Chapter 8
Adolescence is a stormy time for both parents and children. For purposes of this discussion, we will define it as the period of transition between childhood and maturity. Faced with all kinds of new feelings and emotions, the child may be firmly convinced that he knows what is best for him and that it is time for his parents to give him the freedom he thinks he needs.
On the other hand parents, being adults themselves, can see how immature their children still are. They want to protect the adolescents from hurting themselves and others.
The pendulum of child raising has swung back and forth between severity and too much permissiveness. Currently, the trend is to follow your own instincts and instill in the child your own values of right and wrong, morality and immorality.
In theory, this is acceptable. But does it really work? The real problem is that in today's changing society most people just aren't sure what is right and what is wrong. They realize they should set certain guidelines for their adolescent children, but exactly what should they be? While the adults realize that their standards can be different from those of their children, the teen-agers do not always agree. A father who is keeping a mistress while he is insisting that his daughter refrain from any kind of sexual activity is thought to be a hypocrite, at least by his daughter.
When unfair restrictions are placed on young people, they have a growing desire to get back at the parent, to hurt him in some way. Many times this results in an illegitimate pregnancy or juvenile delinquency or drugs. If the urge for revenge is strong enough it can result in an incestuous seduction.
CASE HISTORY
Jennie R. came from a difficult home environment. Her parents had never gotten along well, for as far back as she could remember. As she got older the fights were about her.
"Every damned thing I wanted to do was a big struggle. When I was twelve I wanted to wear lipstick. Every other kid on the block did. My mom said it was fine but my dad raised holy hell. He called me a tramp and several other choice things. Finally I just sneaked it on whenever I was away from home. But it was a real pain in the ass."
Jennie's father, Bart, had been fucking every girl he could for years. His wife knew about it but didn't care. At first she did but then she realized that it meant nothing to him and wasn't breaking up their home.
Most of the girls Bart slept with were much younger than he was. He loved the feel of their high, firm breasts and their tight pussies. When he plunged his cock inside them it made him feel young again.
While none of the girls were as young as Jennie was then, he knew that he didn't want his daughter to spread her legs for anyone who asked. Because of this, he fought every effort the girl made to grow up. He felt that he knew what young girls were like and he wanted his daughter to be different.
When Jennie was sixteen, she started going out on dates. Naturally, this worried and enraged her father.
"Where the hell have you been? It's after midnight."
"Daddy, I'm only five minutes late."
"But where have you been? What have you been doing with that young punk for four hours?"
"I told you, we went to a show and then stopped off and had some pizza."
"That doesn't take four hours. I suppose after that you drove around the park. And kissed and necked and God knows what else. That's what did, isn't it? Isn't it?"
"No, we didn't park. He kissed me goodnight a couple of times and that was all. Really it was."
"I don't believe you. No daughter of mine is going to behave like a tramp. Not while she's living in my house."
"But Daddy, I didn't do anything. But one of these days I will, just you wait. I think you want me to get fucked, or raped or something. You keep talking about it like that and I swear I will."
The more her father questioned and abused the girl, the more she thought about sex. She knew several girls in school who had fucked and they seemed just fine. No one ever said anything nasty about them and they all had steady boyfriends. Jennie began to question her parents' standards.
She had always had a strong sexual urge, ever since she could remember. As a small child she had masturbated frequently. She didn't even know it was a sexual thing—it just felt good. And when she was ten she had done a great deal of experimentation with another girl.
The two girls both felt an overwhelming curiosity about sex. Polly had found a magazine in her brother's room showing all kinds of positions. They read all about it and thought it might be fun to try. One night they did.
"Polly, you be the boy first and then I'll be the boy, okay?"
Polly began by taking Jennie in her arms and kissing her soft, sweet lips. Their lips parted at the same time and their tongues darted in and out of each others' mouths. Jennie relaxed and lay back on the bed while Polly climbed on top of her.
The girls quickly undressed each other and rubbed their budding tits together until they were both moaning with passion. Polly's hand crept down Jennie's legs until she came to the soft, wet cavern between them. Shyly she covered the warm cunt with her hand, letting all the juice and vibration flow all through her body.
