He started to play with my tits again. His cock was hard and stiff, too. I was afraid I was going to have to suck it again. In a way, though, I wouldn't have minded it so much. Even though I had been forced into doing it, I really didn't hate it all that much.
But this time he didn't want me to suck him, I guess. He began to play with my cunt and to use his fingers on himself. Then he crawled on top of me.
I didn't know what he was doing--it was my first experience, you see. He began to force his big cock into my hole and I started to scream. But he covered my mouth with his hand so that no one could hear. I couldn't believe that he would really try to push his enormous cock into me. But he kept on.
At first, I didn't think I could bear it. Then, gradually, it began to feel sort of good. My brother began to move faster and faster, and then I began to push my hips up to him and his hands were all over my body and it really felt good.
It was the first time I had ever been fucked--that's another word he taught me. It was painful at first, but then I really got to like it.
When he reached his climax, he began to moan and I could feel his hot liquid inside me. It was a very strange feeling. I think I liked it, though.
After that, he would never let me alone. Sometimes he made me suck his big cock. Some other times he would fuck me. He never seemed to care if I had any pleasure. As a matter of fact, there were times when I hated it. I wanted to tell my parents, but I knew that my brother would beat me if I did. I didn't dare go to them.
Those were very bad years for me. I think I was too young to appreciate the sex experience. But as I grew older, things changed. I began to find enjoyment in my brother's body.
The first time I experienced a climax changed everything. I think that even my brother was surprised that I showed so much emotion. He was fucking me--but then he had fucked me many times before--and all of a sudden I felt a surge within myself, a sudden rush of feeling and, I had my first climax.
At first, I found it very frightening. I wasn't sure what was happening. I only knew that a great wave of pleasure was sweeping over my body. This got my brother very excited and he shot his liquid into me almost immediately. It was all very good--and it was the start of a whole new relationship between us. For all his bravado, I don't think he has ever fucked another girl besides me. I'm not sure, of course. But I doubt it.
Anyway, from the first time he brought me to a climax, he was like a lover to me. That may seem very strange to you. Most people do not have as a lover their own brother. But by this time, I wanted to have him. I had known him from a lot of physical ways--I had sucked him and he had fucked me and sometimes we even kissed and made love. It was enough for me. I had all that I needed.
Now I am sixteen. My brother is nearly twenty. We have been together for a number of years and we still continue to desire each other. My brother has a beautiful body and a huge cock. My own body is now that of a young woman. When we make love, I am aware of how beautiful our bodies are and how artistic it is.
We have begun, lately, to experiment with a number of new ways of enjoying ourselves. I don't know if I should tell you about them or not...
(Note: At this point the interviewer reassured Pia that she might say anything she wished, without fear or embarrassment. It was our hope to collect complete case histories of this incestuous society and all the facets of that conduct were considered to be relevant.) Well... my brother showed me a new game which he told me is called sixty-nine. I suck him while he sucks me. It is very pleasant, although he is quite tall and I am very short, so there is a little bit of a problem. But we manage to work it out very well. It is one of my favorite games. The only trouble is that almost as soon as he has his cock in my mouth, he shoots the liquid. I would really like to play the game longer. He has promised, though, that as we go along with the game, he will be able to discipline himself better.
Then, there is something else--but I don't know if my brother would want me to tell you about that.
(Note: Here the interviewer once again assured Pia that all of her remarks would be held in the strictest confidence, and that she might say anything she wished to about her relationship with her brother.) Well, sometimes--only sometimes, you understand--he likes to enter me from the behind. Do you understand what I mean? He says he likes to "fuck my ass." That's how he explains it.
I found that very painful at first. You have to understand that my brother has an enormous cock. I found it very hard for him to insert his cock into my behind. I fought him for that. I fought very hard. But just like everything else he has done to me, after a while I have come to enjoy it.
We don't do it very often--my brother likes "sixty-nine" better. He either wants to do that or to fuck me--but sometimes he does like to do other things. I don't fight him anymore. I just let him have his way with me. He is several years older than I am and by now he is a pretty big, powerful man. So, I don't try to fight him.
I think our parents know too. Miguel--that is my brother's name--has often boasted in the village that his sister will do anything for him. I asked him one time not to talk like that, but it did no good.
So, I think everyone knows about us. No one cares especially, of course as you know, we are a very unusual village. But I didn't like having it out that I was making love to my brother. Men! They talk too much!
But we do have a good time. He has such a big cock--and I like it so much. He never seems to get tired of doing it. Even when I am cooking he will interrupt me--if no one is around--and make me suck him. He is always pushing my head down on his big cock and making me use my mouth on it. I like to do it, but sometimes I am afraid that people will see us.
Since my figure has developed--and now I have big tits and everything--lots of boys try to make passes at me and to get dates with me.
One time, I gave in. He seemed like a very nice boy and I thought I would like to go out with him. Actually, he was a cousin of mine or something--I never quite understood what the relationship was.
Anyway, my brother heard about it and he flew into a rage. He found us together. We really were not doing anything at the time. He beat the boy terribly, until he finally ran away.
Then my brother said, "Now I am going to rape you! That will teach you a lesson."
I was really frightened. I had never seen him so angry before. I hadn't really meant anything by going out with the other boy. He just kept asking me and asking me and finally I gave in.
My brother knocked me down to the ground and ripped my clothes off. Even though I was very afraid, it all seemed strange. He had seen me without my clothes on many many times before. I couldn't understand it.
But then he grabbed me. His cock was huge and hard. I had never seen it so hard before--or so big. His eyes were sort of glazed over and wild. I was really frightened.
He turned me over and before I knew what was happening he had shoved his big, hard cock into my behind. Before that, he had always been sort of gentle when he did that. On that night though, he seemed to be trying to rip me apart.
I tried to scream out, but he had his hand over my mouth. As I told you, he is a very powerful man and I knew then that I was going to be his victim. It was the worst experience of my life, believe me.
He almost tore me apart. His giant thing ripped into me and didn't stop. He thrust himself harder and harder into me--keeping his hand over my mouth so that I couldn't scream out or anything. He just drove himself with all of his force into me. The pain was awful.
But then, as always, my brother could not really hurt me too long. I really believe he loves me. He had been very angry because I went out with another boy, but his anger soon went away and he was sorry. He began to cry. Even with his cock in my behind, he was crying. I felt so sorry for him. I didn't know what to do.
I just lay there, waiting for him to get himself together. I knew I couldn't help him until he was ready to help himself.
Pretty soon, he pulled out of me and turned me over. I was completely limp. He could have done anything he wanted with me at that moment.
Then he began to make love to me. It was very strange. Always before, we had enjoyed sex together--but we had never really made love. Suddenly, he was kissing me and caressing me and calling me little affectionate names which only we who speak in Spanish know. I couldn't believe it.
Then I began to cry. I had never realized how much my brother felt for me--or how jealous he could become. I understood then that I had done a very bad thing in going out with another boy, and I was very sorry for it.
After a while, I reached my head down and kissed his cock. It was limp and soft--as if it were dead. I knew I had done this to him and I made up my mind to make my brother big and hard and happy right away. I wanted to do that for him.
I sucked him. I sucked him gently and carefully, the, way he liked it. Little by little, his cock began to come back to life--to get hard and long again. That is what I had waited for. That's what I wanted for my brother.
But when I looked up, suddenly I saw my cousin standing there. He had come back with a friend--a very big, strong boy. I think they had planned to beat up on my brother.
When they saw what was going on, though, I guess they changed their minds. It was pretty clear that they wanted some of what I had been giving to my brother.
I knew that this could only make trouble. My brother had already sent his hot liquid down my throat and was half-asleep. I got out of the bed very carefully and motioned to the two boys to follow me outside the hut. I knew that my brother would sleep for awhile now. He almost always did after his liquid flowed.
I moved along rapidly, heading for the jungle. I knew I was going to have to suck my cousin and his friend and I didn't want anyone to see us.
As soon as we reached a grassy place that was hidden by trees, I knelt down on my knees and closed my eyes. I really didn't want to see what was happening. But my cousin did a curious thing. He began to undress me. Then I realized he wanted to put his snake into my cunt.
I asked him not to rape me, but he said that he and his friend had very special plans for me. I wasn't sure what they meant--but I soon found out.
My cousin's friend, who was a very big boy with a very big thing, grabbed me when I was completely naked and drove his cock into my behind. I started to scream, but my cousin had his hand over my mouth. He was helping his cousin, that was clear.
They had me lying on my side, right on the jungle floor. I was powerless. I wished that I had never come with them. Finally, he said, that if I made any noise they would kill me. I was really terrified. Then my cousin took his hand away from my mouth and I saw that he was going to put his big cock inside my mouth.
It ended up that way. My cousin was driving his cock down into my throat and his friend was fucking me in the rear. I guess you might say that I was being completely used. It was a very strange and frightening experience. But I didn't dare call out for help because I knew they really would kill me if I did.
When it was all over, I tried to crawl away, but they wouldn't let me. They wanted more and more. After a while, they changed their positions. My cousin was using my rear and his friend was pushing his cock down my throat. I don't know how long this went on, but it seemed like forever.
After they had finally satisfied themselves, they gave me back my clothes and told me that if I ever mentioned what had happened they would kill me. I stumbled out of the jungle, almost too weak to walk, and went back to my brother's hut. He was still asleep.
I just lay down next to him and started to cry. I guess I woke him up with my crying. He asked me what was wrong and I made up some silly excuse. I didn't want any more trouble. I knew that if he ever found out, he would go looking for my cousin and kill him.
Then I guess... well, this is hard to tell.
(Note: At this point the girl broke down completely. The interviewer had to adjourn the session and ask to see her the next day. It was clear that she was too emotionally disturbed at this point to continue. The following text represents another session.) Well, my brother left home after that. He had a job-offer in a neighboring village. That is most unusual for our people. Almost no one ever offers us a job outside of our own village.
I can't tell how I missed him. We had become like lovers--even though we were brother and sister. He'd taught me everything I'd ever known.
For a long time, I didn't do anything with anyone. My cousin never came back. I think he was too frightened to come back to our part of the village. He was very frightened of my brother, I know that. He feared that word would get back to my brother if he ever tried anything again.
Then, one day, I was invited to the house of my uncle. He and my aunt had been very good to me, ever since I was a little girl. I was pleased that they would invite me.
But then when I got there, my aunt was not at home. There was only my uncle. He fixed me some kind of rum drink. You understand I never drink, and at that time I don't think I had ever had anything stronger than the papaya juice he offered. Well, the drink was very sweet, I really liked it, so I drank it right down. Then my head began to get dizzy. I had never felt anything like that before.
My uncle was very kind to me. He said that it was clear that I was not feeling well and that I should lay down. I remember that he took off my shoes and made me comfortable on the bed. Then, he sat down on the bed next to me and began to stroke my hair. I just thought he was being very kind.
But pretty soon, he began to play with my body and rub my tits and I could hear him breathing very hard. Then I knew that he had something else in his mind.
I guess it was because of the drink, but I made no resistance to him. I just let him do whatever he wanted. I knew he was working up to something, but I didn't care. Ever since Miguel had left, I didn't really care about anything.
After a while, he had taken off my clothes and I was lying on the bed naked. I remember wondering what would have happened if my aunt had walked in--but I really didn't care. I didn't care about anything at the time.
The next thing I knew, he had taken off his clothes too, and his big cock was standing up hard and rigid. I looked at it for a while. It was the only one I had ever really seen besides my brother's. When my cousin and his friend took me into the jungle it was dark and I never really saw them. He put his hand down on it and asked me if I knew what it was. I told him 'yes'. I didn't say any more than that. But he knew I had been experienced. I think everyone in the village knew about my brother and me.
So he asked me to jerk it lightly for a while. I did that. I have never minded to do that. I was hoping that was all he wanted.
His cock got harder and harder and bigger and bigger. He was a big and powerful man. My father is big too, but he is not nearly as big as his brother.
But then, just as I had expected, he began to push my head down towards it. He wanted me to suck him. I knew that was coming. I couldn't think how I would ever be able to take that huge cock in my mouth.
I knew I had to do something, though. My uncle was a very stern man. I kept jerking his cock, although I could hardly get my hand around it, and began licking the tip. This seemed to get him very excited. I managed to get my mouth over the head of it, somehow, and I sucked as good as I could. I kept jerking him too. He was moaning and groaning and really seemed to enjoy himself, so I kept it up.
I was sure that I never could take that cock down into my throat. But he didn't seem to mind, as long as I kept playing with him and running my tongue and mouth over the head. It wasn't long until he thrust his hips forward and I felt his legs tremble and the warm liquid was in my mouth.
I have to admit that I was sort of proud of myself because I had managed to get that gigantic cock to come. I would never have thought that it was possible.
After that, my uncle just sort of lay there, thinking to himself. Then he raised up and told me that I must never mention this to anyone in the village. I knew that he was particularly afraid that my aunt would hear about it. Big and strong as he was, my uncle was really afraid of her.
I told him to relax. I said that I would keep completely silent about everything. The next thing, he sort of put his arms around me and held me. That felt very good--but I was afraid of what was coming next.
I could see his cock getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger--and I knew that he was going to want something else. I was right. In a little while, he asked me if he could fuck me in the behind.
I told him that I would never be able to take a cock that big in my behind. But he said he would be very gentle and that it would go in easily and that it would feel very good if I followed his instructions.
I was really very frightened, but I didn't know what to do. I knew if I said 'no' he would get very angry. So I told him he could try, but begged him not to hurt me. Once again, he said he would be very gentle.
Then he spit in his hand and rubbed it all over his cock and got it very wet. I noticed that there was already some liquid coming out of it and I was glad to see that. I knew that it would have to be as slippery as possible to go into my behind.
Well, he was very good. He worked very slowly and carefully and he kept saying nice things to me and playing with my tits and trying to be as easy as possible. He didn't just ram himself into me. He sort of worked his way carefully, and before long I reached back and found out that his whole big cock was in my behind. I was really amazed.
Then he began to move it very slowly inside me. He was right. It did feel good. I was really amazed. I could never have believed that a cock could feel so good, but it did.
Just then, though, my mother walked into the hut. At first, I was really afraid that she would be terribly angry with me. But instead, she began to laugh and laugh. She said something about my discovering my uncle's big cock--or something like that. I'm not too sure. I was confused at the time.
My uncle slid out of me easily and began to laugh along with my mother. He said she had certainly had plenty of his cock and that she shouldn't resent it if her daughter got some. They seemed to have some private joke between them. I felt very left out.
Then my mother told my uncle to go wash himself and that she would show him something good. I wondered what that would be and I soon found out.
When my uncle got back into the hut from washing himself, my mother got down on her knees and began sucking his cock. She was very good, too. I watched her carefully. I guess she knew just how my uncle liked it, because he started moaning pretty soon and his cock got bigger than ever. It was really some sight.
When my uncle got ready, though, my mother motioned to me to take over and I knelt down and his hot liquid filled my mouth and slid down my throat. I don't think I've ever had so much before. He was a very powerful man.
Then we all three lay on the bed. My uncle was in the middle, with his arms around my mother and me. It was very pleasant and relaxing. I really liked it. I felt like a child again. But I wondered if anything else was going to happen. It was very strange being with my mother, but, well, this was the part I didn't want to talk about.
(Here the interviewer closed the session. The young girl was obviously overemotional and distraught. It seemed best to postpone the interview until the following day. We resume, then, with the session which was held the next afternoon. Pia was in a more controlled state of mind and the interview went well.) Interviewer: When we left off yesterday, Pia, you were speaking of your mother. Would you like to resume there?
Pia: I don't mind. I guess I had no real fear of my mother. I was raised by my grandmother and my mother was more like a sister to me. Still, she was my mother--and it seemed very strange at first having well, uh, sex relations with her present--even with her doing it.
Somehow, though, my uncle seemed to make it better. He is a very gentle man--even though he is a big man--and he made things better for my mother and me.
After that first time, he wanted us both present. He told us that. We would go into the jungle and three of us would do, well, lots of things. My uncle was always in charge, though. We did whatever he asked us to do. That's how it is in our village. The men control those things.
I could never understand why he wanted both me and my mother with him, but that was how it was. I guess he just wanted it that way. I don't know.
It was interesting. He liked me to suck him most and he liked to stick his cock in my mother's hole. Believe me, I think he would have liked to do both things at once--but that, of course, is impossible for one man.
Sometimes he sucked me, while my mother sucked him. He seemed to like that, too. But he never sucked my mother. I could never understand that.
Anyway, I guess my aunt heard about all of this. As I told you before, she really has a disposition. I don't know who told her or anything--in the village everyone seems to know everything--but, anyway, she found out. Well, that was the end of that! I don't know what she said to my uncle or did to him, but we were never back together again.
At first, I sort of missed him. He had such a big cock and he was so gentle. But then, I knew it couldn't go on forever. He was a lot older than I and I just knew it would never work out.
Then my cousin came back. This time he didn't bring his friend, which was fine with me. I never really liked that boy. I don't think he really understood how things are in our village.
At first, I was really sort of cold to my cousin. I felt that he and his friend had used me. But he kept coming around and so pretty soon I warmed up to him a little more. Oh, I don't mean I let him do anything, but at least I was a little friendlier.
Then, one night we were out walking and he sort of took me into his arms. I wasn't surprised. I had felt it coming. Then he pulled me down on the ground and began kissing me all over. Before I knew it, he had all my clothes off me. I guess I really didn't struggle that much--but I was still surprised to find myself naked, somehow.
He kissed me everywhere. On my tits, on my belly, on my thighs. Everywhere. Then he began to run his tongue in and out of my cunt. That really sent me crazy.
I knew what he wanted, of course. He wanted me to suck his cock. He had always loved that. Well, I figured, you just work hard enough, cousin, get me hot enough, and maybe I'll do just that. But I figured it was up to him.
Well, my cousin is pretty shrewd. He knew what he had to do. He worked me over every way he could think of. I got hotter and hotter--and he knew it. So when he pushed my head down on his cock, I was ready to suck him.
That night, I think I gave him the best he had ever had. I've never heard a boy moan like that before. He was so hot and so eager that his warm liquid was filling my mouth in about a minute. He just couldn't hold himself back any longer.
He lay there on the ground, completely exhausted. I began to dress myself but he took my hands and said we should wait a minute or two. I didn't care. My parents never worried about me. No matter what time I came in. They never asked any questions. I'd just go into our hut and stretch out on my straw mattress and go to sleep. They never seemed to care.
After a while, his cock began to get stiff again. He asked me to play with it and I said I would if he promised to be very gentle in whatever he decided to do.
I was pretty sure that he wanted to come in from behind. That was another one of cousin's favorite acts. I didn't mind it so much, but I didn't like to be forced. I liked the way my uncle had done it--slowly and gently. My cousin could be very rough at times.
This was not what he had in mind, though. This time, he wanted to come into my cunt. That was all right with me, as long as he came in slowly and gently. I have a very sensitive body. I don't enjoy it when men treat me roughly.
My cousin understood what I was asking, I believe. He entered me very gently and very carefully. Later on, when his passion overtook him, he was thrusting his cock in and out at a very hard and very fast pace. But then, I didn't mind. I drove my hips up against him and pressed down on his cock inside of me and I enjoyed it very much. I believe that by the time a woman is fully aroused she is ready for the roughest sort of treatment. It is only at the beginning when we desire to be carefully aroused and gently treated that there is a difference.
Well, my cousin made me feel very good. I think he is a natural-born lover. When he spewed his warm liquid inside of me and removed his cock from my cunt, I wanted more of him. He started to dress himself, but this time it was I who held his hand.
I told him that I wanted more of him--that he could do anything he wanted to do with me. He smiled at me and said that he would have to rest for a while and I told him that I understood. Then he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
I watched over him, looking at every detail of his body. He was really quite handsome and he had a beautifully formed body. I was enjoying myself.
Every now and then, I would play with his cock a little. I just wanted to make sure when it would be up and hard again. But mostly it was dead and limp. I wished for it very much.
After about a half an hour, I had an idea. I knew what my cousin liked most--even when he was asleep. So I put my mouth and my lips on his cock and began to suck very, very gently.
He stirred in his sleep. I was afraid he would awake and find out what I was doing. But then I didn't really care. I wanted him big and strong. I wanted some more of what I had just enjoyed so much.
As I expected, his cock began to get hard again. It was amazing! My cousin was still asleep, but his cock was getting harder. I kept sucking on it and it got harder and harder. It was a little game for me.
But then my cousin moaned and began to awaken. I stopped sucking him immediately. I didn't want him to get angry with me.
But on the contrary, my cousin didn't seem to mind at all. He took me into his arms and kissed me and began playing with my tits. It was all very strange. Then, he moved his hips upwards and pushed my head down. Once again I was sucking his cock, his big cock. This time, though, he was completely awake and enjoying it. I have to confess that I was enjoying it too.
He slid his cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat with complete gentleness. He moved slowly and gently, as if he didn't want to hurt me. I worked my tongue every way I knew, so as to give him more pleasure.
This time, though, we spent a long time at it. No matter what I did, my cousin could not seem to give me his warm liquid. He didn't seem to mind, though. He said that he liked what I was doing, that he was enjoying himself and that he didn't care if we ever stopped.
