Chapter 5
Ooh Daddy, What A Dick!
It is not at all uncommon in sociological studies of family sex behavior to find cases of fathers abusing their young daughters sexually -sometimes with threats and force, but more often than is commonly supposed, with the passive or even eager cooperation of the girl.
It is far less common to find a case like the one that follows, where the daughter admittedly forced the issue upon her totally unsuspecting father, luring the man by a fantastic bit of trickery into an all-out sex affair which he was powerless to resist.
The girl later came to the attention of institutional authorities after she had gotten into trouble on drug and shoplifting charges, and in the course of psychiatric examinations that followed, she boasted of being able to "blow any man's mind, with his cock for a mouthpiece-including my own goddam father."
She was later referred to me in the course of my data-gathering on the subject of incest, and she provided me with the following self-congratulatory account of her shameless and highly- successful sexploitation of her poor bewildered father, starting off with a bizarrely plotted first seduction in front of a roistering crowd of drunken spectators.
Case 2 Betty McT.
Transcript of Betty's taped, first-hand story:
What did those shrinks tell you about me-that I'm a fucking little tramp? That's what one of those tight-ass cocksuckers in the goddam funny-farm called me right to my face. Did those pricks put that in my official report?
I'm no tramp, for chrissakes! Nowadays just because a girl digs balling, that's no big deal, is it? I mean, everybody's doing it these days, right? Nobody believes that old Victorian shit anymore that only men are allowed to have crotch-itches for the opposite sex. Why shouldn't a girl admit it if she has a hot cunt-just like a man will brag about having hot nuts?
And as far as making it with my old man goes, why the hell not? There's plenty of girls thai got hot pants for their fathers, if they would dare to admit it. And plenty of fathers that are horny for their daughters too. They just don't have the guts to follow up on the urge and do what comes natural.
I don't believe in all that old-fashioned crap about sin and evil incest and everything anyhow. You should be allowed to do everything you want to, as far as sex goes-ball anybody that you're horny for, as long as they're willing. No matter whether it's your family or not.
All kinds of animals fuck with their own parents and brothers and sisters, don't they? And so do primitive natives in the South Seas and everywhere. I read about that in a book. It's a common thing in lots of Indian tribes for parents to teach their kids about sex by actually fucking and sucking them. They don't worry about a lot of stupid laws and taboo bullshit. They do what comes natural to them, and that's the same thing I did.
My old man isn't anywhere near as liberated as me, though, so that's why I had to sort of con him into the scene, once I made up my mind to try it. He could've come all unglued, if he'd known what the hell was happening. I mean, I couldn't have just tossed it at him cold, like whataya say, dad-let's fuck. He would've shit a brick!
But I decided I was gonna ball him anyhow, come hell or high water, and I knew the only way to pull it off was to trick him into it some real sneaky way, so he wouldn't even know what hit him until it was too late and the meat was already in the grinder.
Don't get me wrong about the old man-he was never a prude, or anything like that. He liked to screw around plenty. In fact, ever since he divorced my mother, when I was fifteen, he'd been a real heavy hitter in the sex department. Being in the advertising business, he made out like mad with a whole flock of gorgeous models all the time-a different cunt for every night in the week.
I was jealous as a bastard of all the goddam glamor-dolls sucking around him. I figured, since I was always right there on the premises, ready and available, what the fuck did he need with all those other bitches? Why not get his loving from me instead? I knew goddam well I had a lot more to offer him than they did. They were mostly long, lanky fashion model types, bony and flat-chested, and I had plenty of sweet meat on me, including thirty-eight inches in the tit department, even when I was only fifteen and still growing.
But trying to get dad to see me as a sex object was pretty fucking hopeless. I never got to first base, those first couple of years. I'd run around the house in a peek-a-boo bra and panty outfit or wrapped up in a bath towel with my boobs spilling out, advertising the merchandise for his benefit-and I was always hugging him and brushing my tits against him accidentally on purpose every chance I got, but it wa? all a waste of time-he never took the hints.
The only sexy attention I ever got from him was a slap on the fanny now and then, and very cool, fatherly kisses on the cheek and forehead, Which didn't even begin to satisfy me. I was bound and determined I was gonna make him realize that I was not just his cute little baby daughter anymore, but a hot-blooded, hot-cunted full-grown woman, who could give him a balling that would completely blow his mind, if only he'd give me the chance.
