Chapter 5
Of Goats and Gods
"Unzipping the front of my trousers and letting them fall to the floor, I stood there in front of the mirror, trying to judge whether or not my weight-lifting sessions down at the Y were worth the effort. Deciding that they were paying off better than I had expected, I smiled at the reflection of my young nude body, pleased with the way my tan was beginning to come along. I could see the dark-brown hair curl slightly as it grew on my chest, drifting downward into a smooth thin line over my navel and down over my flat hard belly, coming to nest cozily in swirls as it tufted itself around the base of my cock. Not bad, not bad for seventeen, I thought to myself, holding my six inches of limp meat in my hand.
"It wasn't long before I started feeling pretty hot, looking at myself in the mirror like that. My prick started to stretch from a six-inch soft wiener into a throbbing eight-inch ramrod, and I knew I'd better get on with my bath before I started jacking off. I settled into the tub of warm water, lying back, and closed my eyes. I could hear mom getting ready to leave the house to go on her business trip, and she was giving orders to Susie, my Little thirteen-year-old sister. 'You kids be good, now, while I'm gone. Susie, you take care of your big brother like a good girl, okay? Mike,' she yelled from the living room, 'you watch after Sis and don't forget to feed Butch. Bye-bye.' Butch is our two-year-old Irish setter. I heard the door open, then close. When I heard the car back out of the driveway, I knew that mom was finally on her way.
"Breathing a little sigh of relief, I slipped further down into the water, dreaming of one whole week of wild freedom while mom was gone. I thought about inviting some of my friends over for a wild party, maybe even having some kind of sex orgy or something. I could see, in my imagination, a house full of kids from school, boys drinking beer, girls squealing and running around half nude, just begging to get fucked. My pulse quickened as I made all kinds of plans for a week of seduction and sin.
"My cock was standing straight up, the head sticking five inches up out of the water. I watched it jerking and splashing in the hot water. Just then I heard a little giggle. Opening my eyes, I blushed crimson to find my sister Susie standing by the door watching me.
" 'Get out of here,' I yelled at her.
" 'No!' she snapped back, walking further into the bathroom. 'I have just as much right as you do to be in this bathroom, and I can watch you if I please. Anyway, mom's gone, and it doesn't matter anyway!'
"I grew red with rage at her impudence. 'You little bitch, you want me to knock the shit outa you!' I barked. I stood up in the tub, my swollen member swinging like a big sausage between my legs. She squealed and giggled as I threw the washrag at her, but she didn't move. I knew she was really enthralled by the sight of my big cock as it swung back and forth between my thighs, slapping against my legs.
" 'Lookie, lookie at the big hot dog,' she teased with little girlish giggles.
"I picked up a bar of soap and threw it hard. It bounced off the side of her head and she stopped giggling.
"She put her hand up to her head, her cute little lips beginning to quiver and tremble. She stood there, looking at me with a terrible hurt expression on her face, and began crying. I said, 'Now, you asked for that, and you know it!' I slipped back down in the tub. Susie stood by the washbasin, still looking at me with that hurt expression, and my heart began to soften a little. Finally, she stopped crying enough to choke out, 'All I wanted to do was take a bath with you and play in the tub like we used to do when we were little, Mike.' Then she started crying again. Feeling pretty bad about it, I finally gave in and told her she could get in the tub with me if she still wanted to.
"Susie, beginning to find her composure, slipped her clothes off. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she grabbed her pink-lace panties and started pulling them down. The tight little bulging curve of her rear end sent a little shiver up my back, and as she pulled the blouse off her shoulders, the little bulges on her chest stood out like oranges. My dick started throbbing as she turned around and came over to the tub. As she lifted a leg over the rim of the tub, I could see the entire crack of her ass, from her cunt all the way around to her ass-hole. Her skin was smooth, pinkish, and inviting, and I knew she was a virgin. She wasn't shy about anything, mainly because she didn't know what there was to be shy about, I guess.
"I could hardly hold back from reaching up and putting my hand around the tightly quivering cheeks of her ass as she eased into the tub with me. 'You've grown up quite a bit in the last couple of years,' I said gently. 'You're getting to be a big girl, now. Got any boyfriends, Susie?' I asked.
"She said, 'Don't be silly. I'm only thirteen. Mommy says I'm too young to have boyfriends. Anyway, I don't like anyone as much as I like you, Mike. All my girl friends at school fell in love with you when you won the diving contest in last year's swim meet.'
"I swelled with pride at my little sister's flattering words.
"Susie sat down in the tub in front of me, smiling and talking happily about how she thought I was the best-looking boy in the whole neighborhood, and about how she was going to miss me when I went off to college. Then she stood up in the tub, little rivers of hot water dripping off the end of her two firm little balloons bobbing oi her chest, streaming down her hairless, smooth belly, and trickling into the little nest of pubic hair around her tight virgin cunt. 'Mike, will you wash my legs while I stand up in front of you?' she said, handing me the washrag and soap.
