Chapter 1
Suzette was only nine years old when she was introduced to fellatio, and a year latter to cunnilingus.
Now a lovely young lady of fifteen, she is a confirmed oralist. She has no hesitation about telling of her activities, being quite outspoken and very much enjoys voicing the four-letter words. What may be of interest is the fact that, once she was involved incestuously with her parents, they encouraged her to use them ... and encouraged her sexual activities.
From the things related to me by Suzette, her mother and father are highly sexual individuals without guilt of any sort. Whether sexuality is inherited or not has yet not been explained to a satisfactory conclusion. In any event, it appears that Suzette has taken on the sensual aspects of her parents personality and enjoys it quite well.
The following, related in the first-person, is her account of her sexual activities from the age of nine to the present time.
I hardly know where to begin. It seems that I've always been interested in anything sexual. I mean ... I love sex; any kind of sex you can name. I remember when I was just a little girl that I would always be playing with my pussy. I couldn't keep my hands off my cunt for hardly an hour at a time. When I would take my bath, I would rub the bar of soap between my lets, getting it nice and slippery, then I would run my fingers up and down the slit. I don't know whether I would experience an orgasm or not, but I do know that it felt awfully good.
Then, right after I turned nine years old, I started getting interested in boys. Naturally I had discussed such things with girl friends on many occasions, but I didn't have any experience. So ... I decided it was time I learned something about boys.
We had this little kid about seven living next door to us. He was a real brat, if you know what I mean. Well, once I made up my mind to find out about boys, I kind of induced him to come into our garage with me. I didn't like him at all, but he was a boy and that was what mattered right then. Well, we got inside the garage and I-right away-told him I wanted to see his little peter. He didn't want to show me, so I started hitting him. He began to cry and said he would tell on me, but I was determined to get a peek at his peter. While he stood there crying, I pulled his tiny little thing out and looked at it. For some silly reason, I had been expecting something quite spectacular. Instead, I found myself holding onto a cock hardly larger than my little finger. There was a lot of loose skin hanging at the tip, and when I worked it back, I saw the pink head of his cock. That excited me. I played with his peter for a while and told him I wanted to see him piss. He was scared-not only of me, but afraid we would be caught.
No matter what I said or did with him, the little shit wouldn't pee for me. I played with it for about half an hour, then I heard my mother calling me and had to make this kid go home.
That was the first prick I had seen, and I would lay in bed at night thinking about it and playing with my pussy. By now I had discovered my clitoris and that it gave me a wonderful thrill when I rubbed it. I began to wonder if a boy would have fun playing with it. I couldn't see much there to give pleasure ... it was only a slit with a tiny stub between the lips. Now a boy had something you could get your fingers around and really play with.
About four weeks after I had handled the little boy's cock, I was coming home from school when two boys started teasing me. They were older than memaybe ten or eleven. They teased me and stuck their fingers into my ribs and made me drop my books. When I bent over to pick them up, one of the boys started giggling.
"I see your panties," he said.
I picked up my books and kept walking. I couldn't get rid of them, and I was getting mad. Finally, I stopped and turned toward them.
"Go away, you nasty boys," I said. "Go away and leave me alone."
"I saw your panties ... I saw your panties!" the oldest boy chanted.
"So what?" I sneared at them, but found myself looking down at their groins.
"Hey...." the youngest kid said. "Let's pants her!"
I knew what they meant by that remark. It was a saying the kids had in school about grabbing a smaller kid and taking their pants off. I thought it was only boys who did such things, but here I was, facing them and watching them come toward me, ready to take my panties off. Before I could run from them, they grabbed me and right there on the sidewalk, pulled my panties down to my ankles. They didn't lift up my skirt and look at my pussy. I don't know why. Anyway, with my panties down around ankles, I had the funniest sensation come over me.
They had stood back up after dropping my panties, and looked almost ashamed of themselves. That was when I became brave. I stuck my tongue out at them and sneered.
"You two are fraidy cats," I accused. "You don't know anything. Pull a girl's panties down and then blush! Here...." I dropped my books on the sidewalk and not caring whether anyone else saw me or not, I lifted my skirt up and held it around my waist. "Look at it ... look at it all you want."
They blushed red, then took off at a run. I grinned after them, then picked up my panties and books and went on home.
The next day was Saturday and no school. My mother and father had some shopping to do and I was left home by myself. I always enjoyed being alone, because I could play with my pussy anywhere in the house I wanted then. Well, my parents had not been gone hardly anytime when someone knocked on the door.
I found one of the boys standing there ... the oldest one who had dropped my panties the day before. "Uh ... uh...." he stammered.
"What do you want," I said, glaring at him. "Another peek at me?"
"No, I...."
"Well, here...." I said, lifting my skirt and pulling the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my pussy to him. "Take a good look. That's all you can do anyway ... just look at a girl."
He shuffled on his feet, trying to keep from looking between my legs. I stood there with my skirt up and arching my exposed cunt toward him. Then I had this wild idea that he just might let me see is cock.
"I'll take my panties off for you," I told him. "That is ... if you aren't afraid of me."
"Aw ... I'm not afraid of you," he said.
I opened the door and asked him to come inside. He was blushing when he came in, and I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties completely off. I sat down on the couch and held my legs out wide, showing my slit. I wanted him to touch me there, but he still acted like he was afraid. I giggled then, and asked him if he would show me his peter.