In the meantime, while I was waiting for the impossible dream to happen, I was getting myself ready for the big event, just in case, by sharpening up my sex-skills-practicing with all the best cocksmen I knew of in the high school. I'd already lost my cherry when I was fourteen-no big deal there-but that was only the beginning of my sex preparations. I wasn't just satisfied to be a passive piece of ass. I wanted to be a real clever, versatile fucker that knew all the tricks to send a man into orbit.
So all through high school I sure Was a popular date. The boys spread the word around that I not only fucked like a goddam rabbit, but that there was nothing I wouldn't try. By the time I was sixteen, I was famous all over the school -with about twenty or thirty of the boys and six or eight of the male faculty members-for my fantastic thirty-minute lick jobs. Twenty mhv utes of wild tongue action on all the real ticklish parts of the guy's body, and then for a grand climax, ten minutes of out-of-this-world cock gobbling that was guaranteed to flip his wig permanently.
Those guys all assumed that I must have some huge appetite for sucking pricks. I guess, but actually it was all just practice runs for me, so that some day I could give sweet dad the greatest combination fuck and blow-job of his entire life, and make him forget about every other woman in the world.
Finally my big break came at last, one night when I was seventeen. The funny thing is, when the chance finally did come, it turned out to be a lot easier to pull off than I'd ever dared to hope it would be. I didn't even have to make a lot of fancy plans ahead of time-it was just a spontaneous wild idea that happened to work out real beautiful from a combination of circumstances, dumb luck and cold-blooded nerve on my part.
The way it happened was, dad was throwing a house party for a couple of dozen guys and chicks that weekend, all real sex-bomb swinger types from the model and show business world. He'd had these wild type blow-offs at the house before, but usually on those occasions he'd ship me off for the weekend to stay with my aunt in the city, so I wouldn't be around to see what wild sex-brawls these parties turned into. But this time, Aunt Edith was in Europe, so he had no place to send me, and it looked like he was gonna be stuck with me on the premises whether he liked it or not. That tickled the shit out of me. I figured I was gonna have a ball for myself, sitting in on a real all-out grownup sex-orgy, with my own sweet daddy as the star. Wow!
But dad was pretty up-tight about the whole idea-after all, he'd always tried to shelter me from the sexy side of his life all these years. He was afraid that if I saw him orgying around with a crowd of wild drunks, pot-heads and nymphos, that it might corrupt his sweet little innocent daughter-ho ho. Little did he know how corrupted I was already. In fact, I figured I could probably teach some of those dumb cunts he fucked around with a trick or twcr.
Anyway, on Friday night before the first guests arrived, he gave me a big lecture-told me I had to go to bed right after dinner, and I wasn't to leave my room for any reason during the night.
"This is no children's party," he said. "There'll be considerable-er-drinking going on, and some of this crowd will no doubt get pretty boisterous. I wouldn't want you to get hurt, or anything."
What a laugh! "Considerable drinking," he said there'd be-but he didn't mention anything about considerable fucking. Anyway, I promised him I'd keep out of sight, honest to God, but I kept my fingers crossed while I was saying it. He breathed a big sigh of relief and told me what a good little girl I was. And as a special reward, he moved the big color television set from downstairs up to my bedroom and told me I could,watch TV as late as I wanted to, while he and his guests were having their party.
Big deal! I pouted and sulked a little, just so he wouldn't get suspicious, but I had no intention in the world of really staying in that fucking room of mine all night, watching goddam TV! Once the fun started downstairs, I was planning to have myself a ringside seat for the whole show.
I had it all figured out that the real hairy action would probably happen cut in the backyard, around the patio and the swimming pool area, so I had a spot all picked out for myself on the upstairs back porch, where I'd be able to stay out of sight in the darkness and get a beaur tiful bird's-eye view of every dirty thing that went on down below. I even borrowed dad's pair of powerful binoculars, so I could be sure to get good close-up looks at all the pornographic details.