"I began soaping her up all over her strong little legs, working up a rich lather, running my hands around her knees and along the inside of her thighs, gradually getting higher and high r towards the tight little slit of her pussy. My cock was throbbing and jerking insanely under her as my hand slid in and around the crack of her firm little buttocks and pressed further and further up inside the crevice between her thighs. I began to feel hotter and hotter, realizing that if I didn't put a stop to this pretty soon, I was going to lose my head over my little sister.
"Susie stood with her back to me, her tight little ass staring right into my face, not more than a foot away from my mouth. I had it all covered with thick folds of lather, and I teasingly ran a finger into the crack of her ass and pressed it up against the opening of her rectum.
" 'Stop that,' she giggled.
"I said, 'Why? I'm just trying to wash your little bottom. Nothing to be ashamed of. After all, I used to help mom bathe you and powder your little butt when you were less than a year old.'
"Susie said, 'Yeah, but I'm not a baby anymore, am I?'
" 'No, you sure ain't no baby, now,' I mumbled, my head reeling with the knowledge that I was going to be alone for a week with my cute little sister. She turned around and faced me, asking me to wash her stomach all over with soap. My hands, trembling with the task of controlling themselves, began rubbing all around on her stomach. Slowly I let my hands glide and slide further and further up, until finally I had my soapy hands cupped over each little boob, squeezing them gently, massaging them with my lathered fingers. Faintly, her tiny little breasts began to swell and stiffen, the little nipples erect and stiff.
" 'Ooh, Mike, that feels so good. I'm glad I have a big brother like you to give me a bath. You know how to wash me all over so I'm real clean.'
"I said, "That's a good girl. Now just stand there for a second while I wash you all over.' I let one hand continue sliding in the lather over her two little melons, while my other hand began winding and gliding downward along her flat little stomach, working up thick foamy suds. I could feel one of her feet between my legs down under the water as it nudged up innocently against my balls. My cock twitched nervously against her ankle as my hand explored around her hips, gently pulling her closer and closer to me, so that now the lips of her incredibly beautiful little vulva were only three or four inches from my nose.
"She kept talking innocently of school, about how some of the boys in her class tried to coax her into the bushes one day. She rested her hands on my shoulders for balance as I continued to build up slick foamy suds all over her stomach and thighs, rubbing my hand between her legs and pressing up against her cunt. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I began to let a finger rub gently and discreetly over the outer lips of her pussy. The little pubic hairs were like silk threads lost in the white foamy lather. Slowly, I let my finger ease gently in between her lips, feeling the muscles of her little pussy quiver with little shocks of pleasure.
"'Ooooh, Mike!' she moaned, as my finger probed deeper and deeper into the tight little opening of her cunt.
"Her legs began trembling a little, and I said reassuringly, 'That's a good girl. Let's get you good and clean, inside and out.' My finger slid further into her hot little box, until I felt it press against her cherry. Yeah, she was a virgin, all right. The stiff little membrane was guarding the entrance of her sweet little vagina as I jabbed at it gently with the end of my finger.
" 'Ow, Mike, that hurts-a little!' She winced, as I gave her hymen a strong little jab, hoping I could break it easily and painlessly for her. But I could see it wasn't going to be easy.
" 'Mike, now you stand up and let me wash you. Okay?' Susie said, as she backed away from me, causing my finger to slip out of her cunt with a little slurping noise. 'Stand up,' she ordered. I stood up sheepishly, my big stiff cock swinging menacingly in front of her. She squatted down in the bathtub, and began soaping me all over my stomach. 'You got a bigger wiener than Butch does, you know that, Mike?' she asked matter-of-factly and innocently.
" 'How would you know?'
"Susie replied, 'Because I saw you playing around with Butch's balls one day, when you didn't think anybody was watching. I saw how big Butch's sausage was then, but now I know that yours is a lot bigger.'
"My little sister worked up a thick lather on my stomach, then suddenly slid her hot soapy hands onto my bulging club. My legs shook beneath me as she continued to squeeze her strong little fingers around my shaft and slide them up and down over my hard dick. It was jerking and convulsing now, and every time she pulled along the shaft of it, sliding her hands from its base up towards its swollen head, a strong spasm caused it to jump and lurch strongly, almost slipping out of her grasp. But she hung onto it tightly, and kept squeezing it and pumping it, occasionally dropping one hand to cup around my dangling balls.
"Little sis was really going to town on my rod, and I knew it would only be a few seconds before I shot a barrage of hot jelly right into her face. 'That's good, Susie. You ... you're ... you're getting it ... good ... and ... cle-cle-clean!' I gasped, trying to hold off my ejaculation.
"She suddenly stopped washing my dick, let go of it, and watched it with great fascination as it throbbed and jerked in front of her, not more than six inches from her mouth. 'Now turn around so I can wash your behind,' she commanded. Weakly, I turned around, holding myself steady by grabbing the shower spout above my head.
