Case History 9: A Little Girl For Father And Uncle

Melissa H. had been a frequent lover with her father. They had entered into incestuous relations shortly after the hospitalization of Mrs. H. for a lengthy illness. At the time Melissa had been twelve, a beautiful, budding child, just entering into womanhood. Mr. H. was quick to notice Melissa's attributes and take advantage of them. His daughter had not been reluctant to engage in lovemaking with her own father. In fact, she had often daydreamed of just these same experiences and was more than willing to bring the matter to reality.

The incest between father and daughter was short-lived. Mr. H. became highly despondent, took to excessive drinking and eventually took his own life. Melissa wept dramatically over her father's suicide, saying to herself, "Oh, God, what'll I do without daddy. I'm going to miss his fucking so much. I needed him so much. Where will I find a cock to replace daddy's?"

At thirteen, Melissa was without the only lover she had ever known. That it had been expressed through physical acts, did not matter. Incest had been love to Melissa. Without it, there was a vacancy within her mind and body that seemed incapable of fulfillment. For days following the father's death, Melissa took little interest in anything but her memories of the man who had been both her lover and her father.

Mrs. H. seemed little affected by her husband's passing. They had not been compatible for years. Death could not alter that. Mrs. H. continued her promiscuous behavior with scores of men, sometimes even flaunting them in front of her daughter, allowing the men to spend the night, kissing them in front of Melissa and doing everything that a woman would not ordinarily do in front of her child.

"She was just showing off," Melissa once said to her therapist. "My mother was trying to impress me tell me that I wasn't so much just because I was young and pretty, that she was really a hot, groovy bitch."

Mrs. H. had little patience with her daughter. The girl was in the way; her brooding made the mother despondent. There is good reason to believe that the mother knew the reason for the brooding. Once she had even hinted that her daughter and husband had been "fucking." But Mrs. H. largely ignored her child, leaving her care to a governess who had been hired and thereby seeing her offspring as little as possible. The mother did, however, provide something for Melissa that was meant for entertainment. She joined a family club that had many facilities; a gym, a swimming pool, tennis lessons, a bowling alley, modern dance classes, gymnastics and regular Friday and Saturday night jam sessions, where the teenagers were allowed to dance to the rock combos.

Melissa's first trip to the club was grudgingly made. But it suddenly caught her interest and eased some of the depression that had been her constant companion since the day of her father's death. Melissa began attending the club after school as often as she could. Soon, she was attending almost daily, for she discovered the boys who were also members the boys who showed great interest in her young body.

Within a month, Melissa had made several alliances with boys. She was different than the other girls of the club. She seemed very worldly, and her conversation had taken on a sexual connotation. She quickly developed the reputation of being "fast." Melissa was amused by this. She soon set out to prove the validity of the title.

Some of Melissa's conversations with boys during her fifteenth year left little doubt why some mothers would not allow her the company of their sons. Her voice was deep and gruff and was sexually centered. "She sounds exactly like a young whore," one mother said. Conversations between Melissa and different boys of the club were psychotherapeutically recalled and are produced here in nearly the same terms in which they were reported.

Scene: The club tennis court, completely secluded by high bushes and lush trees.

Characters: Melissa and a seventeen-year-old boy.

Dialogue:

"Hey, Melissa, how come you wear leotards for tennis instead of the usual things the girls wear?" the boy asked her.

"Because it shows me off to better advantage than those crummy tennis dresses and bloomers," she answered.

"It sure does," the boy agreed.

"Glad you noticed," she told him.

"You got anything on underneath that?" he asked.

"Of course not, silly. You're not supposed to wear anything under leotards, except maybe some tights. But I'm not dancing, I'm playing. See...." She inflated her tits so that her nipples struck against the stretch material of her blue leotard.

"Oh, boy," the boy gasped.

"Do you want to touch my tits?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Well, go ahead, it's all right. I don't mind."

The boy touched first one breast, then the other, then the first again with a hard, squeezing motion.

"That's enough just a little sample of the merchandise, that's all," Melissa said, pulling away from his hand.

"Jeez, you're a funny one," the boy said.

"Why?"