Everything worked out perfect-just the way I'd figured. It was a real warm night, so everybody headed out to the pool right off. It wasn't supposed to be a swimming party, but in no time at all a couple of the chicks had stripped down to the buff completely and were splashing around in the water, and then a couple of guys joined them, also bare-ass.
After that, things got wilder and wilder, the drunker they all became. The ones in the pool were splashing water all over everybody outside, and then they started grabbing people and throwing them in the water with all their clothes on. All that kind of stupid shit. Before you knew it, practically everybody was in the pool, and hardly anybody had any clothes on at all anymore.
I was pretty goddam fascinated, spying on all. these stark bare-ass famous people from the society columns, fashion magazines, TV and Broadway. I recognized a lot of their faces, but I was a lot more fascinated to be seeing their naked asses and pricks and tits and pussies, which I had never thought I'd live to see. I'd like to have had a camera with me that night. I could've made a fortune with pictures of all these famous freaks, farting around in the bare-ass nude like a bunch of sex maniacs.
Of course I was most interested of all in dad, though. I'd never had a chance before to see Yam naked, although I'd dreamed about him that way often enough. I was real proud to see that he had a huge prick, bigger than any of the other guys there. Wow, was I excited, imagining myself getting fucked by that fantastic piece of meat! No wonder all the beautiful chicks in town were rallying around his flagpole all the time, I was thinking, and I was all the more determined than ever to get dad's big cock into my cunt, somehow or other.
The next thing that happened was they all started to play these crazy grope-g&mes that you wouldn't believe. First the women were blindfolded, one by one, and then they took turns trying to identify which man was which by grabbing onto their pricks and balls and feeling around, checking the sizes and shapes. Everybody was getting a lot of laughs out of it, and I was having a ball with my binoculars, because the women would have to work the guys' wieners around in their hands each time until they got a hard on before they could tell whose prick it was. Even then they didn't guess right too often, most of them.
Except when they grabbed onto dad's prick. They all knew his big horse-cock the second they laid a hand on it, hard or not. I was getting goddam horny, though, watching all those high class tramps handling my dad's dick that way -at made me jealous as hell.
It was just about this time that I peeled off my pajamas and got down to the naked nitty gritty like all the rest of them. Then I spread myself wide open there on the porch floor and went to work on my cunt with my thumb, rubbing and jabbing and ramming it up and down the hole, pretending it was dad's cock that was doing it to me. This was lots better than just having dream fantasies about dad's prick, like I usually did when I was playing with myself this way. At least this time, with the binoculars up to my face, I could actually see that big fat beautiful rod of his right before my eyes, and I could feel the hot cream oozing out of my cunt like a river, I was so fucking excited. I hated all those goddam bitches down there that were grabbing onto his cock, but at the same time I was grateful to them for making it hard and keeping it that way, while I was feasting my eyes and thumb-fucking myself to glory.
The chick that won the cock identification contest really surprised me. I better not tell her name, but she writes a social chit-chat column for one of the-New York papers, and I guess she sure does get around a lot, 'cause she guessed right on every single cock in the crowd, after just one quick grab and squeeze on each, no shit!
The prize they gave her for winning was a beauty-a huge, gold-plated dildo. Some joke!
Then they switched the game around the other way, which was even wilder. This time the men were blindfolded, one at a time, and then they had to grope all the women and try to identify each one by feeling her tits, ass, pussy, or whatever. Needless to say, the guys had a ball for themselves, and spent a lot more time rubbing and pinching and squeezing and poking all the juicy parts than they really needed to, before they'd make a guess which woman it was. And none of the chicks showed any signs of pain over all the manhandling they were getting, either. Everybody was way too bombed by this time to give a shit about anything anyhow.
Dad turned out to be an easy winner in this female identification contest, which didn't surprise me a bit. He knew every one of those chicks' bodies from top to bottom, because I bet he'd screwed all of them at least ten times apiece. It blew my mind, though, watching while he went down the line, handling all those bare tits, twiddling nipples, hefting asses, and poking fingers up between their legs and manhandling their pussies, and then calling out the correct name for that particular body eveiry time.
He made quite a production out-of it too-working over each chick's body for about five minutes, pretending he was having trouble figuring out who she was, and you could tell those horny cunts were having multiple orgasms in the process. Did they ever love it!-getting groped and diddled that way in front of the whole goddam world.