He was hesitant at first, but when I started rubbing my finger up and down my slit, he finally agreed.
"It's only fair," I told him. "After all, you've seen my slit twice now ... and I haven't seen your peter yet."
He was reluctant and kept looking at the screen door.
"Don't worry," I said. "My parents won't be home for hours yet. Come on ... take it out. I want to see what it looks like."
Finally he pulled his cock out, and I was surprised to see it hard. It was much larger than the little kid's next door, and when he skinned it back, the head was nice and smooth.
"Do you play with it?" I asked him, becoming very excited.
"Sure ... all boys do it," he informed me. "Can I play with it?"
"Here ... I don't mind," he came close to me, no longer afraid. "You gonna let me feel you, too?"
"Sure."
He sat down on the couch with me and I took hold of his cock. Like I said, it was hard ... the first hard cock I had seen. He showed me how to jack it up and down, and while I was doing that to him, he started messing around with my pussy. It gave me a better sensation with someone else's hand down there. We messed around with each other for a long time, then he got between my legs and pulled the lips of my cunt wide open. I lay back and let him examine me good, and he stuck a finger inside my hole. It hurt me at first, but then it felt real good. Now, I found something else I could do with myself, I could stick my finger inside my pussy ... something I had never thought I had never thought of doing before.
After a while, he asked me if I would put his dick in my mouth. That seemed like a silly thing to do.
"I don't want to do that," I told him. "Just let me play with it."
"Come on ... lot's of people take it in their mouths."
"Why?"
"Well ... I don't know, they just do."
I looked at his cock for a long time, then said, "You aren't going to pee in my mouth, are you?" I was a bit doubtful about putting something like that in my mouth ... it just didn't seem right for some reason.
He slumped down on the couch, kind of arching his cock up towards me. I held it for a long time in my hand, just looking at it. Every time I worked my hand up and down it, the loose skin on the head would roll back and expose the moist flesh underneath. His cock was much larger than the kid's next door, and it seemed to get harder. I could feel a tiny pulse beating away just under the tight skin. Suddenly I became very envious of this kid. He had a cock to play with and I didn't.
"You going to do it?" he asked me again. "Do what?"
"Put it in your mouth?"
I was so involved just looking and holding it, I had forgotten what he wanted me to do. Again I looked doubtfully at his prick. I was sure he was going to piss in my mouth. After all, why else would he want me to have it in my mouth that way? Of course, I knew next to nothing about a boy ... or a girl, for that matter.
"Are you sure you don't want to pee in my mouth? I said again, looking from his cock to his face. "I wouldn't want that to happen."
"Naw ... go on," he urged.
"Well ... I don't trust you," I told him.
"Geez...." He started to put his cock away.
"Wait!" I held it tightly in my fist. "Okay ... I'll do it. But you gotta promise ... cross your heart and hope to die?"
He crossed his heart and hoped to die if he pissed in my mouth.
"Okay ... I'll do it then," I said, leaning over him, my face only and inch or two from the tip of his cock. I ran my fist down his cock, my fingers nice and tight on it, drawing the loose skin away from the shiny head. I could see the small slit right in the center. Again I became doubtful about putting it in my mouth. I licked my lips nervously, gazing at the moist slit. It seemed as if my mouth had suddenly gone dry, but I was suddenly wanting to take it between my lips. I trembled slightly, and there was a powerful throbbing sensation in the pit of my stomach ... a sensation of expectancy, of anticipation.
Finally, I shoved my face closer to his prick, but I didn't take it in my mouth right then. Instead, I darted my tongue out and touched the tip on the side os his cock. Immediately, I pulled my tongue away. A shock had rippled through me ... it was almost like an electrical shock ... something like a great heat had burned my tongue. Don't get me wrong ,.. it wasn't unpleasant at all. On the contrary, it was a sensation to my liking. Again I darted my tongue out, barely touching the tip of his cock. I felt the boy shiver as I worked the tip of my tongue around the moist, smooth head.
Naturally, I didn't know what I was doing ... I was guided by instinct, I guess.
The more I licked my tongue around the tip of his smooth cock head, the more I liked it. Finally, after much urgining, I opened my lips and then closed them around the head of his prick. For a long moment, I stayed that way ... my lips clasping his cock head tightly, my tongue not moving but pressing against the slit there. It was very warm between my lips, and I could feel it throbbing with some unknown power. My lips felt extremely sensitive, and I moved them a bit farther down his prick, taking more of it into my mouth. Then, when I had about half inside, I sunk my cheeks inward, closing them around his prick the way my lips were, and pressed my tongue against the bottom of it.
I still had my finger around the base, and decided to see how much of his prick I could get into my mouth. Slowly, I shoved my lips farther down, keeping my cheeks sunk inward and my tongue tight on the bottom. It scraped along the roof of my mouth, then I felt it at the back of my throat. I gagged ... but only because of the unfamiliarity of it.
Still guided by instinct, I drew my lips up, sucking on it. I didn't know then that a girl was supposed to use her tongue to lick at the same time. At that time I thought-if I thought at all-that all I was supposed to do was suck up and down the cock.