"Because you're not like the other girls. Hell, most of them act as if they're too good to even talk to you, to say nothing about touching their tits. But you man, you're sure different."

"Have you ever fucked, Bruce?" she asked.

"What?"

"I asked if you've ever fucked," she returned.

He looked away, then said, "No. I came pretty close a couple of times. But I've got virgin cock so far."

"Would you like to fuck with me?" laughed.

"Shit! You bet I would!"

"Well, maybe I'll let you someday."

"Groovy!"

Scene: The club recreation room. It's dark. The characters, Melissa and a sixteen-year-old boy, are sitting on a sofa in the deserted room. No one is around. Most of the people have either left or are at the bar having a few final evening drinks before going home. The following conversation took place between Melissa and the boy, Jeff.

"It's nice here," the boy said.

"It sure is."

"You're nice, too, Melissa."

"No, I'm not."

"You are, too!"

"No, nice, I'm not," she said. "That is, there's lots of nice things about me but I'm not nice the way you mean. I'm the opposite of nice. I'm bad. Bad as hell."

"Well, I think you're nice anyway," he said. There was a pause, then he added, "Just 'cause some people say you've been fucking with the boys around here doesn't mean you're bad." Another pause, the boy's voice asking, "Do you really fuck around so much, Melissa? As much as the kids say you do?"

"Oh, shit," she said brusquely. "Of course I fuck around. Why should I deny it? I like fucking around. In fact, I've been thinking how much fun it would be to suck your cock. I just love the taste of cock come!"

"You do?"

"Sure. Ever since daddy and I used to fuck and do some pretty wild sucking, I've never been able to get enough cock juice. I keep remembering how much daddy used to squirt and how I used to lick it all up, cleaning his cock for him. We had a ball! But then he had to get chicken and blow his head off. What a bummer!"

The boy was dumbfounded for a moment, unable to say the words he was thinking. But then he returned to the reality of the moment. "Melissa, will you fuck with me now?"

"Why you goddamned kid, I thought you'd never ask me."

"When can we do it, Melissa?" he asked softly.

"Why right now, you dumb kid. I'll get rid of these clothes and you'll be able to ram your cock into my belly in no time. Come on now, get rid of your clothes so we can get with it, man."

Melissa and Jeff engaged in heated lovemaking that night, while club members were enjoying cocktails in an adjoining clubroom.

"Shit, Melissa, don't stretch out on the mats like that. It makes me hot. My cock is pushing up and someone may come by and see us."

"I like to make guys hot," she replied with a laugh, stretching her arms higher over her head in a way that revealed her young body in a very sexy way.

"You do it, kid," the boy said.

"I know it." She giggled, then said, "One look at those goddamn gym shorts of yours and I know how hot you get when you're around me. Shit, don't you ever wear a jock?"

"I've got one on," he said sourly.

She giggled, then laughed very hard.

Melissa H., recovering from the loss of her father and the sexual life she had known with him, soon did meet with many boys of the club in acts of intercourse and its aberrations. Her psychiatrist has stated that had she not known premature sex had it not been incestuously oriented she verylikely would not have dived so deeply into a promiscuous life at such an early age.

In her sex life with the various boys of the club, Melissa was discreet in only one respect. Before she allowed a boy the delight of her body, she insisted that he fortify himself with contraceptives. Once the boy was securely arranged, she gave herself to him freely. And as often as he wanted or until she became bored with his advances.

It is obvious that sex with boys near her own age proceeded from some point other than the attainment of gratification. Although she had very early become attuned to orgasm and had achieved it many times with her father, Melissa did not know a similar experience with the boys of the club. A physical problem could have been one of the reasons. Most of the boys had little endurance and usually experienced premature ejaculation. But Melissa's psychiatrist expressed the view that it was possible that if she could not have a father, or a father-figure, as her lover, she would always fall short of full sexual satisfaction for herself. The recreated scene of her first sexual experience with a male relative, other than her father, carries this theory out in strong detail for the stranger-lover was a mature man and the conversation that preceded the act was father-figure oriented.