"Susie now began soaping up my rear end, letting her fingers romp and play over my legs and thighs, pushing her hand in and out into the crack of my ass. 'You got a lot of hair, Mike, especially way down inside the crack of your ass-hole,' she said, as she spread the cheeks of my firm buttocks and peered in. "Will I have that much hair in my ass when I grow up?' she asked me, as she squeezed my buns with her soapy hands.
"'You might. Would you like that?" I asked her.
" 'Oooo, no!' she giggled, continuing to work over my buttocks, getting the lather thicker and thicker. Then she started probing a finger into the crack of my cheeks, thrusting closer and closer to my anus. She found the little puckering rim, and stabbed at it gently. 'Got to clean you real good, inside and out,' she said.
"I could feel her finger pressing and rubbing around the rim of my ass-hole, knew that it wouldn't be long before it started slipping into my quivering sphincter, and realized fully that my little sister and I were going to have a lot of good times while mom was away on her trip. "That feels good, Susie; you know how to give big brother a good clean bath, don't you,' I encouraged her. She increased the pressure of her finger against my ass-hole, which was now vibrating and flexing. Then, with subtle little waves of ecstasy, I felt her finger begin to slip into my anus. Then, with a little laugh, she plunged her finger up hard into my rectum, causing me to let out a loud howl of pain and excitement. Holding on to the shower spout above my head, I yelled, Take it easy, sis!'
" 'Did that hurt?' she inquired, sounding like a little nurse.
" 'Sort of. But, don't pull your finger out yet. You have to massage my ass-hole for a few minutes to make the pain go away,' I told her.
"She said if I would bend over a little, and spread my buns with my hands, she could clean out my hole better that way. I did what she asked, and stood there grinning in pleasure at the shower curtain as I felt her finger move and rub in a circular motion inside my ass-hole.
"God, the feel of her finger up my ass was sending shivers all through my body, and my legs began to shake and feel weak as I could feel her fingertip rubbing against my prostate gland. If my cock swelled up any more, it would surely burst in an explosion of blood. Never before had my penis been so hard and swollen, begging for release, pleading to be brought to full ejaculation, bursting with a cupload of hot sperm-jam in its base. My bowels were burning with passion and animal lust. I was gasping in quick little spasms, barely able to stand any more. Suddenly, my little sister withdrew her finger from my ass-hole, and little stars spun in circles before my eyes.
" 'Turn around now, and let me finish washing your balls,' she said. Weak and trembling, I slowly turned around and stood in front of her, my huge dong sticking straight out at her, its wicked head not two inches from her mouth. She soaped up my balls with both her hands, squeezing them and massaging them, stretching and milking them downward until I thought they were going to pop out of their sacks. She rinsed off my dick, and then, still squeezing my testicles, said, 'I saw mommy do something to daddy one time, about a month before he died.'
" 'What did you see mommy do to daddy, sis?' I said.
" 'Here, I'll show you.' Still squeezing my balls in both hands, she slowly brought her mouth up to the head of my burning peter, then, opening her mouth, she covered the head of my shaft with her lips. I groaned and closed my eyes as my little sister's hot mouth engulfed the end of my huge erection. Her tongue flickered around the tiny hole, then curled all around the head and shaft of my heavy, rock-hard prod. My mind reeled with incredible visions and images of animal lust as I felt my tool slip further and further into her mouth, felt the enormous suction she created inside her mouth as she kept going down further and further over my big prick. God, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I knew that I was on the verge of the biggest ejaculation of my life.
"'Oh, yeah ... that's ... that's real ... that's real g-g-goo ... good? I gasped, trembling like a rag doll in front of her. Now she started moving her mouth up and down, up and down over the length of my cock, all eight inches of it sliding and slurping in and out of her hot mouth which was working like a suction pump. She seemed, as if by instinct, to know exactly how to suck a man's cock. It felt better than any of the blow jobs I used to get from little Tommy in the boys' shower after gym in school. Little Tommy was the school queer, and he was always following me into the shower after gym period. I knew what he wanted, and after all the other guys left for their next class, I would frequently linger a few minutes in the shower, knowing that Tommy would slip in and give me a suck job. Once, he had made me mad by biting the end of my prick, and I whacked him across the mouth hard. I remember the little trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth as he cried and said he was sorry. Then I forced him to take his clothes off and, pinning him against the wall like a little fairy queen, gave him the fucking of his life. I remember how I had to hold him while he struggled, pinning an arm behind his back as I shoved my jackhammer up his tight ass. I remember, too, how I had to keep him pinned up against the wall with one arm while I put another arm up over his shoulder and under his chin, and when he started crying and screaming, I had to hold my hand tightly over his mouth so no one would hear.
"Now, here I was in the bathtub with my little sister giving me the best blow job I'd ever had. She still kept gently squeezing my aching balls in her hands while moving up and down on my nearly exploding cannon with her hot mouth. 'That's a good little sister. You're getting me all clean inside and out. In and out ... in and out ... in and out,' I whispered over and over. Suddenly, I began to arch and stiffen, and I knew that in a second or two I would be shooting thick wads of my come into Susie's mouth, flooding her mouth and throat with hot, syrupy semen. 'G-g-good g-girl,' I stammered. My body stiffened and arched, unable to stand the ecstasy any longer, unable to ignore my little sister's tongue coiling and swirling around the head of my bursting prick as she pumped her head up and down over my slick prong, unable to cope with her capable fingers as they squeezed and massaged my big heavy balls.
