Chapter 4
Merle S. is a forty year old Oklahoman living modestly in the rural outskirts of Los Angeles. Coming to LA to work the aerospace plants Merle, his wife and two daughters, found themselves settling in the more familiar surrounding of the farming areas Northwest of the city.
After discovering that the only employment available to him was working a gas station, Merle settled into a small home and resigned himself to a simple life. But his wife at that time was discouraged by the events that had taken place. One hot, summer night she took the family money, hopped a bus and headed towards New York City.
Merle has not heard from her since.
Merle was left with his two daughters, Cindy and Pam. Cindy was sixteen and Pam fifteen when the events of this case took place. According to the man, the two girls were the main thrust of his life, the one central core that gave his existence some meaning.
But as we have seen in other case histories in this volume, Merle's daughters were growing up in an entirely new world than he was accustomed to. It was their exposure to the new forces of freedom and sexual liberation that finally led to the events recorded here.
Using a tape recorder and Merle's descriptive powers, I was able to gather the full story of the events which lead up to the acts of incest which took place. The fact that two girls were involved is one which shall explain itself as a result of Merle's testimony. And, with this same testimony, we shall view the consequences of alienated and misplaced lives ... a phenomena which is occurring with some deal of regularity in this country today.
Originally, I wanted to be a farmer. I wanted to work the land with my family beside me. I'm not a learned man, and I don't care too much for sitting in an office all day fooling with papers and forms and all that shit. All I ever wanted to do, really, was to be free of bosses and free to wear whatever kind of clothes I wanted. But that never happened.
It was just after the war when Sally, my ex-wife, and myself decided to come West. We packed up our old Ford pick-up and started out. It was quite a trip because Sally and I were young, then, and very much in love. She was a real beauty, too, with golden blonde hair, a body that would make men turn their heads wherever we went and green eyes that could look right through you.
I remember everything about that trip because it was such a good time all the way. Me and Sally would sit in the cab of that truck and just fool around all the way. Sometimes, she would take off her clothes and sit there naked as a bluejay, wearing only this funny little smile of hers. She was a real wild woman, the type of gal who would do anything anytime she felt like it. Sometimes I wonder if I was really ready for her when I married.
One moonlit night, while we were crossing the Mojave desert near the town of Needles, Sally got real wild and strange. She stripped down to nothing and began screaming about how we were going to really make it and everything.
"We're goin' to have a television, parties and a house ... clothes, a new car ... everything, right?"
I watched her large, melon shaped breasts bobbing up and down and had to just agree with her. "Of course baby, as soon as I get that there job in the factory we'll have everything we need. Now how about a little of what you got there!"
But she wouldn't slide across the seat. She would just sit there kind of bouncing up and down like a little girl, her tits bouncing like crazy, singing her song. I should have known then that she had some kind of a wild streak, something inside her that didn't really apply to me.
Then, as though the devil that always rode with her really got hold, Sally opened the door of the truck and stood out there on the running board. At that moment, a couple of truckers were cruising by and boy did they get some eyefuls.
I was really pissed. I mean, there was my naked wife standing out there showing the world everything! And all I could do was pray that one of those fucking truckers didn't run us clean off the road trying to get a better look at her sweet little cunt.
When I finally managed to stop, I was about ready to kill I was so mad. I grabbed Sally and pulled her to the ground near the truck. As the traffic poured by on the other side, I started hitting her until finally she was quiet. Then, I got excited because she looked so inviting laying naked there underneath the moonlight.
"Oh baby," I moaned, "I got to have you!"
"I'm all yours, Merle," She said, now looking very reserved and almost like a little fawn. She lay back on the desert, raised her long, shapely legs and let them fall apart. I had always thought that her cunt was about the best one I had ever seen. That night, it looked even better. She was a natural blonde, and that little honey pot of hers just kind of shone like some pot of gold. Her crack was perfect, and no matter how many times we fucked, it was always tight and well shaped.
"C'mon Merle ... fuck me!" Sally was a real mountain girl, and she had been having men since she was fifteen.
I tugged at my pants and got them down around my knees. I was so hard that my balls ached. Sally whistled when she saw my prick sticking out like some kind of log.
"Bring that there meat here, baby...."
She was twisting on the ground, moving her legs back and forth against the other. She was pinching her own nipples, making those pink buds erect and hard.