It was summer and hot and Melissa decided to use the day for aloneness and for sun bathing. She dressed in a low-cut swim suit that was in many respects more daring than the briefest bikini. Then, over it, she pulled on a see-through shirt and hot pants. She wore skimpy sandals on her feet.

Melissa left her home and walked the half dozen blocks to a park that bordered a giant lake. The park was absent of people for it was still early in the day. Melissa liked it that way. She wanted only to be alone and gaining the benefit of the hot sun.

After looking over the area for a spot that would provide comfort and space, she settled about fifty yards away from a small harbor that jutted landward from the lake. It was lined with cruisers and sailing boats and a few luxurious cruisers. Melissa recalled vaguely that her Uncle Ralph had a cruiser moored somewhere in the vicinity. She thought how she would like to be able to see it and mused about going down later and finding it. Her gaze returned to the scene of the harbored boats. It was very pleasant, had a mood of wealth and success about it that Melissa liked very much. A few of the boats had people working upon them, scraping old paint, applying new, polishing, fussing with motors, testing sails, doing all the things that landlubbers who are weekend sailors like to do. But most of the boats were absent of their crews. They seemed lonely, and perfectly matched the mood Melissa had attained since her father's suicide.

Melissa pulled off her blouse and pulled down her shorts from her hips. She spread them on the grass, making a kind of beach blanket effect for her sunning body. Then she reclined and stretched on her back to face the sun. She stretched her arms high above her head, then lowered them to stretch them sideways from her body. She made a delightfully provocative picture. Her body glistened beneath the sun, spotting her flesh with dewdrops of perspiration. Most of her body was exposed. Her bra was tiny, merely covering half of her tits which had grown full and mature beneath the attentive hands and mouth of her father. Her legs were strong and firm, and with the bright pink toe-nail polish catching sunrays, it was as if heat shot upward to rage all of her body. The bottom part of her swimsuit was tiny, too. It dipped far below her navel, held together at the sides by tiny bows, prettily setting off the V between her lush thighs. An observer even if he were not observant could notice that as she breathed, Melissa's small, hard, red-brown nipples peeked in and out of view.

It is of exceptional value that psychiatry has provided the means to look within a subject's mind to record and report for the benefit of other cases, other eras, other problems. Melissa's thoughts this day, as later revealed to her therapist, were very interesting to observe, for they found the subject at a time shortly following her father's suicide, yet still preceded any new sexual attachment. And, although it is not unusual that a fourteen-year-old girl's thoughts should be of sex and fucking and all the dramatic involvements which approached womanhood, it is novel that Melissa, who was candid and bold about incest-sex, should daydream sex in abstractions. It has been stated that this mechanism took place within the subject's mind because the girl wished to not have any other sex except that which she had known with her deceased father.

Nevertheless, Melissa, three-quarters nude and lying beneath a blazing sun, dream-wandered in her mind, touching at many strange images of people and things that, to the professional, represented sex and its impending impact.

Quite naturally, Melissa entertained memories of her father. She recalled the thrill of her first orgasm, and even sought to recall whether or not there had been pain when her hymen had been broken. She could not remember. There was too much of that first sexual experience to recall; too much of sounds and smells and the mumbled voices of her father and herself. Soon, Melissa was finished with memories of her father. She tried to make her mind a blank. It was difficult, for visions appeared, crowding for her attention. There was a black box, a lady's black purse, its cheap gold clasp open. And then there was another box. This one was green. It contained snakes, green, too, and winding themselves around each other in a way that made it impossible to identify any single serpent. After the snakes, there was an image of her father again that had apparently been seen by Melissa as a snapshot in a family album, for he was dressed in the clothes of a period that preceded Melissa's birth by more than a full decade. And then that image was blacked out and a new one appeared, also of her father, but in this instance a full-length shot of his naked body, his cock hard and full, protruding from his thighs lustfully. And then the snakes reappeared.

Melissa shifted her position. She moved from her back to her stomach. She cuddled to the clothes that rested between her body and the tufted grass. She felt ticklish. She cuddled closer and felt the sharp pricking feeling of grass ends brushing her. And then her mind filled with the images again. They appeared as foreign shots in a travelogue might appear, sometimes in color, sometimes in black and white, but always with a voice-over narrator whose voice was unmistakably that of her father. But she couldn't understand the words. They were strange. They seemed of another language, yet they had hints of familiarity to them much as if they were lines that had been well rehearsed and were being played back to her for the hundredth time. But still she could not understand.