We went on and on. I began to get nervous because I felt I wasn't doing it right for him, but he told me that I was doing it just fine and that he was in no hurry at all. I told him that I thought this was very unusual for him. Always before, he had given me his liquid in one or two minutes. But then he reminded me that we had been playing together before and that he had given his liquid. Then he told me that I didn't know much about men. That is very true. I really don't know much about men. Some things I know--but there are many things that I don't know.
Finally, though, I felt his body shudder and his legs tighten and I knew I was going to have his liquid. It happened, too. I was very happy. I was afraid that I had not been doing the right thing for him.
Then he said that we really had to get going, but that soon we would be back together again. I believed him at that time, but I don't really think that he meant it.
Only the next day he left the village. No one was certain as to where he was going. Somehow, he just seemed to disappear. I have not seen him since. His parents worry about him, but they don't know what to do either.
But it was just about that time that my brother returned. We were all so glad to see him. Especially me. There was only one problem. He brought a wife with him. She was very young and very pretty, but people in the village resented her, and I am sure that she was not happy here.
Our village is very strange. We have lived alone so long that I don't think anyone who came here to live could be really at home. While my brother's wife was here, I had nothing to do with him, of course. I would smile at him sometimes and I tried to be good to his wife, but when he would put his hands on me or try to kiss me, I would turn away.
I felt that if he had not been satisfied with me--and that he needed to take a wife--my own pride would not permit him to be familiar with me again. I think it was jealousy. I'm not sure. But I did not understand why he had brought a wife back to our village.
It did not last very long. I believe that the villagers made it so hard for her that she just felt obliged to go away. I cannot say that for sure, of course. But she did leave. The strange thing is that my brother did not even seem to care. How can a man lose his wife and not even care? Then it all started again. My brother found me alone in our hut one day and he began making love to me. At first I resisted. I thought of him then a very cold man who had let his wife go without even trying to get her back. In a way, I was angry with him, even though I had not liked his wife that much.
But I found that I could not resist him. After all, he had taught me everything I know and he had been my first real lover. It's hard to reject such a man.
He asked me to slip away with him to the inner parts of the jungle. At first, I refused. I was trying to keep my pride. But he knew that I would come. I think that he always knew that I loved him a great deal.
I let him go on ahead. I had really not made up my mind at that time that I would join him. Still... I knew I would. I had to.
After a while, I could wait no longer. I knew the place my brother would be. It was "our" place in the jungle. We had been there many times before.
When I arrived there--it is deep in the heart of the jungle where no one ever goes--my brother was lying there completely naked. At the sight of his body I grew hungry with lust. I wanted him. I hated myself for it, but I wanted him terribly.
I knelt down beside him and he opened his eyes. Then he reached up and put his arms around me and pulled me down to the ground. We kissed passionately. It had been such a long time since we had been in each other's arms that I almost swooned at the sensation. At that moment, I knew that he was my master--I was his victim.
At first, there was a strange silence between us. Neither of us said a word. Then I began crying. I asked him why he had taken a wife. I told him how much that had hurt me.
Like most of the men in our village, my brother doesn't talk much. He simply said that he had married because at the time he believed that he should attempt a different kind of life. But then he told me, I will never forget this, that he had never stopped loving me, even when he had his wife.
Sometimes, it is very difficult to understand men. I mean, all the time we were talking, his cock was getting harder, its flaccid form starting to bulge bigger and bigger. Is that how men think?
The next thing I knew, he was pushing my mouth down to suck him. I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to.
It had been a long time since I had sucked my brother's huge form. I knew that from that moment on I wanted only him, I did not want another man. I only wanted my brother and his beautiful cock.
Does this sound terrible to you? If it does, I am sorry. But, you must make of it what you will.
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It is not difficult to understand Pia's calloused attitude toward men under the circumstances. The reader will find this a recurring theme throughout: the women of the village feel abused and used by the men; and, the men think of the women solely as objects of sexual pleasure. The women, particularly the younger women, tend to fear the men of the village, because of their lusts and frequent cruelty, although the older women are less intimidated because they have learned how to deal with the men. The men of the village appear, at times, to live only for sex. They boast of it freely and tend to judge one another by the frequency of coitus.
CASE NUMBER TWO
Jaspar, a thirty-six-year-old male, was one of the few residents of the village who actually volunteered his services. Most of the other residents waited to be approached; but, Jaspar walked of his own volition into our hut late one afternoon, and said that he thought he could be of some assistance to us. Our immediate reaction was to assume that he was looking for some special reward over and above that which had already been promised to the village as a whole. We soon discovered, however, that Jaspar was seeking medical help for what he considered to be his most serious sexual problem--he was an analist. The fact that all of his sexual contacts had been of an incestuous nature seemed not to bother him at all, which was understandable. After all, he had been subjected to incestuous unions exclusively for all of his adult life. But, anal intercourse was infrequent among the villagers; and, because of this, it was a matter of concern to him.
Like most relatively isolated people, who may have had only marginal contact with the sophisticated medical sciences of the 'civilized world,' Jaspar thought his problem could be solved simply by our administering a drug to him. When we informed him that a cure for a psychological problem involved extensive analysis and arduous work, both on the part of the analyst and the patient, he was quite disappointed; but, rather reluctantly, he agreed to stay and answer our questions anyway. A first person account of some of his encounters follows.
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Unlike most of the men in the village, I have a wife. We have never been married officially, but it is understood in the village that Mamie, my wife, and I have a kind of agreement to sleep only with each other and no one else. Mostly this is because we like the same thing. I don't like to fuck her in the pussy, only the ass. And because she wants no children, she has learned to like this.
For a long time, though, I have had a great longing to have sex with some of the other girls in the village. But because I only like to give it to a broad in the ass, I was afraid to try making it with another girl.
One day, late in the afternoon, I was sitting outside the kitchen hut, feeling rather good, having spent all morning swigging our jungle brew. I was day dreaming about Jessie, a sassy little broad of only 15, who teases all of the men in the village. I was thinking about her cute ass, and how it bounces so delectably when she prances around doing her chores. The jungle sun was beating down, and I had pulled my sombrero over my eyes to protect them from the glare. Suddenly I heard Jessie's sassy little voice, almost as if in a dream.
"Is that all you ever do, you big lug, Jaspar? Everytime I see you, you are laying against this hut with a bottle of rum at your side, playing with that big cock in your pants."
I was embarrassed, because I did have my hand in my pants, and I had a huge bone on which I was playing with while I thought about Jessie's meaty ass.
I took my hand out of my pants, and pushed my sombrero back on my head and squinted up at Jessie who was standing over me, looking down at my cock and smiling. She could barely keep her tight, thin cotton blouse closed over her huge tits. She was wearing a skirt that looked as though it belonged to her little sister. It hardly covered the huge furry mound between her legs. Looking up without straining it wasn't hard to see her juicy box. Her blouse was wet with perspiration, and it wasn't hard to see big globes and tight nipples through the thin, damp cotton. It was almost like a dream come true. Oh, how I wanted to reach out and take those soft, round nipples in my mouth. I could have sucked on those boobs all morning in the hot sun and never tired of it.
(At this point, the interviewer asked Jaspar exactly what his familial relationship to Jessie was.) I know that her mother is my sister, Juanita; but, because Juanita sleeps around so much, it is difficult to say who the father is. (Then smiling and shrugging, he added:) For all I know, she may very well be my daughter; although, I prefer to believe that she is not.
She was staring at my crotch so hard her mouth began to water. I knew now that I would have no trouble making her. So, I grabbed her by the legs, and she forward landing on top of me. Quickly grabbing her shoulders, I rolled her over on her back; and, pressing my mouth to hers, I thrust my tongue down her throat. She squirmed, trying to break away. But, I held her tightly, shoving my tongue deeper in her mouth, grinding my hips feverishly against her pelvis.
I could feel her mound throbbing against my cock. I started 'dry fucking' her, all the while sucking on her lips and tongue.
She began to calm down, as I knew she would. Broads like her always play hard to get until they are gotten. Soon, she was running her slender hands up and down my back, returning my caresses with her own passion.
My hands slipped off her shoulders and slid down her sides to her hips. My fingers dug under her until I was clutching the plump rounded cheeks of her ass in my hands. As I kneaded the soft flesh with fingers, she wiggled and pressed closer to me. "Ah," I thought, "here is a girl after my own heart."
I felt the bulbous weight of those giant tits pressing against my chest, and I could wait no longer to taste them in my mouth. I pulled my hands out from under her; and, reaching up, I grabbed the neck of her blouse and ripped it open. Her lush, ripe boobs tumbled out in all their glory in the bright light of day. I brought my mouth to them as quickly as I could. I lapped and sucked those succulent mounds like some sort of crazed animal. I shoved one of the nipples in my mouth, and chewed on that delectable bit of flesh until it became hard and firm. Then I did the same with the other until I brought it to full erection too. Then, I pulled my head back, and gazed with admiration at those two taut little points protruding so proudly from the ends of her tits.
I was already fumbling with her skirt when she raised her hand to stop me. "Whaa?" I asked, surprised that she'd had enough so soon.
"I can not let you fuck me," she said apologetically. "It would not be wise now; I'm having my period."
"Oh," I said smiling, thinking it all too good to be true, "let's go into the forest; and, I will show you how much pleasure I can give you without fucking you."
At first, she was suspicious; but, after only thinking about it for several seconds she agreed.
I stood up, and straightened my dong in my trousers. It was so hot and hard by now that it hurt. I was sure it would go limp again until it felt the insides of her tight little ass.
I helped her to her feet and waited several seconds while she pulled her blouse together as best she could. Then taking her by the hand, we stole away together into the forest.
I was taking her to a favorite spot of mine by a brook about a quarter of a mile from the village. It was a spot I had not been to in years. It was a favorite place of Mamie and me when we were--I guess you can say--courting. It is dark and cool by the brook because the jungle sun can not pierce the dense forest roof. It is also very peaceful--one hears the chatter of monkeys in the distance and the calls of jungle birds. The brook babbles and the air is heavy with the sweet fragrance of jungle flowers.
When we got to the clearing next to the brook, without turning to look at me, Jessie began to undress. First, she unbuttoned her torn blouse and let it drop to the ground. Then, she untied the string that held up her tiny skirt and it too tumbled to the ground about her feet. Stepping out of it, she turned to face me. I have never before in my life seen such beauty. She looked like Takura, goddess of the jungle. Her skin was tight and smooth. Her arms and legs were long and slender. Her thick brown hair fell about her smooth narrow shoulders like the cascading waters of the great falls in Buana Land bathe the soft stones at its base. Fleecy ringlets of hair began just below her navel and thickened to a luxurious patch covering that beautiful mound between her legs.
Eagerly I pulled off my shirt and dropped my trousers. My huge cock sprung up, happy at last to be free and so close to such beauty. Jessie gazed wonderingly at my throbbing piece of meat. Since I had, more or less, restricted my sexual activities to fucking only Mamie in the ass, none of the women in the village were aware that mine was the largest cock among all the others.
"What are these pleasures you boast of you old fraud you?" she asked sassily.
"I will show them to you in time," I said; "but, first I want you to suck this gigantic piece of meat, if you can fit it in your mouth."
"Ha, how boastful you are, Jaspar," she said. "I can take it all down my throat without even trying; after all, I am not a child as you have probably noticed. But first," she said smiling, "I want you to do something for me."
I was delighted to find this sweet young thing so eager. I knew that there were untold pleasures in store for me and quickly agreed to do whatever she wanted.
"You must lay on your back," she said.
I quickly lay down on the ground, eager for whatever would follow.
Jessie came over to me and straddled me in "sixty-nine" fashion. As she lowered her warm wet mouth over my throbbing cock, she shoved her ass in my face. It was almost too good to be true. Sticking her tongue out, she ran it in circles around my blood-engorged cock. I shivered in ecstasy, feeling the soft flesh of her tongue running across the sensitive stretched skin of my meat. Then, she suddenly shoved her mouth all the way down. I thrust my hips upward and felt my cock drive deep into her throat.
"Ahhhh!" I mumbled, savoring the pleasure building in my loins. Her mouth was so warm and soft; it felt almost like a cunt. Her head bobbed up and down on my meat; and, each time she went down she seemed to draw my pulsing pecker deeper into her throat.
I gripped her ass with both my hands and spread her soft, white virgin cheeks apart, and gazed lovingly at her pink, puckered asshole. Light brown hair traced the area between her spread cheeks to the edge of her sphincter. I wondered what the sphincter would taste like, I touched it tentatively with my tongue. Finding it to be clean, I pressed my lips against it and drove my tongue up her ass.
Jessie moaned and wiggled her ass. She liked the feel of my tongue spreading the walls of her ass. I knew it would not be long before I was spreading these soft walls with my huge cock instead of my tongue. Then she would find out what it really means to be fucked by a man.
For the time being, however, I satisfied myself with licking and sucking that glorious hole. It was slightly musky and pungent with sweat--it tasted good. I almost couldn't believe how good it tasted. And all the while I ate her ass, she continued to suck my cock. As I got more and more excited, I thrusted my hips upward with greater force and began lashing my tongue up and down her anal cleavage, by and by driving it deep in her anal canal.
Her moans and whimpers excited me, spurring me on. I pressed my tongue deeper and deeper into her hole. And soon, when her ass was completely relaxed, I knew she was ready to take my cock. I wanted to shove my meat into the hole I was piercing with my tongue. I wanted to shove it deep inside of her, and to feel her ripe body melting into mine. I wanted to feel the soft warm walls inside her ass wrap around my cock.
Finally, I could wait no longer. I pushed her off of me; and, when she landed on her stomach on the ground next to me, I threw myself on top of her. My cock was pressed against the cheeks of her ass. I didn't want to give it to her right away. I wanted to hear her beg for it first.
"Do you want it, baby?" I asked her gruffly, knowing she did.
"Oh, yes, yes," she whimpered. "Give it to me. Oh, please, please give it to me."
My cock was glistening with her spit. I moved into position and she raised her ass slightly, she was so eager for it.
"Fill me," she pleaded almost inaudibly. "Fill me! Oh, fill me with the great big cock of yours." She was almost hysterical now.
I placed the tip of cock on her hole and started to push forward slowly. I felt her ass open and the head of my cock slipped in slowly. Once the head was in, I stopped pushing. I wanted to savor every minute of that first entry. But, she was panting hard. She wanted it. I mean, really wanted it.
She began wiggling her ass again to let me know she wanted more. I began pushing my cock deeper, feeling the soft moist walls of her ass open to allow my cock in. But, I was pushing to slowly--she wanted it all right then. She pushed her ass up and my cock rushed in. The sensation was almost too much for me--it felt so great I almost came at once. She screamed with pain. She'd never had such a big tool inside of her before. But, in spite of the pain, she kept wiggling her ass trying to bury my cock deeper and deeper.
She fell flat on her stomach again and tightened her sphincter muscles around my shaft. I pulled my cock back a little and she tried to hold deep inside of her by tightening her sphincter muscles still more. I managed, nevertheless, to pull several inches of my meat out of her hole; and then, with all my might I thrust my hips forward. She let out a scream of pain that I'm sure must have been heard all the way back to the village.
She was completely open now and all mine. As I pinned her to the ground, I began humping her--slowly at first, and then, faster and faster. Everytime I thrust my hips forward she let out a little whimper.
My nuts were swinging wildly between my legs as I kept ramming her. I dug my hands under her and clutched her boobs tightly with my fingers, digging into her flesh.
"Your hurting me," she screamed. "Stop! Oh, please stop," she cried.
But, there was no stopping now. I kept pounding away at her.
"Come! Come! Oh, please come," she pleaded; "I can't take much more of this."
At that moment I felt the jism bubbling up from my nuts and shooting through my shaft. With one last giant lunge I screamed, "I'm coming. Oh, baby, I'm coming."
Jism shot from my cock buried deep in her ass. My body throbbed with spasms of ecstasy as wave after wave of jism shot into her hole, filling it and making it all mushy and soft.
After coming, I collapsed on top of her. I was at once exhausted and filled with pleasure. I lay on top of her as she continued to whimper.
Slowly, I pulled my limp bloodless pecker out of her ass, and got to my feet. As Jessie lay quietly crying on the ground, I dressed quickly.
"How could you?" she kept saying over and over again, mumbling the words into the ground.
I didn't feel guilty about it though. After all, she was nothing more than a little tease. I couldn't help feeling that she deserved everything she got. I just left her laying there, and made my way back through the jungle alone.
When I got back to the village, I slipped unnoticed to Mamie's and my hut. Mamie was cleaning and had her back to me when I entered the hut. Walking over to her and taking her buttocks in my hands, I gave them an affectionate squeeze.
Startled, she turned quickly and said, "What's come over you?"
"Wait and see," I replied, going over to the nightstand by the bed to pour a glass of water from the pitcher kept there.
"You look hot, Jaspar. Have you been running in the jungle?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I've been practicing."
"Practicing what?" she asked, moving over to the bed where I was sitting.
Grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her down next to me, I said, "I'll show you."
She struggled to be free, but I held her tightly, and pressing my mouth to hers, stifled her protests. She tried to fight back, but her very reluctance to make out fired me. I felt my cock itching, tingling and growing hard inside my trousers. I was pawing at her blouse as she kept striking out. She'd never been so violent before, so unwilling; and, I wondered if she knew what had happened earlier in the afternoon.
I soon decided that was impossible; and, I figured she was having one of her moods. Well, I didn't care. I knew what I was in the mood for; and, I intended to get it. I would get it even if I had to rip her clothes off and rape the shit out of her.
Pulling her blouse open I grabbed great fistfuls of her heavy jugs. Her breasts had grown huge in the past five years. They seemed almost twice as big now. Her nipples were reddish brown and swollen. They might have belonged to a woman twice her twenty-five years.
I had a fierce brutal desire to make her suffer. I clamped my teeth on one flaccid boob and chewed at her nipple as she lashed out at me. But, the longer I chewed, the weaker became her efforts to fight me off. Soon, she gave in to me all together.
Abandoning the breast I had been sucking on, I clamped my teeth down on the other. I shoved my hand up her dress and dug into her rich hairy mound with my horny fingers. She let out a tiny whimper--I'd hurt her once again.
I had to quell a sudden rage within me to really hurt her after she'd finally given in. She seemed no less a tease than that little slut Jessie.
Now she was as hot and excited as I was. She was breathing heavily into my ear and pressing her hips against my groin while gyrating her pelvis. I grabbed at the buttons on her dress. She pulled my fumbling fingers away with a free hand and began undoing them herself.
I could feel my cock stiff and rigid, arching straight up against my belly. It was as hot as fire and my nuts were heavy with my steaming manhood. I wanted to cream all over her. I wanted to show her I was still young and capable of giving her everything that a younger man could.
I had a distinct advantage over any younger man who might be attracted to Mamie, though--I knew what she liked more than anything else. Instead of concentrating on her cunt and making her little clit tingle and jerk violently from side to side, I reached between her legs and stuffed my fingers up along her along the crack of her ass.
"Uhmmmm, that feels good," she said as she felt the tips of my fingers exploring, moving slowly up and down the warm hairy cleft between her buttocks.
Ever since that afternoon, I wanted the taste of another ass, Mamie's ass, anyone's ass. I wanted to get down there and pull her legs apart. I wanted to rim her until she begged me to stuff my cock between those soft, ivory-fleshed mounds.
"Just relax, baby," I purred as I scraped my fingernails along her anal crevice and felt the swirls and puckers of her deep inverted asshole.
I stopped abruptly. I could wait no longer. I jumped to my feet and began tearing off my clothes. I instructed her to do the same. She obeyed my gruff command and began undressing meekly. Now and again as she undressed, she would give me a questioning sideways glance, her expression a mingling of fright and excitement.
Mamie had gotten her clothes off before me, and she lay back on the bed watching me. As she watched me, I couldn't take my eyes off her swollen mound, covered with tight brown curls glistening with perspiration. Even though she was big and almost cow-like, she was tempting. I couldn't wait to get down on my knees next to the bed, and tongue that dripping pussy and eat out that sweaty asshole.
In spite of my eagerness, I paraded in front of her for a while when I was completely naked, displaying my gigantic hard-on. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped. She'd never seen me so excited before. She'd never seen my cock so swollen and coursing with blood. If she hadn't been ready to take it earlier, she was sure ready now.
Swiftly, I bent down, and grabbing her ankles I threw her legs high in the air. My eyes were open wide as my tongue flicked at the coarse pubic hair that lined her cleft, and her light brown puckered hole.
I wanted to place my tongue on that hole. I wanted to savor the sweaty sweetness of her ass. I wanted to taste, probe and eventually penetrate that beautiful star between her buns with my tongue.
I held her legs in the air and pushed my eager face down between the cheeks of her bottom. She squirmed from side to side, loving every minute of it as I lashed her anal fissure with my hot tongue. In no time at all, my tongue was pushing down hard against the folds of her bottom-hole and she writhed even more frantically now.
"Don't stop. Oh, don't stop," she moaned. "I love it. Oh, how I love it."
Writhing in ecstasy, she inadvertently pulled her ass away from my tongue. But, I held her legs tightly; and, she gasped as I pulled her back into position. It was a big ass. It was a fleshy ass with a large hot hole. I'd opened it up good in the years we'd been together. But, she'd never enjoyed my eating her out before as much as this evening.
