Chapter 5

In Freud's Collected Papers we are told that as a result of incestuous longings and fantasies persisting from childhood, not actual overt acts of incest ... it may happen that the whole current of the sensual feeling in a man may remain attached in the unconscious to incestuous objects or may be fixated to incestuous fantasies until they may actually become a reality. Such is the case with the frustrated and desperate father who turns to his daughter.

The average person often wonders why he is not made more fully aware of the prevalence of incest through the media of press and television news releases. The hard fact remains that the majority of step-fathers committing incest with their daughters, even in moments of drunkeness or passion, are still reluctant to inflict the possibility of pregnancy on the girl, retaining in their subconscious minds the visions of guilt and punishment within the family framework.

Therefore, the harassed father will often satisfy his powerful sexual impulses by inducing the girl to commit fellatio, as he, meanwhile, indulges in cunnilingus.

Quite often, he will conclude by committing sodomy upon his attractive daughter. The officials, of course, hesitate to release publicity about such acts if it can possibly be avoided. They feel, justly, that it is detrimental to established society to reveal the frequency with which incest occurs.

However, the incestuous father is not always permitted to go totally unpunished. The authorities may arrest the father on sex perversion charges if he had indulged in the practices mentioned. In other words, he may be convicted on charges of sex perversion, although the act of which he was truly guilty, was incest.

A lady physician of 42, practicing in one of the better communities in an eastern state was indicted upon charges of performing an abortion on a seventeen-year-old girl. Her reputation in the community was excellent, and it was difficult to understand why she would break the law unless there was some strong underlying reason.

Investigation unearthed some revealing facts. The girl had been made pregnant by her own step-father. Further and more detailed investigation exposed some even more disturbing facts. An incest pattern emerged that caused even the case-hardened authorities to react in shock.

The father was a successful advertising executive. He was a well-preserved man of forty-two and had graduated from the state university in the upper ten percent of his class. It was at the university that he met Seena, a lovely girl who became his wife one year after they were graduated.

He had little trouble securing a job and was soon on the way up. Unfortunately Seena had certain standards in her own mind and she began working to attain them. Her philosophy should have forewarned her husband. "A man needs prodding," Seena would say in her warm, slow fashion. "If he doesn't have a goal of some kind, he's apt to get into trouble...."

Her goal kept her husband constancy striving to earn more money to meet the standards set before him. As soon as they had moved to a better neighborhood and gotten the house redecorated and furnished completely, Seena would discover that they "needed more room." She accomplished this by giving birth to babies at strategic intervals. Over a period of time, she presented her husband with three girls! When she learned she could have no more children, she adopted Dolores as her fourth.

The births came at two-year intervals with dismaying regularity. However, each girl inherited her mother's beauty and it all seemed worthwhile to the hard-working husband. He drove himself harder and harder to earn the wherewithal to pay the steady bills that streamed in.

Seena blandly ignored his occasional out-bursts about "cutting down on expenses" and went on in her own smooth fashion. As she pointed out to her husband, very little of the outlay went for her, personally. She was content with the bare necessities. But her daughters had to have the best. And they did. The girls were taught music. They were sent to ballet classes. They took special training in languages. They had riding lessons. Not one cultural or social advantage was overlooked by the ambitious Seena.

The husband, in the meantime, found the never-ending financial strain a severe drain on his own emotional resources. More and more, he found solace in a "couple of extra jolts" from his private bar in the den. Seena restricted herself severely in the matter of alcohol because she felt it was bad for her figure. As a result of her subtle resentment toward drink, the husband began sneaking in his "extra" jolts in order to avoid further strain between his wife and himself.

The adopted daughter, Dolores, proved to be a good actress. By the time she was sixteen, she had graduated to the upper level of the drama school where she studied. Her father enjoyed watching the practice sessions and he took advantage of any time he could from his work to drive Dolores to her classes. The sight of all the lovely young girls helped him to forget the cares and problems that troubled him.