When the woman's black purse with the gold clasp, now gapping fully open, appeared again Melissa shifted her position and turned on her side. Her tits lounged heavily. Her thighs were tightly pressed together. Her buttocks felt smooth and outlined as indeed they were.

Suddenly, Melissa pushed to a sitting position. She opened her eyes. For a moment, everything was red, then it changed to orange, red again, a darker red, and finally made up the true hues of the day and place. She looked around. The sway of the boats fascinated her. She decided to walk along the sidewalk at the edge of the water and investigate the different crafts, thinking that she may spot her uncle's cruiser.

Melissa left her clothes where they were on the grass. She didn't bother putting on her sandals, either. In only her very brief swim suit, she walked toward the boats. Her body swayed. She wondered if it was contrived. She tried to keep her body very rigid as she moved, but it was impossible. Her hips insisted upon undulating. Her tits could not help but bounce playfully. And her bare stomach was made up of a constant sweep of tight, lean muscles, that rolled like small waves, giving her the impression of one undergoing a dramatic, sensual change.

Melissa passed many boats as she moved slowly down the walk. She paused at several, investigating them with her eyes. She was curious about her uncle's craft. She kept searching, looking carefully over the many boats.

At the end of the line of boats, Melissa paused again, this time in front of a large, very ornate cabin cruiser on which was written "Allegro." This must be Uncle Ralph's, she thought to herself, smiling delightedly. She marveled at the sleekness of the craft and its polished wood. She guessed it slept at least eight people. And then she stretched on her toes and tried to see inside the cabin, but it was too high. The boat, she noticed, was hardly moved by the light waves, so large and stable and steady was it. She walked to the bow. Then she walked to the stern and tried to make out the strange symbols that were on one of the short flags. Then she just stood there, looking at the remarkable cruiser and wondering if her uncle was anywhere aboard.

Melissa called out and received no answer. She called out again. Still no answer. She was sure no one was aboard the boat. She wished someone would appear, particularly wished that her uncle would greet her, for she felt a deep curiosity for the inside. If her uncle showed up, she would ask if she might see the inside of the boat. Her mother had raved about it on many occasions and Melissa had a deep urge to see if her mother was right. She remained by the cruiser a long time, and had just about decided to return to her sunbathing, when an idea struck her. What was wrong with going aboard the boat and looking around? It was her uncle's boat, wasn't it, and that made any inspection all right, didn't it? She would do no harm. It wasn't like breaking into a house, or something. Yes, that was what she would do.

She stepped to the edge of the dock. She looked to the right and the left. Then she made a quick jump and landed on the deck of the cruiser. The deck, heated by the sun during the day, burned Melissa's feet and she did a quick little dance until she found a patch of shade by the cabin hatchway. She paused a moment, then gently opened the door and stepped down the stairs and into a cabin.

It was a large room and Melissa guessed that it was a living room. There was a bar in one corner, two large chairs and a leather couch, plus other assorted furniture. There was carpeting on the floor, too. She walked across it and enjoyed the tickle-feel of the material beneath her bare feet. Then she peeked into an adjoining room and saw that it was made up of several bunks and small vanity tables. Everything seemed so neat and in place. Melissa thought the quarters heavenly. Her mother had been right in her praises about the boat. Melissa now investigated further and found a bathroom she recalled that such places were always called "the head" and two more cabins with tiered bunk beds. And at the very end of all the rooms, there was the kitchen, or galley.

Melissa spent considerable time looking at the small rooms. She was very careful not to touch anything she didn't want to be thought a real, honest-to-goodness intruder; just a self-invited guest and relative of the owner.

Soon, she was sure that she had stayed the limit of her opportunity. She turned away from the galley and proceeded through the bunkrooms to the main cabin. When she reached its doorway, she stopped dead in her tracks. A tall, very handsome, distinguished looking man was standing at the end of the room, obviously awaiting her.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, bringing a fist to her mouth in a gesture of fright.