I shoved my tongue inside her rectum and the ecstasy of it caused her to scream. I circled and swabbed the walls of her ass with my tongue. In and out I flicked it, licking and ramming it down her rectum, tenderly biting her sphincter again and again.
By now, Mamie's ass was open wide--really wide. It was much wider than Jessie's hole, and I knew she would have no trouble taking my cock.
"I'm gonna fuck you," I said, pulling my head away and staring down at her as she lay on her back on the bed, her legs still raised in my hands. "I'm gonna open your ass like it's never been opened before."
I let go of her ankles and before she could drop her legs, I grabbed her arms and forced them up over her head. Then, I swung into place, shoving her legs apart with my thighs. She started struggling and screaming again, but I held her in a vise-like grip so she wasn't able to move, and pressed my mouth to hers to quell her screams.
I let go of one of her arms and she made no attempt to strike me. Boy! was she ready. I spit a good thick gob into the palm of my free hand and rubbed the spittle slowly up and down over my cock, rotating my hand over the swollen cock and moaning quietly. Then, when my cock was good and wet and lubricated so well that it would no doubt slip right up her already wet hole, I pushed her legs apart and struggled to get the head of my tool right up between the cheeks of her ass.
I felt the tip of my cock rubbing excitedly back and forth over the entrance to her hole. I shoved down hard, hoping that I'd aimed correctly. I wanted to give it to her all at once.
Oh, God! Feeling the walls of that soft ass open so easily, I nearly creamed in her right away. I probably would have too, had not her scream of pain nearly deafened me. I knew I was hurting her. But, I also knew that if I kept battering her, it would only be a matter of seconds before she forgot the pain and really got into the feel of my cock inside her.
Her asshole was bigger than Jessie's and much hotter. As I shoved my cock in all the way, it seemed to get lost between the great plump orbs of her ass. I shoved harder and harder. Each time I came down on her, my cock would stop just before my bristly pubic hairs reached her bottom. Taking a deep breath, I bore down with all my might and shoved that last half inch of cock right up her ass.
Then, I lay on top of her and sucked her tits with my wildly flicking tongue. I reached down and grabbed her cunt at the same time, twisting her clit between two fingers as I slowly began pushing my cock in and out of her ass again. I loved pushing my cock deep into her burning rectum. I loved the thought that I might be tearing her hole apart.
Mamie didn't like getting fucked in the ass all the time. But, her asshole was so much nicer than her cunt--I couldn't resist it. As I twisted my fingers in her cunt, she seemed to relax a little more. Her sobs were slowly transforming themselves to moans of pleasure. Who was she trying to fool ? She loved taking it as much as I loved giving it.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, I worked my burning throbbing cock and now my three fingers, in and out, in and out. I hammered my cock into her ass and shoved my three fingers deep into her gaping crimson gash. I tickled her clit with my thumb while I pressed my fingers into her pussy, well beyond the knuckles.
I didn't stop for a minute and suddenly she threw her legs high in the air so that I could penetrate her ass even deeper. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. "Let me feel that huge cock, you bastard! Let me feel it! " Plunging against her, grinding my hips against her flanks and shoving my fingers and cock in her holes, I felt my nuts swinging wildly between my legs. She reached around, almost reading my mind, and grabbed hold of my balls.
But, just at the moment I thought I was going to shoot, Mamie grabbed hold of my ass and probed along the crevice, trying to stuff her fingers into my crack. I felt her fingertips eagerly probing the central fissure, lined with coarse dark pubic hair.
As I pushed down hard with my cock and suddenly felt her using her sphincter muscles to grip the shaft of my buried cock, I knew I couldn't hold off shooting my load much longer. At that same instant, however, she jabbed a fingertip against my asshole, and I winced as she dug her nail against the soft flesh. But then, before I knew it, her finger was inside my hole and she was massaging my prostate. God! did that feel good. I didn't think I could hold back much longer.
I slammed my body against her, ramming my cock in and out with mounting fury. I could feel my balls tightening, squeezing my load to the fore. I could feel my jism boiling up through my thick shaft buried deep in Mamie's ass.
"Hold on, Mamie!" I screamed. "Hold on; it's coming, it's coming; I'm coming," I groaned. My entire body seemed as though it were being consumed by fire.
She screamed out as the first searing load creamed out, splattering the walls of her mushy rectum. I could almost see it hot and thick rushing down her bowels, filling her ass. My pulsating cock made me keep pumping involuntarily even though the friction was now unbearable. I was still moaning, shoving and plunging madly from side to side, in and out, as my orgasm continued, intense and overpowering.
At the same time, I felt my fingers get sticky with Mamie's pussy juices. She was coming too--whimpering and rolling from side to side as her climax took hold of her whole body.
With a single last burst of strength I pushed my sweat soaked body against hers, and held myself against her so tightly we nearly smothered one another.
"Oh, stop it! Stop it!" she screamed. "I can't take it any more. Oh, God! It's so good. So much come. Oh, God! I love you. Love you." And finally closing her eyes, she pulled her finger out of my asshole.
When the last thick pellets of cream had spurted out of my cock, and it had begun to go limp, I pulled slowly out of her ass and lay on top of her trying to catch my breath. I was exhausted but, at the same time, completely fulfilled.
* * *
It was common among the men of the village to boast of their sexual exploits among themselves. Since Jaspar had obviously been denied this opportunity because of the peculiar nature of his lusts, we sensed after he'd related the above to us, that it was not so much a feeling of guilt that prompted him to seek us out, but rather that he was looking for an opportunity to boast of virility. If he could find at least an outsider to listen, well then, so much the better for him. Even after we'd become aware of his ulterior motives, however, we continued the interview because it was still, nonetheless, an opportunity to discover something further about the bizarre sex life of the village. Jaspar's story continues below.
* * *
One night Mamie and I were sitting outside our hut with a bottle of rum and that little tart Jessie sauntered by with my son, Joseph. Joseph was a handsome boy--if I do say so myself--of 15. He lived with his mother, Mary; and, I rarely saw much of him.
In our village, the people are most attracted to persons they are most distantly related to. I suppose Joe liked Jessie because it was only rumored that I was her father--no one, not even I, can be certain that I am really her father.
Then, that little tart just sat down on the ground next to us and pulled Joe down with her. "Let us have some juice, too," she said. "We're old enough."
And before I could object, Mamie had handed that little slut the bottle. She and Joe both took healthy swigs from it.
The rum of our village--we call it "Jungle Juice"--is like rum you can get nowhere else. One swallow and your head starts spinning, and your tongue grows loose. Well, that little slut got snockered on one swallow and started telling Mamie and Joe about what I'd done to her in the jungle the week before. I was too drunk to care at the time though; so, I let her talk.
Mamie was pretty drunk too; and, she'd had her eyes on Joe's cock for some time. She told me it was bigger than mine. We used to fight about that all the time.
"Look how big little Joe is," she would say. "He's already got a bigger cock than you. Just imagine how big it'll be when he grows up."
All the while sassy little Jessie was telling that silly story about how she'd been raped in the ass, Mamie couldn't take her eyes off Joe's basket. And Joe was staring just as intently at Mamie's tits. I could see we were all going to have a good time this evening.
It was Joe who suggested that we go inside. Because it was such a hot night, he could have had only one thing on his mind. The only one who offered any objections was Jessie. But, I grabbed her by the arm and gave it a little twist, dragging her in after Mamie, Joe and I. Once inside, we all sat around drinking.
Pretty soon, Mamie jumped up, and walking over to Joe, she cupped her tits in her hands and pushed them in his face, laughing insanely. I turned to Jessie who was sitting next to me and put my arm around her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but I held her tightly. Pretty soon, she gave in too; and, she snuggled close and kept staring down at my crotch.
As Jessie stared at my cock, that limp bloodless pecker began to grow long and hard in my pants.
"What kind of things do you do with Jaspar?" Joe asked my Mamie as he hung onto her tits and kept kissing them through her blouse.
"Well, would you believe... " and she broke off, giggling and shaking from side to side.
It was obvious that Joe understood, especially after hearing Jessie's story.
Jessie was really turned on now. She'd apparently enjoyed that fucking I gave her in the jungle; because, before I had a chance to do anything, she'd placed her hand on my thigh. I felt my cock struggling and throbbing inside my pants. It wanted to get at that little tart in my arms.
Jessie edged her fingers closer to that gigantic piece of meat. I turned to her and saw her chest rising and falling as her breathing grew heavy, those nice round boobs jutting forward so proudly, eager to be touched, to be fondled and sucked.
Then, she let her hand slide down the inside of my thigh. She rubbed the tips of her fingers slowly against the bulge in my pants and I found myself shivering, tingling with excitement and anticipation.
"How would you like to take my nice big cock up your ass?" I asked her. Then I reached over and squeezed one of her tits. Instead of drawing away, as I'd expected from such tease, she began to toy and fondle my pecker. I must admit, I was a little disappointed--I like my women to struggle. It's more fun that way.
I looked over at Joe and Mamie on the bed. I was really surprised to see that Joe had Mamie's blouse off already and had his hungry lips pressed against her huge mellons as he forced her to lay back on the bed.
Mamie had already pulled Joe's cock out of his pants. It stood almost straight up. It was huge. And, as much as I hate to admit it, Joe's cock was almost a full two inches longer than mine and also much thicker. I'd only seen bigger cocks on horses. I took some pride in its size though; after all, he was my son.
Jealous of the good time they were having, I turned back to Jessie and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She grew more excited and pulled down my zipper, thrusting her hand inside my pants. I nearly came right then and there as she began to stroke the rigid piece of meat while I watched my son making out with Mamie.
Jessie's tits stood up proudly. They seemed larger and firmer than I'd remembered them from that time in the jungle. I bent forward and licked them from the top of her chest down to the two little hard pink points that were her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned softly, fondling and stroking my cock with long insistent pulls.
I was impatient to hold all of her naked body in my arms. I wanted to feel her soft, little girl's flesh pressed to mine. Abruptly, I grabbed the waist of her skirt and with one swift yank, pulled it down to her knees, exposing her dark hairy mound with its two large pouting red cunt lips framing the inside of her hole. As I bent forward and pressed my lips and tongue to this crimson slash, I pulled her skirt the rest of the way off. Then taking my fingers and pulling apart the outer ragged-edged folds of pussy flesh, I thrust my tongue in her hole. It tasted almost salty from perspiration but that didn't bother me. I continued sucking at her hole, licking up those musky juices while loosening her pussy lips with my tongue at the same time.
Jessie said nothing--she did not protest like the first time--as she fumbled with my pants. She made me lift my ass slightly off the floor, so that she could pull my pants down and off more easily. In a minute, both of us were completely naked and swung around on my side so that she could suck on my cock. But instead, she attacked my ass first.
Just as I felt her tongue lipping between the muscular hairy cheeks of my quivering ass, with her head buried between my legs and my own lips glued to her smelly cunt, I glanced across the room to see what Joe and Mamie were up to.
I've got to hand it to Joe; for such a young kid, he sure knew how to handle himself with women. He's a chip off the old block. He had Mamie sitting on his lap with her back against his chest. He had his arms around her from behind. With one hand he was kneading her tits, and the other hand he had buried in her crotch. He was stuffing his clenched fingers in her cunt. He'd buried his hand in her bloody hole all the way up to his knuckles.
Mamie was moaning and rocking back and forth on Joe's huge cock which he'd already shoved up her ass. As Mamie gyrated her fleshy bottom on Joe's manhood, he called across the room to me, "Say, this broad ain't bad."
I smiled, wondering what it felt like as I turned back to Jessie, who was still lashing my asshole with her hot little tongue. I rubbed my cock between her tits and she used one hand to fondle my nuts and the base of my shaft. I lashed her pussy with my tongue furiously, finally pulling her legs apart and swabbing her entire anal and vaginal fissure. Pressing my face deep between her legs, she moaned and called out for more.
"Eat it! Eat it, you bastard!" she screamed.
I had my tongue to her asshole already. I took a good long look at that small pink sphincter. Then I started licking and sucking it. She almost went mad, wiggling her tiny buttocks from side to side, begging for more.
It was then, as I turned once more to see my son shoving his pecker in and out of Mamie's fat ass, that I felt I was ready to really give it to Jessie.
Spinning round, I grabbed hold of her and threw her over on her stomach. I pulled her waist up so that she was resting on her forearms and knees. Her almost virgin ass stared up at me, inviting me to ravish it. M cock was already wet with her spit, and I wasn't about to waste anymore time.
Holding her around the waist, she turned her head to look back at me and to maneuver her ass into position to take my fat cock. I spread her soft fleshy buttocks apart and leaned forward. Taking my time, I pushed the head of my swollen cock slowly up her pink puckered hole.
My first shove lodged the head of my pecker inside her rectum and she wiggled her ass, thrusting it back at the same time, trying to get it all at once. Jessie's ass was so hot and tight, I thought the veins in my cock would burst from the pulsing, the heat and the pressure.
Slowly, I pushed forward again, shifting my weight to my hips for greater thrusting force. And holding her steady, even as she tried to push back and impale herself on my cock, I shoved forward. I watched excitedly as more and more of my thick shaft disappeared slowly into her ass.
I could tell she'd been planning for some time to get fucked up the ass by me again because she alternately tightened and relaxed her sphincter muscles as my cock slid in. That's the technique of a pro. When my shaft was buried in her rectum right up to my coarse black pubic hairs, it felt so good, I just wanted to leave it in there forever.
But, she wanted action; so, I pulled my cock out slowly. She squirmed trying to hold it inside. "Don't worry, baby," I cooed; "you'll get it all again." And with that I shoved it all the way in again with all the force I could muster.
I began pushing it in and pulling it out with a quickening rhythm. My nuts banged briskly against the backs of her legs as she worked with me. The two of us rocked back and forth on the floor like a couple of dogs as I heard, from across the room, the sounds of two people in the throes of ecstasy as they are about to come.
I turned to watch them without interrupting the fierce rhythm of my thrusts, always shoving every last inch of my cock up Jessie's ass. Watching Joe and Mamie got me even more excited. Joe had my Mamie on her back, holding her legs in the air as he kept pushing his meat into her ass. Mamie was clawing the air with her hands and screaming her delight.
I'd never seen her so excited before, not even the first time we'd fucked that way. And Joe just kept ramming it into her as she screamed for more.
Joe was roaring like a bull as he kept battering that fat ass. And then, my wife started coming, creaming hotly and moaning, sobbing and whimpering as Joe finally called out, "You fat cow, you. Motherfuck! I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna fill your bottom with cream. Fill it, fill it!" he roared. The suddenly, shaking and twisting spasmodically as his face contorted and the two of them cried out together, he let go of his load. Then he collapsed on top of her, and the two of them lay there breathing heavily.
I redoubled my attacks on Jessie's tight bottom. I was fired up, ready for anything; and, I slammed into her with a fierce urgency again and again. I didn't think I had the energy to hold out much longer.
Slipping one hand beneath her, I probed her pussy and the crisp pubic hairs were covered with cunt juice. She was covered with sweat as she threw her ass back to meet everyone of my thrusts halfway. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I had to cream, to shoot my sweet hot load up her tender little ass.
"Hold on!" I screamed, feeling my load getting ready to explode from my cock. "I'm coming! Creaming, creaming," I screamed. And my jism spurted out hot and thick, flooding the inside of her ass.
Her sphincter muscle began wildly tightening and relaxing. It was as though she was trying to milk every last drop of jism from my already shrinking cock. I was trembling and shivering, spurting like a fire hose out of control. My head was reeling. I collapsed on top of her forcing her to fall hard against the floor. I couldn't move and neither could she. We were both trying to catch our breath.
* * *
Jaspar, of course, was an analist and this seemed to bother him more than the fact that, not only were all his sexual encounters anal, but they were also incestuous. Although we informed him when he first approached us that we couldn't offer him any psychiatric assistance, because we were not in his village to provide medical assistance, but merely to study the cultural life of the village, he, nonetheless, consented to continuing the interviews. His un-hesitant agreement to be interviewed, in spite of the fact that we could be of no immediate help to him, led us to believe that he had approached us merely for the opportunity to boast of his sexual exploits to an outsider. This conclusion would later prove warranted because it was consistent with the attitude of the men in the village. When they were not indulging in sex, they were boasting of their sexual excesses.
CASE NUMBER THREE
The Brown women of Curtisville learned of sex early in life. Although Pia's experiences at such a tender age were typical, still the women of the village rarely saw eighteen years of age without having experienced coitus. Lea, our third case study, was only sixteen years old when she was rudely awakened to the facts of her existence. s Lea's case is interesting for two reasons. First: she is the only member of the Brown family who had been able to establish contacts outside of Curtisville. Second: hers was the only case of actual rape that we were able to uncover.
Once a Brown woman reached adolescence, she began to accept the sexual role she was expected to play in the community. She was accorded neither the benefits of marriage or husband, but was expected to offer herself freely to any man who expressed a sexual interest in her.
Lea's greatest desire in life was to leave Curtisville and marry a man on the "outside." To this end, Lea had established a relationship with a young man who lived in a small village beyond Curtisville. In the early hours of dusk, she would steal away into the jungle and meet with this young man by the river. One evening, she was followed by her brother, Pedro, to her meeting place. When Pedro discovered Lea by the river with her suitor, he drove the intruder off and chased Lea back to the village and made her affair known to the rest of the family, and never missed an opportunity after that to chide her for what he considered to be her "betrayal."
Also, toward the end of a marriage beyond the family, Lea was determined to protect her virginity. She realized that if she ever hoped to marry outside the family, that she would have to avoid the stigma of "devil person" and present herself intact to her husband. And although criticized by the other members of the family, she continued her liaisons outside the village. Returning to the village after a secret rendezvous later than was usual one evening, she walked into the midst of one of the Brown men's periodic drinking bouts.
During these all night drinking binges at which the men would imbibe a heady local brew, a crudely distilled rum that could easily prove lethal to the uninitiated, crazed by liquor the Brown men often became violent. They would fight among themselves and menace the women and children of the village. At such times the women would retire earlier than usual, locking themselves in two of the larger huts with the children to escape the men's brutality.
All the men had gathered to watch a fight between two brothers when Pedro spied his sister sneaking into the village. What follows is Lea's first person account of the events of that evening as they unfolded.
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Pedro saw me sneaking around the huts, trying to creep unnoticed to the huts of the other women. lie called to me, but I pretended not to hear. Instead of going to him, I ran for the locked huts and he began chasing me. I knew he would catch me before I was able to get inside one of the huts and lock the door behind me. So, I ducked into one of the grain sheds, hoping that he had not seen me do so.
I hid among the bags of grain for several seconds before he came into the shed. I cursed myself for being so stupid, because now I was trapped.
He called to me in a drunken voice. "I know you are in here, Lea," he said. "Come out; there is no use hiding."
I stepped from behind the bags of grain and confronted him. "Pedro," I said, "please let me go. I will come to you in the morning and we can talk then. I am sorry that I went to meet my friend again, even though I promised not to."
Pedro just stood glaring at me. The light of the jungle moon poured through the open door and was at his back. I could not see his face; only his eyes, glowing in the dark with the fires of a thousand jungle beasts.
"I told you never to go into the jungle in the evening without me," he said.
I did not answer. I was frightened. I knew that he intended to punish me. I tried to force my way past him. I thought that if I were unable to make it to the safety of one of the huts where the other women of the village were, that I might at least escape into the jungle, and return after the men had fallen asleep.
As I tried to push past him, he grabbed me and shoved me back into the corner of the shed. He smiled evilly, and said, "So, I am not good enough for you. You prefer the pussy-men of the other villages to me. Well, I will show you what it is like to have a real man."
I knew then what it was that he intended to do. I tried to make him understand that I didn't want to have sex with him, but he wouldn't listen. He just kept moving slowly toward me, shuffling through the grain on the floor. When Pedro was drunk, he was like a madman, and there was no reasoning with him.
He grabbed for my blouse, and I jumped back, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor of the shed. As he fell, he struck out at me causing these scars on my neck.
All of the men of the village behave like this when they are drunk. They have no respect for the women when they want sex. I guess maybe that's unfair; some of them are more kind. But, Pedro is not one of the gentle ones.
He lay on the floor thrashing in the grain and cursing me. He reeked of rum so badly; it almost made me sick.
I was backed into the corner. There was no way to escape. I knew if I tried to reach the door, he would grab my leg, and pull me down with him. I prayed that he had had so much to drink he couldn't get up again. I screamed for help, but it was no use. No one could hear me above the noises of the fight outside. And my screams were only making him more angry. He called me names I never heard anyone called before.
"You dirty whore," he shouted. "You fucking bitch; I will make you suck my cock, and when you are choking on my scum, I will ram my cock into your virgin pussy. I will break the hole and make it so ugly no man will ever want you."
I knew that my only hope to escape would be through reasoning with him. "Please, Pedro," I said. "You are too drunk to know what you are doing. I am not ready for this. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what you have done. I won't tell anyone that you tried to force this on me. Just let me go. Please."
I was so stupid; this was the wrong thing to say. All of the women feared Pedro when he was drunk. Pedro liked this; he liked to be feared. Pedro thought it was right for a woman to fear a man. He thought that the only way a man could enjoy sex, was if he forced a woman.