When I lowered myself down there between her milky white thighs, she grabbed me and pulled me hard against her. She took my cock and planted me inside her vagina. In another second, we were going at each other like wild animals.
"Ohhhh ... baby...." She cried, throwing her belly up against me and digging into my back with her nails. When Sally came, she really came. I mean, it was her whole body that told the story, every inch of her luscious being.
After I had finally shot my load, it suddenly occurred to me that we were laying naked on a highway.
"We better get the Hell out of here!"
"Yeah, baby," Sally said, "let's get ourselves to the city and make some fucking money!"
Well, when we got to L.A., everything seemed to work out like we had planned. I got a job in one of the factories and was making good money. During those years, we had Cindy and Pam, and it seemed as though we were going to have a pretty good life. But then came the layoffs, and I was out of work.
Sally was pretty upset about all of this, so we decided to move out to Saugus and try our luck out there. It wasn't much of a town then, and the only job I could get was at a gas station. We bought a small house and started making do with what we had. It was at this time that I started noticing a change in Sally, a change that would eventually result in her leaving.
The house we bought had a small backyard with a chain link fence around it. The neighbors were friendly enough, but there was no privacy at all. Sally seemed to enjoy this because one afternoon I came home from work early and found her out there sunbathing in the nude.
"What the Hell are you doing?" I screamed, seeing Jake Wilson peering over his wife's rose bushes at the sight of my wife lying naked and spread eagled on the lawn.
"Why," Sally said, moving her thighs further apart and running her hand gently across her bush, "just gettin a little of this here Southern California sunshine. Just like you promised. Only, we haven't got any swimmin' pool...."
She wouldn't look at me. She just lay there, stark naked and with her legs so far apart that anyone who cared to look, and Jake Wilson certainly cared enough, could see her crack as plain as day.
I told her to get dressed and get inside the house. But she just smiled and told me that I had no reason to make any rules around her, and that she could do whatever she liked. Finally, I picked her up bodily and took her inside the house, threw her down onto the bed and tried to make love to her. But she closed her legs on me and turned away.
"You got no rights anymore...."
That was all she said. I couldn't understand what was happening to her. Later, I would discover that she was making it with some cheap insurance salesman who promised her swimming pools and Cadillacs.
It was summertime then, and I was working late at the station. About a week after catching her naked out there in the backyard, I came home to find that she had gone. All the money was taken, and her clothes, too.
Our little girls were five and six, then, and it was up to me to take care of them. For years, I was angry. I got mad at everyone and everything. I figured that I would never be the same, that I would always be pissed off and would someday turn into a pissed off old man and then that would be that.
I stayed on at the gas station and put the girls through school. They learned how to take care of themselves, and they learned all there was to know about keeping house. Cindy was the oldest, and as I watched her turn into a little lady, I began to see a lot of her mother in her. She was really a wild little kid. Pam was the follower, and whatever Cindy did, Pam was there to back her up. I enjoyed them both and got accustomed to my life.
But then one night Anne came into the station. In the areas around our neighborhood there were a couple of real fancy ranches where the people raised horses for the movies. These people were real country folk, but they were also very wealthy. I had seen them from time to time when they would come into the station for gas, but I had never had the occasion to know any of them until Anne.
Anne was a real fine looking woman, about thirty and sexy as hell. She had fine blonde hair that she wore long and straight. Her body was a little thin, but she covered it up nicely with fine clothes. When she drove around in that little sports car of hers, she looked like someone right out of the movies.
When she pulled into the station that night, I could tell that she was a little loaded. I mean, she barely missed taking the pump out when she careened in from the street. I liked her immediately.
"Fill 'er up...." She moaned, collapsing behind the wheel and taking a long hit from a half-empty bottle of rye whiskey.
As I washed down the windshield, I couldn't help but to look inside the car. She was wearing this real fine silk blouse, but, aside from that, she was naked. I mean, her dress and her panties were laying on the floor in front of the passenger seat. The shirt itself just about barely covered her cunt, and her long, thin legs were purely naked.
"What the Hell you looking at?" She was half-smiling, obviously knowing what I was looking at.
"Can't a girl even have some fun without everyone staring at her like she was some kind of freak?"
I finished with the gas and took her money. While I was in the office making change, Anne came inside.
"You know mister," she began sitting down on the edge of the desk, her shirt riding high enough up her thighs so that I could see the tiny hairs of her cunt, "you're real nice. You don't say much ... you just let people be...."