But the stranger was no real stranger. Melissa saw, as he approached closer, that it was her Uncle Ralph, the uncle whom she had not seen for so many years. She ran to greet him, threw her arms about him, squeezed hard and then said, "Oh, Uncle Ralph, it's you! I'm so glad to see you. I didn't recognize you for a moment we haven't seen each other for so long. But it's really you! I'm so happy!" She bubbled over with enthusiasm.

Ralph smiled broadly as he looked down at the scantily clad youngster. "Why, Melissa so you're my stowaway," he laughed. "You're just exactly what I've always wanted aboard a pretty, little stowaway."

"I I'm sorry, Uncle Ralph. I just...."

"No need to be sorry, Melissa. I just thought about you the other day and wondered if perhaps you and your mother would like to take a cruise with me down the coast. And now here you are. I'm really very glad."

"Oh, Uncle Ralph, I'm sorry if I alarmed you by coming aboard."

"Well, don't think a thing about it, dear," he said. "It happens all the time. People just can't resist looking my little cruiser over. And that's whether I'm aboard of not."

Melissa smiled at him. She felt an instant rapport with this uncle she hadn't seen for so many years. And she could not help noticing that he was very handsome, much more handsome than she could remember. He almost looked like a movie actor, or someone of like profession, for although his hair was gray, it was thick and curly and his body showed the results of much sun and physical exercise that kept him in shape. Melissa thought that he must be in his mid-forties.

"Come on now, Melissa, might as well let me show you all there is to see aboard," her uncle said, striding toward Melissa.

"I've seen everything, I believe," Melissa said. "But thanks anyway. I guess I should be moving along. Mother may be worried about me."

"Oh, come now, dear. I haven't seen you for so many years, I'd like to have a long chat with you. And besides, you're my first such pretty stowaway and I'd hate to see you leave so soon."

Melissa laughed.

"Come on, I'll fix you a drink," her uncle said.

"I don't drink," she answered.

"Sure you do. What kind of soda would you like?"

Uncle Ralph walked to the bar. Melissa hesitated a moment, then joined him.

While he made himself a highball and poured an iced glass full of Pepsi for Melissa, he brought her up-to-date on the happenings in his life during the past few years. He explained that he was divorced, semi-retired, and that he spent all of his free time on the boat, sailing from one port to another.

"And I don't have a crew, either," he proudly.

"My, that must be hard," Melissa said.

"Sometimes. In bad weather. But I manage. I always seem to manage."

"Uncle Ralph, you must get very lonely," Melissa said. "But I suppose you have many girl friends you're so handsome and all."

He laughed at her remark. "Well, Melissa, yes, I do have many lady friends, and many who would like to marry me, but I've remained single. I like it that way. I enjoy playing the field and I don't intend to get tied down to another bitch." He blurted out the last word almost angrily and swallowed a healthy mouthful of his drink and then banged it down on the bar.

Melissa didn't pursue the subject further. Her uncle seemed very bitter about the subject of women and, besides, he made a big show of serving Melissa her drink. She accepted it and was ready to sip from the glass when he detained her.

"Oh, no, not yet," he said. He bent down behind the bar. When he raised, he held two cherries that were stabbed with miniature sabers. He dropped them into Melissa's glass, saying, "There we are one for you and one for me but you can have mine so that makes you a double celebrity."

Uncle Ralph raised his glass, muttered a short, nautical toast, then took a swallow of his drink. Then he placed the glass next to Melissa's and walked around the bar. Quickly, he assumed a position on the bar stool next to the one Melissa occupied. He took off his captain's hat and rested it on the bar top.

While they sipped at their drinks and made idle conversation, Melissa became aware of her uncle's eyes upon her. She became aware, too, that his body had inched closer to hers and sometimes touched her at the bare thigh or lightly covered breasts. Melissa was not surprised by this maneuver. In fact, she knew that her uncle was quite a lady's man and she liked his attention. She hadn't known such attention from a relative for a long time, not since the fucking sessions she had had with her father.