He lay in the grain glaring at me and saying nothing. The only sound he made was that of his heavy breathing. Like a wounded beast he lay, breathing heavily and glowering at me crouched in the corner.
My neck was bleeding and my breasts hung from my torn blouse. He just lay waiting until I had exhausted myself with my pleas, my sobs, and my fright. Then he began to crawl forward like a clumsy beast. I closed my eyes tight; I did not want to witness the moment when I would lose what I had guarded for so long. I closed them so tightly I saw stars. I prayed to be struck dead before he reached me, not because sex with my brother seemed so awful, but because the only thing that I could give a man on the outside to prove that I was not one of the "devil people" was soon to be taken from me. I thought how hopelessly stupid it was to think that I could save myself for my husband in such a village as this. For me, this was the moment of doom. After this evening I was destined to spend the rest of my life serving the animal lusts of men of our village.
I crouched in the corner, thinking these thoughts, and dreading the moment when I would feel his rough hands on my tender flesh. When it came, I winced. I felt his massive hand close on one of my exposed breasts. His thick, dirty nails dug into my breast and I tried to withdraw further into the corner. He began calling me names again.
"You dirty, little, smelling whore. You scum bag. You think that your own brother is not good enough to touch you. You would rather have those silly little pussy-men in the next village lick your pink hole and play with your ass. Well, I will show you what it is like to be fucked by a real man, and then you will never want to lay with your girl-faced pussy-men again."
His hand closed more tightly on my breast. I screamed, but my screams were no longer cries for help; they were cries of pain. Pedro only laughed. The greater the pain became, the more I screamed, and the more I screamed, the more viciously he tightened his grip on my breast. I thought that I would surely die from the pain alone. I thought that my breast, which had never been touched by a man before, would be torn from my body. I really believed this. It sounds silly to me now; but, when I was young, and my innocence...
Then he seemed to pull himself toward me by his grip on my breast. Then, with a single powerful lunge, he threw himself on top of me. I fell back into the corner, striking my head, losing consciousness for several seconds.
When I awoke, his full weight was on top of me, and now, I too, was sprawled on the floor. I was on my back. My head throbbed, and my neck ached because I had wrenched it in the fall. I was dizzy, and in the dark, not fully aware of what he was doing.
His head was buried in my chest and his massive hand was clawing at my sex. His fingers were trying to dig into my sex through my skirt, and he was tearing at my breasts with his teeth.
As he tore at my breasts with his teeth, stopping from time to time only long enough to gasp a breath in the stifling, musky air on the floor of the shed, I hoped only that what I was powerless to prevent would be over quickly.
After many agonizing minutes of his clawing at me with his fingers and tearing at me with his teeth, he stopped and rose to his knees, straddling my waist. I was almost overcome with relief; I thought he finally realized what an awful thing it was that he was doing. But, my relief was premature. He grabbed the neck of my torn blouse with his burly, tattooed hands, and then threw himself backwards, tearing the blouse from my body and losing his balance, toppling onto the floor next to me. For several seconds, he lay there panting. His whiskied breath was steaming on my arm. Then he rose to his knees once more, and grabbing the waist of my skirt, he began tearing it to shreds too.
"Please, Pedro, please," I pleaded, "this is my best skirt. What will I wear on Sundays? You may have it," I sobbed. "I'll take it off, but please don't tear it."
He only grunted, continuing to tear it until he pulled it off my body, and tossed the shreds aside. I rolled my head to the side in the grain on the floor to see how badly my skirt had been damaged. I saw the skirt lying in a shredded heap by the door, reflecting the light of the moon.
How silly we girls are sometimes. Here I am being raped by my brother, having yet to lay with a man, and all I can think about is whether I'll be able to mend my skirt for Sundays. It might just as well have been my soul lying by the door, reflecting the ghostly light of the jungle moon, because for the first and only time that evening I cried real tears.' Not tears of fright or pain, but tears that spoke a sense of hopeless loss.
As I cried, Pedro buried his fingers in my sex; not just one of them, but all the fingers of his right hand. He pushed all of them deep into my sex. There was a rush of blood. I felt it running down my leg, and I doubled up with pain. A knot grew in my stomach and rushed up through my body exploding from my mouth.
Pedro only laughed. He said, "So, I really do make you sick, do I, my little chicken?" He continued to press his hand into my body, twisting it, ever twisting his hand to bury it deeper and deeper.
I thought he was mad. I thought he wanted to rip my body open.
As he continued forcing his hand deep into my body, he bit my nipples. He pulled at my nipples with his teeth, and I thought that he must surely be trying to tear them from my body. I thought that he was trying to rip them from my body and swallow them.
Then his passion and anger seemed to disappear. He stopped digging at my sex, and pulled his fingers from my hole. I felt the walls of my pussy close, leaving in place of the unbearable pressure an even more sickening feeling of emptiness. He mumbled something, and rose drunkenly to his feet.
I became more frightened at that moment than ever before. I thought that withdrawing his hand, and finding it covered with blood, he was apologizing for ripping my hole open beyond healing. I pressed my eyes tightly closed again, and prayed to God to not let this be true.
It was only when I heard Pedro fumbling with the buckle of his belt that I dared to open my eyes again. I knew that, even in his drunkenness, if he was not so horrified by the damage he had done that he thought he must stop, then I could not be hurt as badly as I feared.
I opened my eyes, and looked up at his form, towering over me in the shadows. The moon had climbed higher in the sky, and flooded the shed with more light, silhouetting his huge body. Pedro had already removed his shirt and unfastened his belt. The cold light of the moon bathed his back. The muscles, rippling across his chest and arms seemed almost to dance in its ghostly light. He started to lower his trousers, but his huge cock prevented them from falling easily to the floor. When he finally tugged them over his cock, that massive organ sprang upward, almost dancing over my body. His trousers tumbled in folds about his ankles.
Instead of bending to free his legs from the trousers, Pedro tried to kick free of them.
I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock as it bounced with every effort he made to be free of his pants. I had seen the men of our village naked many times. I had seen them down by the river playfully tugging at each others' dongs in the water while bathing. And occasionally, I have walked into the huts in the early hours of morning, when the men have kicked free of the sheets, and I have seen them with their cocks rising proudly toward the heavens. Always then, I turned away quickly, daring not to look, because those cocks invited my touch. They were evil, but I wanted to hold them, and caress them. But now, I could look without a sense of guilt. It no longer mattered. It no longer mattered, because I no longer had my purity to protect. And I knew, from this moment on, whenever I saw a cock again, I would want to have it in me.
Pedro finally gave up trying to kick his pants off; and he sat on the floor and pulled them off. Then he crawled on his hands and knees over to my body and put his mouth to my sex. I felt his tongue darting in and out of my bloody hole. I was surprised that his tongue seemed to fill as much of me as his hand had.
I wanted to touch his cock as he licked away the blood. I had never been close enough to one of the men before to do this. My fingers itched to hold this hot cylinder that could at once give me so much pleasure and so much pain. The lush tangle of thick, black, sweat saturated hair that encircled his sex with tight black curls that climbed almost to his navel, invited my touch. I fought the urge to touch it though. I was determined not to let Pedro enjoy this any more than I could prevent.
He lifted his face from my pussy, and taking my arms in his hands, he pinned them to the floor above my head. Then he threw himself on top of me. His heavy body came crashing down on top of mine and because this knocked the wind out of me, it was several seconds before I realized that his huge cock was buried deep inside my body.
Somehow, having his cock deep inside of me, made me forget his brutality and how much I hated him. As he pumped his hips up and down, my hole no longer hurt. All I could see in my mind was his cock sliding in and out of my hole, slippery with my blood and juices. Pedro no longer seemed to matter. All there was now was his cock; and I lost myself in the ecstasy of that sensation.
He thrust it in, and pulled it out slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Earlier I had cursed his roughness, but now I wanted him to push his cock into me as hard as he could. I wanted to feel his huge, throbbing cock filling my body.
I did not think as I began to move in rhythm with his thrusts, that I was not now, only allowing, but actually enjoying what I had fought so desperately to prevent.
Then Pedro moaned, and I felt my hole filling with his come as his muscles tightened and relaxed alternately in the uneven spasms of that glorious moment. My body filled with his seed, with his manhood. For the first and only time in my life I felt something for Pedro which could only have been love. That I loved him then, I am certain of. I loved him because he was the first one. I loved him because he had given me something for the first time. Later I would hate him for the same reason, resenting the loss of my innocence. I would hate him for depriving me of what I thought was my only chance to leave the village. But, for that brief moment, I loved him and forgave him his passions and his cruelty.
* * *
After the incident with Pedro, Lea resigned herself to a life of keeping the men of the village happy. And, while she did have sexual relations with Pedro subsequent to his attack, they were infrequent. However, after the attack, Lea, by her own choice, never saw the young man from "the other village" again. This occasioned a decrease in tensions surrounding her relations with the rest of the family. Pedro rarely spoke unkindly of her again, mostly out of a sense of guilt; and, he ceased to chide her about her discontinued liaison.
During a second session with Lea, she related the circumstances surrounding her first sexual contacts with her father, Juan. Lea's father, Juan, is the same Juan who had seduced Pia. Although Lea and Pia had the same father, they were only half-sisters because they did not share a common mother. Lea's relations with her father occurred some three years after the aforementioned incident with Pedro. Her account follows.
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The thing with my father that I mentioned at the end of our last discussion happened when I was only nineteen. And although it had been some three years since I'd, I guess you can say, "been brought-out" into the sex life of the village, my father had not been altogether unaware of my new attitudes toward sex for those three years. In fact, he had approached me numerous times in search of sex, but I had always managed to avoid the issue, even though, I must confess, I was attracted to him. But in spite of what the others in the village did, for some reason I felt that sex with my father would be wrong.
Then, late one afternoon when I was down by the river where the women did the wash and where I used to meet with my love from the other village many years before, my father came upon me swimming. I did not see him watching me from the bushes until I'd gotten out of the water and was drying my naked body with my dress. When I finally saw him, I started. Then, he smiled to assure me that he meant no harm and came out of the bushes into the open.
"I'm sorry, Lea," he apologized, "I don't mean to spy on you, but I couldn't help myself--you have such a lovely body. Can you forgive your father for marveling at his daughter's beautiful young body? It fills me with such pride," he added.
"And lust," I added unkindly and a bit too quickly.
"Please, please, Lea," he said, "I know you are not like the rest of us. I know you hate your life here, but please try to understand me. I have never had the chance to live any other way as you once did," he added, genuinely sympathetic. "I'm truly sorry for what we have done to you."
I was touched by his concern and his willingness to accept part of the blame for what Pedro had done. I apologized to him and sat down on the bank dangling my feet in the cool water, making no attempt to hide my nakedness.
Standing over me a few feet away, he said kindly, "You know, it has been a long time since I have swum in this river. I used to come here all the time when I was just a boy. I really love this place. It hold so many fond memories of my youthful days of innocence."
Then, as he began taking off his clothes--which frightened me for a moment, because I thought he wanted to fuck me--he said, "I think I will see how it feels to swim in this river again," allaying my initial fears.
After he had taken off all his clothes, I wanted to turn and see what he looked like naked, but I forced myself to continue looking down into the cool deep water.
He stepped into the water just a few feet from me and with a single expert motion, he dived deep into the cold water. I turned quickly to the spot where he'd disappeared beneath the surface. I became anxious for him when he'd been hidden by the waters for several seconds.
"Yiieee... " he screamed as he surfaced with a single lunge, leaping half-way above the water like a giant fish, "the water is as cold as I remember it."
Relieved that he was all right, I began to laugh and he laughed too.
"Ahhh... " he said as we both began to control our laughter, "so you can smile. I was worried about you, you know. For the last three years, I have watched you carefully--I was afraid that you'd forgotten how to smile, and I wanted desperately to make you laugh."
When he said that, I looked away sorrowfully, because our being here and his mention of the past made me think of my lost love, my lost chance for freedom, and that hideous night when Pedro attacked me.
He swam over to me and placed a hand on my knee. I started once again and he said to assure me, "Don't be frightened, my little bird. Is it so wrong that a father should want to touch his daughter? I want only happiness for you--please don't look so sad." I turned to face him again and looked straight into his eyes for a long time, I saw something that I'd never realized him or any of the other men of the village capable of before--tenderness. Fearing the moment, I impetuously said, "Father, make me laugh, please, make me happy. I want to love life again. I want to stop thinking of the past. I want to stop hating. Please help me."
His face broke into a smile, a conscious assurance of help, and he threw himself backward and did a flip in the water. Surfacing with that broad grin still on his face, his teeth gleaming in the sparse rays of the afternoon sun, he said, almost laughing, "I'll bet you didn't know you had a fish for a father."
Then, raising his arms and beckoning with his fingers he said, "Come. Come into the water; it's lovely. It's cool. It will make you feel better." Without thinking of what I was doing, I spread my arms and leaped into the water on top of him. We both went under laughing and when we surfaced we were still in each other's arms, still laughing. Like children, we played in the water for the rest of the afternoon. Swimming and diving, we played tag and did all the silly things I used to do with my lover when we met by the river.
Dusk in the jungle comes early because of the jungle's heavy leafy roof and in this soft light of early evening we climbed from the water and began drying on the bank of the river. As we moved about, drying and hunting our clothes, I brushed against him, and his giant cock caressed my thigh. He pulled away quickly, not wanting to offend me, I guess. What he had wanted earlier and I had seemed not to want, I was now eager for and he seemed hesitant.
Then, I did something impetuous, something that even surprises me to this day. I groped him, plain and simple, I just groped him. Feeling wanton, I grabbed hold of his cock and squeezed that enormous hard shaft; and then, laughing merrily, not quite accepting my own hot-blooded nature, I ran back to the water.
My father followed me and grabbed my shoulders before I had a chance to leap safely in the water and escape my own animal lusts. I turned in his arms and leaning forward, I threw my arms around his shoulders, pressing my lips to his. He held me tightly, thrusting his mouth against mine, slipping his tongue in and out between my lips.
I was overcome with excitement and I clung to him as I had clung to no man before. His strong powerful arms encircled me, drawing me up against him as he tongued me deliciously, his hot raspy tongue curling in and out of my mouth as I responded in kind, feeling his hard muscular sun-darkened body pressing against mine as he gently lowered me to the ground.
"I had my first woman when I was eleven," he told me, looking into my eyes. "Since then I have slept with many, many different women, but never with anyone as lovely as you."
All I could do was smile. How could I have overlooked so much tenderness? I asked myself. He was my jungle prince, come to take me off into the forest, to ravish me and make me his personal love-goddess.
Perhaps this is a bit thick, and I am romantic and silly, but this is how I really felt. I have never felt this way since.
Holding himself above me, he looked down and thrust out his tongue, licking my lips, sucking on my chin and then my neck. I was passive, letting myself do whatever he wanted. My father moved his mouth down on my neck as he sucked on my flesh, nibbling my skin gently and getting me more and more excited, he pressed his hands over the heaving mounds of my breasts, squeezing them lightly.
I shuddered from his touch and he rolled my nipples around between his thumb and forefinger, sliding down off of me, stretching his legs out on the mossy jungle carpet. Slowly, his hands traveled down over my breasts, fondling and caressing them. Then, he massaged my smooth rounded stomach and then crept almost cautiously to my snatch.
I moaned hotly as I felt the tips of his fingers rubbing against my pubic bush. Suddenly, he wrenched my legs apart and shoved his face down between my thighs, stuffing his mouth over my crotch.
I could feel his tongue dipping into my slit. I wanted him to rape me, I wanted him to take me brutally and violently as Pedro had done.
Perhaps he read my mind, or perhaps that was the way he was accustomed to making love, because he took me forcefully, gloriously.
"Oh yes, my sweet one, my little one," he whispered, gazing with narrowed tiger-like eyes at my naked, vulnerable and totally defenseless body. "You are luscious and you are mine." He chuckled to himself and I shivered, overcome with sexual desire. He looked at me and fucked me with his eyes, taking in every detail of my body as I spread my legs apart so that the outer lips of my vagina opened up to reveal its hot pink interior.
"I am going to give you what you want, little one. I am going to give you what you have asked me for," he said, his eyes fixed on my pussy, already damp and glistening with natural moisture.
And then, he rose without warning and stood over me like a great black god. His chest was deep black, covered with coarse tight ringlets of black hair which fanned out, covering his small pink nipples. His belly rippled like the ridges of a washboard above his lush thick patch of pubic hair. His huge cock rose out of this black foliage like a stiff python standing proudly between his muscular legs.
He stood rooted in his place, his legs spread apart, his arms crossed over his chest like a statue's. His muscles bulged unbelievably. Cautiously, I rose to my knees, weak with sexual desire and physical hunger.
Then, crouching in front of him in a position I assumed he thought was one of supplication and adoration, I stared up at my jungle prince.
I glanced up at his narrowed eyes. He was breathing hard, obviously quite aroused. Not able to wait another second, I flung myself at him, opening my lips wide, trying to cram his monstrously swollen organ inside my mouth.
"Yes," he said, stroking my hair. "Suck on it, make it get even harder and bigger and then, I'll give you what you want. I'll fill you with my seed until you burst, until you're so full you won't be able to walk."
Greedy, thirsty for a taste of his bronze flesh, I ran my tongue around the glans of his penis, probing the tiny slit of his piss-hole as if to suck up his juices. He shivered, and as I tried to get more and more of his massive erection in my mouth, I reached up and fondled his nuts, jiggling them up and down as cunt juices trickled down my legs, my excitement and sense of desire was so intense.
He began to pump his meat forward, trying to cram every last inch of his cock deep into my throat. It was so big that I nearly choked. I pulled away and then bore down on him again, running my hands up and down his thighs and around his groin. He shivered and I knew that he was responding, that he was getting more and more worked up, that soon I would have him forever.
Finally, he flung me off of him and to the ground, and then, swiveling around, he got down on the ground next to me. He grabbed my legs and buried his face between my moist and dripping thighs, and at the same time I stuffed his cock in my mouth.
"Eat me!" I screamed, as I licked and ran my tongue along his shaft that seemed an arm's length long.
His tongue was incredibly long and he used it to dive into my hole, rubbing it briskly up and down the slick moist walls of my vagina. He wrapped his tongue tightly around my clit until I begged him to stop--I couldn't take it anymore.
But, he didn't. He kept tonguing and sucking on my pussy, never stopping, his hips pumping down as he stroked into me, forcing me to suck on his cock. Harder and harder I sucked as I inhaled his musky scent of sweat and reached up and around to grab his buttocks. I pulled his firm, bronzed, muscled body against me until his hairy chest was rubbing over my belly and his pubic bush scraped fiercely between my boobs.
I was on fire. Shivers of pleasure and erotic delight coursed through my body and all I saw was cock, big black meat staring me in the eye as I tasted it, smelled it, felt it and clawed at his ass, pulling him down to me.
Then, I did something I had never had the urge to do before, nor even ever imagined myself doing. It was as if I wanted to experience him totally, to know every part of him. Slowly, I pulled away from his cock and began to suck on his nuts. They were heavy, filled with hot cream and he moaned loudly as he felt my lips and tongue working over his balls.
But then, I just kept on going. Even as his tongue dug all the way down into my pussy, I was already licking my way along his furrow at the underside of his scrotal sac. He shivered and trembled, pushing himself against me as my tongue worked its way between the cheeks of his ass.
"What are...?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. He trembled violently as I spread apart the cheeks of his ass and dug my tongue down into his damp and coarse-haired anal furrow. I kept sucking as he returned to my pussy, slowly sliding off of it and licking his way down my vaginal furrow.
He was going to rim me as well and I responded by relaxing totally as my tongue felt the puckers and creases of his brown asshole. I inhaled his scent, his manliness and heavy body aroma as the tip of my tongue worked its way in circles, swabbing his anus, as I alternately chewed on his coarse black hairs between the cheeks of his ass.
Meanwhile, he had found my anus and before I could do a thing--not that I wanted to stop him--he had jabbed his tongue into my rectum.
I screamed out in passion as I felt it entering, stretching the sensitive skin wide as he began to tongue and moisten my dry rectal walls. His excitement and growing lust was evidenced by the way his cock twitched as it rubbed up and down between my breasts.
I poked my tongue in and out of his anus, tickling and exciting his prostate as he rubbed his body against me, grinding down hotly until I thought his cock was like a crowbar, so hard and rigid that it seemed to press against my bones.
"Do it now!" I suddenly begged, unable to control myself. "Fuck me! Fuck me before I go insane!"
He swung around and rolled me onto my back with a single catlike movement. Hovering above me, his eyes glinting, he said, "You want it now?" in a whisper that sent shivers up my spine.
I nodded my head, looking down between his legs to where his cock rose up past his belly, swollen and heavy, an arm of hot flesh which I burned to have inside of me.
My father, with his knees on the ground as they straddled my waist, just kept smiling down at me, showing two rows of perfect, large white teeth. Everything about him seemed oversize, his cock, his teeth, his fingers, even his virile presence. He reached down between his legs and took his massive organ in his hand. Still crouching on his knees, he wagged it before my eyes. Then, he bent lower and began to rub the huge fistful of cock across my vulva. It was one of the most incredible sensations I'd ever felt.
