Chapter 3

Jennie L. is a twenty-year old now attending school in California and working as a waitress. She is extremely beautiful, with a finely built body and long, blonde hair enhancing the blue shimmer of her eyes. But this look of innocence is quickly broken upon speaking with her.

Jennie was born and raised in a small town in Kansas. Her mother left her father when she was three, and being the only child up to that point, she was raised by him. Her father was a man of emotion and passion, working in the oil fields and living the rough, rugged life of a pseudo-pioneer.

As the years passed, Jennie and her father grew very close because they gave to each other what only they could-love. The young girl grew up quickly, taking on the responsibilities of the home and attending school at the same time. It was during this period, when she was sixteen, that her story begins.

As she related the details of those years to me, I found within her a worldliness otherwise undetectable in the beautiful young girl. Obviously, as a result of the conditions of her life, she had grown up in every way possible.

I never really knew my mother. The only memories I really had of her was through the old pictures Jack, my father, kept in the dresser. She was a beautiful woman, tall and stately, and I could see why Jack had loved her so much. But I suppose that after she left him, there was no one in the world who could ever get that kind of love from him. Just the way he acted, and the amount he drank, I knew he was suffering horribly-but there was nothing anyone could do.

I was sixteen that summer and had just begun to develop an interest in sex. My body was good, and I used to like to stand in front of the big mirror we had in the hallway and pose for myself. I would wear only my bra and panties, but then begin dancing and slowly, like a stripper, remove them. When I was naked, I would throw my hips out, staring down at my blonde hair between my legs, and think of myself as a model for one of those big magazines. I guess every girl went through that kind of scene.

One afternoon, when it was really hot, I stripped and went to my mirror. There was a gloss to my skin, and my body was shining in the darkness of that hallway. My hair was damp and hung in little ringlets across my shoulders, the ends just barely touching the tips of my nipples.

I suppose that is what began to turn me on-the feeling of my hair there on my nipples. I mean, they really began to ache and then began pointing outwards and throbbing. I touched them lightly with my fingers, feeling the electricity flowing through. me, riding upwards from my tits and into my shoulders. As I stood there, my eyes began to unfocus and soften, and the more I touched myself, the less I was able to see the reflection of my own naked body.

My breasts, even then, were pretty large. I lifted up one of them and bent my head down. I wanted so much to suck myself that I got a cramp in my neck from leaning down so hard to touch the pink nipples. Finally, I was able to just graze the edge with my tongue. At that time, I thought that it had been the greatest thrill a girl could ever have. But I hadn't as of that time really noticed that I had a vagina.

After licking myself, and driving myself crazy, I began to feel the moisture kind of dripping down between my thighs. I was standing with my legs spread wide apart, and the breezes were kind of drifting between them making my prickly hair tingle and shift.

I stood erect and let my hands wander down across the front of my body. I was pleased with the hardness of my stomach, and with the way my skin seemed to round softly into the triangle of blonde hair. I was good looking then, and I knew it. The thought that a man, with a penis that was hard and huge would desire me and would want to plant his weapon between my legs sent shivers up my spine. Until then, I had only seen one penis, and that was my father's. Some nights, when .he was really drunk, he would walk around the house in the nude. That pink thing would just dangle and bounce, with his balls weaving back and forth as he walked. I used to enjoy seeing him that way, but never dreamed that his sex would someday be between my legs.

My fingers were pulling apart the soft, white petals and going inside. I found my clit and began toying with it, shooting spasm after spasm of electricity throughout my body. It was an incredible feeling, and I felt like I could stand there naked forever and play with myself. Then, I pushed my fingers up my vagina and felt the warm, moist skin there throb and pulsate with my touch. I came then, for the first time in my life. It was that day when I began to worry about the possibly that I might have been a nymphomaniac because for the next few weeks the only thoughts I had were of huge, hard cocks. Every boy I looked at was nothing more to me than that piece of meat dangling between his legs, that piece that I wanted inside myself so much.

My fever was burning me up, and there seemed nothing to do with it but play with myself. I even got to the point where I would run around the backyard for hours in the nude, rubbing myself up against anything that was hard. I began to feel like a burning bush, and my cunt needed somebody to put out the fire.