There was a dress rehearsal one Thursday evening for a forthcoming drama which the school gave each spring. Dolores had her art lecture forum that particular evening and it was decided that the husband would drive Dolores to and from the rehearsal. "I know you really don't mind, dear?" Seena smiled at her husband. "The sight of all those beautiful girls seems to buoy your spirits up considerably." The husband put up a mild resistance, although he knew he would enjoy watching the young girls dance.

Dolores played the part of a nymph. Her costume was black, unrelieved by any other color. The rich, full curves of her magnificnet legs were set off even more alluringly by the sheer, opera-length hose. Her ballet slippers were also black, as was her short, flared skirt and the skin-tight black fabric that covered her upper body could barely hold in the full breasts that threatened to burst out freely at any moment.

There were many lovely girls on the stage that night, but none who seemed as exciting as Dolores, at least to her own father. Her golden hair, tied in a pony tail by a black ribbon, glistened and glowed like a molten stream of gold. Her step-father sat entranced, watching this vision of loveliness as she danced across the stage.

He couldn't help but comment to Dolores as they drove home later that in his opinion, she was by far the best dancer of the entire group. Dolores modesdy denied this but he stoutly maintained that she made all the rest look like rank amateurs.

"Okay, Daddy," she chuckled finally. "So, I'm the greatest thing since Sarah Bernhardt!" She patted his shoulder fondly. "At least, in your eyes!" She paused a moment. "But you've got to admit there are some awfully cute girls there with me!" Her father quickly assured her that none of them could hold a candle to Dolores for sheer beauty. She laughed again at his loyalty. But as she pointed out, "That Kathy has all the boys running around in circles!"

"Well, sure, sure," her father agreed. "She's good looking ... got a good build and all that ... but compared to you, she's a ... let's face it, a goat! That's it, she's a goat and you're a slim, delicate fawn!"

"Fawn?" Dolores sighed. "Did you ever see a fawn with hips like I'm getting? I've got to watch the old weight a bit better!"

"You? Heavy?" Her step-father was aghast. "If you lost even one pound, it'd be a crime! Don't tamper with perfection!"

"Perfection? Do you call thirty-six-inch hip's perfection? On a sixteen-year-old girl?" She paused. "And how about my little old bosom? Thirty-six there, too! Come on, Dad!"

"Honey, honey," he sighed. "You don't understand! A girl is supposed to be a girl! Every sweet inch of your curves is there for a purpose! You're a woman!"

"I'm a woman, all right," said Dolores. "More of a woman than Mother if you go by bust size!"

"Your mother is a lovely, mature woman, of course," her father said. "But you're every bit as feminine in every respect...." He added in a softer, more intimate tone, "maybe more so.

Dolores pretended she hadn't heard this last remark, but she had and it made her feel good.

She snuggled closer to her father as he drove. He glanced over and smiled fondly at her. He slipped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her slightly to display his affection. Then he removed his arm and concentrated on the driving.

It was eleven o'clock when they arrived home. The other girls were asleep in their rooms. Seena wasn't home yet. Dolores and her father had only been in the house a few minutes when the phone rang. It was Seena. She and her group were stopping by at the home of a friend to have coffee and a light snack. She was afraid it might last longer than usual and she suggested that her husband not wait up for her. He agreed and told her to stay as long as she wanted and to enjoy herself.

"Who was it, Dad?" Dolores came up as he left the phone. She was still in her ballet costume and had removed the coat she had worn on the drive home.

"Your mother," he said. "She's going to stay at the Morrisons for a little snack." He added wryly, "Lucky I'm not jealous or I'd think she was with some other man!"

You don't ever have to worry about that, Dad! Dolores quickly said. "First of all, Mother loves you too much!" She added more softly, "And secondly, where else could she find anybody as handsome as you?"

"Talk about loyalty," her father chuckled. "All right ... because you're such a boost to the old ego, you're going to be allowed a special little treat." He hurried and brought out a bottle of chilled sparkling burgundy wine.