At the touch of a hand on her cunt Jennie felt her clit jump up as the hot blood poured into it. Soon her whole pink, glistening cunt was excited and she took Polly's hand in hers and moved it up and down. It didn't take the other girl long to find out just how Jennie liked it. She rubbed the tight twat and rolled the swollen clit around in her fingers, driving Jennie out of her mind.
At last her fingers found their way back to Jennie's open hole and she ran them in and out as fast as she could. Jennie groaned and then came, giving a sharp scream.
When it was Jennie's turn to be the boy, she spread Polly's legs wide open to get a good, close look at her quivering pussy. She thought it looked so sweet and open and helpless just laying there exposed, with drops of cream glistening like dew, that she bent down and kissed it gently. She found the taste delightful and began to lick and suck and bite on the sweet cunny.
Polly was so turned on that she couldn't keep still. She wanted to toss and turn on the bed and scream with excitement. When Jennie tongued her hole, working in and out as fast as a snake, Polly went wild. She came so hard and fast that Jennie was afraid her friend was having some kind of awful convulsion.
After finding out how much pleasure they received from sex, the girls were both eager to keep it up as Often as they could. For the next two years they tried to spend the night together as often as they could manage. It worked out to about once a week.
The older the girls got, the more they learned about sex. While their first experience had been practically guilt free, towards the end they both were beginning to wonder if something was the matter with them. Finally they just stopped having sexual relations but remained good friends all the same.
Jennie's father's taunts and suggestions reminded Jennie just how much she enjoyed sex. She was a pretty girl and dated a lot and it wasn't long before she started looking at the boys differently. She began to imagine what it would feel like to get fucked and sucked by every boy she met.
Naturally the boys all tried but she resisted them. Not because she thought sex was wrong, no matter what her father said, but because she wanted to be in love.
As she told Polly, "I'm sure as hell in favor of fucking. But for the first time I want it to be so beautiful that I'll always remember it my whole life long. And I can't believe that kind of beauty can be found on the back seat of a car with a casual date."
By then, Polly had slept with three boys and thought her friend's attitude was a little stuffy.
"You mean you want to be engaged or something? Look, from my experience I can tell you that a cock is a cock and they all do just about the same thing once they get inside of you. Shit, with your attitude you might still be a virgin when you're twenty or something."
"God, don't even joke about something like that. And I'm not looking for a ring, either. I just want to feel something really special for the guy. I want to be in love, that's all. Were you ever in love?"
"Sure. I was with Tim, my first. God, I was starry eyed and couldn't eat—the whole bit. I just about came from holding hands. When I got home from a date I had to wash out all my panties myself so my mother wouldn't see all the cream."
"Well, wasn't the first time wonderful?"
"It was all right. But let's face it, it gets better and better all the time. Besides, Tim turned out to be a real bastard. In bed he was fine but otherwise he was dreadful. That's the great thing about fucking—it clears your eyes. Before you do it you're so wrapped up in sex that you can't think of anything else."
"Still, didn't being so crazy about him make it better?"
"No. Look, I can't tell you what to do. If you think it would be better to fall in love, then wait until you do. Frankly, I think love gets in the way of good sex. But that's me. And we are two different people, after all."
A few weeks after Jennie and Polly had their talk, Rod moved into town. He was everything Jennie had always wanted in a boy. He was good looking in a rugged, masculine way with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His pants were so tight that when he walked Jennie could see the bulge of his prick. All the girls in school commented about how well hung he looked.
Besides being good-looking, he was very bright and had a good sense of humor. As soon as she saw him Jennie knew that something was going to happen. Since Jennie was the best-looking girl in school who wasn't already going steady, it seemed natural that the two would get together.
After a few dates, Rod suggested that they go to the park for a while. Jennie readily agreed, knowing that they wanted each other. Rod spread a blanket out on the warm ground and they lay there holding hands and looking up at the sky. He finally leaned over and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and drew him close until he was laying on top of her.
They lay like that, kissing and holding each other for a long time. Jennie could feel Rod's hardness pressed against her body and she loved it. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his hand underneath her bra until he was holding her breast firmly. With his other hand he reached around and unhooked her bra so that her lovely breasts fell free.