Melissa began thinking of her father again. But this time, there was no sadness connected with the thought. She felt quite comfortable and sensed that it was because of her uncle's presence, because of the fact that he so strongly reminded her of her father, and because of his easy, informal and friendly manner.

"Uncle Ralph, you haven't mentioned your children. I remember that you had two sons and a daughter. Where are they now?"

His smile faded as he answered. "Jack was killed in Vietnam and Mary and Sally are both living with their mother. I haven't seen the girls for over three years. Their bloody bitch of a mother won't let them come to visit me, for fear I'll corrupt them! But, what the hell, I have you here right now and we should be talking of far more pleasant matters."

Melissa felt like crying. "Oh, what a shame. I'm I'm so terribly sorry."

"Don't feel sorry for me," he barked back at Melissa. "That was a long time ago and I don't think about it now. No use in living in the past."

"And now you just sail the lakes," Melissa said.

"Yes. The lakes and the oceans. The cruiser is large enough to handle all kinds of waters."

"That sounds so exciting, Uncle Ralph. I wish I could be just like you. Free and able to do whatever I wanted. That's what I'd like."

Melissa swung her legs around in order to attain a position where she could better face her uncle. As she did so, she saw that his eyes were directed boldly at the crevice between her tits. And again, Melissa didn't mind that he was looking at her with such desire. She liked it. She even breathed deeply, hoping that the sight of her swelling tits and peeking nipples would please him. It did.

"You're very beautiful, Melissa," he said suddenly, not even bothering to move his eyes from her full tits.

"Not really, I'm not," she said. "I'm just kind of healthy looking."

"Oh, you're that all right." His eyes moved from her tits to her bare midriff to the puff of her cunt mound and then to her bare legs.

Melissa shifted slightly on the bar stool. She felt very warm. And she regretted that she had not seen her uncle sooner. She wished she could stay for a long time and visit with this family relative who put her so at ease.

"Now, you tell me about the family," he said. "I haven't seen anyone for so long, it's hard to remember faces."

"There's not much to tell. You must know that daddy is dead. As for mother, well, she has her job and her friends and she lets me do just about as I please. But we get into some fierce arguments, especially since daddy's death, but I guess we'll manage. I really miss daddy. He was so good to me."

Uncle Ralph smiled as Melissa spoke. He smiled in a manner that hinted of knowledge; hinted of the knowledge of the sexual relationship she had enjoyed with her father. Melissa wondered briefly if perhaps her father had written to Uncle Ralph about the happenings, but then she shrugged her shoulders silently and gave it no further thought.

Uncle Ralph made a new drink for himself and supplied Melissa with another Pepsi. When he moved to rejoin her, he came around the other side of the bar and passed behind Melissa. She felt the brush of his clothing against her buttocks at the place where they jutted over the edge of the bar stool. And she felt him pause directly behind her, too. She remembered the hardness of her father's cock, recalled the many times that he had come up behind her to wrap his arms around her front and jam her close to his thrusting hips. She missed that feeling. And she felt sorry when her uncle continued past her to reclaim his seat. For a moment, it was almost as if it was her father standing behind her again, getting ready to fuck her with a passion known only between father and daughter.

Melissa and her uncle talked for another fifteen minutes. Then he made a suggestion that met with Melissa's instant approval.

"Would you like to take a little ride in the boat, Melissa?" he asked. "I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind. After all, I am one of the family and you're very safe with me."

"Oh, I'd love to go," Melissa said happily. "I know I should be getting home, but mother won't mind, I guess. She's probably gone out herself already."

Melissa helped free the cruiser from its moorings and they were off. She was surprised that the boat moved so speedily through the water. But she was surprised at the change that took place in her uncle once they were cast off from the shore. He seemed harsher and more sexually inclined. Melissa also noticed that there was a tenting at his trousers. His cock was rising, she thought to herself. Just like daddy's used to.

"Come here and I'll let you steer," he said.

Melissa moved next to him.

"Place your hands on either side of the wheel and keep it steady," he instructed.

He raised his hands from the wheel and Melissa took it over. Her hands moved a bit and Ralph, from behind her, wound his arms around her and clamped his hands on top of hers firmly.