Dolores quickly got two wine glasses while her father opened the bottle. The cork popped in the appropriate festive fashion and Dolores laughed as her father poured the bubbling red wine into her glass.

"Not too much, Dad," she shook her head. "I'm not used to such things...." He poured his own glass full and then lifted it while he thought of a toast. Dolores wondered what it would be. "To Dolores, the queen of my heart! The loveliest woman in all the world!"

Dolores did not even question the word "woman" in this instance. She sipped her drink and then realized they had forgotten to clink the glasses together. She held up her glass and he gently let the rim of his touch it. Then, looking into each other's eyes, they sipped until the glasses were empty.

"It tastes so good," she nodded. He refilled both glasses and again a toast. This time Dolores did the honors. "To my dad. The handsomest man in all the world!" They both laughed at the way she had paraphrased his earlier words. They had two more glasses of wine and as the father drank, his eyes studied Dolores. He stirred at the sight of her strikingly beautiful body. The long, lithe legs seemed to glow under the sheer hose. The powerful calf and thigh muscles were firm even in repose. His eyes lingered on her full young breasts. He liked the way her nipples strained the fabric. He also like the way-her bosom rose and fell. The light from the lamp on the end table created a shimmering aura around her hair.

"Something wrong?" She put her hand to her lips. "Is my make-up smeared?" He shook his head. She went on, "You were staring at me so.

"Only because I think you're the most beautiful woman possible!" He studied her for a moment before going on. "You make the ancient myths about golden goddesses all seem believable!"

"Golden goldesses didn't feel all gritty from perspiration," she said. "I had a real workout tonight. I'd feel better if I had a shower."

"In a minute," her step-father said. Despite her protest he poured a little more wine into her empty glass. "You can shower any old time. Right now, let's chat ... just for a moment more." He poured his own glass full and held it up in another toast. She followed suit a bit reluctantly. She wasn't used to drinking and three glasses were more than she had ever had before. Her head spun a little, but she felt good inside. "You can't deny this next toast." her father said. He thought a moment and then recited it: "To Dolores, my queen! Beauty like hers has never been seen!" They both laughed at his improvised poetry. Then they both sipped their wine in response to the toast.

Dolores sighed after putting down her glass. She yawned dreamily. "I feel so mellow...." Her step-father put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head against him. Tenderly, he leaned down and kissed her golden hair. Without moving, she whispered, "Can you stand me so close?" She added, "That's why I wanted to shower...."

"Stand you?" His voice was low as he continued in a mock humorous tone. "It's sheer magic. Your fragrance of pure womanhood should be distilled and poured into delicate little vials. Then, it should be offered to discriminating patrons at no less than a king's ransom!" He kissed her hair again. This time his lips lingered longer. She could feel his hot breath close to her. She like the feeling. She snuggled against him. His arm pulled her even tighter to him.

"I feel as if I could just be here with you like this forever," she whispered sleepily. "I wish this moment would stay and never be over...."

He lifted her face to his and they looked into each other's eyes. He leaned down and fastened his lips onto her slightly opened mouth. They held the contact for a long time. She wanted to draw away, but somehow, she could not summon up the will to do so. He felt her fresh young breath fanning his cheek. Suddenly, he wanted her. More than he had ever wanted any other woman before. He held her even more tightly. His hands began caressing her back. Her hands moved in slightly smaller circles over and around his shoulders.

"I love you, Dolores." He had finally lifted his lips from her mouth. "I love you more than anything in this world...."

"I love you too," she whispered. Even as they talked, their hands never stopped. The caressing motions were arousing both of them. His hands roamed down her back further and further. They began caressing her firm buttocks. Dolores' own hands were also moving more freely. They locked lips again. They clung to one another. She turned, so her body was pressed against him. His cock was getting hard and she could feel it against her thighs.