Then one afternoon it came, and I came and he came. His name was Bill, and he was a salesman. I think he was selling books or magazines or something like that. Anyway, I had been sitting in my bedroom, naked of course, when the doorbell rang. I was getting so bored and uptight about everything that I had the idea of answering the door stark naked-you know, just to see the reaction of whoever was there when they saw me. But then again, I decided that it could have been someone we knew and that would have been really embarrassing. So, I threw on an old tee shirt that just covered my cunt, and went to the door.

Bill was big and handsome, wearing a smile which he probably used for everyone he tried to pawn his stupid books off on. His eyes traveled up and down my body, and I could feel my nipples pushing out strongly from inside the shirt.

"I'm selling books, dear, and wondered if you might be interested?" His voice was shaky, it was obvious that he liked me.

I invited him inside, ready to play with him a little and decrease the boredom of my day. He took a seat next to the fireplace and began taking out magazines from his briefcase. I sat opposite him on the couch, and drew my legs up underneath me. I spread my thighs just a little, and knew by the way he looked between my legs that he could see just a touch of my pubic hair. I was thrilled.

"Now," He said, his eyes still wandering around between my legs, "I've got all sorts of interesting books which you might want to cunt ... I mean, consider for yourself ... "

His voice just trailed off. I remained smiling, then shifted my body a little and threw my feet back onto the floor. With my legs properly held together, I suddenly let the thighs fall apart. Now, he had a great look at not only my cunt hair, but also at my vagina. I felt myself begin to moisten.

"I think," I said, feeling like a woman of the world, "that you like what I have better than I like what you've got."

"I should say so!" He replied.

"It's not fair, though..." I said, standing and lifting the bottom of my teeshirt to my waist, "I should be able to see something of you!"

He leaned back in his chair, let out a deep breath, and laughed. Obviously, he had not expected something like me when he had knocked at our door.

"I'll do the best I can, little lady, yes indeed, I'll do the best I can!"

I went over to him and he took me in his arms. We kissed long and hard and I opened my mouth wide so that our tongues met and lashed at one another. I let my hand fall around his waist, then moved it down front and stroked his bulge. He was already hard and seemed to throb beneath my touch.

He reached behind me and drew my tee shirt over my ass and began rubbing my cheeks together. Then he ran his fingers down my crack and came up from underneath to grab my mount. I shuddered as he fingered my pearl, stroking it gently and with much care.

"Let me have your prick ... hurry, I want it inside me!! ! "

I was lost and didn't know anymore what I was saying. It was like a dream, I mean, all those afternoons masturbating in front of the mirror and now the real thing was happening. I was kind of flying, and did not even know where I was anymore.

I pulled at his zipper, then, and drew out his dick, he was long and thick, and the skin shone from the juices. It was like holding an electric charge in my hands, I didn't know when it would go off.

"I want to suck it?" I didn't have to ask. I kneeled down in front of him and blew hot air onto the pink, throbbing head. He held the back of my head and began pushing me towards him. I opened my mouth and took the length of his prick in between my lips. The feeling of having that thing stuffed down my throat was weird, and I was hoping that he wouldn't shoot his load until after I got my mouth away. I thought I would choke if his stuff poured out into me. But he didn't.

Now, it was my turn. He stripped off my teeshirt and pushed me back onto the floor. He knelt above me for a second, looking over my body and smiling.

"You're beautiful, baby, beautiful!"

He began kissing me all over. First on the mouth, then on the neck and then to my tits. The nipples were hard and aching, and I was swooning as he took my buds between his teeth and gently rolled them around.

"Ooooh ... God ... careful ... please!" I moaned, pushing his head against my breasts, wanting him to come inside my skin.

Then he began licking me. He rode his tongue all the way down the center of my stomach, until he reached the top of my cunt. He played around with the little hairs there, and then plunged downwards into my valley.

Then, he turned and shifted himself. He took my legs and spread them apart as wide as possible, then threw his prick up against my face. I handled his balls, rubbing them together and stroking his cock.