Up and down I went, keeping my lips tight around it, sucking him. It seemed as if every nerve in my mouth was acutely sensitive to. what I was doing. My senses were on fire, and the more I sucked his cock, the better I enjoyed it. Finally, I was bobbing my face up and down swiftly, and the boy was going out of his mind. He was twisting his butt all over the cushions of the couch, moaning and groaning, holding the top of my head. I thought maybe I was hurting him, but when I tried to pull my mouth away, he held me down. I don't know how long I sucked him, but after a while my jaws became tired from being held open so long.
Finally, I had to take my mouth away.
"Did you like that?" I asked him, fondling the saliva wet cock.
"Oh boy!" he whispered. "You do it better than Billy."
"You mean Billy sucks it for you?" I was surprised ... who ever heard of boys doing that. But, of course, I had never heard of a girl doing it before either.
"Yeah, he likes it," the boy told me. "But he's not as good as you."
"Well ... that's something, anyway."
"You sure you never sucked a cock before?"
"I've never even seen one before ... except the tiny one of the boy next door."
We talked about cock sucking for a while, and he said he would kiss my pussy if I wanted, but I told him I didn't think I'd care for that. Finally he left, and I went to the boathroom and looked at my mouth in the mirror. I didn't know why it had become so sensitive when I had his cock inside my mouth. I examined my lips and tongue, then peered inside my mouth as best I could. But I didn't see anything there that looked off. I stuck my finger between my lips and sucked on it the way I had done his cock, but the sensation wasn't there.
That night, in bed, I went over the whole thing, trying to understand my feelings about what I had done. While I thought about it, I rubbed my pussy. I never wear panties beneath my gown, and I pulled it up and spread my legs. My clitoris seemed extremely sensitive that night, and when I rubbed my fingers over it, I would get the most delicious feeling down there. Then I held my cunt lips open and shoved a finger up my twat. It felt good, but not the way the boy's cock had felt in mouth. I ran my finger in and out of my snatch the way he had done, then I pulled it out and brought it up to my face. I sniffed at it, but couldn't detect any odor whatsoever. I darted my tongue out and licked at my finger, then shoved it into my mouth arid sucked on it. It just wasn't the same at all..
On Monday, at school, I looked for the boy. When I found him, he was with a group of other boys, one of them, the younger kid who had helped him take my panties down. I stood some distance away from them, just looking at the boy. Finally, he noticed me. He pointed toward me, and when the boys looked my way, they giggled.
I blushed, because I was sure he head told them about my sucking his cock. I found out later he had not done this, but told of taking my panties down instead.
After school was out, I waited for the boy. I knew that my mother would not be home; she had gone to meet my father for dinner with a client and they wouldn't be home until after sundown. I had been unable to concentrate on my school work, thinking of the sensation I had gotten from having his cock inside my mouth ... and I wanted to do it again.
I waited on the corner for him, and when he came down the walk, he saw me and whispered to the younger boy with him, then the boy came toward me alone.
"Do you ... you want to go home with me?" I asked him somewhat shyly.
"You gonna put my prick in your mouth again?" he asked.
"I ... maybe," I said, looking directly at his crotch. It seemed to me that I would see the outline of his prick beneath his pants, but that was silly. His cock wasn't big enough.
"Okay ... let's go," he said.
When we entered the living room of my house, he again asked me if I was going to put his cock in my mouth. I was trembling with excitement by this time ... and my lips already felt sensitive. I licked them nervously.
Neither of us said another word. It seemed as I was being controlled by something ... someone ... and I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He worked his fist back and forth on it for a minute, and it started getting hard. Then I took it in my own hand and jacked it a moment. Finally, I couldn't wait another second. I leaned forward and sucked his prick-into my mouth. Immediately my sense seemed to whirl around inside my brain. It tasted delicious! It seemed better than two days ago and I started sucking my lips up and down it swiftly. Since it was small, I could get all of it into my mouth pressing my nose against his pants.
"Here," he said after a minute, "let me do it."
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I stopped sucking and then he began to work his hips back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth.
"This is mouth fucking," the boy said, grunting.
Whatever it was, I loved it! I stayed there on my knees and let him thrust his prick in and out of my mouth. He was doing it kind of violently, and I had to grip his hips to keep my balance. My lips and inner cheeks seemed extremely sensitive while he was doing this, and my tongue moved of its own volition, swirling around his prick as he fucked my mouth. I could feel a tremendous pressure in the pit of my stomach ... a wonderful pressure ... and I swear that my cunt lips were twitching inside my panties.
Then my parents walked in the door.
Both the boy and I were so involved, neither of us heard them.
"What the hell...." I heard my father's voice.
"Oh, my God!" my mother gasped.
I jerked my mouth away from the boys cock and stared at them, still on my knees. Then I became frightened. I started to cry and the boy ran past my parents and out the door, his cock still standing out of his pants.
I don't know how long my mother and father stood there, looking at me. They didn't say anymore. Finally I stood up and went straight to my bedroom, flung myself down on my bed and waited. I figured one or the other would be in soon and I would have my ass beat raw.
But no one came in.
I didn't go down for my dinner that evening, but stayed in my room, too ashamed to face my mother and father. About nine o'clock, I turned out my light and crawled under the blankets. I was still worried about my punishment ... I knew they would get to me sooner or later.