"Oh yes, yes," I kept moaning, my eyes fixed on his penis as it rubbed across my crimson gash, spreading apart my cunt lips until I felt the smooth blood-engorged head brushing my now stiff clitoris.
He wedged the head of his massive dick between the fleshy lips of my pussy. It brushed my clitoris and I arched my hips upward to increase the friction. Rubbing his cock head back and forth over my clit and vulva, he held back shoving it in my gaping hole that twitched, eager for it. My cunt muscles were fluttering, clenching and unclenching at the emptiness inside my snatch.
"Please!" I screamed out at the top of my voice. "I can't wait... " and my words trailed off, stuck in my throat as he lunged forward with a massive bone-jarring thrust. The scream hovered above us in the now dark jungle as my eyes bugged out.
With a single violent thrust he had spread the walls of my pussy and had buried every last inch of his enormous rod deep in my moist hole. I couldn't breathe. The pressure of his thrusts pinned me to the ground as he began pumping, slowly at first and then faster and faster.
My father was in my cunt all the way, filling me to the bursting point. My cunt walls seemed stretched to the breaking point and his cock pressed against the thin divisional membrane which separated my vagina from my rectum. It was almost as if he was fucking my ass and my pussy at the same time.
Harder and harder he slammed into me, never saying a word, concentrating on what he was doing. I felt his heavy pendulous nuts banging against my thighs, battering against them like a fist as he drilled and hammered his way in and out. His violent thrusts crushed my clit flat against his shaft. He breathed down my neck as he fucked me with every muscle in his body.
"So sweet, so tight, grip me, grip me!" he called out, not to me, but to the night. I clenched and unclenched my cunt muscles as he pounded away, trying to hold him in place. I raised my legs up over his back and I gripped his shoulders with my hands, as he crushed me with his weight and the sheer brute force and hunger of his penetrating thrusts.
"I'll come, I'll come," I breathed breathlessly barely able to talk. My orgasm seemed to ready itself in an amazingly short period of time. Never had a man fucked me like this, with an animal power and with such a powerful and lusty throbbing force.
My father was my prince, my jungle god and he was raping me, taking me into his arms and holding me so tightly I felt his cock everywhere, in every muscle and crevice of my body. He drove down like a sledgehammer until I felt my head swimming and my loins aching. My cunt burned with the fire of his cock and my juices readied themselves for that final moment of ecstasy, that last paroxysmal gush.
"Shoot! Shoot!" he screamed, gnashing his teeth. "Come, and come, and cover my manhood with your sweet thick fluids. Soothe my staff with your feminine liquids. Let me feel them. Soothe me! Come!"
His words and the sound of his voice were swimming in my head when spasms began wrenching my body from right to left. My climax was upon me and seemed almost as though I were falling, plummeting into heaven as I straddled his enormous cock. I was filled with a tidal wave of pleasure as I came. My ankles locked over his back to hold me steady as I began writhing on the ground.
And then, he too began to climax. His eyes were on fire, glowing in the primitive jungle night. His lips were drawn back in a snarl of erotic violence as he pumped ever harder to enhance his own orgasm. He screamed like a raging animal, plowing into me and shuddering, trembling from head to foot as he released a powerful stream of jism. Suddenly, great bulletlike wads of his come seared the walls of my cock-crammed pussy, cascading like a flood into my hole and making me weak, speechless, unable to do anything but hold onto him as tightly as I could.
He babbled on, his words unintelligible, bellowing as more and more thick come spurted and gushed into my pussy. I was still in the grips of my own orgasm as he was coming. I was dizzy and drenched with sweat as I felt his cock exploding.
I had never felt so much semen rushing into me. He was like a horse, shooting seven, eight, nine times in rapid succession until my hole was brimming with his thick white semen and it gushed out over my pubic mound, covering his belly and my thighs.
Finally, he began to quiet down and with a last and harried tremor of excitement, he collapsed on top of me, closing his eyes and breathing hard he crushed me to the ground.
When he finally pulled away, I knew that I had at last found happiness. I had found the man I love. Ironically, it was the man I had been running from most of my life.
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Needless to say, Lea eventually did find happiness in the village and in a way that was acceptable to the other villagers. She now lives happily with her father in a hut partially obscured by trees several hundred yards outside the compound. No doubt, she is haunted by guilt from time to time, knowing that she is living with her father as she should be living with her husband. She had become too desirous of another way of life, of a "normal" existence, for such guilt to disappear altogether. Let us hope, that she will one day realize that love, sexual or paternal, is able to make the anguish of those things we can't change, bearable.
CASE NUMBER FOUR
Roberto was a twenty-seven-year-old male, who, while not the titular head of the family, seemed to have garnered more respect than any other person in the family, and was looked-to for advice and leadership in the family's disputes with the rest of the community. He had earned this position by virtue of the fact that he'd spent some four years outside the village in a large, although still rural, South American city about five hundred miles away. When he returned, he returned by choice; and, he brought back with him some of the amenities of town life--a transistor radio, non-electric kitchen appliances, and sophisticated tools to lighten the burdens of manufacturing life's necessities in this non-industrial area. Roberto truly enjoyed living in the jungle and was one of the few family members who didn't seem to think that life on the outside was vastly preferable to life in Curtisville.
The following is a transcript of our interviews with Roberto concerning his sexual "coming-of-age."
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At the age of eleven or almost twelve, doctor, I reached puberty. Pubic hairs began to sprout around my penis and my cock began to get bigger, longer and thicker. I used to get erections constantly and one morning I woke up with my cock all sticky. I had had a wet dream and after discovering that I could come, I began to jerk-off two or three times a day. As I came day after day, I got more curious about women, because I used to think about them when I jerked-off.
One day I was coming back from fishing in a jungle river and as I was passing the area just outside the village that is used as a kind of toilet, I heard the sound of urine splashing on the ground. I thought it must be one of the men and wanting to display my day's catch I crept through the bushes toward the waste-hole. As I parted the bushes just outside the clearing, I saw my sister, Louise, with her skirt pulled down to her ankles and her bare ass stuck out over the hole. When I saw her there like that, I got a roaring hard-on. What was even more exciting though, was seeing her pussy. I nearly came in my pants at just the sight of it. It was a great dark brown lump, covered with a thick mat of hair. Visible through the hair were these two flaps of thick skin that looked like lips. As she crouched, pissing, she spread apart those lips and looked down between her plump brown thighs.
It was fantastic, the inside of her pussy looked like the inside of a mouth. It was all slick, wrinkled and folded over with skin. She kept pushing one finger down between those outer flaps.
At first, I thought that she was hiding a cock under those huge flaps of skin. It was really just a little finger of flesh that looked like a little dong. It was about as long and thick as my thumb, wiggling back and forth as she pulled aside the folds of cunt-flesh and exposed it. It wasn't until later that I found out that it was something called a clitoris. But, what was even more interesting, was that when she stopped pissing, her fingers wet with urine, she didn't stop playing with herself.
Still crouching, she closed her eyes and continued thrusting a finger in and out of that wide, gaping, hairy hole. And as she played with herself, she twisted her little finger of clit flesh back and forth until she began moaning softly.
Finally, that position must have become very uncomfortable, because her legs began to twitch as her knees grew weak. So, she sat down on the ground next to the hole; and, with her legs spread wide, she continued playing with herself. But, even as she sat on the ground her legs didn't stop twitching, and so help me God if her cunt lips didn't start fluttering like two fucking butterflies.
Then, she clamped and unclamped her thighs together, pressing her finger down into her hole, almost sucking it right inside. I was so excited, I reached into the pocket of my trousers and felt the outline of my cock, hard and rigid. I began to stroke it as I spied on her, licking my lips and feeling my excitement mounting.
She pushed in yet another finger. Now, she was moving two fingers quickly in and out of her hole as her great brown body trembled and her tremendous jugs heaved up and down in her sheer blouse. I longed to bury my face between those mushy blobs of flesh, and I wanted to thrust my fingers in her hole as well. Without ever having felt the inside of a woman, I knew, almost instinctively, that her hole must be hot and wet.
As she worked on her pussy, jabbing her fingers in with short quick strokes, I could see trickles of what looked like come, oozing down the slick red walls of her vagina. Little shiny drops of this come covered her cunt hairs. And, her moans grew louder as she continued pressing her fingers into her cunt.
Thinking, at the time, about her clit, I decided that it must be some sort of underdeveloped cock. I didn't think that every woman possessed one--I thought that Louise must be some kind of freak, and this excited me more.
I couldn't wait any longer; I was so turned on. I was still holding my string of fish in my left hand as my right one was buried in my pocket, playing with my cock. So, I dropped the line and took down my trousers. As my trousers fell to the ground, my enormous tool leaped out, happy to be free. I grabbed hold of it. It was so stiff and swollen that it almost hurt to touch it.
With my eyes still glued on Louise, I began to stroke up and down along the veiny shaft of my pecker, careful to do so lightly because it really did give me pain to touch it. My pecker began to throb noticeably as I rubbed it, and I felt an intense heat building in my groin.
Louise continued jabbing at her pussy with her fingers and the tiny trickles of come were now streaming down her fleshy thighs. She suddenly gave an almost convulsive shudder, her huge jugs and flabby stomach quivering like a jellyfish. She pressed her eyes more tightly closed and her moaning grew louder. I knew these physical manifestations must be caused by something akin to orgasm.
I watched her entire body trembling and heaving as she sat on the ground with her legs spread wide, and suddenly, without warning, my cock erupted. After several seconds, it was still erupting and this surprised me--it was the longest I'd ever come. I looked down and sighed deeply as I saw streams of creamy white jism gushing from the throbbing head of my swollen cock. And, it just kept coming, cascading out, covering my fingers with thick milky-white wads of cream.
Quickly, fearing that I might be discovered, as soon as the last few drops of come were squeezed from my pecker, I stuffed the still stiff rod back in my pants, picked up my fish, and hurried back to the village.
From that day on and for several weeks, every time I masturbated, I thought of Louise's pussy. I couldn't get the sight of it out of my mind. I kept trying to imagine what it must be like to shove my cock inside of it, to feel it, to taste it, to smell it. And then two weeks later I finally got my first chance to have a woman--Louise.
Late one night, I was lying in bed in a hut that I shared with Pedro, my brother, and three of my cousins. I'd already masturbated twice that evening and I was still horny. I couldn't get to sleep for thinking about Louise laying alone in her hut. I slipped quietly out of bed, and pulling on a pair of trousers, I sneaked out of the hut.
Some of the older men were still sitting around a small fire in the center of the compound, getting drunk on rum. I crept past them and made my way toward Louise's hut which she shared with no one. When I got to the hut, before going in, I sneaked up to the window and peeked in to see if she was asleep.
Sure enough, there she was, a huge whalelike mass, heaving under the bedsheets with each heavy breath. Satisfied that she was asleep, I went to the door and pushed it open quietly so as not to awaken her. I crept into the room and walked quietly over to where she lay sleeping. I stood looking down at her for several moments before I dropped my trousers and crawled into bed with her.
She was either sleeping very soundly, or pretending to be asleep. I pressed my nervous trembling body against hers, getting an instant erection as I felt her warm smooth flesh.
I began to rub my hard-on between the crack of her ass. Her huge, round, fleshy buttocks pressed against me. Holding my breath, wondering what she would do, I waited for her to awake, or to acknowledge my presence if she was already awake.
The more I rubbed, the harder my cock got. It was already burning, itching with a persistent throbbing sensation when she began to mumble, turning over in her sleep, or at least pretending to be turning in her sleep. Suddenly, I was against her front, my face buried between her enormous tits. I inhaled her musky scent, and my cock began violently throbbing. It was pressing against her bristly pubic mound.
Finally, she opened her eyes wide, the whites of them glowing in the dark of the hut. "What's the matter, baby?" she asked, pushing me away slightly so she could see me.
Louise had been more than a sister to me; when I was small, she'd taken care of me like a mother because our mother had died and we didn't know who our father, or fathers, had been. And now, even though I hadn't lived with her since I was nine, and I barely ever spoke with her, she was turning on her mother routine again.
"Baby, indeed!" I thought. I wasn't about to fall into that trap. I wanted her to know that I was now a man. So, I said nothing; but instead, I started rubbing my cock against her bristly pubic hairs again.
She responded to my mood, although she must have been startled by my aggressiveness, by encircling me with her strong fleshy arms. My dong was hard as a rock, moving up and down, almost of its own volition against her plump box. Finally, she reached down between us and took the head of my pecker in her fingers. I shivered with excitement at her tentative fleeting caress.
"Oh, baby!" she said, feigning surprise. "What is this huge thing between us?"
I giggled and then immediately grew impatient with my own immaturity. Deepening my voice, I said, "Don't call me baby, woman! And you know very well what that is--it's my rammer; and, I'm going to use it to ream out your pussy."
"Ahhh... " she said, obviously delighted by the idea of being fucked. "My, how you've changed toward your sister since that day you spied on me in the woods."
Momentarily flustered, I quickly regained my composure and thrust my cock up against her once more. She reached down again and wrapped her fingers around it. Then, after holding it tightly for several seconds to ascertain its size, she loosened her grip and began running her fingers lightly up and down the pulsating shaft.
"It sure is big and hard all right," she observed, as she rotated her palm over its sensitive head.
A rush of pleasure and excitement welled up inside of me and my whole body seemed to swell and fill the room. Then, mustering my courage, I asked her if she had a cock too.
Laughing, she said, "Where on earth did you ever get such a ridiculous notion?"
"I thought I saw a cock inside your hole when I saw you playing with yourself in the woods," I responded.
Again, she laughed and said, "It's hard to explain what you saw. Why don't you take a look at it now, and see what it is."
Eager and excited by the chance to explore her sex and to really familiarize myself with the female body so that I might one day claim an expertise in this area, I threw the sheets back. Louise rolled over on her back to give me a better view. She obviously relished the idea of having me examine her, too.
I got up on my knees and straddling her ankles, I sat on the backs of my legs and stared down at her big hairy box. It looked even more tempting now than the first time I'd seen it. I wanted to touch it, to taste it, and I couldn't decide which I wanted to do first, I wanted to put my pecker between those thick, puffy flaps of skin partially hidden beneath a heavy patch of pubic hair.
I poked a finger between the hairy lips of her pussy until I felt the round swollen knob that had so intrigued me. Then, spreading apart those delectable flaps with my other hand as she lay back and watched me, I gasped with delight when her huge fingerlike clitoris popped into view. It seemed to be imbedded in the folds of her cunt-flesh, jerking from side to side on its thumblike stem.
Figuring that by her silence she was telling me to do to her whatever I liked, I threw myself down between her legs. My lips and tongue lashed out across her wide hairy mound, slurping and sucking greedily. My nose pressed into her slit and I inhaled deeply, savoring the hot musky scent. As I tongued, kissed, sucked, smelled, and felt her private parts, my excitement mounted uncontrollably. My cock throbbed between my legs like an animal struggling for freedom.
Pawing through her dense thicket of pubic hair, I stretched her puffy cunt-lips as wide as possible. They were gaping open and I stared intently at her clitoris before opening my mouth wide and sucking it in between my lips.
"Ohh, don't, don't!" she cried out.
But, I knew she liked it. I knew she couldn't resist. The little finger trembled inside my mouth and I sucked on it like a child suckling on his thumb. The harder I tongued it, scraping my teeth up and down the thick stem from time to time, the more excited she became.
"Oh child, child," she moaned. "What are you doing? Louise can't take it; it feels... it feels so good. Yes, do it. More! Suck on it, Baby. Oh God, it feels so good, so hot! she whimpered.
I drew her clit back into my mouth, curling my tongue around it, sucking on it hard until droplets of her juice began to trickle into my mouth. I tasted them on my tongue and smiled to myself, knowing that I had succeeded. Then, swallowing them down, my tongue lapped hotly in and out of her pussy as I rubbed my stiff rod between her shins.
Suddenly, Louise sat up and grabbed hold of my legs and swung me around on the bed. We were both on our sides now head to foot in what I was later to learn is called the sixty-nine position. I looked down between and saw her take my pulsating rod lovingly in her hand and bury it in her mouth.
"Wow!" I screamed. "Man, does that feel good. Oh yes, suck on it! Suck on my cock!"
She covered my cock with her lips, her tongue moving up and down the shaft at the same time until I was in ecstasy. Even as I worked my lips around her clit and sucked and chewed on it gently, Louise was busy sucking my cock. She had every last inch of my cock in her mouth. The soft, damp, warmth of her mouth made me feel faint with desire.
As she sucked on my cock, she fondled my nuts, fingering the root of my pecker and slipping her middle finger up along my anal crack at the same time. Spreading apart my ass cheeks, she stroked the damp hot crevice until I shivered with delight.
Suddenly, I felt myself ready to shoot and I quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth and rested until my jism subsided.
"What's the matter?" she asked, somewhat surprised by retreat from sex.
"I didn't want to come yet," I confessed, "I want tonight to last a little longer."
Then, pivoting around, I rolled her over from her side to her back and leapt on top of her. After admiring her lush, heavy breasts for a while, with their dark pink nipples as big around as cherries, I brought my mouth down to the larger of the two. I hungrily sucked on it as I began rubbing my cock up and down on her pubic mound once again.
I sucked on one nipple and then the other and felt them growing larger and firmer in my mouth. I played and fondled her tits, weighing and cupping them in my hands as I sucked. Her huge tits rose and fell with each breath as the moans betraying her passion grew louder and louder.
"Do it now, Roberto," she whispered softly; "plant that huge cock of yours in my fertile hole. Make me feel you inside of me. Oh please."
She spread her thighs wide and the lips of her vagina opened up, all wet and juicy with my spit and her own pungent juices. Then, taking hold of my cock, she guided it to her hole as I began lowering myself slowly. I felt the head of my pecker spread the lips of her hole even wider as it began to slowly slide in. The sensation was indescribable. Feeling those soft, warm, moist walls open and then fold themselves gently around my dong was more than I thought I could take without passing out from the sheer ecstasy of it.
Finally, I could wait no longer to feel all of my manhood buried deep in her gaping crevice. With a single forceful lunge, I buried the rest of my cock as deeply as I could in her pussy. As I felt it disappearing into her body, we both let out sighs.
She clamped her legs around me, holding me in place as I felt the shaft of my penis touching and slithering against the slick wet walls of her hole. Then, I began to withdraw as slowly as I had entered. I was sure the sensation and friction of withdrawing would cause me to come immediately, but I held myself back. I lifted my cock almost all the way out of its thick enveloping confines before plunging forward again ruthlessly. I suddenly realized that the harder and deeper I rammed my got into Louise, the greater her pleasure. So, I withdrew only half-way the next time, and shoved my cock in again with as much force as I could muster.
"Ohhhh... " she responded, "that feels so good."
I could feel her using her cunt muscle to hold my cock in place and increase the friction that accompanied each of my thrusts. The more I pistoned in and out of her wide gaping hole, the hotter the both of us became.
I was pressing my chest against her enormous balloonlike tits as hard as I could, raising only my hips as I worked my cock in and out of her hole. I could hear my little wrinkled sac thumping against her as I humped her; and so, she reached around and took the sac in her hands as I continued to fuck her.
It was infinitely better than just jerking-off. I just couldn't get enough of my first lay, and the harder I worked at dominating every part of her body, the greater the pleasure for the both of us.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. "It's happening! I'm coming!" I screamed as she squeezed my nuts more tightly as to push my come right up and out the entire length of my shaft.
"Do it, baby," she cooed. "Make me come, too. Fill me, fill me until I can't take any more."
I clutched her tits, one in each hand, squeezed them frantically and came. I yelled out with a loud piercing shriek as I felt my jism flying up the length of my shaft and gushing out into her wet and dripping pussy. She held onto me tightly as I creamed, holding me down as my orgasm made me weak and senseless.
Wave after wave of thick cream shot out into her hole; and, just as I was about to stop, the last thick milky-white drops splattering into her vagina, Louise began to come as well. She clutched me, her legs trembling as she gripped my back and shivered. I felt her wet, syrupy juices covering my cock as it began to limp still imbedded in her hole, and she just kept coming, moaning and tossing her huge girth from side to side as she kept me locked in a rigid viselike embrace.
Her excitement was much more intense than when I had seen her out in the woods. Every part of her body trembled and shivered. She was almost senseless with desire.
"Fill me! Milk me! Suck me!" she babbled, on and on until she lay beneath me, exhausted; and, I feel asleep in her arms, my cock limp inside her dripping wet twat.
When I awoke the following morning, I had another huge erection. And once again, Louise allowed me the pleasure of sliding it into her warm, moist hole, until I'd worked up a hearty morning appetite, until I lay bathed in sweat and momentarily spent.
It had become my practice for the next three years to have sex with Louise regularly until she died of jungle fever late one summer. I must confess that her sudden death left me with no great sense of loss and I feel guilty about that. I guess you can say that I kind of used her for the three years that we slept together. I looked at our sex together rather callously. To me, it was a chance to develop my "technique"; so that, I could be more comfortable with other women. And, had she not died when she did, I would have probably left her for a younger, more attractive sex partner in a few months anyway. The only thing I thought about at the time of her death was, "Here I am, sixteen, and without a pussy."