She was really stoned. I knew if I let her stay there any longer that she would be flat on the floor. I gave her her change and waited. Her lips were visible between her thighs now, and suddenly I wanted her. I knew I could if I tried, I mean it was obvious that the lady was asking for it.
"You're staring at me!" She said ... Then, she pulled up her shirt and revealed herself completely to me. Her cunt was blonde, and the lips were pink and swollen. She was moist there, and I wondered if she had been doing herself in while she was cruising around.
"You like it? I mean, you dig me here?"
She threw her legs apart and held herself open for me. She was seething inside, her pink crack seething with moisture and the juices of love.
"Yes...." I was astonished. I wondered what the Hell women were coming to.
"Well," she continued, still holding her lips apart and smiling at me, "if you really like me, then eat me...."
"Not here," I said, eyeing her sweet cunt. She was really a doll, and there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted her.
"Well okay," she said, really sounding disappointed, "how about my place?"
I told her that I couldn't because of my daughters.
"Bring 'em along...."
She was sincere about it all. Her husband was traveling the world trying to sell his horses. She said that he paid more attention to the animals than he did to her. She wanted some company up there on the hill where she lived, and would appreciate having some company. I took down her address, told her I would call her. As she drove away from the station, I wondered if I hadn't made a giant mistake. I mean, there she was offering herself to me like that and instead of taking it right then and there, I had made plans to call.
When I got home, both Cindy and Pam were watching television. They were fifteen and sixteen years old, and both were turning into little dolls. They had their mother's blonde hair, and had also inherited their mother's fine body. Cindy had Sally's green eyes and Pam's were blue. I was really proud of them, but sometimes felt that I didn't even know them.
There were times when Cindy, especially Cindy, would look at me in that strange way that Sally used to. Her green eyes would flash, and there would be this funny little smile growing at the corners of her mouth. At times like those, I wondered if maybe the spiritual world hadn't played some mean trick on me by putting Sally into Cindy's body. It was eerie, and mostly I chose to ignore it because it made my little girls seem to be something other than they were.
I told both girls about Anne, and how she had invited all of us up to her house. The fact that there were horses there to ride really excited both girls. But Cindy seemed interested in a little more than horses.
"Is she your lover, daddy?"
"Cindy, don't talk that way!"
"Why not?"
"Because, I'm your father."
"But you're still a man, aren't you?"
"Not when I'm your father!"
Cindy played with the hem of her nightie. She pulled the thing up her legs a little, I don't know to this day whether it was to show a little of her thighs or if it was just an unconscious action. "That," she said finally, "just doesn't make any sense at all!"
"Well, it had better!"
Then she had looked at me again with those green eyes. They flashed, then gained a kind of wise humor to them. She seemed much older than her sixteen years. "Did you enjoy mommy?"
I knew what she meant, but refused to answer the question. I couldn't just stand there discussing my sexual life with my own daughter, it just wasn't right.
"None of your damn business!" I said, wanting to end this strange conversation.
"She was good, then, wasn't she?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Cindy."
But Cindy wasn't that easily put back. When she wanted to know something, she would go all the way until she found her answer. There was no stopping the kid.
"Was she as pretty as me?"
Then Cindy lifted herself off the couch while Pam watched. She hiked the nightie all the way up to where her pubis began and held it there. I was startled, not only by her actions but by the shape and texture of her skin. She was, indeed, a beautiful little girl.
"You and Pam are the prettiest women in my life...."
"That's good, daddy...." But Cindy was onto something else. I didn't understand her or what she was getting at. And, just before she sat down again, she let the nightie climb to her belly. Her cunt flashed out at me like a neon sign. It was golden like Sally's, only the hair was not as abundant. In that brief moment, I saw her little pink crack. She seemed perfect, a smooth and beautiful woman. I was shocked and worried because of thinking that way about her.
"We'll go up to Anne's with you....".
Cindy had brought the conversation back to full circle again. She sat on the couch next to Pam, and her eyes were on me. That crooked little smile came across her face and then disappeared again. I was glad that we would be going up to Anne's for a few days, the change would do me and my daughters a lot of good.
Anne's house was a huge stone mansion sitting on top of a mountain overlooking the whole valley. From her living room window, we could see our small, little house nestled amongst a lot of other houses that all looked about the same. In the rear of the house, there were stables with fifteen fine horses sitting around waiting to be rode. The place was like a dream, a dream that Sally and I had once had.