In the moonlight they looked like two white mountains, topped off by pale pink peaks. He played with her nipples and then kissed them, taking them in his mouth and sucking until they were swollen with passion. Jennie held his head down to her breasts, running her fingers through his hair.
He undressed her quickly, running his hands up and down her white, moonlit body. After feeling all the wet, sloshy cream in her cunt he climbed on top of her and slid his stick inside her body. It hurt at first but the pain quickly passed. As Rod rammed his prick into her body every fiber of her being responded. She was fucking with her heart and soul and cunt and she loved every second of it.
When Rod came, his cream spurted into her pussy and felt like it was spiraling upward, to reach every inch of her body. Her box spasmed and caused a tidal wave of love and passion to flow through her. She came again and again, each new orgasm gaining intensity until she felt close to passing out.
They would have liked to stay and enjoy the moonlight but Jennie had to be home on time. She knew that she was in for another cross-examination by her father and wasn't looking forward to it.
After a few more weeks Rob asked her to go steady. She accepted right away, knowing that it proved to her that he really loved her. But when she told her parents, her father blew up.
"What the hell do you mean, you're going steady? Is that just some new excuse to spread your legs? I forbid it. I won't let you get tied down to one boy. You're only sixteen. You're not in love, you just want to drop your pants. I don't think you should see this Rod anymore at all. That's what I think. And you damned well better do what I say or I'll beat your ass black and blue. Is that clear?"
"But Daddy, we love each other. What's so wrong about that?"
"If you don't know, I sure can't tell you. Now go to bed."
"But ... "
"You heard me, go to bed. And if I catch you with him again I won't let you out of my sight. Go to your room."
Jennie left, sobbing bitterly. She knew that there was nothing wrong with what she and Rod had done. She loved him and he loved her. And she loved the feel of his arms holding her tight, and his cock running in and out of her body. She didn't think she could live without him.
When she told Rod what her father had said he was amazed.
"Jennie, I can't give you up, I love you too much. Look, we'll just have to meet secretly. I'm sure we won't get caught."
They managed for two weeks, meeting down at the lake or in Rod's house while his parents were out. The secrecy somehow gave their affair new meaning.
"Rod, I don't know why but I feel so much closer to you now. It's like we're all alone in the world and all we have is each other. Oh, I love you and I love it even more when you touch me. Don't stop, oh, come inside me where you belong. That feels so good. It's like I have something of yours and I never want to let it go. I wish your cock could stay inside me forever."
But they got caught. A neighbor of Jennie's mentioned to her father that she had run into them in a coffee shop. When he found out, he was livid with rage. His own experience with girls made him believe that there was only one reason why they would still be seeing each other.
"Jennie, I warned you. Now I want you to understand something. You are to come home right after school every day. If you are ten minutes late you'll be sorry. Your mother can keep an eye on you in the afternoon. You are not to step out of the house alone. Your girl friends can come here but you cannot visit them. Either your mother or I will answer all phone calls. You will not be allowed out by yourself at any time. Is that clear?"
"I hate you. You're an awful man and I hate you," Jennie sobbed. Then she ran from the room.
Her mother tried to defend her and reason with her father but it didn't work. He refused to relent.
Jennie was miserable. She felt like a caged rat, never being alone. One day when Polly was over, her mother told her that she could go out to lunch, but that she had to be back in exactly one hour. Jennie gave her a quick hug, grabbed Polly, and ran out the door. They went to an out-of-the-way restaurant where they thought they wouldn't run into Jennie's father.
But they did. He was sitting in a dark corner with a young blonde, holding her hand with one hand and her knee with the other. The girls didn't see him at first, but when they did Jennie almost fainted.
"Isn't that Robin with him, the girl who had that awful reputation?"
"I don't know, Jennie. Who was she?"
"Oh, she graduated about two years ago. I heard that at one party she blew half the football team while the other half were fucking her. But what is Daddy doing with her?"
"I think that's obvious." By then, not knowing that he was being watched, Jennie's father had his hand all the way up the girl's dress. From the way she was squirming around it was clear that she was enjoying it. The girls gulped their food down fast and left in a hurry.