I don't know what time it was, but it was real dark outside when I heard my bedroom door open. I lay as still as I could, hoping they would think I was asleep and not bother me this night. I opened my eyes a bit so I could see if it was my mother or father, desperately hoping it wouldn't be my mother, because she always spanked harder than Daddy.
Keeping my eyes slitted, I saw my father standing at the side of my bed. He was in his shorts and stood there looking down at me. I started to tremble despite myself. I didn't want him to know I was awake, hoping this would put off my punishment. I thought it strange that Daddy would be standing there in his shorts. I had never seen him like this before.
In the dim light, I saw him lean over my bed. Then, to my surprise, he lifted the blankets and pushed them to the foot of my bed. My nightgown had hiked up past my hips during my tossing and turning, and I knew I was fully exposed to him. I suddenly felt ashamed of having him see me this way. I wanted to shove my gown down, but if I did that, he would know I was awake and then he would whip my butt.
Suddenly I was shocked.
I felt Daddy's hand on my belly, and I couldn't keep it from quivering. If he was going to spank me, he was sure going about it in a strange way. Then I felt his fingertips moving on my belly, moving down toward my naked pussy. I felt his fingertips touch me there ... sliding up and down the slit gently. He pulled the pussy lips apart and started stroking my clitoris, and I could hardly keep from shivering with the wonderful sensation he was creating in me. Then I received another shock.
In the dim light, I saw his cock stiffen up inside his shorts. While he was stroking my clitoris, Daddy reached into the fly of his shorts and pulled his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around it and started jerking back and forth. Although I couldn't see very well, I could see well enough to know that he had an enormous prick. It was so huge, and I had no idea a boy's cock could get so big.
For a long time Daddy stood there, playing with his cock and feeling of my pussy, and finally I couldn't stay still any longer. My mouth went dry again, and the nerves started tingling and I wanted to lick my lips badly. I started twitching and moaning on the bed. Daddy jerked his hand away from my cunt quickly, his other hand still on his cock, but not moving up and down any longer. I struggled to quiet myself, still pretending to be asleep. Finally, Daddy reached out and started rubbing my pussy again.
Every nerve in my mouth was going crazy, and I suddenly threw all caution out the window. I reached up one hand and cupped my palm around the huge swollen head of his cock. It must have startled Daddy, because he jumped as if he had been burned.
"Please ... Daddy, let me...." I whispered loudly. "Let me touch it! Let me feel of it ... just for a minute, Daddy!"
"I ... I didn't know you were awake, Suzette," Daddy said, his voice low and thick.
"Let me touch it, Daddy," I pleaded, running my palm over the smooth head. I could feel a warm moisture there, and for some reason it felt awfully nice on my hand. "Just one time ... I want to, Daddy! You can feel me again ... please, put your hand down there again ... let me play with it!"
Daddy sat down on the edge of my bed, but he didn't put his cock away.
"Listen, Suzette," he said in a loud whisper, "we must be very quiet. I'll let you play with it ... but don't make any noise."
I knew he didn't want us to wake my mother up. Then he took his hand away from his cock and let me touch it. Oh, it was huge! It was really a monster ... so thick ... so long ... so very hard! I could hardly get my fingers around it, that was how thick it was.
"Can I see it, Daddy? Huh ... let me see it!" I pleaded.
"You like it, huh?" he chuckled. "Just like your mother, aren't you, baby? Well ... if you want to see it, you shall."
He reached out and clicked on my bedside lamp. I lifted myself up on one elbow and stared down at the enormous prick. It was beautiful! I had never seen anything like it in my entire life. The skin was pulled way back from the head, and that was such a large, smooth thing, I couldn't see how he could keep it hidden in his pants all the time. I fondled it gently, feeling every inch of it. There was some slimy, clear liquid dripping from the slit, and I touched it and smeared it around his cock head. Daddy sighed and started to play with my pussy again. I reached inside his shorts and pulled out a pair of very hairy balls. They looked awfully heavy to me, and I lifted them in my hand, bouncing them up and down, then I squeezed them, thrilling to the sensation of just handling such wonderful things.
I opened the fly of his shorts and exposed all of his cock and balls. There was a mass of hair surrounding the base, and I pulled on the strands gently. Then I wrapped my fingers around his cock again and started jacking him off. Daddy was moaning and rubbing furiously at my slit, trying to work a linger between the lips.
"Want to kiss it, baby?" Daddy said hoarsely. "Want to kiss it the way you were doing that kid's this afternoon?"
"Golly ... I don't...."
I couldn't see how it would be possible for me to take that huge monster between my lips. It was just too big ... too thick ... too hard. My tongue-of its own volition-started licking over my dry lips. I gazed at the tip of his prick, trying to think of some way I could get it into my mouth.
"Go on, baby," Daddy urged. "Try it ... it's a much nicer cock than the little thing you were kissing this afternoon. My cock can do things that the boy's can't. Go ahead ... kiss the tip ... run your tongue over it."
"I don't think ... don't think I can," I whispered back at him. "It's so big, Daddy ... I could never get it in my mouth."
"Lick it, baby ... lick the head with your tongue."