"This is so groovy!" Cindy said when she saw the swimming pool out in back. The two girls were excited as Hell over the whole place. And Anne really seemed to enjoy having them in her house.
The whole thing was very strange. After that night at the station, it seemed incredible that everyone would be getting on as well as they were. Anne loved the kids, and her lonesome manner was gone as soon as we walked in.
After having some lunch, Anne took the girls out to the stables and saddled up a couple of horses. She gave them each a map of the grounds and surrounding hills. They would ride all afternoon, and when the sun began to set they would return to the house tired but very happy.
"Let's take a swim...." Anne had come running back from seeing the girls off on their ride.
She got out a suit for me and when I emerged from the dressing room, she was already in the water. She wore a very tiny, meshed bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her skin was a golden brown from days spent laying out in the sun. Her blonde hair was even whiter when it was wet. Her tiny breasts and slim hips made her seem even more graceful in the water.
The water was warm and luxurious. We each had our drinks and were soon sitting in the shallow end talking and drinking. I knew then why I wanted this kind of luxury when I had first come West, it was the only way to live.
"Your girls are great...."
"Thanks, I kind of like them...."
Anne had the kind of looks that were always good no matter what she was doing. She could doll herself up, or just run around with no makeup and still look equally fine. Her finely chiseled face, her sparkling blue eyes were the finest I had ever seen.
We got to talking about my life. I told her about Sally, about raising the girls and living a simple and uncluttered existence. She seemed real interested, and kept asking me more and more questions. I suppose because her own life had turned out so badly she wanted to see if there was any connection between hers and mine.
"You poor man," she said after hearing my story, "you must be very lonely!"
"Sometimes...." I muttered. I hated it when a woman took pity on me, it made me feel kind of weak and stupid.
"Well," she said, pouring herself another drink, "maybe we can help each other...."
"I think we can, Anne." When she reached for her drink, she had to lean across me. Her bra rested against my chest, and I felt her small breasts all soft and warm beneath the thin material. We kind of stayed in that position longer than was needed.
"It feels good to be touched...." She pushed herself even tighter against me. Then I felt her legs, she was wrapping them around my thighs, and pushing her belly hard against my body. I was more than ready for her, had been waiting all afternoon for this moment.
"Out here?" I asked, worrying about the girls coming back sooner than expected.
"They're far gone into the West. We've got a few hours, at the least."
"That's good enough for me!"
When I kissed her, she became supple in my arms. Her whole body seemed to float into my body. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. She tasted salty, and her tongue worked quickly and with much force.
I was already hard as a rock underneath my suit. The bulge was plainly visible. She pushed herself against me and rotated her firm belly around and around.
"Feel good?" She whispered, licking my ear and blowing warm air into it.
"Uh huh...."
"I like you...."
She reached down and rested her hand on my groin. She followed the line of my prick up and down. Her hand was experienced and firm, she knew exactly where to touch and just how much pressure to exert.
When I touched her, she pushed herself against my hand, taking ever ounce of pressure and using it. She was really a lonesome woman, and I could tell she needed to be touched.
"Feel me ... touch me ... please...."
I unsnapped the strap of her bra. She pulled away from me as I slid the garment from her breasts. They were not as small as I had first thought. Finely shaped and pointed, the nipples were small and very hard. They seemed the perfect size for her small frame.
"You sunbathe in the nude?" I asked, noticing that her apple like breasts were as brown as the rest of her.
"Always...."
I took her breast into my mouth and bit down on her bud. She grabbed my cock and squeezed as a way of reacting. She was moaning now, and her eyelids began fluttering delicately. She was getting turned on very quickly, and was obviously adept at letting herself go and enjoying herself.
"Oh yes, baby...." She moaned, arching her back and pushing her little tit into my mouth, "suck me. Bite me, make it hurt!"
I ran my tongue around the edge of her nipple. Her skin was so fine, so smooth when I kissed the area between her breasts and tried to lick her stomach. Anne pulled herself high above me so that I could reach her down below.
"Take them off ... hurry...." I pulled her panties down and she kicked them off. Her naked body was slithery and girlish, she moved and twisted like a small animal. I loved holding her, feeling her firm buttocks and running my fingers up and down her crack.
"Now, finally...." she moaned, standing up in the water so that her blonde cunt was staring me right in the face, "now, you'll eat me...."