"Little did Susie realize that she was coaxing the love juices from my balls. Little did she realize that she was urging my balls to release their store of thick, creamy come into her mouth. She seemed in a frenzy, now, to create some volcano of activity, to arrive at a stopping point, to reach the end of her efforts. It was as if she realized somewhere deep within her soul that she was doing the right thing. She knew I was trembling violently, that I was on the verge of something strange and terrible, yet she continued sucking away like a mad child on my bursting cock.
"Then all hell broke loose, as I felt the burning jellies deep in my organ begin to steam and flood towards the end of my dick. 'Oh, sis!' I choked, as the first blast of come exploded into her mouth. I saw her jerk her head in surprise as she felt the blast of hot liquid hit the back of her throat. But she didn't stop sucking away, and I almost passed out from the fantastic waves of pleasurable sensations which tore at my groin, sending little shivers of uncontrollable joy through my body. It seemed like an eternity as I stood there, shooting away, blasting wads of hot love-juice into her mouth and throat, listening to her little gasping, choking sounds as she valiantly struggled to swallow the torrents of sweet-salty come that exploded from my cock into her mouth. Finally, my dick stopped its nervous spasms and began to soften inside her mouth. With a final strong sucking movement of her tongue and mouth, she slowly pulled away from my cock. 'What was that salty-tasting jelly that came out of your sausage, Mike?' she asked innocently."
The above episode was the first in a series of sexual events in Susie's life. Susie, thirteen years old, and her brother Mike, seventeen, did not realize the long-range consequences of their being left alone for a week while their mother left town on a business trip. The two adolescents had no father, for he had died several years earlier from a heart attack.
Mike was sexually a very precocious child, and as a youngster had always been fascinated with sexual themes, such as "circle-jerks" and secret parties where young school girls were seduced and "educated" by older high-school boys. Mike also had never had a solid, close relationship with his father. It becomes increasingly evident, therefore, that Mike was suffering from a severe case of sexual repressions, particularly in the realm of homosexual urges. It was natural, from the standpoint of Mike's physical development, that his sexual urges be given some kind of outlet. And it is usually true that wherever we see a case of severe repression, we can also be on the lookout for some rather bizarre and unusual expressions later on.
The influence that the unconscious exerts on the behavior of an individual is, thanks to modern psychology, finally being understood in broader ways. Repressed material, crowded out of the conscious thoughts of an individual because of its painful and unattainable content, remains, nevertheless, in the unconscious. Sooner or later, this material rears its ugly head, so to speak, and screams for release in one form or another. The essence of the unconscious represents the primitive impulses that have been inhibited and sublimated in the development of the child. In his articulate book Basic Principles of Psychoanalysis, A. A. Brill discusses this mechanism under the chapter heading "The Cathartic Method," and I quote:
... The child is originally a primitive being-it is like a little animal-and as it gradually gives up the gross animal impulses, it represses them; we say they are pushed into the unconscious. We usually try to make a child do what it would not do if left by itself. There are primitive impulses in every child which have to be curbed from the very beginning and which may form points of crystallization for future repressions. An occurrence in one's life at the age of fifty, for instance, may be traced back to some childhood repression; there is always some subtle and intimate connection in our present emotional experience with something that occurred in the past.
And so it was in Mike's development. Having an extremely weak relationship with his father and mother, both of whom worked in separate careers, Mike was left alone most of the time. As a result, he did not successfully sublimate the animal impulses which festered insidiously in his psyche.
Mike was somewhat of a hero to his little sister Susie. She had run after him playfully through most of her life, and had, on many occasions, secretly watched him as he indulged in sexual play with various pets. Susie, at puberty, began to develop a strong sense of the importance of the male phallus, and she grew more and more fascinated with the various shapes and sizes of the animal penis. Her internalizing processes concerning the male and the male sex organ were drastically abnormal. Yet, the full impact of this distortion was not to be felt until Susie was in her twenties.
When Susie had finished high school, she tried finding her place in life in a variety of ways, and had come close, once, to death. Gradually, she began to throw herself into mysticism, religions of one kind or another, exotic and ancient rituals of the Orient, and astrology. Somehow, through the distorted visions and concepts of sexuality and love, and of the male phallus, she was finally persuaded by her brother, Mike, to join him in creating a new and vital religion, one that would allow her complete and free expression of her innermost dreams. It was only later discovered that Mike's motivation was purely monetary, and that he used Susie's thwarted sense of love and divinity in order to satisfy his own greedy desires and ambitions. Through Susie, Mike had found his way to wealth by duping innocent souls into contributing money to his secret "Temple of Universal Love." And poor Susie was given the supreme position of "High Pythia," whose divine duty it was to utter the words of a god while being ravaged by him, as you shall observe in just a few pages.