I leaned down over his lap, his cock head almost in my face. I ran my tongue out and fluttered it around the smooth flesh, tasting the fluid that was seeping from the tiny slit there. Almost right away, my brain flared into a roaring fire. I couldn't see ... couldn't feel ... couldn't move. My tongue seemed extremely sensitive then, and it seemed to be the only feeling I had in my whole body. The taste of that juice was out of this world! I began licking all over the smooth head of his cock, licking up the fluids there. Then, after I had cleaned it completely, I started after the seeping stuff at the sliit. I tried my best to work my tongue into the slit, but that was impossible. Still ... I was getting the juice from him. It was slimy, but so good! I wanted more. I opened my lips as far as I could, then placed them down on the tip of his cock. Try as I did, I could not get more than most of the head into my mouth. I couldn't even get my lips past the swollen ridge. Making the best of what I could get, I sucked the tip of his prick as hard as I could, my tongue licking insanely at the seeping hole. I was shivering violently, thrilling to the sensations of pleasure that was filling my mouth.
"Jack it, baby," Daddy grunted, his fingers working furiously at my pussy. "Jack it with your hand while you suck the head!"
I twisted around on the bed until I was on my knees, keeping his cock head between my lips. I grasped his prick in one hand, jerking it up and down swiftly. My other hand cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. I was sure-in some dark part of my mind-that if I kept this up long enough, something wonderful would happen ... something that would thrill Daddy and me both.
Daddy leaned over so he could pet and caress my naked ass-cheeks while I leaned into his lap, sucking and tonguing his cock. I was almost out of my mind with what I was doing. I didn't think of it as belonging to my Daddy at all ... I only thought of it as a huge, delicious cock ... a cock unattached to anything ... a cock that was giving me pleasure ... that was making my mouth so sensitive that I was rippling and shuddering with violent spasms of intense pleasure.
Holding my lips tightly around the swollen head of his cock, I worked my tongue furiously at the hole, my fist jacking up and down the pulsating shaft, my other hand grasping and tugging and squeezing at his balls. Then something happened.
At first I thought I had hurt him in some way. Daddy grunted and arched his crotch up against my face ... his cock seemed to swell up even more inside my mouth ... then something spurted out of the tip. It was hot and thick and very slimy. Thinking I had hurt him, I started to lift away, but he put the back of his hand on my head and held me there. The thick stuff was spurting from the tip of his cock in long, squirting streams now. I didn't know what to do. It started running between my lips and his cock, soaking my still jacking hand. Then, I became aware of the taste ... and went completely out of my mind! It was delicious ... absolutely delicious! I started swallowing, gurgling and whimpering, my tongue licking furiously at the spewing hole. I gulped as much of it as I could down into my stomach-, but I couldn't take it all ... couldn't swallow fast enough. Most of it ran down the sides of his cock and over my hand, all the way to his hairy balls.
"Enough, baby," Daddy gasped, pulling my face away from his now soft cock. "That's enough ... stop ... don't!"
Although I had not realized it, I was still sucking his cock insanely, trying my level best to get more of that delicious juice. I pulled my-lips away and looked at the mess we had made. Daddy had slumped back on my bed, his cock laying on one thigh, coated with the fluid. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked the slimy juice from it. Then, without a word, I leaned over and used my tongue to clean his cock and balls. I was amazed that the white, thick stuff tasted so good ... and I wanted more and more of it.
After a while, Daddy sat up on the bed. He reached out and caressed my cheek, looking at me with love in his eyes. Then he did something he had not done in a very long time. Daddy leaned over and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me.
"Baby ... my baby," he said softly. "Do you know what we've done?"
"Yes," I grinned at him, not a bit ashamed of myself. "But Daddy ... what happened to you? What was that stuff that I made come out? Does it always happen like that? Can you do it again?"
"Hey, slow down," he chuckled. "I couldn't do it again for a while, Suzette. What I did was come in your mouth ... you know what come is, don't you?"
I told him I didn't know anything, and he started explaining the facts of lie to me. I listened, wide-eyed, and when he was finished, I told him I couldn't understand why a woman would want a man to come inside her cunt when she could have more fun taking it in her mouth.
"Does Mommy suck your cock, Daddy?" I asked him, using the words he had told me to say. "Does she like to suck your prick?"
"She loves it, baby."
"Can she do it as good as I can?" For some reason I was jealous of my mother doing this to Daddy. I wanted to be the only girl to suck him off.
"Oh, she's a fine cock sucker, baby," Daddy said, then he saw the expression on my face. "But don't you worry your pretty little head off ... with a bit more experience, you'll make a first class cock sucker, too."
Daddy was right, of course. After that night, during which he cautioned me not to say anything to anyone, including my mother, he would come to my room four or five nights a week, and I would suck him off. Once, when he and I were doing the dishes and mother was in the living room, I wanted to suck his cock off so much, I just dropped to my knees and pulled it out. Then, standing there by the sink, with me on my knees, I sucked him off. Of course, it was a dangerous thing to do, but I just couldn't wait for night. Then another time I sucked his cock off in the car. He had taken me to a birthday party, and right there in front of the girl's house, I pulled his cock out and went down on it while he sat behind the wheel. We were taking terrible chances, we knew, but Daddy and I loved what we were doing and couldn't stay away from each other.