About three weeks after Louise's death, I was sitting around a campfire late one evening with my brother, Pedro, and some of the other men. We were getting drunk on jungle rum and Pedro was boasting of the night he had raped Lea. You could tell that the other men were jealous of Pedro's conquest because of the way they were teasing Pedro. Every one of them would have liked to make it with Lea also, but at that time, Pedro was still the only one Lea had slept with. Suddenly, Pedro turned to me and said, "Little brother, why don't you go to Lea's hut? Go, and show these bastards that Lea will not sleep with them, because they are old and ugly."
Everyone laughed when Pedro said this, though I knew him to be serious. And, not being one to let a challenge go unaccepted, even though I was dizzy with rum, I stood and accepted.
Marching off to Lea's hut on unsteady legs with the laughter of the others still ringing in my ears, I began to have my doubts. I feared that she would not open the door to me; and that, even though she was my half-sister too, she would hate me for my boldness. But, I somehow had to prove my manhood because up until that time, fat Louise was the only one I had made it with.
When I reached Lea's hut, I tried the door, but it was locked. I knocked timidly and she did not respond. Thinking that she hadn't heard my rapping, I knocked louder the second time. Finally, I heard her voice from within--"Who's there?" she asked cautiously.
"It's me, Roberto," I said. And, to my surprise, she opened the door immediately.
"What do you want?" she asked, standing in the door.
"I want to talk to you," I said in a slurred, uncertain voice. And without bothering to ask any more questions, she stepped aside and let me in, and closed the door and locked behind her. A single candle burned in the hut and I couldn't really see her in the dim light outside the hut, but when I turned to look at her in the candle light, I got a real surprise. There she stood, in all her womanly splendor, completely naked. When I turned to look at her, it was hard to conceal my shock. But, what she said next was even more startling. "Well, I suppose you want to fuck me. Well, I'm ready," she said in a voice without inflection; and, she walked immediately to the bed and laid down.
I stood speechless for several seconds. Lea, the untouchable one, was offering me her body without my even having to fight for it.
After several seconds of my just standing with my mouth agape, she said, "Well, do you or don't you want to fuck me?"
I cleared my throat, coughed nervously and said, "oh, sure, sure I do." And with that, I began clumsily undressing. I already had a roaring hard-on and as I unfastened my trousers and let them drop to the floor, it sprung up, swaying from side to side only a foot from Lea's face. As I kicked my pants into the corner and began unbuttoning my shirt, I noticed Lea staring intently at my cock but saying nothing. After I'd removed my shirt, I tossed it into the corner with my trousers and swaggered toward the bed.
Lea's invitation to sex and her seeming coolness toward me at the same time made me uncomfortable. I really didn't know how to approach the whole thing. So, I decided as I stood over her that the best approach would be to do whatever I wanted and to not worry about her attitude toward the whole thing.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, as I bent down and ripped apart the tightly clenched outer flaps of her cunt-flesh, marveling at the slippery red interior of her vagina. Her clitoris was nicely developed, jerking forward out of the folds and creases of her vulva as she arched her hips forward and I saw her hole opening even wider.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," she said coldly.
"Oh, I will," I said, somewhat more assured because I'd managed to establish body contact; "but, when I'm through with this first."
And saying this, I bent down, wrenched her legs apart as she continued laying passively on the bed, thrust my tongue out and packed it down against her hot crimson snatch. To my surprise, this evoked her first genuine reaction--she moaned loudly, and thrust her hips upward as I slurped my way across her box. It was musky and hot and I licked and sponged her cunt, paying particular attention to the stiff button-like knob and stem of her clit.
When I chewed on it, she went insane and lunged forward, trying to touch me. But I held back, hoping to excite her even more, to make this cold bitch beg for more, to beg for my cock as she had never begged for anything before in her life.
Faster and faster I ate her out, rummaging in and out of her pussy until my lips were smeared with her oily discharge and her body was coated with a thin layer of sweat. Her bronze skin shone brightly and the dark red inside of her twat, seen surrounded by her exotic black flesh, made me go wild.
She was flailing about and I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder so that I could glance down and see what her asshole looked like. But it was still hidden, the crevice between the cheeks of her firm ass dark and inviting.
Quickly, I spread them apart, marveling at the sight of her dark brown puckered bumhole. It was creased and folded with round concentric swirls and I moved one finger down, fondling it and rubbing against the thick black hair which grew in abundance, lining her chink.
Lea said nothing and I was growing more annoyed with her silence. I jabbed my finger hard against her asshole, trying to push it right into place.
"Ouch! That hurts." she said sharply.
"Tough shit, baby. I like it. I like to see you flinch," I told her, feeling angry and incredibly aroused. A second thrust forward and my finger was deep inside her rectum, twirling around and scraping against the hot dry walls of her bottom.
She moaned and told me to stop, but I wouldn't. I bent down and kept licking and sucking on her twat as I finger-fucked her ass until she was writhing on the bed and I knew she was excited and no longer faking it.
"Tell me how much you want to get plowed," I said to her, lifting my head and smiling, pleased to note the pained almost frantic expression on her face.
"Oh, yes, yes... you know I do; oh yes," she moaned almost incoherently.
"Tell me more," I said sharply, pulling my finger roughly out of her ass. I shoved the finger I had pulled from her ass immediately into her hole, pressing against her clit until she started talking again.
"Yes, yes, do it, fuck me. Put your cock inside me. I want to feel it in me. I want to feel you coming in me. Oh, God! I want it. I need it," she mumbled frantically.
I got up on top of her, satisfied that she had finally submitted; and, bracing myself, my legs outstretched behind me, I said, "All right, take my cock in your hand and put it in place."
She reached between my legs, grabbing hold of my enormous shaft. Then, as I moved lower, she aimed it into place. I lowered myself another few inches and it touched the lips of her cunt. Then, I pushed her hand roughly away, took a deep breath and rammed it right into her hole.
"Oh no, no, it's too big," she groaned loudly.
I laughed viciously, not knowing how roughly I was treating her because of the liquor. And, pulling back slightly, I slammed down even harder a second time, feeling my dong digging a tunnel deep into the depths of her slick dripping hole. It was so tight it almost hurt. Bearing down even harder, I rested when I felt the last few inches of my cock sliding into place.
My hairy belly ground against her soft skin and I held her in a rigid embrace, my arms around her shoulders. I began increasing the speed of my withdrawals and sharp thrusts forward until I was pumping away with deep penetrating strokes. I worked faster and faster, feeling her cunt everywhere.
"Use your fucking muscles!" I told her sharply, banging into her twat with a wild kind of fuck-hunger such as I hadn't felt in a long time.
Heeding my advice, she clamped and unclamped her cunt muscles around my rigid plunger. I pumped down again and again with my hips, feeling her curly pubic hairs against my flesh as she arched her pelvis and met me stroke for stroke.
I felt insane, wild with lust and liquor, unable to control myself.
Her initial coldness had disappeared altogether and she became like an animal, raking her fingernails against my back as we tossed and turned in the throes of ecstasy. I slammed into her pussy with all my energy, savoring the tightness and the warmth as she began to milk my cock, gripping me so tenaciously that I thought it was fingers and not a cunt that held onto my cock.
"Baby, baby fuck me. Kill me with your cock. Split me in two," she ranted, clutching me and humping up to meet each cunt-shattering stroke.
My buttocks quivered as I pumped my meat down into her hot bronze body, into the depths of her pussy with a kind of molten energy. And then I knew that it was all over. I felt my huge bloated sac tightening as I plopped and whacked against her upraised thighs.
"Shit, now, now!" I screamed out, grabbing her breasts an twisting the nipples ferociously as I suddenly came. "Oh, god, I'm shooting, coming into your cunt, you bitch, coming coming!" Red-hot wads of jism spurted up out of my pisshole, drenching the inside of her hairy-muff as my entire body went through spasm after spasm. Each burst of come was followed by a convulsive shudder as though every muscle in my body was being used to pump my semen into Lea's deliciously arousing snatch.
I was still coming, my wads of cream spraying into her womb when she seemed to be coming as well. She clutched me, held me against her, smashing her body up against mine as her tits flattened and rubbed against my hairy chest.
"Oh, God! God!" she yelled out as her climax overcame her and she began to ramble incoherently. She seemed to stiffen and tremble and I felt a fresh discharge of her pungent musky cunt juice slithering down the cock-filled walls of her vagina, bathing my own spurting shaft in a sensual film of liquid warmth.
Finally, it was over.
I lay on top of her, drawing deep breaths, trying to quiet my racing heart. I was drenched in perspiration and my cock was fast going limp still embedded in her well-stretched pussy. When I pulled it out, I offered it to her and she closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked it dry.
In spite of my fatigue, I could feel those old familiar signals telling me that I wasn't ready to call it quits. Her eyes were closed as she lay regaining her strength after the workout I gave her. I took the opportunity to jerk myself off. I spit in my hand and palmed the sensitive head of my cock until it was hard again. Then, rubbing my fingers up and down the length of my meat until it began to throb again, I started to imagine myself fucking Lea again.
In my mind's eye I could see myself on top of her, slamming my cock in and out of her dripping hole. From time to time, I would stick a finger in her well-stretched pussy and scoop out some of the juices and rub them on my cock.
Finally, I was ready. My cock stuck straight up in the air, jutting forward between my grizzly muscular thighs. My rotund balls swayed from side to side as I manipulated my huge, stiff organ. But, I thought, "Why should I whack off with this beautiful hunk of woman lying next to me?" So, I let go of my cock and grabbed one of Lea's arms and flipped her over on her belly.
"Whaa... what are you doing?" she asked almost sleepily.
I didn't answer and as she lay passively on her stomach, I crouched behind her, spreading the cheeks of her luscious bottom. Her asshole was too lovely to be ignored and I knew that I had to fuck her bottom before I called it an evening. My cock was just itching to get between those plump, ripe cheeks and bury itself in her soft, tight hole.
When she realized what I was about to do, she tried to move away; but, I lunged forward, wedging the head of my blood-engorged pecker right up inside her asshole.
"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Your killing me; oh God, God, it hurts. Stop! Oh, please stop."
If I hadn't been so drunk, her pleas would probably have made me stop. But, at that moment, I wasn't about to. I shoved forward again and more than half my pecker slid up inside her tight dry hole. Then, with one more hot, scraping lunge, my cock was buried to its base inside her rectum. My balls hit her ass and my hairy belly ground against her smooth back.
"It hurts, it hurts so much," she groaned. "Just relax," I told her, pulling halfway out to give her a little rest. Then, after several seconds, I slammed my cock in again, working up a beating rhythm as I began to pound into her ass, harder and harder. At the same time, I reached under her and shoved two fingers up into her come dripping twat.
She sighed with pleasure, her pain fading as I fingered her pussy, exciting her incredibly as I worked my huge tool in and out of her tight ass. I thought everything was going along perfectly, but I was in for a surprise, and not a very pleasant one at that.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and standing there with a vicious sneer on his face was Pedro, half-crazed with rum. Looking over my shoulder, I asked, almost angrily, "Whata you want?"
"I heard Lea screaming," he said in slurred tones, wavering from side to side as he entered the room. "Whata you think you're doing to her?"
"Buggering her," I spit. "Whata' you care?"
I'd never spoken so roughly to Pedro before. Not that I was afraid of him, although he was bigger and stronger than me. But, I'd always kind of looked up to him. I have to admit that, at that moment, I was really scared. I'd never seen Pedro so drunk before. And, when a man in the village gets that drunk on jungle rum, he's likely to do anything.
"Well, you know what they always say kid," he said, pulling down his fly and whipping out an enormous erect cock, "them that buggers, ought to get a taste of their own medicine."
Realizing at that moment what it was he intended to do, I started to pull myself out of Lea so that I'd at least have a fighting chance. But before I could get out of her and up, he was on top of me, fighting me down and at the same time wedging his cock between the cheeks of my ass.
Now, I was wedged between Lea, my cock buried in her ass, but going limp fast, and Pedro, who was trying to wedge his cock in my bumhole.
"Now, wait a minute, Pedro," I pleaded. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."
"Shut up!" he spit. "I know what I'm doing; I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine.
Then, spitting in his hand, he withdrew his cock just enough to wet it with his spittle. I began to struggle, but I couldn't get out from between the two. And, before I knew it, Pedro had wedged the head of his mule-like cock in my bum-hole.
I'd never before in my life experienced anything so painful. As I felt the walls of my ass splitting, a scream lodged in my throat. Then, as if the pain of having only the head of his cock in my ass weren't enough, with a powerful lunge forward, he buried the entire length of his cock in my rectum. I nearly blacked out from the pain.
My cock was still buried in Lea's ass, and to my surprise, in spite of the pain, I felt it begin to stiffen again. This, I was later to learn, was because of the pressure Pedro's cock was exerting on my prostate gland. And as Pedro maneuvered his huge column of cock-meat until it was sliding in and out of my ass, the pain seemed to rapidly disappear as I felt a tiny trickle of seminal fluid oozing out of my pisshole.
"Oh shit man," he moaned, "you feel just as good as a cunt. Yeh, I gonna' really enjoy this," he boasted, shoving hard until he had buried every last inch of his enormous cock in my rectum. Then, he began shoving his cock in and out, faster and faster, and the pain returned more intense than before. I just couldn't take it and because of the liquor and the pain, I passed out.
When I came to, he was still at it and Lea was humping up towards me, clenching and unclenching her sphincter muscles in an effort to get me excited again. I couldn't seem to get my mind off the pain though. It was only when I sensed that he was massaging and tickling my prostate as his huge cock slid along my rectal walls, that I relaxed and the pain seemed to lessen.
I knew that the only way to forget the pain entirely, was to plow into Lea as Pedro plowed into me. I began ramming into Lea's ass with a violence I'd never thought myself capable of. Harder and harder, I rammed my pistoning cock into the depths of her bowels. And Pedro rammed me with an equal vigor.
Pedro's appetite for anal sex seemed insatiable. He rammed his joint into me like a demon, shoving it in so hard and fast that my ass burned like it was on fire.
"Ohhh... baby... so nice... so hot," he groaned, pressing his thighs around my legs and holding me in place as I bore down with all my weight on Lea's ass.
Again and again I gave it to her, one merciless thrust after another as Pedro bore down on me. Hoping to get him to come as quickly as possible and thus relieve myself of the incredible pain, I worked my sphincter muscles, tightening them around his cock, as if to milk the come from him.
I had the feeling that Lea was actually enjoying the weight of two men on top of her and I couldn't believe that she wasn't feeling as much pain as me, although she seemed not to be. The harder I rammed my cock into her now slippery hole, the more she wiggled her ass as though begging for more. I found her hole again with my fingers and shoved them up it as far as I could. Her cunt was just oozing with juice.
The pressure inside my ass mounted. It felt like Pedro was breaking my back as he ripped into me with such force and animal excitement that I couldn't see straight. "Oh come already, hurry, hurry! Oh God, come!" I begged. "I can't take much more. Shoot! We'll all shoot together."
With that, he lunged forward with greater ferocity. He drilled into me with his mule's cock like a madman. And then, suddenly, it happened. Suddenly, I was screaming and shaking all over as I lay wedged between the two of them. My cock was buried in Lea's ass while my own ass was filling to the splitting point with Pedro's meat and we all began coming.
Great wads of come rushed up the shaft of my tool and gushed into Lea's hot little ass. I shuddered, seeing stars. My come was hot, steaming, searing her bottom as I shuddered again and again, my muscles twitching as I felt her reaching her orgasm with me.
And then Pedro started coming too. "Hold on!" he screamed, battering into my ass as I felt his grapefruit-sized scrotum whacking into my legs. "Ohhh... I'm coming. I'm coming; feel it.
Man, I'm filling you. Feel it?"
It felt like an explosion inside my ass. As my cock petered out, every last drop of semen wrung from it, my ass was awash with a soothing thick ointment. It kept shooting into me and I could actually feel it splattering the walls of my ass.
Finally, he'd shot every last drop of his load and I could feel his cock going limp in my ass. He pulled it out of my ass with a sickening 'slurp', and, pulling away from me, he fell off the bed, landing on the floor, where he passed out. I lay on top of Lea for several minutes, spent. My pecker had gone limp in her ass as she fell asleep. I finally pulled it out too, and curled up next to her and went to sleep, hoping that the pain in my ass would be no greater in the morning.
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It would be wrong to infer from this last incident, that either Pedro, or Roberto, is homosexual. Buggery among males in South America, as we pointed out earlier in the chapter on Mona, is not uncommon. Indeed, it was our finding that the incidence of homosexuality in the village was less great than one would expect to find in a South American community of a similar size elsewhere. What it does demonstrate, however, is the degree of sexual permissiveness in the village as a whole; since, the incident was openly recounted among the villagers the next day with no ill-will.
Roberto is, of course, much older now, and was able to relate the incident to us quite candidly. To him, it was one of the things to be expected in a village where indiscriminate sex is a way of life; and, he does not appear to have been irreparably damaged by the experience. His pres-stature in the village seems to confirm this fact.
CASE NUMBER FIVE
Mona is a thirty-two-year-old woman, tall and strong looking with almost masculine features. When we first interviewed Mona, she complained, almost bitterly, that men her age in the village did not find her attractive and tended to avoid her. As a result, especially in recent years, she seemed to devote most of her time to the children in the village. She volunteered for more of her share of the work involving the care and feeding of the children. The other villagers assumed that she was sublimating her sexual frustrations. But, what she was really doing, was realizing sexual fulfillment through her young wards, unknown to the other members of the Brown family. She had turned to young sexual partners in her sexual frustration. Her most recent affair involved a young man almost two decades her junior. Her account of what life was like for her in the village follows.
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You see, as I've already mentioned, I never seemed to have any luck with men my own age. Most of them sort of... well, they thought that I was a dyke. You know, a lesbian. I've never gone to bed with a woman; and to tell the truth, I've never had any desire to. My tastes have always been strictly heterosexual, except... well, you know.
I think living in this village has gotten to me. I've lived for a while on the outside. Everything is so different there. Here, in the village, everyone seems obsessed with sex, perverted in one way or another by comparison.
It seemed to all start one afternoon when I heard these funny noises coming from one of the huts. I heard these giggling sounds and decided to see what was happening. I sneaked up to one of the windows facing the jungle and parted the ferns and peeked in. There, rolling around on the floor of the hut, were my sister and brother, Maria and Samson. They were both completely naked, except for a pair of long black stockings that Maria was wearing.
Although I must admit I am somewhat nosey, I am not a peeping Tom. But, I felt I had every reason to stay and watch because of the stockings Maria was wearing. Now, this may sound silly to you; but, I felt I had every reason to watch because those stockings belonged to me. I was the only woman in the village with a pair of silk stockings, until they had been stolen from my hut several months earlier. The stockings had been a gift from my father, who'd brought them back from the outside just before he'd died.
Well, it was just incredible. Maria had a beautiful young body with light, almost ivory, skin and two large melon-shaped breasts. Sam was playing with her breasts--fondling them and squeezing the nipples as she bounced up and down on top of him. I couldn't take my eyes off Samson's huge cock moving in and out of Maria's lush, dark-haired pussy. I'd never seen Sam's cock hard before--nor any other man's for that matter--I just couldn't see how a girl could get it all the way inside her. But, Maria seemed to manage quite easily. I guess it takes lots of practice.
"Harder, sweety, harder. Suck it all the way up your precious cunt," Sam kept saying, thrusting his hips upward to ram as deeply into her snatch as he could.
I was breathless. It was the first time I'd ever witnessed anything like that. I'd never seen such an enormously thick and long penis in all my life. It was nearly as big around as my waist and a full nine to ten inches long. And, Maria had apparently never seen one quite so large before either, because as she kept lowering herself down on it, she whimpered and sobbed.
"I can taste it," Maria moaned. "I can feel it in my mouth. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me 'til I faint!" And as she cried out in this manner, almost as though she'd lost her senses, her hair was flying and her ripe big boobs bounced up and down on her chest.
I'd never realized what a handsome man my brother was. He was strong and well muscled with grizzly thighs and a hairy chest. I became excited just watching my brother and sister moving together in sex. Before I even realized it, I had stuck my hand under my dress and began to massage and play with my cunt.
It was too much, seeing them bouncing and tossing from side to side, fucking like there was no tomorrow. I felt jealous and lonely. For some reason, I think because Maria was wearing my stockings, I felt that I should be lying there with Sam. So, I stuck three fingers up my pussy and fantasized that it was me on top of Sam. I used my thumb to diddle my clit while I pushed my three fingers in and out of my cunt.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Maria screamed out, corkscrewing herself down on top of Sam's cock so that every last inch of it was buried in her dripping slit.
As Maria's climax took hold of her and she began screaming and shivering involuntarily, Sam began to roar like a bull in heat. With spasmodic motion he slammed into her again and again, roaring so loudly that his cries could be heard deep in the jungle.
"Take it, baby! Take it all, every last drop," he roared. "I'm filling you!" And then clutching her around the shoulders, Sam let out a stream of cuss words, the likes of which I'd never heard before.
And then he shuddered as though some giant unseen hand was beating him. And as Sam's tremors made him rock violently up and down on the floor, I could see Maria's eyes roll in her head. She looked like she was about to faint.