But, let us not get ahead of the development of this case history. Some further insights into the psychological and mythological distortions which so easily grew in Susie's mind will be offered. But first, if is important here to listen as Mike continues his story of what happened that night when he and Susie were left to themselves, alone except for their pet dog, a big red Irish setter named Butch.
"Later that evening, Susie and I watched TV until I couldn't stay awake any longer. I said good-night, kissed her sweetly on the forehead, and went on to bed. Just as I was drifting off to a sex orgy on some lonely Pacific island, I heard Susie sneaking into my room. I pretended to be asleep. The next thing I felt was a crash on my bed, as Susie jumped practically on top of me, almost knocking the shit outa me, causing me to fart loudly. At that Susie giggled hysterically. This really made me angry.
" 'You little devil!' I screamed. 'You're going to get it good for that, young lady!' I grabbed her and started pulling her pajamas off her wriggling little body. She squealed and struggled, trying to get away from me, but I flipped her over on her stomach and, pinning her down on the bed, pulled her pajamas down, exposing the pink firm curves of her buttocks. I caressed them gently with one hand, while holding her down with the other. She was giggling hysterically, writhing but unable to get away from the position I had her pinned in. 'That's okay, you can laugh all you want to, little sister,' I hissed menacingly. Then I started whacking her across the ass with my hand, hard. After a few whacks, her hysterical giggles began to change into cries of pain. Then she began screaming for mercy as I continued spanking her little ass. The flesh of her cheeks began to get crimson and hot, and she sobbed pitifully, writhing and squirming in an effort to get away from the strong slap of my hand against her burning buns.
"Spanking her hard like that, making her cry and beg for mercy, got me so horny that I stopped spanking her. I leaned down over her, still pinning her to the bed, and said, 'Stop crying now, sis. I'm through spanking you, if you promise to be a good girl and do what brother says. Okay?' She nodded her head, signifying that she understood. I slowly released her from my grip and lay back down on the bed next to her.
"A moment later she was in my arms, kissing me around the neck and face, her hot tears streaming from her cheeks into my mouth. She cried, 'Mike, I love you so much. I don't like it when you get mad at me. Will you teach me to be a good girl so I'll learn how to make you happy?' she sniffled.
" 'Yes, sis, I'll teach you to be my wonderful little girl, and we'll do a lot of interesting things together,' I whispered into her ear.
"I pulled her close against me and let my hands drift around and down her back, squeezing the firm round buttocks of her ass in my big hands. My cock stiffened quickly, pressing up against Susie's stomach.
" 'Ooh, look at your sausage, look how big it's getting again,' she squealed. 'It's big and hard just like it was in the bathtub today. Mike, what was all that jelly that came out of your sausage when I was washing it in my mouth?' she asked.
" 'Oh, that was my love cream, telling you how much I loved you, and how good it felt for my sausage to be inside your mouth,' I answered. 'And you know how to use your mouth real good when you do it, too. I want you to remember how you did it in the tub, especially how you curled your tongue around my sausage. Okay?' I said. 'Let's see if you can remember how you did it.'
"I guided her head down to my stiff prick under the sheet. I felt her moist lips lock hungrily onto my cock, felt the suction of her mouth increase until I thought she was going to inhale my dick down her throat. Then she relaxed a bit, letting her lips slide tauntingly up and down on my shaft, curling her tongue around my cock as she sucked, sliding it around with each stroke as her mouth went up and down over my throbbing organ. I pulled her around so that we were in a sixty-nine position, and while I felt her hot wet mouth sucking the hell out of my dick, I looked at the lips of her moist, tight cunt lips right before my mouth. I couldn't resist any longer.
"Flexing my tongue and getting it as hard and stiff as I could, I flicked the tip of it back and forth across the lips of her cunt. Then I eased it teasingly inside, felt around the inner side of her lips, and flickered the tip of my tongue against the little pimple-like bulge which I knew was her clitoris. As I rubbed on her clit with the tip of my tongue, Susie made a little groaning noise, and sucked even harder on my dong. Stiffening my tongue again, I found the entrance to her vagina and, centering carefully, thrust the stiff point of my tongue into her canal as hard and fast as I could. She shook violently, trying to get away from the dagger that had plunged itself into her, but I held her tightly, the grip of my arms surrounding her ass, pulling her quivering body harder against my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into her virgin territory.
"I let one of my fingers ease into the crack of her ass, found her tight little anus, and began shoving my finger into it. She moaned and wriggled in little jerks, not knowing that she was being given her first real lesson in sex. Before the night was over, I'd have her cherry. I wanted to plunge my cock into my little sister's virgin cunt, make her scream with agonizing pleasure. She followed my cue and slipped one hand around my ass, eased a finger into position, then rammed it up my rectum as hard as she could. I nearly yelled with surprise. It would be only a matter of minutes before I shot my second load for the day deep into her throat.