"Put it in your mouth!" He mumbled. I took his prick and stuffed it between my lips. Then he moved his mouth to the opening of my vagina and began licking around in there. I thought I would explode as he drove his tongue deep inside me, playing with my pearl and licking the juices that were flowing there.

When I felt him begin to come, I tried to pull my mouth away but it was too late. The white, hot liquid spurted from him with a lot of force and shot down into my throat. At that moment, I too, began to come and felt my vagina rippling and pulsating beneath his ravaging tongue.

Finally, we were both still, laying naked at each others' sex on the floor of my house. We hadn't even introduced each other and didn't know each others' names. It was a weird feeling and I felt strangely displaced ... kind of unable to see or make out anything familiar in my surrounding. But then I realized the reason for this was because it was late, much too late, and Jack was due home from work at any moment.

That was quite a scene when Jack came home to find me and some stranger naked on the living room floor. Not only were we nude, but I had Billy's cock in my mouth and was blowing him again to get him hard so he could fuck me.

Well, Jack took this guy, lifted him three feet off the ground, and threw him out the front door. I had to laugh when I saw Billy running naked down the street, trying to step into his pants and tripping and falling all over the sidewalk.

Jack then turned to me. I began shaking, trying to cover my body because I could tell that he was half angry with me and half looking at my naked skin. It made me excited in a really strange way, and I think today that we both knew we were turning each other on.

"You go to your room, and stay there!! ! " He screamed, watching my ass as I moved out of the living room.

I didn't bother to get dressed. There was something in the air that I couldn't describe, something that made me feel daring and open. I lay back on my bed, spread my legs as though daring someone to look up my twat, and watched the darkness fall across the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Jack was standing above the bed. I didn't bother to close my legs or cover myself ... I think now I wanted him to see that I was a woman-all woman.

"Only tramps do what you did today ... you're a little whore!"

I smiled at him because he was trying to get angry yet the sight of my naked body was turning him on. He kind of just stood there, saying the words and not meaning them, even as he spoke.

"I forbid you ever to leave this house, at least for a month you'll stay in here and try and act like a lady!"

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked, arching my pelvis up towards him. My crack felt as wide open as the Grand Canyon, and his eyes were riveted on my hole.

"That's got nothing to do with it!" But his voice was weakening and he began stammering. Then, he let his hand fall onto my thigh. I moaned softly and smiled.

"I want you, daddy, I want you so bad I hurt!! ! "

Even to this day I don't know what really made me do the things I did that day. It seemed like once I made the move with Billy, everything came tumbling down and it didn't matter anymore. Nothing existed that would make any difference whether or not I fucked him, my father or some cat off the streets. I just suddenly had this urge between my legs and the need to have it filled.

Jack stood above me, aware that he was touching his daughter and aware that there was something wrong with that. But he continued stroking my skin, moving his hand easily up and down my leg. Then he got higher on my thigh and went underneath. He held the skin there for a second, then moved higher yet. His knuckles were touching my lips, which were by then burning with heat and running juices like crazy from deep within my vagina.

"Ooo-oh ... touch me there ... please, touch me!" I cried.

He obeyed and moved his hand right up against my cunt. Then he slid his finger up inside my vagina and let it rest there. I was creaming like crazy, and going dizzy with excitement.

"This isn't right, baby, it just won't work."

"Why not? I mean, we love each other, right? And we don't have anyone else and we want to be with each other. What difference does your being my father make?"

He smiled down towards me with that big, toothy grin of his and chuckled. "It'll make a lot of difference to everyone else, that's who!"

"But they don't matter, do they?" I was afraid that I'd seen something of fear in him, something which doesn't look attractive in any man.

He answered me, though, by pulling his finger out of my hole and throwing his head between my legs. His tongue began working expertly on my clit, twirling that bud with smoothness and surety of motion. I lay back against the already damp sheets and found myself floating towards heights which I never even dreamed of.

His mouth and lips felt warm against my throbbing skin, But when he dove inside me with his tongue, spreading the walls there I felt like I would split apart.