She threw one leg over my shoulder and balanced herself by placing her hands on my shoulders. I wanted to kiss her again, but her cunt was right there. I licked around the soft pubic hair, then ran my tongue around in small circles until I finally separated her firm lips and entered her vagina.
Her juices were flowing. She was warm and soft inside. The skin seemed so virginal, as though she had never been touched before. I stroked her there, hearing her above me moaning and groaning without any thought to the fact that we were outside in broad daylight.
"Oooohhh, baby ... lick me ... lick me...."
I wanted to be inside her now. My prick was throbbing like crazy and ached for release. I withdrew and stood up ... She pulled me towards her and arched her back so that her naked little cunt was rubbing up against me.
As we kissed, she struggled with my suit and finally pulled it down. When my cock popped out, she stood back and held it in her hand. She seemed to be amazed by it, as though she had never seen an erect penis before in her life.
"It's beautiful!" She said. Then she kneeled down and put her mouth to it. Her tongue went in small circles around my head, then she pried at the hole. She knew her stuff, her mouth was as knowledgeable as her hands were.
When she wrapped her lips around me, I felt like I would explode.
"Easy ... easy...." I pleaded.
She pulled her head away from my cock and smiled up at me. "Don't worry ... do it now. We've got all afternoon."
She sucked me into her mouth again and began drawing on my penis as if there was no tomorrow. She was really getting off doing it to me like that, pushing her mouth down to the base and then moving so slowly back up the length again.
I couldn't handle it anymore. I shot my load into her mouth and she struggled to take all the fluid inside. The white stuff poured from the corners of her mouth. She slurped and licked me clean. When we were finished, I was still hard.
"You want to fuck me?"
"Yes."
Anne pulled me out of the pool and spread a blanket down on the cement. She lay down in the sunshine and spread her legs. I knelt between them and she pulled me gently into her.
As I pumped slowly into her sweet, tight cunt, she moved her hands up along the crack of my ass. I felt her finger go inside my anus and she left it there.
We moved well together. She was graceful and intense at the same time. She knew just the right amount of movement, and just how fast to go. Our mouths stayed locked against one another's during the whole time, it was as though we wanted to get as much of each other as possible.
Finally, I felt myself cumming. Anne let herself go and I could feel her vagina throbbing and pulsating against my cock. As my first spurt came, Anne pulled her finger from my ass. It was a tremendous feeling. Both sides of me were being drained. The orgasm felt like it was twice as powerful.
"That was fantastic!" I said afterwards when we were smoking, lying side by side in the nude.
"There will be more, Merle, plenty more."
I felt like I really loved her. We were good together, it seemed, and I couldn't see any reason why we shouldn't stay together for the rest of our lives. But, as in everything, there were certain complications.
One of these was her husband. And the other, my daughters. I would learn later that they were watching us from a hilltop far away. And watching the way Anne held me, blew me and fucked me had given them a great sense of resentment ... especially Cindy.
When the girls returned from their horseback riding they were both in very strange moods. They answered my 'hello' with abrupt nods and went right into the rooms Anne had given them. I could tell immediately that there was something wrong.
"Don't worry about it," Anne said, seeing that I was upset. "They're just tired from all that riding...."
"I hope that's all there is to it." I sensed at that moment that there was more, that something else was bothering them. Especially, Cindy.
After dinner, Anne told the girls to go swimming to relieve their aching backsides. The water was warm, and the soothing experience would help them.
Anne and I sat in the living room watching the fire and talking about little things.
I heard the girls laughing and playing in the water. I hadn't heard them with such happy voices in a long time, and it made me feel good that they were having fun. But then, I saw Cindy as she walked by the window towards the diving board. She was naked.
"They're both naked!" I shouted, getting up to go outside and tell them to put their suits back on.
"Well, so were we!"
"Yeah, but they're too young for that!"
"Why worry, no boys are around. I'm sure they've seen each others' bodies before. All young girls are like that...."
Anne was right. I couldn't go out there anyway and look at them floating around in the nude. It would be too much. And Anne could see nothing wrong with it.
We drank far into the night. Cindy and Pam had come in wearing their suits, as though they thought they were fooling me, and had gone upstairs to bed. Anne laughed about my worries and seemed to think that I was playing the typical father. But she liked that, seemed to think that it was a good side of me.