"I wasn't sure if I wanted to unload in her mouth or in her cunt. But before I could make up my mind, Susie started trembling and shaking the whole bed In convulsive little spasms. My tongue was thrusting deeper and deeper into her vagina, and the muscles inside her pussy were squeezing my tongue in spastic little jerks. Her juices were really flowing now, and as she began jerking more and more violently, she also made gasping sounds and moans of tormenting pleasure. Then her legs stiffened and trembled violently, and I knew she was in the throes of her first gigantic orgasm. Juices from her virgin pussy ran out of her cunt lips, which were dancing in little jerks of uncontrolled pleasure. Her own mouth was still working over my big bulging hard on, and then, when she thrust her finger deeper into my rectum and squeezed my balls with her other hand, I couldn't contain myself any longer.
"With a long, loud groan, I buried my tongue as deep as I could into her vibrating cunt, sucking all her juices into my mouth, swallowing the sweet sticky liquids which oozed from her pink pussy lips. Then, my cock-head bulging like a fat balloon, I fired round after round of searing come into my little sister's mouth. My body was electrified with unbearable pleasure as little Susie sucked away on my ejaculating penis, swallowing the thick hot folds of semen that were propelled out of the bursting head of my cock, banging against the back of her throat, almost choking her as they flooded into her stomach. When it was finally over with, we lay exhausted. I wasn't sure then if I would have any energy left for busting her cherry. She still had her hymen stretched over the entrance of her vagina, this I knew, for it had prevented me from plunging my tongue all the way into her. With these thoughts I drifted off to sleep, little Susie still sucking gently on my limp and useless sausage.
"I must have slept for several hours. I woke up to soft strange sounds coming from somewhere next to my bed. I opened my eyes, and after they got adjusted to the light, I looked down and really got an eyeful of activity. Susie was lying on the rug next to the bed, and Butch, our big Irish setter, was licking and slurping away noisily, his nose buried deep into her pussy. He was really having a time. Apparently, so was Susie, for she was tense and tight, looking off into space with a fixed hypnotic stare. She was really suspended in bliss.
"Susie noticed me looking down at her, but it didn't seem to faze her one little bit. She was transfixed in a state of physical joy, and nothing else in the whole world mattered to her. Gently and slowly, I eased down on the floor beside her and softly put my lips to hers. Then I teased my tongue around the inside edge of her mouth, and she began to respond by flicking the end of her tongue against mine as it probed in and around her mouth. I let my tongue and mouth juices flow hotly into her mouth. She swallowed them down with little sighs of pleasure, little groans of ecstasy, and I began rubbing her little round breasts with my hands, squeezing them gently. All the while, Butch was lapping crazily into her cunt, his mouth-spit drooling warmly onto her crotch and oozing down into the crack between her thighs.
"Gently, I lifted her up onto the bed. She was still in a daze and made no resistance. She was ready for anything, and I felt now was the time to do whatever I wanted to do. I put some spit on the end of my throbbing cock, getting it all slick and slimy. Then, laying Susie on her back, I lifted both her legs up high over my shoulders and lowered my mouth hotly over the tight little pucker of her ass-hole. Running my tongue around the little rim, I got it all slicked up with my spit. Then I darted my tongue into her pulsating sphincter and felt her muscles squeeze around the tip of my tongue. Slowly, her little anus began to relax, and my tongue slipped easily into her damp ass-hole.
"Her ass-hole was very loose and relaxed now, and I got a delicious idea. Even thinking about it makes me so horny I don't think I can live happily without trying it again sometime. I decided to fuck my sister in the ass, if I could just get it into her. My head was pretty big, to say nothing of the shaft of my cock. I had second thoughts about it, fearing I might hurt her. But I decided to try it anyway, vowing to stop if she cried out in pain.
"I lay down on the bed on my back and lifted Susie up and over my hips until the rim of her juicy ass-hole was centered directly over the head of my cock. Then I began to let her down very slowly, Very slowly until I could feel the muscles around her ass stretch, getting ready to swallow the head of my hammer. Suddenly, Susie winced with a little stab of pain, but the worst was over as my bulging head slid easily inside her ass-hole. It amazes me how much an ass can stretch when you go about it in the right way. The main thing to keep in mind is to go as slowly as you can, and make sure you have plenty of lubrication. These two simple but all-important rules never fail in allowing the biggest cock to enter the tightest ass.
"When my shaft had plunged up into Susie's hot and tightly stretched rectum, she lay back down on top of my stomach, facing the ceiling with her fixed stare. I reached out my hands and rubbed and caressed her all over her body, her breasts, her face. I let her suck on the thumb of one hand, while with the other I began probing a finger into her slimy, sticky virgin cunt. I felt the tight hymen, her cherry, stop the journey of my finger. I jabbed against it, gently at first, then harder and harder, but to no avail. Susie was writhing on top of me, and I knew I needed to get through her cherry if she was to know the glory of her entire sexuality.