Her mouth was open much wider now as they held their lengthy kiss. It seemed entirely natural for his tongue to ease between her lips. She welcomed the length of it and then offered him her own which she gently pushed into his mouth. They began slowly, with deliberate significance, to simulate the sex act orally. She began sucking and drawing his tongue as far as she could into her mouth.

At the same time, her hips began to move in suggestive circles against his now fully erect organ. His hands caressed the deep cleft between her ass. The smooth firmness of the young flesh under his fingers aroused him further. His tongue plunged deeper between her receptive lips.

His hands moved to her tits. Here, his eager fingers sought and found her nipple which was tensing and growing larger. Suddenly, Dolores drew back and her father had the terrifying thought that she was putting a stop to their lovemaking. But this was not so. Swiftly, she slipped her shoulders out of the binding fabric of her costume. Next, she tugged down until both her young tits were exposed before her father. He found it hard to believe the beauty of the girl. Her tits were so rich and full. The nipples were pink and they had a rosy glow. She held her shoulders higher in invitation to him. He didn't hold back. He lowered his mouth to the left nipple and took it in his lips.

He began gently sucking and kissing it. Her hands caressed his head as she pulled him even closer. His tongue began working around and around the firm nipple. When it was tensed, he darted his tongue to the other breast and repeated the kissing and sucking. Then, he alternated swiftly between the nipples, caressing each with his tongue.

"My golden goddess," he stopped his kissing to whisper into her ear, "how else can I show my love for you?" She remained silent. "I know," he whispered. "I'm going to kiss your entire body, starting at your toes and working up to your lovely hair!"

He began slipping her ballet costume off completely. She cooperated by lifting her lips and twisting so he could work more swiftly. Quickly, she was nude. He stared at her nakedness in admiration. Her long, richly curved legs and thighs....the gently curving hips, the smooth flat stomach and then up to the fully endowed breasts with the proud, rosy nipples.

Her step-father did as he had promised. His head moved down to her feet, and tenderly he began kissing her toes, one by one. He moved upward to her ankles, then the legs, the knees, the powerful thighs ... until his face reached her hairy cunt. It was a golden shade, but of a deeper hue than the hair on her head. His hungry mouth buried itself deeper into the silky, moist embrace Dolores made for him with her tightening thighs. She moved her body up and down, circularly for a few seconds, then up and down again, timing each of her movements perfectly to the movement of his tongue.

Wild, incredible sensations raced through Dolores' body as her father's driving tongue strained, pointed and swept deeper and deeper. Then she felt something new. Her step-father was gently biting and sucking at her vagina, keeping a perfect tempo with his daughter's undulating hips.

Then for the first time in her young life, Dolores climaxed. Her fiery womanhood gushed forth to be eagerly absorbed by her step-father's hungry tongue and mouth. Then and only then did he release her. "You're mine now, Dolores," he whispered to her. "You're mine forever...."

This was only the beginning of their love affair. Both were impatient for their next episode of lovemaking. The opportunity arose one week later when Dolores was due at her drama class to be readied for the performance that night. Seena was busy seeing to all the preparations for a supper party she was giving for a small group of friends who were to attend the recital afterward. Seena asked her husband to drive Dolores to her class and leave her there. She could have a light snack with the other performers. After the performance, they would treat her to a real celebration.

Dolores was a bit puzzled over her father's behavior. He drove as if pursued by bandits. She studied him uneasily as he roared around the corners at a speed far in excess of the posted limit. He swung the car sharply into an abandoned used car lot and then turned off the ignition key. He found her young lips waiting for his kiss. Hungrily, they locked together, whispering the age-old words of all lovers.

Time was short but he made every second count. "I have to kiss your body just once before we go," he told his daughter.

"Right out here?" She was dubious. It was daylight. There was traffic moving on the street behind them.