After almost ten months of sucking his prick, I was finally able to get my lips past the ridge of his cock head, but no more. He had taught me how to use my tongue ... licking the full shaft ... swirling around the head ... and even had me lick and suck on his balls. By then I was quite an expert at sucking a cock. I stopped messing around with small boys. After all, they couldn't come in my mouth and that was what I wanted ... next to just holding the cock between my lips.
Of course Daddy never tried to fuck me. I was too little anyway. Sometimes he would rub the head of his prick up and down my pussy, but it didn't feel anything like taking it in my mouth. I enjoyed it when he would come on my cunt, and I would smear it all over the slit and stuff some of it inside me, but our preference was cock sucking.
Mother never did-as far as I know-find out about what Daddy and I were doing with each other.
As you know, I was the only child, and mother and I used to bathe together frequently. I had never paid much attention to her genitals during those times. Then, when I started sucking Daddy's cock, I became interested in my mother's pussy. When we were naked and in the tub, I would find various excuses to brush my hands across her hairy slit. I became bolder at this within a month after sucking Daddy off for the first time. He had told me of how boys and girls fuck, naturally, and I was interested in how such a small hole could take such a monstrous prick inside it. I knew Daddy couldn't get his cock inside me, and I had the idea that mother's pussy was the same size.
Then, after almost a year of me finding excuses to touch my mother's cunt every so often, I decided I would like to see if it tasted like Daddy's cock. But how to achieve this purpose, I didn't know.
Mother and I were in the tub, and I went fishing for the soap. Of course, I knew where the soap was all the time. It was in my hand. We were facing each other and I started working my hand around underneath the water as if I was searching for the soap. I made a stab between mother's thighs and felt her pussy there. Instead of taking my hand away, I quickly shoved a finger between her cunt lips. Mother gasped, her eyes opening wide and staring at me.
"Suzette! What in the world are you ... "
"I giggled, then pulled my finger out. "Does Daddy stick his finger in there, Mommy?" I asked boldly.
"Where did you get such ideas, child?"
"Well ... does he?"
She stared for a long time at me, and before she knew what I was doing, I thrust a finger into her pussy again, then I started fucking it in and out with quick stabs. She gasped again, her mouth opening. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I felt her trembling. Her thighs closed around my hand, capturing it with my finger far into her pussy. I wriggled my finger around inside her, and she jerked her hips around.
"Do you like this, Mommy?" I asked her, watching her face intently. "Do you like me feeling of you this way?"
"Ohhh ... oh, my God!" she moaned. "This is ... is wrong ... terrible. Suzette ... you mustn't ... don't do this ... please, dear ... take your finger out! Ohhh ... you can't understand ... what you're doing ... to me."
Mother's pussy began to get warm and slippery. I could feel the lips twitching around my finger, a sort of biting, sucking action. I ran my other hand under the water and felt around until I located her clitoris. I took it between my finger and thumb and started rolling and pinching it. Mther's face contorted with pleasure at what I was doing to her. Her tits, up out of the water, were jiggling from her frantic movements, the nipples standing firm and erect. I swear those white titties looked ready to burst. I continued finger fucking her, all the time rubbing and pinching her clitoris, and finally she shuddered violently, then slumped against the rim of the tub, her eyes closed and her tits heaving up and down. Her cunt had become extremely wet and slippery when she came ... and I was excited by what I had done.
After a long time, mother opened her eyes and stared at me. They were somewhat glassy, and she was breathing raggedly.
"Why did you do that, Suzette?" she asked.
"I don't know ... didn't you like it, Mommy?
"Oh, God! It was terrible ... you shouldn't have," then her face smiled, her eyes glowing. "Yes, honey ... I did like it. I just don't understand, that's all."
I watched as mother got out of the tub. She took a huge towel and started drying her body. I watched her, thinking how beautiful she was. My mother is not one of those women who let themselves get fat and sloppy. She is slender and long legged. Her waist is very narrow and she has a compact, tight ass. Her tits did not sag and droop like many women in their thirties. They stood proud and firm on her chest, with lovely pink nipples ... the way my titties are now. We're the same size now, you know, and I can wear her clothes, too. Even our bras fit each other.
Well, I watched her dry herself, then when she started working the towel between her slim thighs, drying her pussy, that was where I looked. She had a very lovely patch of cunt hair ... thicker and more luxurious than my own. The strands were long ... very long. I've heard tell that long cunt hair on a girl indicates she is very passionate ... is that true?
Whether it's true or not, it's true with my mother ... she's terribly passionate.
I watched her until she finished with the towel, then I stepped out of the tub and dried myself. Mother had pulled a robe over her body, but before she could belt it, I pulled it open. .
"Can I see it, Mommy?" I asked her.
"Suzette ... oh, my baby," she said in a strange voice. "Don't you think we've done enough?"
"Please, Mommy," I pleaded with her, looking down at the thick hair. "I've never seen what a woman-a grown woman-looks like down there."
"Well ... maybe just a peek, dear."
I squatted down in front of her. Mother opened her thighs a bit and let me look at her pussy. I could hardly see the pink lips because her cunt hair was so thick and long. I reached out to part the hair, and she started trembling all over again. She didn't say anything ... just stood there with her thighs apart while I gazed at the pink lips of her cunt. I reached one finger out and pulled the lips apart, exposing her clitoris. It was small and shiny. I touched it with my fingertip, and mother shuddered, her hips jerking.