"Easy does it," he breathed softly.

As Melissa directed the boat towards the middle of the lake, she became very conscious of her uncle behind her. His body thumped against her from time to time. And once, when her hands loosened their grip, he reached for her hands but instead cupped her tits.

Melissa did not say anything. But she turned her head and looked at him.

"You know what the score is, don't you, Melissa?" he asked, his voice suddenly going gruff sounding. "I know what you and your father were up to. I received letters from him. I guess he had to tell someone. That was quite a thing he had going for himself. I didn't realize that you were such a looker, though. Now I can see why he had to fuck you!"

"Oh, Uncle Ralph, I didn't know that daddy wrote to you about it. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone. He promised!" With that Melissa broke into deep sobs.

"Oh, come on now, baby. Don't put on such a scene for my benefit. I know what you both did and I know that your dad enjoyed it. Now what do you think I brought you out to the middle of the lake for? Do you think it was just to admire the scenery? I've got a throbbing cock between my thighs just as good as your dad's was, and I intend to put it to good use. Right now!"

Melissa looked at her uncle dumbfounded. She was speechless. This she had not expected from her uncle. She was not frightened, although she cried softly as her uncle maneuvered the boat to a spot that was shielded by an outpoint of land. Ralph had taken over the wheel and now glided the cruiser inward and finally cut the motor. Then he released the anchor and the boat halted after making a slight jolt.

"Shall we go below?" Melissa's uncle smiled at her, the lustful look plainly visible in his eyes.

"I I don't think we should, Uncle Ralph."

"Oh, come on, kid. I've thought of just one thing since I saw you. I've got to get some of that young pussy and I won't take your no for an answer. Now, let's get down there and fast."

Melissa looked at her uncle for a long moment, then she turned and followed him down to one of the larger cabins.

"Don't you want to fuck with me, Melissa?" he asked her.

"It's not that, Uncle Ralph. It's that you remind me so much of daddy. It's hard to get accustomed to the fact that you're really not daddy. You're my Uncle Ralph and I guess I love you but...." She paused, unable to continue.

"Oh, baby, I know how you must be feeling, but I promise you, I won't hurt you. Really I won't. It'll be just as good as your fucks were before, honestly. I'll be gentle and slow with you. I'll show you how a real cock can handle you. I know just how to do it. Remember I had two daughters."

Melissa was only mildly surprised and only for a few short moments. So, she thought, Uncle Ralph has been tasting virgin cunt as well. How very, very interesting. Maybe he'll be as good as daddy.

Ralph escorted Melissa below as if she were a queen from a mighty land. But once downstairs, he turned and opened his arms, drawing her into his clasp tenderly, lovingly, kissing at her cheeks softly.

Melissa didn't hesitate a moment. She flung herself within the secure prison of his mature arms. Ralph's hands worked hard as his mouth caught hers and he knew the shocking thrill of the young tongue darting to his pleasure.

"Ah," moaned Melissa as her uncle's lips swirled above her own, his tongue pushing into hidden crevices of her young mouth. "Oh, Uncle Ralph, I feel so...."

"Shhh," her uncle reprimanded. "Right now I just want to kiss you. We'll have time for talking much later. Let's concentrate on fucking."

Melissa giggled somewhat but she did as her uncle requested. She stopped talking and gave herself over totally to the feelings of the moment. Her uncle's lips kissed fervently at her young lips and then he moved down to her neck, nibbling at her ears and then he moved still further downward. His arms reached around her back and quickly the bra top of her brief bikini was discarded. Her small titties bounced into freedom and were quickly devoured by her uncle's hungry lips. He bit and tugged at first one nipple then the other, playfully drawing upon her tittie flesh. Melissa could not refrain from moaning out in delight at the sensations that were rippling through her. She could feel the dampness begin at her thighs as her pussy lips began to seep love juices caused by the loving of her uncle. The uncle who so much resembled her dead father. She wiggled about and herself began to draw off her bikini bottoms, pulling desperately at her own hips. Her uncle smiled as he realized what she was doing and then he gently drew away her hands.