"Trust me," he whispered. Gently, he forced her back against the door on her side. Then, he turned her hips so that she faced toward him. He lifted her short skirt back and worked off her sheer panties. She was not wearing hose and only the golden glow of her lovely calves and thighs served as enhancement for her limbs. He dropped his face down to her thighs and she opened them wider so that he could gain entry with his tongue and lips. Avidly, he sucked and kissed at her body. The excitement of the forbidden act under such dangerous conditions was a great stimulus. In a remarkably short time, she had achieved her climax. The entire adventure took them less than fifteen minutes and they reached the school on time.

The performance that evening was most successful. Everyone there was impressed with the poise and confidence of young Dolores. The sixteen-year-old girl gave the impression of being a full-fledged professional. When her father kissed her after the final curtain, as all were exchanging congratulations backstage, she whispered into his ear.

"I performed for you alone...."

They were able to share only brief touches and kisses for the next several days. Then a great opportunity arose. Seena was flying to New York to represent her sorority. The session would last three full days and this left the two lovers-Dolores and her father-in a perfect position to enjoy their love affair.

Seena was driven to the airport to catch the flight which departed at six o'clock in the morning. Once the plane was in the air and headed east, her husband hurried back to his car and sped homeward. He found the family just awakening which was precisely how he wanted it. He got Dolores to one side and whispered his plan in her ear: "At ten in the morning, tell your teacher you have severe stomach cramps. They'll phone me at work and I'll come by to pick you up to check with a doctor. "We'll come back here. The girls will all be at school and the house will be ours!"

It all fell into place as planned. Dolores played her role convincingly. Her father was told over the phone to come and get his daughter. The teacher thought it might be appendicitis. Dolores' step-father knew her appendic had been removed when she was four.

She was tenderly led to the car by her step-father and he carefully drove in the direction of town. As soon as they were out of sight of the school, he sped toward their house. He drove the car directly into the garage and a door led from the garage to the kitchen. No neighboring eyes could see the two when they got out of the car.

"Let's use your bedroom," Dolores said. Her color was high. She was excited at the prospect of uninterrupted hours with her lover. The other girls wouldn't return from their classes until two in the afternoon. Her father quickly accepted Dolores' proposal and they hurried toward the bedroom.

Hand in hand, like two young lovers, they bounded up the stairs. At the door, the father suddenly stopped. Dolores was puzzled until her father explained, "I want to carry you across the threshold. You know, just as if we were married!" He swooped her firm, strong body up in his arms and suited the action to the words. Inside the bedroom, he put her down and they clung to each other in a passionate embrace.

"I'm so jealous of Mother," Dolores whispered. "She gets you every night!"

"But she never gets me like you do," her father assured her. "I give you more love in one minute than I give her in a whole night!"

He began undressing her and urgently she began taking his clothes off. Soon they stood nude, facing one another. The golden young girl and her step-father. But he was in fair shape for a man his age and the girl was so infatuated with him that she saw only what she wished to see.

He kissed her lips again and again, and then his mouth dropped to her magnificent breasts where he kissed each rosy nipple. He began to lower his head to her loins, but she held him back. Puzzled, he looked at her.

"I want to dance for you," she said. She led him to the big bed and gently pushed him onto it. Then she moved to the center of the room and with dramatic deliberateness she began to dance.

She swirled, dipped, twirled and undulated with such grace that her father was held spellbound in admiration. By the time she had bowed in the finale, she was overcome with her sensuous charm. His penis was throbbing for relief. He moved to her side and swiftly led her back to the bed.

His hungry lips kissed her hair, her cheeks, her mouth, her nipples, her navel and then sought her vulva which became the focal point for his passion. His tongue probed deep into her body and she moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Just as she was ready to climax, he lifted his face and she opened her eyes to discover what might have gone wrong.

All was well. He was merely changing position so that they were now in the sixty-nine posture. She knew what to do with the hard cock that throbbed before her. Her full young lips tenderly kissed the end of it. Then she began working her mouth around the rigid organ as skillfully as though she had been doing it all her life.

Dolores experienced three orgams before her father ejaculated in a great throbbing spasm. He tried to pull back to avoid having his daughter swallow his sperm. But he reckoned without her instensity. She refused to let him escape and her ravenous young mouth eagerly swallowed his entire output.