"No, dear," she said, trying to shove my hand away. "That's enough now ... you mustn't touch me there ... no, don't ... please, honey ... ohhh ... I can't stand it! Suzette ... what are you ... doing? Stop that ... turn it loose!"
I had taken her clitoris between finger and thumb again, and was pinching it while I thrust the finger of my other hand far into the still slippery lips. Mother's body shivered, and although she was telling me to stop feeling her pussy, she was arching it toward me. I looked up at her and saw she was squeezing her own titties in her hands, pulling at the sensitive nipples. Her eyes were closed and she had her tongue sticking part way out of her mouth, biting down on it. I continued finger fucking her and rubbing at the tiny clitoris. Soon she was rolling her hips around in a tight circle, gyrating them as though she was getting fucked.
Finally, she became so weak she could no longer stand. She moved back from my hands, but ever so slowly. Then she sat down on the toilet seat, shoving her cunt toward me. She threw her slender thighs wide open ... real wide ... and the tendons located close to her pussy popped out. Her ass was barely on the toilet, hanging over the edge.
"Ooooo ... honey ... oh, that's nice," she whimpered softly, squirming her ass around on the toilet. "Ohhh, Suzette ... finger me ... finger my cunt! Stick it in my pussy ... finger fuck me, darling ... do something ... Ohhh, I'll ... I'll come! I'll come ... if you keep that up! Ohhh ... darling, darling, darling ... finger fuck my hot cunt ... Ohhh, yes ... yes ... yes...."
I wasn't feeling very much, just the pleasure of doing this for her and seeing the pussy lips twitch and quiver around my finger. That was enough pleasure for me. I could see the juice dripping from her pussy, smearing her quivering asscheeks as she humped up and down in rhythm to my fucking finger. That was when I got the idea to taste her pussy.
Apparently, mother got the same idea, because she started whispering, "Kiss it for me, Suzette ... put your lips on my pussy ... kiss it for me ... make me come, darling ... use your tongue ... lick my cunt ... Ohhh ... do ... please do it for me ... I'm so fucking hot! I want to get fucked ... get my cunt licked ... sucked ... anything ... Ohhh, do it, do it!"
I leaned in close between her widely spread thighs, now on my knees. I shoved my face into her pussy, and planted a wet kiss directly on her cunt. Mother trembled violently and grabbed the back of my head, working her steamding pussy up and down my face, covering my mouth, nose and eyes with the hair--rimmed slit. I snaked my tongue out and tasted the dripping juice of her. It was different altogether from the taste of Daddy's come, but I liked it just the same. There was something exotic about it ... something hard to describe. I ran my hands along the smooth surfaces of her inner thighs, then clutched each cheek of her ass in my palms, holding her butt as she squirmed and writhed against my face. I twirled my tongue around her pulsating clitoris, using the same technique Daddy had taught me to use on his cock. I opened my lips and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, chewing and licking it until mother was almost insane with the exquisite pleasure I was creating in her body.
"Inside ... stick your tongue inside my cunt, darling," she murmured, arching her pussy upwards. "Tongue me ... tongue fuck my cunt ... Ohhh, baby ... darling ... sweatheart ... honey ... Ohhh, this is wicked ... tongue fucking your own mother! But, I can't ... I just can't help it ... it's so wonderful ... so delicious ... Ohhh ... suck me ... suck my pussy ... eat me, Suzette ... lick my mother fucking hot pussy!"
I had never heard my mother use such words before, but the more she used them, the harder I worked at her snatch. I stabbed my tongue as far into her pussy as it would go, then began thrusting it in and out swiftly, clutching hard at her twisting ass-cheeks. I tongue fucked her until I felt the hairy lips convulse.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" Mother screamed, pulling my face harder into her soaked pussy. "Ohhh ... I'm coming, sweatheart ... tongue me faster ... faster ... lick ... suck ... cunt ... suck cunt ... lick pussy ... tongue fuck my coming ... coming ... coming pussy!"
She lifted her thighs and crooked her knees across my shoulders, squeezing them tightly around my face. I could hardly breathe, but I was so happy to be doing this I didn't care. I tongued hard and fast at her steaming cunt, working my tongue up and down her clitoris, then stabbing it in and out of her spasming pussy hole. I continued doing this until she slumped in total exhaustion, her ass still hanging off the toilet. When she relaxed her thighs parted and I was able to pull my face from her quivering pussy. My face was smeared with her come juice, but I didn't mind at all.
I dressed and left her sitting on the toilet. I knew she wouldn't protest when I wanted to lick her twat again ... the same as Daddy always let me suck his cock.
After that, I was sucking a beautiful prick almost every night, and during the day I was eating mother's pussy. Once or twice, Daddy licked my little hairless snatch, but it didn't do a thing for me. My kicks came from sucking his big prick and swallowing the come from his balls. Mother never sucked my pussy until I was thirteen years old.
When I started having my periods, mother explained the facts of life to me all over again, not knowing that Daddy had already done so. Neither of them knew what I was doing with the other. Maybe they're afraid to tell each other, I don't know. I wish they would, though. I think it would be fun to suck them both all of us in the same bed together.