Anne's bedroom was at the far end of the hallway. The girls were sleeping at the other end. I felt kind of strange about going into her bedroom because it was so obvious what I was doing.
I really didn't want the girls, especially Cindy, to know what was happening. But, I figured, they would have to have guessed by now and there would be no denying it.
Anne closed the door of the bedroom and looked at me with those wild blue eyes of hers. She was hot again, would want it through the night. As she pulled off her clothes, I became erect again. It seemed that every time I was with her, it was impossible not to have an erection.
"Let's take a shower together," She said when she was naked. Her firm belly was moving steadily, she was already hot.
I stood outside the shower, watching the water cascade off her smooth body. She smiled widely as she rubbed the soap over her cunt, making sure that she got inside her crack with the suds and opened herself to my hungry eyes.
"You going to stand there all night beating yourself off, or are you going to come in here with me?"
I looked down and my cock was standing up again. I climbed into the tub and we held each other.
"You really like water, don't you?"
"I'm sexually hung up ... it makes me feel like a virgin...."
She laughed at her own joke. Then, she took the soap and made a load of suds. She took the handful and wiped it gently onto my penis. She seemed to enjoy it, watching my cock as she slid her hands back and forth.
"Like it?"
"Love it...."
She was really cleaning me up. She soaped my balls, then soaped my ass and came back again and soaped my prick. Her hands never stopped moving, she seemed to love touching me there. There was always this look of fascination in her eyes, those blue pearls which seemed to always reflect what she felt inside.
"Why do you like it so much?" I asked, when she refused to allow me to return the favor because she wanted to keep touching it.
"Oh, I guess I've got a father complex or something. Always jealous because daddy had one and I couldn't have the same thing."
She laughed at her joke.
When we had finished drying each other off, we climbed into bed. It was the first time in years that I had been in bed with a woman. The feel of her body next to mine, the way she wrapped her firm thighs around my legs made me quiver with delight.
"You've really missed it, haven't you?" She asked, holding my penis and stroking it gently.
"So have you...."
"Yes ... you're right."
She threw herself on top of me. Then, she sat up, her buttocks resting against the tops of my thighs. She spread herself and held my prick up in front of her vagina opening. The view from where I lay was great. Her body was strong and firm, and her widespread cunt seemed more beautiful than ever.
"You like it this way?"
"Yes," I replied, although Sally and I had never had occasion to do it like this.
"It turns things around, that's always good for you."
She held my penis up against her crack and was pushing the length in and around herself.
"It feels so nice this way ... everything so open and wide...."
Then she lifted herself up so that she could move the head of my penis into the opening of her vagina. She rotated the prick around and around near the entrance. All the while, she was throwing her head back and swinging her long blonde hair in circles. I reached up and grabbed each of her breasts, pinching the hard little buds of her nipples and rotating the small tits around like she was doing with my penis.
"Oooohhh...." She cried as she sat down on me. My prick slithered up inside her, more fully than I had invaded her all day.
Watching her rock back and forth on top of me was fantastic. She moved like a wild animal, her stomach muscles rippled like crazy with each thrust of her belly. During the height of it, she reached down to her own cunt and began working her clit. She massaged that pink pearl with expertise. Obviously, she had been accustomed to doing herself. Now, she was getting filled from all sides, and her obvious pleasure was intense and good.
When she came, she cried out and held herself out against me by holding my shoulders tightly. I could feel the explosion inside her cunt, her juices seemed to seethe with the force of her orgasm and her whole body shook and shuddered. She was a real comer.
When we awoke the next morning, the sound of laughing reached our ears. I went to the window and looked down into the pool. Cindy and Pam were frolicking around, wearing nothing but their happy grins.
"They have exquisite bodies, don't they?"
Anne stood naked next to the other window. She was also watching them. "Yes," I replied, feeling Anne's hands wrap around my body and begin massaging my penis. In another moment, I was hard and ready to take this girlish woman once again.
After the few days at Anne's, everything began to change at home. Cindy and Pam were very quiet for the next few days, hardly speaking to me at all except to say the necessary things that needed to be said. Then, one night, everything came out into the open.
I was lying in bed, reading a hunting magazine, when Cindy walked in. She was wearing a towel, and her hair was wet from the shower. She had that strange look in her eyes again, a kind of ghostly resemblance to Sally.