"Without warning, Butch suddenly jumped up on the bed and started lapping deeply into Susie's crotch, lapping up the young virginal juices that were flowing from her opening. My hand was slimy with her juices, and my stiffened cock was bulging inside her ass-hole. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off shooting my wad into her ass, but it wouldn't be long now. Then, as if by instinct, Butch straddled Susie's arching body, and, guessing what he had in mind, I reached down and grabbed his big Irish cock in my hand. It was protruding six inches outside its furry sheath, and no telling how much more of it was hidden inside its holster. I carefully guided Butch's big projectile into position, and let it slip into Susie's wet, dripping pussy. As soon as he realized that he was inside her quivering lips, he made a sudden quick lurch forward, shoving his dog cock hard and deep into Susie's vagina. She screamed bloody murder, her eyes glaring wildly, as Butch hunched again and again, thrusting his sex-spear in and out of her crotch. I felt a warm gushing flood over my balls, and then I realized that Butch had broken through Susie's cherry.
"I confirmed this by running my finger under Susie's ass, then bringing it up close to my face. It was red. I knew for sure that Susie had just lost her virginity. With a dog, of all things. Susie, breathing heavily and writhing on top of me, was getting ready for her second wave of ecstasy. I could tell by observing Butch that he was nearing his ejaculation, for his stare became blank and confused, his body arched and stiffened like a dragon's, and with little yelps he hunched in and out of Susie's foaming cunt like a maniac.
"Then I began to feel the surging fluids in my cock begin to scream for the head of my prick, and I punched and jabbed my big cock deeper and deeper into my sister's rectum. The friction of this activity inside her ass made my cock red-hot, and she wriggled on it like a speared rabbit. Her legs flailed and kicked wildly at the ceiling as Butch kept hunching faster and faster like a demon, hammering his huge slick rod ever deeper into Susie's pussy. Then, we all began shooting our loads at the same time. Susie arched her back and screamed, and I had to hold her arms down so she wouldn't accidentally hit Butch in the face. Butch was fucking her virgin pussy for all it was worth, and my own dick was spewing thick loads of hot come up her ass. Susie screamed again, and then Butch fell forward on top of her, quivering like a fucked chicken as he exploded his hot dog-jams deep into her burning innards. Susie was gasping, trying to scream, trying to express the tremendous agonizing rapture she was feeling, as she gave her body completely to her two captors!
"As Butch and I came to the end of our incredible ejaculations, and had fired the last of our boiling creams into Susie, the three of us came to a gradual rest, and finally collapsed in a furry, moist heap upon the bed."
It is now believed and understood by many modern psychologists that Carl Gustav Jung was able to unify man's relationship to his universe more than any other psychologist. In his all-important book, Man and His Symbols, Jung summarizes the basic meaning of his writing and thinking, and offers to the general reader some startling insights into the nature of man's mind. Jung was fascinated by the dreams which all men have, but he was more than fascinated when he realized that many different men, from all parts of the world, from all kinds of cultures and backgrounds, frequently dreamed the same kinds of dreams.
Jung leaped upon this knowledge, realizing that it pointed the way to probe deeper and deeper into the bottomless well of man's psyche. He realized that man could achieve wholeness only through a knowledge and acceptance of his unconscious-a knowledge that could be acquired through man's dreams and man's symbols. We can apply, to a great extent, the concepts of Jung in understanding the forces which brought Mike and Susie to their bizarre situation.
Just as the human body represents a whole museum of organs, each with a long evolutionary history behind it, the mind also represents the biological, prehistoric, and unconscious development of the psyche in archaic man, whose functioning was, for many years, still close to that of the animal. This very old collection of primordial material is still present in man today, and, regardless of the veneers of our culture, man is still basically an animal. It is out of this deep stratum of content that various symbols leap into our consciousness, making us appear quite foolish, even when we think we are behaving in a "civilized" way.
The symbols and images which arise in man's art, culture, mythology, religion, and dreams are nothing more than the representations of the archaic contents buried deep in man's mind, hidden in his unconscious. Hidden though they may be, these ancient contents nevertheless continue to control our reactions, our emotions, our intellect, even when we do not realize that we are being so controlled.
Jung tells us that "man's unconscious archetypal images are as instinctive as the ability of geese to migrate in formation; as ants' forming organized societies; as bees' tail-wagging dance that communicates to the hive the exact location of a food source." It is little wonder that man's intellect is unable to comprehend the primordial fantasies which surprise or disturb him from time to time. They are an instinctive trend, as marked as the impulse of birds to build nests, or ants to form organized colonies.
I shall mention a few examples showing how our ancient history governs our feelings and attitudes. In Great Britain, little children believe that it is lucky to see a white horse, which is a well-known symbol of life. Among the Celts, there was a belief in Epona, goddess of creativity who was often personified as a white mare. In ancient Greece, the myth of Circe taught that she turned men into swine, and, for centuries, man has personified lust and bestiality in the form of a pig. The doe or fawn has long been an image of shy femininity, appearing in this guise in paintings, poetry, and sculpture throughout man's history.