Well, this cunt and cock sucking continued. Then, when I was fourteen years old, Daddy said he wanted to fuck me. I didn't much want that, but he said I should fuck a man at least once so I would know what it felt like. I agreed, and he busted my cherry. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but after the pain was gone, it felt sort of nice. He fucked me and shot his load up my cunt, too ... but I told him I prefer taking the load in my mouth.
Daddy not only enjoyed having his cock sucked off, but he liked to fuck also. I didn't mind if he fucked me, but like I said, I wanted to take his come in my mouth.
One day, when he was fucking me in my bedroom-mother was gone someplace-I told him not to come in my pussy, but to pull it out just before he shot off and let me take it in my mouth. He thrust his cock in and out of my pussy, telling me how tight I was and all that shit. He had his hands on my ass and had me bent almost double on the bed, with my knees on my shoulders. When I felt his cock start to jerk around, I said, "Take it out! Take it out of my cunt, Daddy ... shoot in my mouth ... come in my mouth, please!"
He jerked his prick from my cunt then, and in a swift motion, arched his body across my face. I opened up my lips to cover the swollen, pussy-juice wet head, when all of a sudden he started gushing. I didn't get my lips around his cock, but I did take the full load into my mouth and down my throat. It was then I experienced a strange reaction. While he was squirting his come into my mouth that way ... his cock not even touching my lips ... I felt my pussy twitching like mad, then I was coming. That's right ... while I swallowed his come, it triggered my own come! And he wasn't even touching me.
I started dating when I was fourteen, also. Daddy didn't want me to, but mother took my side and he reluctantly agreed. I was quite happy to start dating, because-unlike most girls-it meant I would have the opportunity to try sucking other cocks besides my Daddy's.
After I had a few dates, mother would ask me if I let the boys fuck me. I told her no, I didn't do that.
"That's something you should do, Suzette," she told me. "I don't much care about my daughter getting herself fucked in the back seat of some boy's car, but let's face it, you've been eating pussy for years now. I don't want you to become a Lesbian."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Mommy," I told her. "When the boys get out of hand and try to fuck me ... why, I just suck them off."
"You what?"
"I suck their cock's off," I repeated.
"Oh," she said. "Well ... I suppose that's better than nothing. At least it shows you aren't a Lesbian. Tell me ... do you enjoy sucking their little pricks?"
"Oh, yes!" I squealed. "Especially when they come in my mouth. I like that better than anything! It makes me come, too."
"It does?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with interest.
"Oh yes! My panties get awfully soaked. I just love sucking cock, Mommy."
"Hmmmm ... you know, I do to," she said.
Knowing that she already did so frequently, but she not knowing I knew, I asked, "Do you suck Daddy's prick very often, Mommy?"
"Oh my yes ... your father is crazy about having his cock sucked. Also, he's a very good cunt lapper, I might add."
"Does he lick your pussy as nicely as I do?"
"Oh, he's a real expert, darling ... but let's don't talk about what your father and I do in bed. It isn't nice."
"Why isn't it?" I asked. "After all, you and I do it ... and I suck the boy's I got out with. What's the difference?"
"Well ... I really don't know. It just seems that we shouldn't discuss what your father and I do with each other in bed, that's all."
"Does he fuck you all the time?" I persisted.
"Oh, you little minx," mother teased me. "Yes, he does. He fucks me almost every night, if you must know. And I suck his cock two and three times a week. And he eats my pussy just as often. Now ... are you satisfied?"
"Is that all you do? Don't you jack him off sometimes ... don't he finger fuck you?"
"Oh, you ... you inquisitive little cunt!" she laughed. "Of course we do those things."
"Have you ... have you ever let him ... well, have you ever taken his cock up your asshole, Mommy?"
"What give you such an idea?"
"Well ... one of the boys I went out with-when I wouldn't let him fuck me-said he didn't care for cock sucking. He wanted to stick his prick up my asshole, but I wouldn't let him. I-did let him stick his finger up there, but it hurt me terribly."
She laughed. "Well ... don't take it in your ass if it hurts, darling. But to answer your question, yes ... your father has fucked me there. It hurt me at first, but I've grown to enjoy it very much. Of course, you don't have to fuck that way, if you don't want."
I eventually allowed myself to be fucked up my asshole, but I didn't enjoy it a bit. I've let a few boys fuck me, too, using my cunt ... but I'd rather suck them any day. My pleasure is sucking cock ... not fucking. So far, I've never lapped another girl's pussy except my mother's. I suppose one of these days I'll get the opportunity to do so. I've discussed eating cunt quite a bit with my mother, and she tells me to go ahead, but that I should watch myself so that I don't start preferring pussy to cock.
I've also spoke to my father about sucking cunt-without letting him know about doing it to mother of course. He agrees that I should experience the taste of pussy ... that I should try all manners of sex until I decide which is best for me. But, at the same time, he tells me that I should stay with sucking cock and let myself get fucked occasionally. He tells me that boys and men enjoy having a girl suck them off ... that it makes them closer together than just fucking. I don't know if it does or not. I do know, though, that the boys I've dated so far prefer it to fucking me.
I guess I'll always be a cock sucker.
Suzette is a widely experienced oralist now. She gives no evidence of guilt about her incestual oralism, even to the Lesbian actions with her mother. It is difficult to determine whether or not her parents evidence any guilt feelings about their incestual involvement, but if we can draw a conclusion from the statements of Suzette, they do not.