The two lay together for a long time afterward, whispering and talking. The intensity of their feeling was soon evident. Within minutes, the father found his penis again stiffening into full erection. In their entire married life, his wife had never been able to create such passion within him. He commented on this to Dolores and she revealed her own feelings on the matter.

"It's because I'm your real wife," she kissed him tenderly. "Legally, you're married to Mother but you belong to me."

Once more, to prove the validity of her words, they engaged in their love action. The strangest part of the entire affair now came about. Dolores, who had never participated nor read of fellation in all her life until this day, instinctively followed the approved pattern of the art of fellatio as first set forth more than five hundred years ago in the Kama Sutra of Batsyayana.

Dolores gently held her father's penis in her soft hands and lifted it to her lips. Now, she began to caress the tip delicately with her mouth. She pursued this engaging action for several seconds.

In the meantime, her father had worked his tongue up into her vagina and was again darting it in and out in the simulation of sex. All this prompted Dolores to an instinctive and startling movement. She now held the head of the penis completely covered with one hand. Then she bit roughly at the hard stem. Quickly, she kissed it to show that the bite had been one of love, not anger.

Now, she worked the hardened organ into her eager young mouth. She closed her lips down tightly, then pulled back sharply-almost as if attempting to jerk the organ from her father's body. He reacted passionately to her violence. His own tongue renewed its probing within Dolores' loins and this fanned their passion higher.

Dolores worked her father's organ deeper into her mouth. Now, she began blowing on it with her hot breath. She rested a moment, then took the thick stem of her father's organ in her hand. Slowly, slowly, she began squeezing it. She increased the pressure as the hardened penis throbbed. Then she placed her strong teeth on the swollen tip and again bit it passionately.

Her father groaned pleasurably at the inspired lovemaking of the young girl's instinctive and imaginative techniques. In quick, fluttering movements, her agile tongue sparked even more response from the male organ. Her supple, moist tongue flitted and licked back and forth across the enlarged head. She absorbed half the length of the penis in her mouth and continued to caress it with her tongue. At the same time she began to suck it with all her strength. Her step-father was astonished at the sexual skills he hadn't dreamed she possessed.

Not to be outdone by the girl's mastery, her father revealed his own skill. He ceased his tongue-wiggling inside her vagina, and covered the entire apeture with the lips. He began sucking with great force. Then he reversed the method. He began blowing his hot breath up inside Dolores.

Then he gave the girl yet another thrill. His long, darting tongue moved from her vagina around to her anal opening. Slowly, with insinuating little thrusts, his tongue began to slide into her anus. Further and further, it went. She responded by tightening her rectal muscles, clamping down on her father's tongue and then releasing it. Soon, his enture tongue was working smoothly in and out of the throbbing opening.

Dolores released her father's penis from her mouth and she, in turn, let her own tongue seek out his anal cavity. With consummate skill, she began duplicating his tongue action and they worked diligently at gratifying one another as they twisted and turned in passion.

The ultimate pleasure was a return to the fellatio-cunnilingus method, and Dolores climaxed three times before her father attained his own orgasm. They lay utterly depleted, locked together as they relaxed in order to regain their strength. They were both determined to savor this precious interlude to the fullest.

Finally, hand in hand, as naked as the day they were born, they went downstairs to the kitchen. They could not bear to be apart and they clung together even as they opened the refrigerator door to prepare a snack. Cooking anything was out of the question. That would have interfered with their lovemaking.

They compromised on sandwiches. They were so in love now that their every act was linked in some way to the sexuality that they had suddenly found with each other.

"Would you like some sort of sauce on your sandwich?" Dolores asked.

"It could stand a bit of spicing up," her father answered. He took his sandwich and moved it down to her vagina. He didn't have to ask her to open wider. She knew what he meant. He thrust the sandwich up into the moist aperture and then let it absorb her female lubrication. After a few seconds, he pulled it out and hungrily ate the part that had been moistened. He repeated the process until he had eaten the entire sandwich.