When they got back home, they went into Jennie's room and shut the door. Her mother thought they were behaving a little oddly but knew Jennie had been under a strain so she ignored it.
"Polly, I can't believe it. But I'll bet it isn't the first time. I've seen him look you over once or twice in a funny way, like he was stripping you. Hell, he accused me of being a tramp. He must chase every kid in a mini that comes within two miles of him. The old bastard. Polly, I have to think of some way to get back at him. I hate him so much that I'd like to slit his throat but I don't want to hurt Mom. So it will have to be something very special."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. What would bother him more than anything else in the world?"
"Maybe if you started sleeping around."
"Yeah, but that would bother me a little too." Jennie thought for a few minutes. "I think I've got it. If I could get him to fuck me then he would really hate himself. Don't you think?"
"Jennie! But how would you do it? And could you stand it? I mean, you're the one who thought love was so damned important and you hate the old phony."
"If I knew it would blow his mind I could manage it. As to how—when I had my period I blew Rob instead of letting him fuck me. Now, if I went to work on my dad's cock I'll bet he could get him so hot that he wouldn't know what the hell he was doing."
"But what if it didn't work? He might have you committed or something."
"Shit, I'm already in prison here. I don't think anything could be much worse. Polly, I have to do something. I can't just sit here and take it, now that I know about him. God, I hate him. I hope it makes him so miserable that he'll never be able to get it up again. God, what a bastard."
After a few more tries, Polly realized she couldn't talk Jennie out of it. So she left, saying, "I think you're nuts but if you need any help just give a yell. Good luck, you'll need it."
So Jennie thought about her plan and figured out that she would have to wait three days when her mother would be playing bridge. The actual thought of sucking her father off made her sick so she didn't think about it. Instead, she concentrated on the fact that it would really mess him up.
Finally the night arrived. Her father was sitting watching television when she walked downstairs dressed in a transparent negligee.
"What the hell is that get-up for? Go put some clothes on." All the same he couldn't quite ignore the curves of her body, the pink of her taut nipples or the patch of hair between her legs.
"I thought it was time we had a little talk. I know about you, Daddy. I saw you with Robin. I guess you just like young girls like me, don't you? Well I'm as good as any of your other tramps. In fact, I'll bet I could give you thrills you never had before." With that, she sat down next to him and began to undress him.
"Wait a minute, what the hell are you doing?"
"Just relax, Daddy dear. And try to enjoy it."
His pants were down and she took his prick out and looked at it for a minute. Then she ran her fingers gently around the head, watching it grow. When it was completely hard, she bent down and took it between her lips. She ran her tongue around the swollen, purple head and then took it into her mouth. She sucked on it gently at first but with increasing vigor. Her hand went around to cup his balls and she held them while she continued to suck.
Her father sat there, unable or unwilling to move. She had been right about one thing—it was the best blowjob he had ever had. Through the fog covering his brain he kept trying to tell her to stop but the words just wouldn't come.
She took his whole prick in her mouth and used everything she had on it. Her cheeks were sucking while her teeth held the hard knob. Her tongue ran all around it, darting in and out of the tiny opening on the end. She was rewarded with a drop or two of cream, which made her suck all the harder. At last he came, pouring cream deep into her mouth. Hating it because it was his, she forced herself to swallow it. As her father lay back in his chair looking stunned, Jennie went up to her bedroom and locked the door. She fell asleep quickly, wondering what the next day would bring.
At breakfast her father avoided her. Even when she tried to talk to him he refused to look her in the eye. Since he obviously wasn't going to report her to anyone, she knew that she was safe. When he came home for dinner she told him that she would like to have a talk with him.
"Daddy, I think you realize now that there is no reason to keep me closed up like this anymore. I'll leave you alone if you change your mind and let me go steady with Rod. Is that all right?"
"Yes, it's all right." Her father spoke softly, as though all the fire had gone out of him. "Do whatever you want. I won't interfere in any way. But please leave me alone. I don't even want to look at you."
So Jennie and Rod went steady through high school and college, and eventually got married. Her father, being unable to bear the thought of what had happened, managed to consciously forget the entire episode. But ever since then he has been faithful to his wife.