The prize which dad won for being the winner was a blowjob up on the high diving board from any chick he selected. He picked out this little freckly redheaded singer that's been on the Tonight Show a couple of times. And sure enough, she climbed up there on the goddam diving board with him and gobbled his wiener for him like it was her last meal before the famine
I was jealous as hell, watching her gulping on dad's joint that way-wishing it was me up there sucking it instead of her. She didn't have any kind of technique at all-just a lot of amateur enthusiasm. And then, like I figured, she chickened out at the end and didn't even let him come in her mouth the way you should, but pulled her face away just before he shot his wad, and let it spray onto her tits instead. A pretty crummy suck-job in my book. I could've done a hell of a lot better myself. But the crowd went wild over it, and gave them both a big hand of applause after the performance.
All this time, I just couldn't get over the size of dad's prick, though, when it was in the hard state. I was drooling all over the place from watching it-really getting frustrated by that time. Thumb-fucking myself just wasn't good enough to satisfy me anymore, not with that . real live prick of his so close at hand-and everybody getting their grabs at it except me.
If I could have just gone down there somehow and joined in those games with all the rest of them-WOW! Stand there bare-ass and let blindfolded dad grope me all over my boobs, my cunt, everything-trying to guess which one of his chicks I was. Ha ha-he'd never guess me in a million years. Some wild idea, but there was no way I could work it. Or was there?
Suppose I did go down there and join the crowd? None of the others would know me from Adam. I'd just be one more strange chick to them-some anonymous starlet or party girl that came in with one of the TV guys. Daddy was the only one that would recognize me on sight. There was no way in the world I could disguise myself to fool him. And wouldn't he have a shit fit if I ever showed up down there-his sweet, darling daughter. But even so, my evil little mind wouldn't let go of the idea. I still was hoping I could figure out a way to get in on the action somehow, with the party getting wilder and drunker, the longer it went on.
And then all of a sudden, out of the clear blue sky, came a fantastic break for me! I finally got lucky, for once in my life.
It started with this little fat guy named Ernie making a bet with dad. I heard him yell out in a big loud voice, "You fucking cocksman -you can identify every one of these fucking broads by feeling them with your hands. So what! I bet you a thousand cash you can't identify them no hands."
Dad laughed. "What the hell am I supposed to do-recognize them by their smell? Or maybe feel them all over with my tongue."
Everybody laughed, and Ernie said, "No, man -I got a better idea. You gotta identify them just by using your prick. You have to fuck each woman here blindfolded-no hands-and try to tell who she is just by the feeling of how she fucks."
This brought on a huge uproar. Everybody flipped over the idea-especially the chicks. But dad said, "Hold on a second. You expect me to fuck every one of these women here? Man, you overestimate me!"
"Take all the time you need," Ernie said. "We've got the whole fucking weekend ahead of us. A thousand bucks says you can't do it."
Well, it sounded impossible, but dad was definitely interested. It was quite a challenge to him-to try to recognize every woman in the whole crowd, just by the feeling of her snatch around his cock while he was fucking her. No hands allowed-strictly prick and pussy contact.
Okay, you got yourself a bet," he told the guy. "Give me my blindfold and bring on the bodies."
A shiver ran through me, as the great inspiration hit right at this point. Here was my perfect chance, goddammit! While dad was blindfolded, I could slip down there, take my place in the lineup with all the other naked chicks, and become one of the bodies to get fucked. What a wild goddam idea! There I'd be, getting my pussy screwed by my own dear old dad like I'd always wanted to, with a whole crowd of witnesses standing around watching the terrible crime being committed. Yeeow! That made it even more of a mind-blowing idea. Incest with an audience, and I'd be the only one there that would know what was happening. I damn near had another orgasm right on the spot, thinking of the unbelievable thing that was about to come off.
But what about when it was all over, and dad took off the blindfold? Ooh, sweet Jesus-I didn't even dare to think about that. Dad would sure as hell shit a brick when he saw who his prick had been into. But at this point I didn't give a goddam. This was my one and only chance to get myself fucked by him and make my lifelong dreams come true. How else would I ever manage to arrange it? I couldn't let such a golden opportunity go flushing down the toilet.