"Leave that to me, dear," he smiled. "I love to undress lovely girls like yourself. In fact, I've made it my avocation." He leaned over Melissa and began to draw the soft fabric down over her thighs, then her knees, until she stood naked in all her loveliness before him. "Ah, just as I expected," he sighed. "Just a little muff but such a lovely muff hiding all that cunt goodness. May I kiss it, dear?"

Melissa could only nod her head in compliance. The sensations of the moment were so overpowering that she was unable to verbalize her agreement. Her uncle swept her up in his strong arms and then carried her over to one of the bunks, laying her down very gently. He looked at her longingly, lustfully and then he began to discard his own clothing. In moments he stood before her, naked and ready to proceed. His cock waved at Melissa, strong and hard and already weeping white fluid through the head. Melissa drew up and grabbed at his cock, bringing it to her lips, sucking quickly upon his throbbing lance. "Mmmmm," she moaned happily, "I just love cock juice. It's been so long since I've had any."

Her uncle was pleased at her action and speedily he made arrangements on the bunk so that his head was facing her youthful cunt. Melissa's head was facing her uncle's strong thighs, his cock slapping against her cheek. They both knew exactly what to do. They wasted no time. Quickly, Melissa drew her uncle's cock into her mouth, sucking loudly upon his male flesh as she slurped hungrily over his organ. Uncle Ralph pursed his lips, held her puffy cunt folds apart, and then blew delightful sensations into Melissa's depths. And then he shot out his thick tongue and began to lick at the pink flesh, pinching playfully at times as he lapped at her slit, tasting of her cunt fluids as he worked desperately over his niece. And then the sucking was not enough. They both required a closer mingling. Melissa's uncle withdrew his cock from her desperate mouth, and moved down her naked body until he was in position to consummate another loving, the fucking that they both so eagerly now awaited. Their naked bodies trembled in anticipation of the ramming that Melissa's uncle was about to effect.

"Oh, Uncle Ralph," Melissa called out. "Please hurry! Please fuck me, now! I need you so badly. I can't stand to wait any longer. Please hurry, please!"

"Yes, dear," whispered her uncle. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until your cunt juices run dry. I've needed this just as much as you have. So, let's shut up and fuck!"

Nothing further was said between uncle and niece. They moved about frantically on the bunk as cock was jabbed into hot cunt, as uncle and niece performed incestuous lovemaking with all the force and determination of long-time lovers. The cabin reeked of the odor of incest, as time after time Melissa's uncle slashed into her young cunt, his come-filled cock seeking ultimate satisfaction. His thick shaft kept pounding at her youthful thighs, wringing from her honey pot the last drops of love juices. And then her pink snatch felt the flooding by his own cock juices, as he jetted forth into her cunt hole. He groaned in seemingly total desperation as his jism left him, raining into her depths as his body shook with the sensations of ejaculation and climax. Melissa's own body quivered as she felt the slap of his heavy balls against her cunt lips and then the spurt of cock goo that slowly began to ooze down her inner thighs as it seeped out of her filled cunt hole. Melissa knew satisfaction as well. She knew that state of euphoria that comes from climax, that unrestrained freedom of emotion that came from her very core. She panted while her uncle pummeled her depths with his steel cock and then she screamed out as she reached her climax, drawing her long fingernails across her uncle's bare back, the droplets of blood bringing a tingling warmth to her fingertips. And then they drew apart and fell into the sleep of satisfied lovers.

Melissa met with her uncle three more times for sexual interludes. Then, as if suddenly shaken with fear, Ralph bid Melissa adieu one night and said that he would not be seeing her again. He was sailing away to the South Pacific in a matter of a few hours and he expected to be gone for many months.

Melissa missed her uncle for a while, but she soon had the boys at the new club to interest her, to tempt, to fuck with her body in an attempt to unleash those titanic things she had experienced with her father, and for a while, with her uncle.

Melissa's teen years were almost revoltingly promiscuous. She estimated for her psychiatrist that she must have been intimate with over twenty boys of the club membership. And this record was compiled before she turned seventeen. Then, bigger adventures awaited her. She began dating older men, and with a few of them knew a semblance of the thrill that had been hers in incest with her father and her uncle.