I finally got him to turn around, like Billy and I had done earlier in the day, and I struggled with his fly until I found his snake ready to uncoil. His prick seemed to grow in my hand, reaching towards me and becoming heavier and bigger with each throb. Finally, the thing looked to be fully grown and I put my lips to it.

Daddy thrust his hips towards me as I sucked his prong deep inside my mouth. He moved like he was fucking me, thrusting in and out of my mouth. I thought if he pushed any harder, he would jam that huge thing of his right out the back of my neck.

Then, I pulled the thing away from my mouth and began breathing again.

"Fuck me, put it inside...! ! ! " I begged, as he lifted his wet-mouth from between my legs. His eyes were all shiny, and he seemed real determined. There was no doubt that he was really enjoying fucking with me.

As he lifted himself above me, I reached under and held his balls. After giving each one a gentle squeeze, I took his prick and guided it from the base to the hole which waited for it.

"Easy ... please, be careful ... " I pouted. The tip was against my clit and I rubbed it there for a second then let it fall to the opening. Carefully, slowly, I glided his staff through the pearly gates and into my darkness. With each new inch that entered me, I felt more and more I would explode. It was like every bit of blood that I had was being drained down to that one spot, that hot, wet and exploding skin between my legs.

Finally, he was all the way inside. We waited for a second, I trying to catch my breath and he trying to hold himself back a little. I suppose he wanted to come right then and there because we had been going at it for such a long time already. But he just kind of tightened up, and I clamped my legs around his stick and held him inside me.

"I love the feel of it there ... it's so big, there's nothing of me left!"

"Oh, there's plenty of you left, little daughter, plenty!"

Then he began pumping. Slowly at first, he began building until his balls were slapping like crazy against my ass. I rode with his every plunge, feeling myself skyrocket each time that piece of meat dove heavier inside.

Then I reached up behind him and stuck my finger into his ass-hole. I just left it there until I felt him begin to throb like an out of control machine inside. With each great spurt of his come, I pulled my finger out just a little more until finally-bang! I just snapped the entire ass-hole closed. Boy, did he go for that! After he had finished, and while he was still inside me, he laughed and told me that that had been the greatest fuck of his entire lifetime. It made me feel good to know that I had been better than Mom ... and I was determined to get even better.

I felt different when I started school that year because of what had happened to me that summer. The boys seemed young and immature, and the girls seemed like little girls instead of women. I had been balling my own father all summer, and my vagina was sore most of the time because of his prick. But that soreness between my legs, that feeling of really having been entered gave me something over the other girls at school. I really didn't belong there and knew it, but I also knew I must finish.

I began to play with the whole idea of sex a little. There was this dance one night and this guy named Kurt asked me outside where the couples went to neck. I decided to really lay one on him that he would never forget. He took me into his arms like everyone and began kissing me hard. Our mouths were open and his tongue dove deeply into my mouth, scraping my teeth and kind of exploring.

"You don't really want this, do you?" I asked, drawing away from him. His face was confused and then shocked, as I slid my hand up between his legs and cupped his balls.

"A good strong prick shouldn't go to waste, now should it?"

He was speechless as I moved my head down to his groin. I unzipped his pants and drew his cock out into the night air. He was twitching and nervous as I held the stem in my hand, blowing hot air onto the tip.

"Yes," I moaned, "you've got a real nice pecker here!"

Then I put my lips around the tip, just holding it slightly at the end, and opened his hole with my tongue. He began shivering from the excitement, and as I pulled the entire length of him into my mouth, he came immediately. I swallowed his come, feeling some spilling into the corners of my mouth, and dried him up. As I licked the space between his balls I heard him telling me how much he loved me and how he wanted to marry me. I felt like telling him that that was impossible because I was balling my own father, but decided against it.

Instead, I kissed him lightly on the cheek and made my way back inside to join the rest of the kids. I was a woman amongst them and there was no way I would ever fit in again. So I made up my mind that at least I would blow a few minds and have some fun.