At last, Sam fell back on the floor. And, Maria slowly lifted herself off of him with stiff and aching muscles. When the last quarter inch of Sam's giant pecker slid from her hole, it was followed by a "slurp" and rush of gooey jism that matted his pubic hair.
As Maria began dressing, I pulled my hand from my cunt and crept off into the jungle as quietly as I had stolen up to the window. For many days after that I could not erase from my mind the sight of Maria and Sam in the throes of ecstasy.
About two days later, I was returning from the river in the jungle with a week's wash and I heard strange noises coming from the tomato patch just outside the village. I looked out across the patch from the road which led to the village. I could see two bodies rolling in the weeds in the shadow of the great banyan tree that stood majestically in the center of the patch. When the earth had been turned for the patch, the banyan tree was left standing because it was too big to be cut down. The shade of the banyan, where no tomatoes would grow, offered a quiet escape from the late afternoon sun for siestas or whatever.
Leaving my basket of wash on the road, I crept quietly up to the tree and peeked cautiously around its great trunk. With the scene I had witnessed three days earlier still fresh in my mind, I was looking forward to spying once again on two lovers at play. But, I was hardly prepared for the shock of what I discovered going on beneath the branches of this great old tree. There, on the ground, writhing in complete sexual abandon were the naked forms of my thirteen-year-old nephew, Clement, and his companion of the same age, my very own son, Jimmy. I just couldn't believe it. I was excited and shocked beyond my wildest dreams. There they were, cavorting about, completely caught up in their sexual fun and games.
My own excitement and sense of physical desire began to mount as I watched. Both of the youngsters were completely naked, their dark swarthy skins glistening with perspiration in the heat of midday. And while Clement had an abundant dark coarse pubic bush and thick clumps of hair under his arms, Jimmy was virtually hairless except for a thin fleecy covering of light brown pubic hair which stood around his young erect cock.
They both had hard-ons and were lying on their backs. Clem was fondling Jimmy's stiff little rammer, while Jimmy was toying with and manipulating his friend's larger and thicker tool. It was enough to make me come, right then and there. Here I was, witness to the secret sexual antics of two handsome and randy young boys.
I could taste them and my cunt burned and itched fiercely. Unable to control my longings, I reached under my skirt for yet another time, hoping to ease my discomfort and physical appetite by playing with myself as I watched the spectacle of two youths unfolding before my very eyes.
Jimmy's fingers flew up and down, twisting around the thick shaft of Clem's rigid cock. Clem rotated his palm over the smooth rounded head of his friend's pecker. Jimmy tossed about from side to side, an expression of lust and growing excitement registering on his unlined and innocent face.
"What do you want to do next?" I heard Clem say to the other boy.
"Oh, you know what I like," Jimmy said with a swagger. "I want you to get right inside my tight little ass and fuck the shit out of me."
Both of them giggled as Clem got on his knees and rolled Jimmy over on his stomach, exposing Jimmy's tight dimpled ass-cheeks. Jimmy's bottom looked good enough to eat, lean and perfectly proportioned. I couldn't help remembering as I watched, how often I had kissed that very bottom when Jimmy was yet a baby. At that moment, I wouldn't have minded getting my tongue right down between the tight little crevice, eating out his asshole and enjoying every penetrating suck and stroke at his marvelously seductive bottom.
As I watched, I saw Clem spit into the palm of his hand. Jimmy looked back and smiled, watching his friend rubbing spittle up and down over the shaft and head of his dong, getting it well lubricated for the moment of penetration.
"You're going to love it," Clem promised, brandishing his thick young tool with one hand. He braced himself and got up behind Jimmy, pulling Jimmy up by the waist so that his beautiful little bottom was raised slightly. Then Clem spread apart the smooth cheeks of Jimmy's ass, exposing the inside of his crevice.
I looked at the tight little brown hole, all puckered and perfectly naked and hairless. Jimmy said nothing as Clem took aim and shoved forward. I watched the round blood-engorged head of Clem's manly cock slipping between the cheeks of Jimmy's ass.
"Here she comes!" he boasted with a leer, bracing himself by holding Jimmy around the waist. He pushed forward once again and Jimmy grunted loudly, feeling the impact of his friend's thick cock splitting the walls of his bum-hole.
And then, Clem shoved forward almost angrily as Jimmy screamed out almost tearfully, "It's in! It's in! I can feel it... it's all the way in."
But, Jimmy was wrong because, from my vantage point, I could see that Clem's thick cock was only half in. For a moment, I was torn with anguish over the pain my son must have been suffering. But, all my anguish dissipated when Clem buried the remainder of his thick tool in Jimmy's tight bottom with one more virile lunge.
He stayed there for a moment and I shivered, trying to work my rounded fist up between the wide gaping lips of my snatch. My juices were streaming down now as I watched and Jimmy begged for more, calling out, "Oh, fuck me! Give it to me! Ram it in!"
Slowly at first, and then with gathering force and energy, Clem began to pump against Jimmy's ass as he held him about the waist. Each time he slammed against Jimmy's bottom, he pulled his cock almost all the way out before ramming it in again. I couldn't take my eyes off Clem's cock-shaft as it disappeared into, and reappeared from, Jimmy's well-stretched asshole with a steady rhythm.
Harder and harder Clem worked, hammering his tool in and out with a growing ferocity. The expression on Clem's face betrayed his emotion--he had a wild gleam in his eyes as he drilled at young Jimmy's ass with his incredible dong.
I marveled at Jimmy's sophistication for such a young boy. But then, I recalled that in our village thirteen years is not really such a young age to be sexually sophisticated. And, as these thoughts raced through my head, Jimmy pushed himself up off the ground with his arms and stood on his knees. He accomplished this expertly, without even interrupting Clem's rhythm as he pounded the young boy's ass.
Jimmy's cock now stood straight out, throbbing and wavering from side to side as Clem continued to pound his ass. Clem wet his hand with spittle once again and continued hammering his cock into Jimmy's ass as he reached around and began to massage his friend's pecker.
He jerked Jimmy's cock up and down while the boy screamed in a frenzy of growing lust and excitement. "Oh yes, yes, it feels so good. Keep fucking me, Clem! Give it to me, all of it!" he cried out in a state of lusty abandon.
Clem swore between his teeth, calling his young friend the most vile names, telling him exactly how it felt. "Oh yes, my little pansy, it feels so hot, so tight. I love the way you tighten your ass muscles around my huge cock. Afterwards, I'm going to stuff my cock in your mouth and make you lick it clean. I'm going to ram it between your lips just like I'm ramming it in your mouth now. And you're going to blow me, little one. You're going to swallow my cream, aren't you?" he spit fiercely at Jimmy.
"Oh yes, anything for you, Clem. Anything you want," the boy responded meekly. "Just keep fucking me, please, and jerking me off. I'm going to shoot soon."
I listened, absolutely flabbergasted and dumbfounded. It was obvious that this was more than just boyish experimentation. It was obvious that Jimmy was allowing Clem to dominate him in the way that a woman is dominated and degraded by a man. And, it was also obvious that this wasn't the first or even the second time they'd been together like this.
My fist hammered and jabbed at my crotch, spreading the lips wide, almost to the breaking point. I wanted to feel hard throbbing flesh inside of me. I needed a cock. Now, I realize, at that moment at which I was watching my son being buggered by Clem, that I was living his experience vicariously, that I longed to have Clem bang my pussy like he was banging my son's ass. I needed it so badly, that I was determined to have it come hell or high water.
"Now! Now it's coming!" Clem suddenly yelled out, his round wrinkled nut sac, darker and hairier than any other part of his body, banging against Jimmy's upraised bottom.
Clem started slamming in and out faster and faster, his balls batting against the flesh of his young partner creating startlingly loud "smacking" sounds. His cock driving in and out of Jimmy's widened, now mushy hole made "slurping" noises.
Suddenly, Jimmy screamed out. "Now! Do it! I'm coming. Oh shit, I'm coming, coming!" he yelled, moaning and panting wildly as his stubby young member began to spurt, his cream flying out in great spasms, covering Clem's hand and the ground beneath them.
Clem kept jerking Jimmy off as he yelled out that he too was about to come. He continued to drill with short rapid and jabbing pokes, so fast that I could barely see his cock moving in and out of my son's bottom. Finally, he shivered as though suddenly taken by delirium tremors and broke out in a sweat.
Jimmy moaned as his cock dribbled the last thick droplets of come and just then, Clem reached his climax. My fist was up inside my pussy now. I was squeezing my clit between two of my fingers and my heart was beating madly as I watched the handsome swarthy youth coming, shooting his load, his cream gushing into Jimmy's little ass.
The experience was incredible, just unbelievable. The two boys, as I have said before, were like animals, two young horny bulls. Clem's raw sexual energy and excitement made his skin gleam in the half-light of the shade tree. He shivered and roared, bellowing like a wounded animal as he pressed tightly against young Jimmy lest Jimmy pull away before he had deposited every last precious drop of jism in his ass.
Jimmy whimpered and fell forward pulling Clem down on top of him, Clem still unwilling to pull his cock out of the young boy's ass. He kept it in for several more minutes as he lay on top of Jimmy, neither of them saying a word or even daring to move. Finally, Clem pulled his wet limp tool out of Jimmy's ass and fell over on his side, breathing heavily, his face crimson from his maddened exertions.
"Did you like that?" Clem asked tentatively.
Jimmy shot a sideward glance at the strong young man lying next to him and licking his lips said, "You know how much I love to have your cock inside my ass. When it's in me, I... I almost go crazy." Fondly, he reached out and began to stroke Clem's limp pecker.
I felt dizzy, slightly nauseous and physically disturbed. My fist stopped moving, almost of its own accord. I pulled it out and my cunt lips closed. I knew what I had to do. I knew what I needed more than anything else. It was something I felt was inevitable. At the time, I was thinking rationally.
It was impossible for me to wait any longer, hoping that someday someone would take notice of me and relieve me of my sexual frustrations. I had no idea why none of them took an interest in me--perhaps it was my strong masculine appearance; I don't know. But, I knew I couldn't endure it much longer. I wasn't going to sit back and wait, hoping for the best while everyone else was having fun. I needed to be fucked.
I held my breath, gathering my courage, and finally stepped out from behind the tree, revealing myself to the two startled youngsters. "A pretty sight this is," I exclaimed in an angry voice.
The boys turned white as sheets and cowered in the grass, not knowing what to do. They said nothing as I moved forward and stood over them with my hands on my hips glaring down.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" I said, noting how Clem stared at me sullenly, far less embarrassed than Jimmy.
"Please, mother," Jimmy cried out, "you mustn't tell any of the men in the village; they'd kill me."
Jimmy was right, he was certainly in more danger than Clem. The "machismo" of the Latin male was no less strong in our village than in other parts of South America. This perverted sense of masculinity allowed the Latin male to release sexual frustrations by buggering another male. But, men who allowed themselves to be buggered were despised as "womanly." If one of the men had chanced to witness what I had just witnessed, he would have worshipped Clem while relentlessly pursuing Jimmy's tight little ass and at the same time making him the victim of derision in the village.
Although I had not been close to Jimmy in years, I was suddenly bitten by my conscience. "How can he think that his own mother will betray him?" I asked myself. "But then, isn't that what I'm doing?" I thought as I continued to question my behavior. But then, just as quickly, I gave in to my baser instincts of self-preservation. To get what I wanted, I needed to play on his fears.
After only a second of visible hesitation, I continued smugly, "Really? And suppose you tell me why I shouldn't."
"I don't understand," he replied, trying to cover his naked cock with the palm of his hand. "She wants to know what's in it for her," Clem told his young friend coldly. Then, after several seconds, he turned to me, adding, "Why don't you come closer and we'll tell you."
That was exactly what I had in mind.
I moved closer trying to hide my growing excitement. I got down on my knees, the idea of having two boys at once fired my imagination and made my pussy itch even more in anticipation. Clem reached out and ran the back of his hand over my cheek, smiling at me, his eyes narrowing almost demonically.
I was strangely afraid of him. He had the lithe body of a young swimmer and the lustful attitude and sexual sophistication of a dirty old man. I just didn't know what to expect. I let him caress my cheek and swiftly, he reached out with his other hand and began to unbutton my dress. Offering no resistance, I leaned closer and he pressed his wide sensual lips to mine. When he had unbuttoned all of my dress, he grabbed me and flung me to the ground. Pouncing on me he brought his mouth roughly to mine once more and thrust his tongue deep inside my oral cavity.
I began to relax and kissed his lips with my own while his tongue curled in and out of my mouth, brushing, grazing, fondling my lips and tongue. Meanwhile, Jimmy had crawled around me and I felt his hands moving slowly up my calves. He began to massage my legs moving higher and higher as Clem held me rigid on the bed, breathing deeply and smashing his mouth against mine.
I was conscious of both of them and stretched out, my body tingling as Jimmy rubbed the tips of his fingers over my legs. At the same time, Clem moved down and sucked on my chin and neck, nibbling now and again with his teeth.
I didn't move. I let them do all the work.
Clem finally pulled apart the top folds of my dress and ogled my tits. Young Jimmy was becoming more and more aroused. I wondered if it was because I was his mother, or because I was the first woman he'd ever had. His excitement and mounting desire were obvious as his handsome young cock, throbbing, jerked up and down between his legs. He leaned forward and began to lick my thighs.
I couldn't stand the unbearable hindrance of my dress any longer. So, with my lips still pressed to Clem's and while Jimmy continued licking my thighs, I removed it, tossing it aside with a free hand.
I began to imagine that I was being raped. The thought of my being at the mercy of two virile young men thrilled me. Already, I could feel my juices beginning to trickle down the walls of my vagina.
Finally, Clem's mouth literally flew to my breasts. He began to suck and nibble at my nipples until I was tossing in the grass, unable to control my mounting excitement. At the same time, working like a well-practiced duo, Jimmy pressed an eager hand over my pubic mound.
My hands reached up and I began to rub Clem's back as he tongued and sucked on my boobs, stuffing more and more of my succulent tit-flesh between his hungry teeth. He sucked on my nipples like they were pieces of delicious candy.
Jimmy was gradually working his way up my thighs toward my box with his tongue, when Clem turned around and seeing him, pushed him away. Then, Clem slid down the length of my body as he straddled me and buried his face in my thick patch of coarse pubic hair. I pulled my legs out from under him and lifted them up and over his shoulders. He pressed his face against my snatch and sticking out his tongue, licked the ragged-edged outer flaps of my hot and itching vagina.
"Yes, baby," I breathed, hoarse and excited, "eat me! Suck on my pussy. Use your tongue to play with my clit. Do it! Eat me out; make me come in your mouth!"
I was rolling from side to side as I felt his hot raspy tongue lashing my pussy. Then, he pulled apart the front lobes with his fingers and my clitoris burst out from its bed of cunt-flesh. Taking it between his lips, he sucked it right up inside of his mouth, chewing on it gently and rubbing his tongue up and down the shaft and knob of my little finger of erect flesh.
Jimmy was watching Clem work with great admiration and I motioned for him to come over and straddle me. He sat on my chest, his little buns flattening my heavy boobs, his cock just inches from my hungry lips. "Move closer," I instructed, anxious to taste his sex, to feel his cock throbbing inside my mouth.
Jimmy thrust his hips forward and my lips parted to accept the gift of his dong. I stuck out my tongue and swabbed the smooth round head of his young sturdy pole, licking circles around his pisshole as he shivered and began to hump into me, trying to force more and more of his meat down my throat.
"Give it to me!" I gasped. "All of it! I want to taste you, baby. I want to taste everything you've got."
He got really turned-on by what I said because he shoved forward with great energy, stuffing every last inch of his cock down my throat. I almost gagged on it at first, but soon I caught the rhythm of his hips, my head and mouth moving up and down the length of his cock, my nose lightly pressing his sparse, adolescent pubic bush.
"Mmmmm, your mouth feels so good, so hot," he murmured, turning back for a second to see what his friend was doing.
Clem's mouth was moving rapidly. His tongue darted in and out of the folds of my vagina, sucking and lapping quickly until I shivered and felt spasms of raw molten lust course through my body. I'd never been so turned-on in all my life. Here I was, a grown woman carrying on with two hot and eager young boys--one of them my son, the other my nephew. It was more than I'd ever dreamed of, more than I'd ever dared imagine.
Lifting my legs higher as I continued to suck on Jimmy's hard erect tool, Clem wiggled beneath me and licked the length of my vaginal furrow, maneuvering his tongue into the hot crevice between the cheeks of my ass. I raised my legs, knowing what he was after. It was obvious what his tastes were inclined towards and I had no objections, none at all.
His tongue slithered down my furrow, stopping at my asshole. There, he licked circles around the puckered aperture tentatively tasting the flesh around my hole to see if I was clean. Then, his tongue eased itself into the hot slightly moist confines of my rectum.
I gasped with pleasure as I felt his tongue sliding all the way in, pumping in and out quickly as I worked on Jimmy's pecker, sliding my lips and tongue over the shaft and jiggling his tight little balls with the palm of my hand.
I was so turned on, so physically aroused, that everything which happened after that seemed to happen while I was in a daze. I Was not conscious of anything other than the pleasure, the pleasure and excitement that began to engulf me, overwhelming my senses and making me a victim of my passion and long stored physical needs.
Suddenly, Clem pulled his face from between my legs and almost before I knew it, he had grabbed Jimmy by his shoulders and pulled him off of me, causing his cock to pop from my mouth. Then Clem grabbed me rudely and shoved me over onto my side. Then, he lay on his side facing me, his massive pecker only inches from my lips.
I certainly wasn't averse to sucking on his thick young dick and opened my mouth wide, accepting his cock as he shoved it forcefully down my throat. It was so much bigger than Jimmy's, I had a hard time getting all of it in my mouth. I marveled at how two boys, practically the same age (Clem was only ten months older than Jimmy), could be so different physically. Clem was so much more stronger, broader in the shoulders than Jimmy; and he had a cock almost twice the size of Jimmy's.
I did the best I could to get all of his enormous tool in my mouth; and, soon, I picked up his rhythm as he pushed his hips back and forth, humping my mouth. He twisted my nipples and smiled down at me evilly as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. My skin glowed with the pure joy of rising excitement.
While I sucked on his cock, sniffing his musky masculine scent and fondling his nuts at the same time--marvelously heavy furry balls which hung pendulously between his hairy thighs--Jimmy had gone down on my cunt, picking up where Clem had left off.
Jimmy alternately licked and sponged my pussy with his tongue. He sucked hard and kept my clit buried inside his hot wet mouth. I was shoving my hips up, meeting his hungry mouth halfway. Clem looked from one to the other of us, eyeing everything that was going on around him, obviously impressed by the fact that we were mother and son.
Encouraging Jimmy to greater heights, he yelled out, "Thataboy! Get down there and make your mother cream, you little motherfucker. Shit man, see how she loves to be eaten out by you. Suck on it! It's the first taste of pussy you've ever had, so get a fuckin' mouth full."
My suspicions were confirmed. Jimmy was still technically a virgin and I was determined to change all of that before the afternoon was over. It seemed kind of right at the time, that the first woman he had should be his mother.
Looking down at me, Clem laughed and said, "You sure do give a sweetass blowjob, auntie. That's right," he purred, "take it all the way in, nice and easy. I got plans for you," he said sinisterly, "big plans."
His very cruelty and rough arrogant manner excited me even more as he plowed into my mouth not caring whether or not I was gagging on his huge tool. I reached around and grabbed hold of his buttocks, pinching them roughly to give him a taste of his own medicine. He seemed to enjoy my violent caresses and I continued squeezing the cheeks of his ass, kneading the tight thinly furred flesh with my fingers.
Slowly, I edged up to his crevice, hoping to jab a finger right up inside of his asshole. Instead of flinching or pulling back, he stayed where he was, moving his cock even more rapidly in and out of my mouth. Seeing the liberty afforded me, I shoved my fingers between his hairy ass cheeks. His crevice was thinly haired and extremely hot. I felt the folds and tight little swirling puckers of his boyish asshole.
I doubted that Jimmy had ever fucked Clem, but nevertheless, I was certain that any person with such a strong anal appetite would be unable to resist the chance to be finger-fucked. I prodded with my index finger and found the center of his hole. Then, I pushed my finger in gently. He winced a little as my fingernail cut his sphincter, but he didn't pull my hand away. So, I pushed my finger in a little deeper; and, before I knew it, my finger was buried in his tight hot bottom right up to the knuckle. I guided it all the way in, tickling and massaging his prostate as he moaned with short guttural whimpers. He plunged his tool deeper down my throat as Jimmy continued performing cunnilingus with a growing expertise.
Jimmy, indeed, was a fast learner, but I did not want to end our little threesome so soon. So, after a few more minutes of cock-sucking, cunt-eating, and finger-fucking, I pushed Clem away and told Jimmy to get on his side facing me, so that his cock was only inches from my eager pussy.
Readily, he did what he was told. I moved close to him and he rubbed the head of his dong across my crimson gash, parting the outer lips of my pussy as he tried to wedge his pecker inside.
Seizing hold of his cock with one hand, I moved forward thrusting it right inside my gaping snatch. Then, he grabbed me by the shoulders to steady me and rammed his pole all the way in. With a single smooth unbroken thrust, he had managed to bury every last luscious inch of his young cock deep inside my cunt.