"We haven't talked much lately, have we daddy?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed. When she drew her leg up underneath her, I could barely make out the dark shadow of her sex between her thighs. I was naked under the covers, and I had to bunch up the blankets so she wouldn't see my prick rise.
"No...." I replied, waiting to see what she was up to.
"I just wanted to ask you about Anne. I mean, do you love her or something?"
"I don't know, Cindy. I suppose it could be possible...."
"Why?"
"Because, that's the way things go."
"I saw you two fucking in the swimming pool that day...."
Cindy had lowered her eyes and was playing with the bottom of the towel. She said the words so softly, so blandly as though she were talking about the weather or something.
"Don't talk like that!" I said, feeling anger and a certain sense of desire rising within me.
"Why not daddy?" She stared at me openly, challenging me with those green eyes.
"Because, it isn't proper. I'm still your father no matter what you may think!"
"If you are, then why do you look at me like that?"
I didn't know what she meant until she stood up ... In a moment, the towel fell from her body. Her breasts were round and full, and her golden nipples were erect. Her smooth skin, her blonde pubis were young and clean. She was, indeed, a beautiful child and somehow she reminded me of Sally.
"Put your clothes back on!"
But she wouldn't. Instead, she lifted her leg onto the bed and arched her belly towards me. Her vagina was clearly present beneath her sparse pubic hair. I felt myself begin to throb.
"What's the matter, do I turn you on?"
I was getting angry at this kind stimulation. It was wrong, and it was unfair. But I couldn't jump out of the bed and grab her because I was naked.
"Cindy, Goddammit, get out of here!!!"
She began rubbing her cunt, stroking that fine hair between her thighs. "I won't leave until you let me see you. I want to see your sex...."
She was impossible. The challenge in her eyes was still present but along with that, there was a sense of excitement which couldn't be denied. Her small hips wiggled provocatively towards me while her breasts seemed to reach out and touch me. I was so turned on that my anger seemed more a sexual thing than an emotion by itself.
"Cindy...." I pleaded with her. But she wouldn't go. Then, when I wasn't ready for her, she reached down and snapped the blanket back from my body. Her eyes opened wide when she saw my hard penis standing up like a pole.
"Big and good ... just like I thought it would be...."
When she reached down to take it in her hand, I grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto the bed. I threw her over my stomach and began spanking her bare little ass. Her breasts were rubbing against my penis, and the more I spanked her, the more she twisted herself so that her nipples were actually rubbing my prick.
"Oh, daddy ... stop ... stop ... !!!"
But I was getting carried away. I desperately wanted to stop and hold her tight cheeks, run my hand along her crack and follow it down between her legs to her little tuft of hair. It was only through the spanking that I could avoid doing this, to keep myself from doing something with her that I would regret for the rest of my life.
I did not notice her at first, but while I continued spanking her, she had raised herself and had reached underneath and taken my penis into her hands. She was jacking me off like crazy while I beat her bottom. I almost didn't even realize what was happening until I started coming.
"Come on daddy ... shoot yourself ... come on ... !!!"
She began writhing, pushing herself against my legs and stroking my cock wildly as I shot my stuff into the air. When I had stopped, finally, she laughed. Then she rolled over onto her side and just stared at me. The way her body looked, with her tits hanging off just slightly in opposite directions really reminded me of Sally.
"Don't feel bad about this, daddy ... it was all my fault...."
She smiled and touched my cheek. Then, as suddenly as the whole thing had begun, she got up and ran from the room. I watched her naked body shimmy and sway as she moved out into the darkness of the hallway.
I couldn't sleep at all that night. I had to drink. There was something wrong with everything that was happening. I wondered if my little girls were crazy or something. But now, when I look back on that terrible night, I realize that I enjoyed it as much as she had. That made me feel even worse because I knew how wrong it all was. I wondered if I could ever face Anne again.
When I told Anne about what had happened, she tried to explain the situation to me in Freudian terms. She said that the girl was trying to compete with her unknown mother, that because the mother wasn't present, she felt that she had a better opportunity to get the love that I had had for Sally. This sounded reasonable to me, but there was still the question of what I could do about it. Anne told me that it would be a good idea if I sent the girls away to school so that maybe they could have some kind of normal opportunity to grow up. But I didn't have the money to do this, and Anne knew it.
"Maybe we could work something out...."
I knew what she meant by this. She had already told me that she was making plans to leave her husband. If this happened, then she would have alimony as long as she didn't remarry. I was more than willing to go along with this. With Anne, I felt as though I could do anything. We both knew that we had a chance to make it together.