After a few weeks in school, I met Cindy. She was a tall, good-looking brunette who seemed to always be trying to make eye contact with me. One day, after exchanging looks with each other, we finally spoke. I found out that she had come from New York City and was strangely amused by the way in which the kids acted. We began talking about sex, and soon it was revealed that we both had balled before.

"You like it?" She asked, as we wandered out into the park just outside of school.

I told her that I did, but refused to tell her that I was fucking my own father. Then she made a curious remark about women knowing so much more about how to please a woman that only women could provide satisfaction.

"You can't mean that," I replied, suddenly feeling there was a hell of a lot about sex I didn't know, "Oh," she replied, stroking my hair as we sat on the grass, "I know it's true. I've tried it, and it's really something."

For some reason I got really jealous. I mean, here I was walking around school like the queen of sex and suddenly there was somebody who knew more than I did. I let her stroke my hair, and then I let her kiss me on the mouth.

"Did you like that?" Cindy asked, pulling herself away and searching my eyes.

I couldn't help telling her how much I enjoyed her touch. She was very gentle and kind, and the way in which she stroked me made me feel like a real woman. I knew what was coming, and I knew if I let go any further what would happen, but there was something nice about her that I didn't want to turn down.

"I liked it very much, Cindy," I replied, then I began stroking her hair, and pulled her close to me. I kissed her on the mouth, slashing my tongue inside her mouth and feeling her up there around her warm in-sides.

"Ooooh, baby," she moaned when I pulled away, "you know how to do it!"

I put my hand on her breast and began stroking her there. She was well built, and I could feel her nipples begin to harden beneath her sweater.

Then we fell to the ground in a tumble.

Immediately, our legs were locked together and we were pushing our cunts up against each other.

"Oh, God, finger me ... finger me!! ! "

I lifted up her short dress and rubbed her thighs. She was thrashing her legs, spreading them back and forth and finally allowing me to go up between them. I found the edge of her silk panties and touched her there. She was soft and wet, and she groaned loudly when my fingers began pushing in against the soft silk.

Cindy reached up behind herself and pulled down her panties. She was naked underneath her skirt, now, and I dove with my fingers inside. Her cunt was warm and good to the touch.

"You feel silken ... warm and smooth." I said, as I played inside her. She was laying back on the grass, with her legs spread wide apart. It was still daylight, and I was praying that no one would walk by us, because if they did they could have seen everything.

"Eat me, baby, eat me!" She moaned. I pulled her legs apart and peered into her pink, moist cunt wondering at the same moment what exactly I was doing. I mean, this was the act of a lesbian, and now, because I was putting my mouth to her cunt, I, too, was a lesbian.

At least at the moment that's what I thought. Then I began to realize as I really got into licking her crack that it was only pleasure, and it really didn't make any difference where that pleasure came from. It was kind of funny, but I worked out this entire theory while I was eating her out.

"Ooooh ... it feels wonderful. Turn around and let me have at you!"

I swung my hips around so that my crotch was facing her head. She ripped at my panties and pulled them down across my knees. Then, she lifted my dress up and I threw my leg over her head. She blew warm air onto me, driving her breath up into my vagina by spreading my lips there with her fingers.

Then she put her mouth to me. I had been eaten out by Jack before, but it was never as good as this. Cindy seemed to know every little place, every little move that would really turn me on. I had heard that theory before that says that women are the only ones really capable of giving another woman pleasure-and I was becoming a believer rather quickly.

I came with more force than I had ever come before. A second later, Cindy came and we rocked and moaned with each other's cunt firmly implanted on each other's mouth. When we finally rolled over, pulled down our dresses, we began wondering if anyone had actually seen us. I mean, we were practically naked out there and it was pretty obvious to anyone passing by just exactly what we were doing to each other. But as we talked and discussed the possibility, it occurred to both of us that it really didn't matter. I guess the more things I did with my body, the more I wandered out of that state of mind where you really care what anyone thinks about you. I mean, they all get their kicks, so why shouldn't I? It was fast becoming the kind of world where the old rules and laws didn't make sense anymore. The only thing that really seemed to have any bearing-on me personally was my own pleasure-and I was beginning to know that I would risk anything for that pleasure.