I tightened my cunt muscles around the sensitive skin of his shaft, holding him in place. My ass was pushed out in this position and Clem soon realized what was expected of him.
Jimmy's was the first cock in my snatch in a long while and I could hardly wait for him to start pumping his meat in and out, enjoying his very first fuck with a woman. But, I waited patiently as Clem guided his massive rammer between the fleshy cheeks of my ass.
Clem gripped me around the waist and plowed into me with a rough eager lunge, plunging into my asshole as I gasped. A second hungry lunge forward and he was all the way inside, separated from Jimmy's cock by only the thin divisional membrane between my vagina and rectum.
They both began to plunge in and out of my holes at the same rate. They shoved their cocks in madly, and pulled them out slowly, almost to the crown before ramming them in again.
I was wedged between two handsome youths, my arms around one of them, Jimmy, as they both pistoned into me. It was the most incredible experience I'd ever had, having two cocks at once... They went in with a recklessness that left me breathless, plunging and darting from side to side before pulling out and away and hammering in again.
"Yes, yes!" I cried out. "Oh give it to me. More, more. Fuck me, fuck me forever, my darlings!"
I was writhing and moaning, shaking from side to side as I felt the impact of both sturdy young cocks. My ass was stretched to accommodate Clem's thick rammer. My vaginal muscles fluttered, clenching and then releasing and then clenching again around Jimmy's thinner, but nonetheless delightful rod.
Everything was doubled. Every sensation, every shiver of lust was doubled by the twofold attack. They were sweating as they reached around to play with each other's ass at the same time they were ramming me. I saw Clem shoving two eager fingers right up inside Jimmy's beautiful bottom.
And as for my son, well, he was getting very lewd indeed. He tried to shove his whole fist up Clem's ass. But Clem wrenched away, saying that it hurt too much. So instead, he shoved in only one finger, jabbing it in and out quickly, relishing the idea of taking Clem's bottom even if only with a single finger.
Shoving their juicy meat into me until I thought that I would either faint or explode with pleasure, I realized that my orgasm was fast approaching. My climax was taking hold of me, shaking and throttling me on the ground as I kept moaning, begging them to fuck me, to fuck me forever. I couldn't contain myself and finally, it happened.
"Oh god now. I'm coming. I'm coming. Hold me! Fuck me! Harder, harder!" I begged, nearly incoherent as they plunged in and out, gasping for breath as my climax took hold of me and I felt my cunt getting mushy, filled with juice. And just as I reached the peak of my pleasure, Clem and Jimmy both seemed to come, both at the same time.
"Now, now!" Jimmy called out. "Oh my cock is exploding. My come, my come is spurting into my mother. Ohh... " and he trailed off as I felt his hose throbbing, pulsating inside my pussy and cascading thick wads of creamy jism down into my hot wet hole.
He shivered and sobbed, gritting his teeth as I heard his breath rattling in his chest. His cock was literally darting around inside of me and I clamped my muscles tight around his joint, holding him in and milking him dry. And just as Jimmy seemed to quiet down, I felt Clem battering against my bottom. His lunges and forward thrusts made my bones shake and he screamed out that he was going to shoot his hot creamy load.
"Hold on, auntie!" he told me. "Here comes, holy shit what a tight fuckin' ass. I'm coming. Oh shit, I'm creaming, now, now for shit's sake!" he roared, snorting like a bull as I felt a soothing balm washing over the insides of my ass, bathing the walls of my belabored bottom with a thick and creamy emission. He plunged in until I felt his crisp pubic hairs against my skin and then held himself there as he shivered and clutched my tits, coming and writhing on the ground, caught in the throes of his orgasm. I had never seen a man so excited before, so powerful in the grip of his moment of physical and psychological fulfillment. Clem hung onto me, unable to do anything but moan and whimper as he kept coming, his cock jerking around inside my body, spurting out great thick wads of come which cascaded along the tight walls of my ass and dripped down over his shaft and around my well-stretched asshole.
Well, do you know what happened after that?
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I cut her short at this point. The time I had allotted for this last interview with her was already gone; and, I'm also afraid that I must confess, I was a bit stunned by her startling frank revelations. Although I didn't press her for further details, it seemed quite obvious to me that she was, at the time of the last interview, still continuing her liaisons with her son and nephew. This was consistent with the attitudes and tastes of the other villagers, and because she could not and would not be able to affect a different life style, I couldn't condemn her bizarre sexual appetite. I could only hope the best for her, and hope that her new found outlet would continue to alleviate her sexual frustrations; and, that someday her son and nephew would not hate her, and more importantly, that she would not grow to hate herself.
CASE NUMBER SIX
We conducted our final interview with a young female of ten years named Nina. At first, we had difficulty persuading little Nina to trust us. However, because it was a problem we'd encountered with the other members of the family, we were not at all unprepared for her initial reticence. Indeed, we were somewhat surprised by her intelligence and willingness to cooperate once the novelty of being interviewed wore off.
In our first session, we accomplished little more than just "getting acquainted." And during this particular interview, we restricted our questioning to her non-sexual relationships with various other members of the family. We were careful to avoid mention of the one member of the family, Nina's father, Juan, with whom we'd learned Nina had had sexual contacts.
Each of the interviews in the following text has been introduced with the date, time, and location it took place for the more exacting reader, who may value such precision.
We have attempted to keep our comments to a minimum, although the child's tender years and subsequent difficulty in verbalizing her emotions have necessitated the interjection of clarifying remarks from time to time.
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Our second interview took place in the building in which the cooking was done immediately after the evening meal on the 12th of June in 1970.
Interviewer: Nina, I feel as though we've known each other for quite some time since we had our first chat. I was particularly pleased that we learned to trust each other, because you can be of great help to me in my work. I enjoy living among your people. I feel as though they are my people also, because I have lived among you for such a long time now.
Nina: But, you must think us very queer because of the way we live. So many people do not like us because of it.
Interviewer: Not at all Nina, the way you live is unique; but, it is not wrong. We must never make a value judgment concerning another culture; I mean by that, that we must never say that it is right or wrong. People live the way they do, because they must; their living patterns are dictated by circumstances. I think you can understand that; you are a bright little girl. Your family lives the way it does, because your great-grandfather did something that angered the people of Greatlands very much, and that was many years ago. I am not living among your people, and learning of their ways because I think your people are bad. I am living among them only because they are different. I have great respect for your people, and for you. I also feel an affection for them. Now, will you please tell me of your relationship with your father, Juan.
Nina: (After slight hesitation) Me and my father were playing at the shack in the forest, outside the compound. Much sugar cane is kept there, and often, in the afternoons, my father takes me there when the sun is hot.
When we got to the door of the house this day, my father grabbed me and said, "You are my prisoner."
I laughed because I thought we were playing a game. My father and I often play games by the shack of cane. He and I like to play pretend together. But, on this day, he grabbed my arm and pushed me into the house. He hurt me, and this frightened me; so, I cried. He would not let me go, either. He told me that first I must pretend that I am his prisoner. He told me that I must try to escape to prove that I am his prisoner. He took his bandana from around his neck and dried my eyes. This was kind of him; and so, I loved him once more, and played that I was his prisoner.
I was having fun trying to get by him, and escape into the forest. I tried many times to sneak by, but was unable to do so. So, I tickled him, and he laughed. Then he took his arms and put them around me like this. (She demonstrated by placing her own arms around her body.) Then he said to me, "You have a pretty body, Nina." And he told me that before he would allow me to leave, I must first take off my dress so that he could see my pretty body.
I didn't think it would be wrong for me to do this, because he has seen me naked many times when he bathes me in the morning. (This in itself was unusual, because the care of the children was usually left to the women of the village.) So, I took off my dress while he watched like this. (Nina affected the expression of a crazed animal.) I thought that he was pretending to be an animal now; so, I laughed. That made him very mad though; and, he slapped me in the face. I cried when he did this, because it hurt very very much.
I could tell that he was sorry he did it, because he put his arms around me once more, and said, "Don't cry, little Nina; I love you." Then he did something that I did not like very much at first. He put his hand on my...
(Nina hesitated here. This was obviously the first time she'd told anyone about her experience, which must have been quite traumatic. I waited patiently for her to continue.) He put his hand here. (She demonstrated by placing her hand on her vagina.) I did not like it at first; but, when he put his finger inside of my private part, I thought that it felt good. So, I did not ask him to stop.
Then, while he made his finger go in and out of my private part, he made me lay down. After a while he stopped this, and stood up and took off his shirt and pants. Now he was naked too; and, he had a very big thing. It stood up like this, and was very very hard.
He told me to put his thing in my mouth. I did not want to do this at first; but then, he made me do it.
As I sucked on it, it got very sticky; and, all the while I sucked he just moaned and moaned, like this. (She made the more obvious noises of one in the throes of ecstasy.) Then I told him that I must stop because I did not like the taste of it. Then he asked me, "Does Nina want sugar?"
I told him that I did, and he broke off a piece of cane, and rubbed the sweetness on his thing. He said, "Now, you will not mind sucking my thing."
I told him that I still did not want to put his thing back in my mouth. I was afraid that this would make him mad again; but, it did not. Instead, he took the piece of cane and shoved it inside of my hole. And while he did this, he sucked my teats. I liked the feel of this very much.
Then, he stopped, and made me lay on the cotton bags for packing the cane. He kissed my thing. He put his tongue in it and licked the sweetness out. Once, I had seen Pedro doing this with Katrina; and, I told him this. I also told him that I liked to have him do this.
He said, "I will do it as often as you like, Nina, because I like it too."
When he stopped licking the sweetness out of my hole, he pressed his tongue into my mouth. It was sweet from the cane; but, after the sweetness was gone, it was bitter--bitter with the juices from my hole.
His tongue filled my mouth. It was big and wet. He lifted his body on top of me and pushed his thing slowly into my hole. I thought that because it was so big, it would not fit. I asked him not to. I told him, I thought that it was too big; but, he told me not to be afraid. It was all the way in me before I knew it; and, I liked the feel of it inside of me.
He kept pushing it in and taking it out slowly. Then he went faster and faster. (At this point, Nina stood and thrust her hips violently forward several times to indicate the pumping motion her father had employed.) The faster he went, the more I liked it. It felt so good, I thought that I could have him do it all day long. But then, he went faster still, and it began to hurt once more. My hole seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Then he screamed, and his body shook. I thought that he must surely be dying. I was frightened, and began to cry. But, he kissed me hard to keep me quiet. Soon, he stopped shaking, and just lay quietly on top of me. He was very heavy. But because he was also very tired, I did not ask him to move.
We lay for a long time in the heat of the shack, heavy with the sweet smells of cane. His thing had shrunk inside of me. When he finally pulled it out, I was glad to see that it was small enough again to fit inside his pants.
(Although Nina did not seem particularly upset after having related this experience to me, I thought it best to cut the interview short. Nina's fears of punishment should the other members of the family discover her sexual exploits with her father were quite unfounded. Unknown to her, Juan had already boasted of his sexual relations with his daughter to the other men of the village. And they in turn had already made several of the women in the village privy to this information. The elders of the village planned no retribution for the two. They quite accepted this behavior as a fact of their existence. And although Nina's age might have given them momentary pause, they soon learned to accept her as sexually mature.) The third interview with Nina, which is really only the second one recorded here, took place at approximately the same time, and in the same location the following day.
Nina, as we had expected, was more responsive and friendly than she had been during the previous two interviews. This would prove to be the pattern--at each succeeding session Nina would be less reticent and more trusting than at the previous. This fact was encouraging for us at least; because, it indicated that our in-depth interviews were having no detrimental effects on the child.
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Nina: I can't remember my second time with Juan very well. It happened very late at night. I was sleeping in my Aunt Katrina's hut when he came to me. Juan woke me, and asked if he could lay with me for a little while.
I said no, because I feared my aunt would be back soon and would find us together. But, I really did want him to stay, because sometimes my aunt did not come home at night; and, often I was frightened by noises in the jungle.
Juan told me that he would listen for my aunt's steps outside the hut, and would leave quietly through the window when he heard her coming. He also said, that he did not think my aunt would be returning that evening, because he had seen her go to the hut of my cousin, Murphy. I believed him, because whenever auntie went to Murphy's hut, she did not return until the morning.
After he told me this, I said it was all right for him to get into bed with me. And, he did this. He crawled close to me in the dark and made me feel safe.
My father said that he liked my body; and, he began rubbing me all over. He said that he especially liked my "pussy;" and he put one of his fingers inside of it. Then, he asked me if I would let him put his tongue inside my "pussy," too. Because I like the feel of this, I told him that he could.
(The word "pussy" appears in quotes, because it is obviously a word that Juan had chosen to use. Even though Nina was quite young, she was still very much a lady, and not prone to the usage of such vulgar language. From here on out, however, we will drop the quotes.
It should also be mentioned that Nina refers to Juan by both his given name, and as "my father." The fact that she uses his given name demonstrates the extent to which the children of the village are not always aware of their parentage; and that, they are prone to regard all adults in the village as parents.) My father crawled under the sheets, and put his tongue on this part of my leg. (At this point, she lifted her dress and pointed to her groin.) He licked all around here, and then he began to lick my pussy. I liked this very much. Once, when I was at home alone, I let my dog, Vita, do this to me. It felt good, but not as good as when my father did it. I especially liked for him to push his tongue in and out of my hole.
While he pushed his tongue in and out of my hole, he also pinched my teats. My teats are not so big as Auntie Kate's, but still, I liked the feel of my father's hands on them.
Then, he asked if he could put his thing inside me. I was very much afraid to let him, because I know this is the way that babies are made. I told my father, "I can not let you, because I do not want to have a baby."
He laughed at this, and told me that I was very young--much too young to bear a child. He also told me that before I can have a baby, my teats must get very big and heavy with milk for the child. He said if this does not happen, the baby will starve. He also said that before a baby can be born, he must put a seed in my body. The seed, he said, is like the syrup of sugar cane. He said that he would not put this seed in my body; so, I should not be afraid.
The thing between his legs had grown very hard and very, very big. He told me to touch it. "Feel my cock," he said, "just feel it, Nina. See how big it is? Put your hand around it; it is talking to you."
I put my hand around it, and it felt like the "wriggling" garden snakes I have held. It seemed to have a life of its own. It was warm and wet. It seemed to say to me, "I want to crawl inside of you, Nina." Now, I wanted to see how it felt inside my body. I asked my father to let it crawl into me.
He got on top of me; and his snake began to creep into my hole. He allowed only the tip in at first. In my mind, I could see it wiggling its way into me. I told my father that I thought his snake had grown too big to fit its entire body inside of me. So, he spit into his hand, and rubbed the spit all over his thing. Then, he allowed it once more to begin creeping into my body. I liked the feeling of my hole opening to allow his snake all the way in.
The heat from his snake seemed to make my stomach glow. I thought perhaps it had crawled all the way to my stomach. It made me feel like I was on a swing, swinging fast and high out over the river.
It crawled in slowly, and then crawled out again just as slowly. Then, it began to go in and out faster and faster. I liked for it to go fast. This made me dizzy--so dizzy that I thought I would faint.
My father began to breathe very hard as his thing moved in and out of my hole faster and faster. He breathed like he had been running hard through the jungle for a very long time. And, all I could see in my mind was that great snake moving faster and faster.
Then, my father made a great scream--a scream so great that I thought it would surely awake the rest of the village. He stopped moving and just lay on top of me. I could no longer think of the snake. Once more, I was afraid. I was afraid that my father had. hurt himself and could not move. Because he was too heavy for me to move him by myself, I thought that he would lay on top of me until morning. And in the morning, I was afraid that Auntie Kate would find us together and tell the rest of the village what we had done.
Then he moaned; and, I knew that he was only resting. I told him that he was very heavy, and that he must get off of me.
He laughed, and rolled onto his back next to me. My hole felt very funny. I stuck my finger inside it and found that it was filled with a sticky white stuff like the syrup of cane. I took his thing in my hand. It was no longer hard; and it was covered with the same sticky, white syrup.
I cried, "Father, father, you promised not to do this. Now I will have a child."
He laughed again and said that the syrup was magic. He said that he would not allow the gods to make me have a child. I believed him, and that is why today I have had no child.
I found the sticky stuff very curious though. I asked my father about it. He told me that it was good to eat. He told me to eat--that it would make me strong.
At first, I did not want to do this; but, he took my head in his hand and brought it down to his thing. I put his thing in my mouth and it tasted bitter. It did not taste like the sweet syrup of sugar cane at all. I liked having his seed in my mouth though; so, I continued to lick it off his thing. In my mouth, once more his thing grew large. And once again it was hot and seemed to be filled with life.
Then something happened which caused me to become frightened once more--Auntie Kate came into the hut. When I saw her looking down at me as I sucked my father's thing, I stopped. I hid beneath the sheets because I thought that she would beat me. I waited for a long time under the sheets though, and this did not happen. After a while I heard strange noises, and lifted the sheet to see what was happening. Auntie Kate was down on her knees and sucking my father's snake as I had done earlier. As I watched, I was surprised to see her doing this.
Soon, she began to laugh; and, when she laughed, my father laughed too. I wanted to laugh, but I could not. I was mad.
Auntie Kate sucked my father's thing hard--much harder than I had. She sucked for a long time; and my father seemed to like it more.
As I watched her head moving up and down in the light of the moon, and watched my father's great, hard snake moving in and out of her mouth, I hated her. I hated her for coming home and finding us when she was not supposed to. But, mostly I hated her for taking my father away from me. I knew that my father would not sleep with me now; and, I hated her for that too.
My father screamed once more. It was a scream like before; but, now I did not care if anyone heard. Now, his scream only made me angry. I knew now that it was not a scream of pain, but a scream of pleasure. And because I wanted to be the only one to give my father such pleasure, I cried. I cried as I watched the white syrup jump once more from his snake, and ooze from my aunt's mouth.
I pulled the sheets over my head again, and cried myself to sleep as my father fell asleep in the very same bed with Auntie Kate in his arms.
Nina's hatred for her Aunt Katrina because Katrina had "stolen" her father from her is, of course, a clear manifestation of the Electra complex. Although, as has been pointed out earlier, all of the adults of the village were parents to all of the children, Katrina was closer to Nina than any other adult female, and hence, by virtue of this special relationship, was quite clearly a mother substitute. Nina's hatred for Katrina was the equivalent of any young female's hatred for her mother when the girl realizes that she is vying with her mother for the attentions of her father.
Nina's Electra complex was different from that of most young girls, however. The Electra complex is rarely resolved for the young female through sexual union with the desired love object, the father. Most young girls are forced to sublimate the hatred they bear their mothers, and to redirect their passions toward a socially acceptable father substitute, a young male outside the family. The young female then showers her affections on the "new man in her life" in the manner that she might bestow her favors on her father if given the opportunity. Although Nina's father was denied her as a sexual partner, Nina had still been able to achieve sexual union with him on two separate occasions--something that typical young females are rarely able to do. Nina was, and still is, prevented from seeking sexual union beyond the bonds of consanguinity.
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Although we cannot predict what effects this will have on her future development, we were encouraged by the fact that she seemed to be weathering the storms of psychosexual development admirably. Our hope for her is, that she grows to be a beautiful and healthy young woman, although it seems doubtful that she will ever be able to enjoy an adult life, that differs from the lives of the present adult females in the village.
CONCLUSION
Most sociologists are of the opinion that the universal taboo against incest is not a matter of biological imperative, but rather, that taboos against incest came about through social necessity. They explain the incest taboo as the "social means of achieving the advantages of marrying and mating outside the family." Most anthropologists, including the study group of which I was a member, have had to assume that men are naturally inclined to mate and marry within the family. Our findings, as related in the previous chapters, would seem to give partial justification to this view.
On the other hand, some sociologists and anthropologists, influenced by the Freudian school of psychology, have theorized that intimate childhood association precludes sexual interest among members of the same family. But, if this were true, then there would be no need for the social sanctions against incest that prevail in almost every culture, civilized and primitive, to obtain the biological advantages of out-breeding. Again, our studies in Curtisville have relevancy here, because they "seem" to disprove this hypothesis.
We say "seem" because it is necessary to exercise caution on this point. It must be remembered that the members of the Brown family of Curtisville were forced to seek sexual union within the bounds of consanguinity because they were isolated from the other families in the immediate area. The existence of Curtisville, therefore, does not confirm fact, beyond doubt, that there is no natural aversion to marriage and mating within the bounds of consanguinity.
The safest conclusion that we can draw from our studies in Curtisville, is that institutions--such as incest taboos--are created by social systems, that just as there is no innate drive compelling man to mate within his family, there is, likewise, no innate drive compelling man to mate outside his family. Institutions like incest taboos are created by social systems, not by neurosensory-muscular-glandular systems. Institutions are syntheses of cultural elements. Variations in the definition of, and prohibitions against incest are due to a great variety of situations. In one situation, which is to say one type of culture, we will find one definition of incest and one set of prohibitions against it. In a different situation, or different culture, we will find a different definition and a different set of rules. Incest and exogamy are therefore defined in terms of the mode of life of a people--by factors such as "communication and transportation, customs of residence, knowledge, techniques of thought, etc." And the mode of life, in all its aspects, technological, sociological, and philosophical, is culturally determined.