I returned home feeling much better about everything, even about the scene with Cindy. I knew that things would work out, that they hadn't gotten that far out of hand where they were impossible to solve.
But that very night, it happened. And this time, it just wasn't Cindy. She had gotten Pam into the act, also.
I was sound asleep, dreaming of the life I would have with Anne when I heard the sound of footsteps. I bolted up, but it was too late.
This time, for some reason, I didn't have any defense. I did it willingly and without hesitation because, I think, I was half asleep and without any full realization as to what was happening to me.
Cindy was already in bed and Pam was pulling the covers off. They were both laughing and whispering.
I lay naked on the bed, and felt Cindy's naked body pushing up against me. She had hold of my penis and was stroking it gently. Then, she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue drove deeply inside my mouth and she moved it around inside searching out my tongue.
Then Pam was at my balls. She, too, was naked and I could feel her tiny breasts rubbing up against my thighs. She licked my balls, then took my penis into her mouth and began sucking on it loudly. All this time, Cindy kept kissing me and rubbing herself against me.
Then Pam withdrew her mouth and Cindy moved down to my prick. Then I felt Pam above my mouth. She lowered her sweet little cunt down onto my mouth. I began sucking on her wet vagina, driving my tongue up inside her and enjoying the taste of her sweet juices.
Then Cindy lowered herself onto my penis. Like Anne had done only a few days before, she lowered herself with the same kind of abandon. By the time I was fully inside her, she was groaning loudly and moving like a wild animal on me.
All around me it was there. Pam's cunt at my mouth, Cindy's cunt surrounding my prick. It was the most total sexual experience I had ever had. Everywhere the groans and the moans were flooding the room, everywhere the juices from these two, young girls were flowing. I was totally engulfed by the experience, totally taken by the massive feelings of skin and hair and moisture.
When it was all over, Cindy and Pam stood above me. Two naked nymphs, happy with their victory and wild gleams in their eyes. I didn't recognize them as my daughters anymore. They were strangers, girls from the most erotic wet dream a man ever had.
"You'll never forget us, daddy. We were better than any of them, weren't we?"
I nodded dumbly, still recovering from the experience. Their nudity was wistfully beautiful, like a fine painting. I felt that I would never be able to touch them again.
"Don't worry," Cindy said, "we're leaving here. We know you want to be with Anne...."
And then they both turned and walked out the door.
I ran to Anne's, told her what had happened. She was very understanding. She said that she had known after our first conversation that something like this would be the ultimate result. Speaking with her, I was better able to understand-to accept.
I know it will be a long time before I'm fully able to understand what happened during those couple of nights. But with Anne's help, and possible communication with both Cindy and Pam in the future, I'm sure I'll be able to know what really happened beneath the surface.
SUMMARY
The father-love syndrome of the Freudian school maintains that a young girl's love and sexual desire stems from her basic desire to have her father as a lover. In this case, we see that this very strong desire worked to fulfillment because of the situation in which Merle and his daughters found themselves.
The first point to be considered in this situation is the fact that the mother was not present. Having left the family long before the girls could really know her, the mother basically developed herself into an imaginary threat. This image, or lack of reality, caused the girls, especially Cindy, to attempt to establish herself as a replacement for the missing mother.
This desire on Cindy's behalf to give her father the love that had been taken away from him was one which existed purely in the abstract until the advent of Anne. With the coming of Anne, Cindy was then able to see the reality of the threat she felt. The fulfillment which Anne provided for Merle gave Cindy a real and positive goal ... something which she could emulate.
The fact that Cindy and Pam were able to put into action their deepest desires is a resulting factor of the conditions under which they grew up. Without the typical family morality and teachings, many children find themselves acting upon desires which society tries to repress and control. This almost primitive behavior pattern emerges whenever the usual controls break down. It is because of this breakdown that Cindy and Pam were able to instigate their 'night of love' with their father.
Merle has since married Anne and lives happily. His two daughters have gone off to school and are learning those rules which society maintains in today's world. Merle does not feel that the ability to understand what has taken place will come from punishment or coercion, but from a genuine and honest appraisal of the desires and emotions which reside in all human beings. With this attitude, and the communication of this point of view to his two daughters, Merle indeed stands an excellent chance of regaining the touch he so desperately wants and needs with his family.