The sex with Cindy changed my relationship with my father a lot. At first, I tried to act as though nothing strange or out of the ordinary had happened, but each time he tried to fuck me or make me give him a blow job, I could feel the change inside me. It was like there was someone else calling out from my own skin, someone I had never met but who would linger in the background all the time. I knew I had to see Cindy again, and it was at Jack's expense that I began seeing her regularly.

Then one night she stayed over at my house. Playing the role of two innocent teenagers, we said goodnight to Jack and crept into bed. I don't really know if he had any suspicions because we had been balling, but I am sure he must have thought something.

Once in bed, we threw off out nightgowns and nakedly clutched at each other as though we had been long lost lovers who had been reunited after years away from each other.

"I love you, Jennie..." She whispered as her hand rode up my thigh and rested on my cunt. I took her fingers and kissed them, then placed each one inside me. She began moving in there, then kissed my breasts, then roamed down towards my crack where she applied her tongue with all the skill she had.

I didn't notice the door to the bedroom open, it took me a few minutes of quickly growing shock to know that Jack was standing above us. When I had finally made that realization, I threw Cindy off of me.

"Daddy!! ! "

"So this is a typical teenage slumber party! They were never like this when I was a kid!" He was laughing. I guess sometimes I think adults just haven't been around, but usually they've lived twice as long and have experienced twice as much.

"Won't you join us?" It was Cindy, sitting naked with her legs crossed at the foot of the bed inviting my father into the sack with us. I suppose she thought that she was doing something real daring, I had never told her about Jack and me.

He was naked and hard in a matter of three seconds. Cindy seemed to take to his prick quickly, and before I knew it, she had him inside her mouth.

"Roll over sweetie..." He said as he lay down on the bed, his cock still being stroked by Cindy's smooth lips.

I rolled over, spread my legs and pulled his head towards me. He dived in quickly, circling my clit with his tongue then driving it as deeply as he could inside my vagina. Then Cindy swung her hips around and I had her cunt at my mouth. We were a three-way team, father-daughter-and best friend. It was pretty strange, and there was a certain amount of something unfamiliar in the air which I couldn't explain to myself.

As we all came together, I knew that it would be the last time. I knew that to look at Cindy and my father as they made love to each other, and to me, was to give me a strange perspective on myself that I couldn't fathom. The next morning, I left that house, with Cindy and my father asleep naked in each other's arms.

SUMMARY

The environment which produced Jennie's experience with incest was typical of those reported by Kinsey of such behavior. The close proximity of father and daughter allowed the situation to progress to the point where the actual case of incest was committed.

The first act of incest which occurred after the salesman represents a distinct example of the unconscious at work. In Jennie's case, the initial experience of that afternoon, with the traumatic shock of her 'first boy' and the strangeness with which that experience occurred actually served to unleash her subconscious. She began functioning in a dream-like state, one in which her normal inhibitions and desires were superceded by the strong and powerful thrust of her libido. Satisfaction and sensual delights became her chief goals, and she did not care how she arrived at those goals, as long as she did.

The father, Jack, also was working under a release of unconscious elements. In the first place, his routine job which he endured after his wife had left him somehow worked to abolish his sense of identity. This is a very common phenomenon amongst men who have been thrust from normal emotional patterns which they developed in marriage. Secondly, the factor of finding his daughter with the strange man might have triggered something inside him which was nothing more than replay of the break-up of his own marriage. Thus, we see both the father and the daughter being thrust into a state where the 'normal' rules and laws of society simply do not exist.

This abandonment of society's edicts regarding human sexual behavior affected Jennie quite highly as evidenced by her actions with Cindy. The pattern of experimentation, along with her desire to replace the lost love of her mother, led the young girl into a lesbian relationship.

The culmination of the somnambulist-like series of events was on the night when all three finally engaged in sexual intimacies. It was here that Jennie knew she didn't know. In other words, the fine line of thought or reason which had been holding her to both Jack and Cindy was broken by the stark reality of their actions. Jennie could no longer participate in the dream state of her life without having some concrete answers. It is this author's opinion that Jennie will, indeed, find those answers.