Dolores played her part. She decided she wanted mustard on her sandwich. The "utensil" she used for dipping the mustard onto the bread was her father's half-hardened penis. To make sure she got all the mustard possible, she licked his organ completely clean of the condiment when she had finished applying the mustard to the sandwich. They both laughed at their inventiveness.

"Wonder what mother would say if she could see us," Dolores said.

"We've got to be awfully careful," he said, shaking his head. "Nobody must ever even suspect we're lovers."

"It's none of their business," Dolores said firmly. We belong to each other and that's all that counts!"

"I wish it were that simple," her father said. "But it isn't. People have some Strang feelings about love between daughter and step-father. They think it's wrong."

"It isn't!" Dolores set her strong young chin determinedly. "I can't think of how any love could be more natural than ours."

"It's natural to you and me," her step-father agreed. "But the world would not accept it." He paused. "We've got to be sensible about it. We can have our love, but we must keep it our secret. If anyone discovers what's going on between us, it's prison for me. Our state is one of the worst when it comes to punishment for this sort of thing. Fifteen years, no more, no less!"

They did exert great care from that moment on. Their sex sessions were always planned with great caution. The conditions were set up so that the love act could be fully engaged in with no danger of outsiders growing suspicious. The family around them was in no way aware of what was taking place. Dolores' mother, Seena, was usually so preoccupied with her social schedule, that she was unaware of the few rare slips the two lovers made.

For some reason, the step-father was obsessed with the silky cheeks of his daughter's buttocks. He played his tongue and lips over her anal area. He decided he would enter her rectum with his cock. Dolores, overeager to please her lover, quickly adopted a hands and knees position to permit his easy entry.

Her father found the anal opening tight and he lubricated it with his tongue and lips. Then he worked the head of his cock around and around. He decided he needed even more lubrication. He told Dolores he would insert his organ into her vagina to get it coated. Then he would be able to accomplish the desired anal entry.

He found her fiery young vagina delightful. It was the first time he had actually put his cock into it. He let it work back and forth for several seconds. Then when he felt he was about to have his climax, he quickly removed it and thrust it into Dolores' anal cavity. Thanks to the lubrication from the vagina, he was able to enter. After only a few powerful thrusts, his manhood spurted violently into the girl's rectum.

Dolores and her father were unaware of one unfortunate fact. In the passionate preliminary, one single drop of his sperm had penetrated into Dolores' vagina. It was enough. She missed her period, but dismissed it without too much concern. But when she missed a second, she grew worried. Her step-father felt she was merely delayed. After all, as far as he knew, he had never completed the sex act with her in the fashion necessary for conception.

Too late, Dolores learned that she was indeed pregnant. Her doctor, a woman and a dedicated person, refused to countenance the thought of an abortion. Dolores and her father pleaded in vain. The doctor only advised that the man responsible for the pregnancy should be made aware of it.

"Dolores," the doctor persisted, "you've got to tell who the father of your child is. Once we learn the boy's name, then we can go to him and I know he'll marry you! But I refuse to perform an abortion."

Slowly, the father revealed that there was no boy involved. He broke down and confessed he had made love to his own step-daughter. Shocked, but understanding, the doctor finally agreed to go through with the abortion. The operation was a success, but a nurse, who had assisted at the operation, told the story to her husband. The news spread, and the woman physician was indicted.

Seena, stunned at the terrible revelation, placed the full blame on her husband. She sued for divorce and was granted one ... for "mental cruelty." Dolores remained in the custody of her mother.

A short time later, Dolores was successful in obtaining a job with one of the touring show companies. The chance to travel and work in her chosen profession was therapeutic and she slowly began to adjust to normal living. There is little reason to think that she will not ultimately be capable of a full and normal marriage relationship with the right young man.

The father subsequently re-married; his second wife was much younger than he, and perhaps not surprisingly, she strongly resembled Dolores.