Man has a deep subconscious desire to relate more closely with nature, with his cousins the animals. Mythology and religion are rich with allusions of man's spiritual, physical, emotional, and sexual ties with the animal world. There is no denying that all of us, from time to time, experience feelings of love, attraction, tenderness, affection, and even lust for animals, in the same way that we regard animals, at other times, with revulsion, fear, disgust, and hate. We do indeed react emotionally towards animals. And, not surprisingly, they react emotionally towards us.
Getting back to Mike and Susie.
Mike is undergoing therapy. There is reason to believe that Mike will someday be able to reenter his society and lead a normal life. Because of lack of family ties, and scarcity of good parental relations and guidance, Mike had been left alone to develop a strong sense of self-importance. To put it mildly, he had grown into a neurotic and extremely egocentric personality, and was unable to relate easily and normally with anyone, even his little sister. We tan find quick evidence of his inability to project in a healthy manner when we recall his
"raping" the young homosexual in the shower room of the high-school gym.
Mike was extremely drawn, compulsively, to bestial behavior and sexual contact with various pets throughout his life. No doubt this urge to release himself in this manner was partly a result of his not having learned inhibitory mechanisms through association with his parents, friends, peer groups, etc. At a critical moment, almost as if by chance, Mike's mother must leave the two children at home for a week by themselves. Mike is flattered by his own good looks, falsely supporting his image of himself. Then he is further flattered and led into seductive behavior when his younger sister, Susie, intrudes upon his narcissistic and erotic bath.
Enter little Susie, providing Mike with the opportunity he so deeply and unconsciously yearned for. Here was his chance to bring his childhood fantasies alive, to make dream into reality. Thus it was that he so "innocently," without guilt, led his little sister into a sexual episode which was to taint her impressions of love and sexuality for the rest of her life.
Susie is now in a mental ward of a hospital, and making progress under careful and sympathetic treatment. She was guided by her brother into a world of religious and mystical fantasy which involved bestial activity of a rather dangerous kind. Susie had always looked up to her older brother when she was but a baby. They had always gotten along well together, for there had been no rivalry between them. She had always tagged along after her brother, sometimes making him irritated, but never to any great extent. Often, while she hid behind a door or under a bush, she had been able to watch him "play" with his pets, fondling their genitals, loving them.
No doubt, these early observations had a great impact on Susie's development. At puberty, she developed a crush for her older brother, as many little sisters often do. This crush, as we shall see, took a bizarre twist, and plunged her into a neurotic dependency on Mike after they had their first sexual contact. We saw how Susie, young and innocent, hungry for attention and love, was easily led into sexual activity with the dog, Butch.
After this initial episode, Susie became more and more withdrawn, trying to loose her conflicting emotions of guilt and sin, love and amorality, by throwing herself headlong into mysticism, exotic cults, astrology, and the like. And her brother, Mike, himself having grown strangely and incestuously attached to Susie, continued to "guide" his sister towards the brink of madness, although from his view he was "helping" her, Mike, who grew more handsome with every passing year, continued to remain a kind of hero for Susie. After she graduated from high school, Susie, as has already been indicated, tried to find herself, tried to find meaning for herself in life, by getting involved in mysticism, occult practices, etc. It was therefore quite easy for Mike to persuade her to join him in establishing "a new religion" on the West Coast, "a religion of love."
They found an abandoned church, redecorated it, modified the interior, and called it "The Temple of Universal Love." Mike appointed himself the High Priest, or Oracle. Susie was anointed the Holy Pythia, the one who "united with god, received his message," and "spoke his word from her mouth." They so frightened their first congregation, however, that the "temple" was raided during one of the unions between Susie and "god." It is not difficult to understand how Susie could cope with this highly charged drama of emotion and sexuality, for she had already had exposure into the world of bestiality when she was much younger.
The following pages tell the story of "the wedding between Susie and god." We can perhaps feel the urgency of the moment, and understand with compassion the psychotic need in Susie for love. Let us read this stirring document, told in her own words.
"Dressed in the holy wedding robes of The Temple of Universal Love, I signaled to Mike, the High Priest and Oracle, that I was ready to become god's bride. The lights in the church dimmed as mystical tones rose softly and strangely from behind the golden altar. I slipped through the long velvet curtains and stood still for a moment, quietly looking out over the .hushed audience. A fragrance of exotic incense filled the hall, and everyone was deadly silent. Trembling with anticipation and eerie excitement, I waited to give myself to god.
"At the low vibrant sound of a gong, I slowly, regally, descended the steep steps which rose majestically behind the altar of universal love, descended to the altar-bed upon which I was to give myself to god. Mike removed the robes from my body and helped me onto the altar. As I lay face up on the golden slab, Mike began his chanting prayer. Then I began to feel the effects of the potion I had drunk a few moments before. My head reeled and spun, my heart pounded faster, and the aroma of incense burned deep into my lungs. As I began to drift into a state of semi-consciousness, I dreamed that I was dying, searching for god, waiting for his love to enter my being. The lights of the temple dimmed even more, and I felt as though I were flying in a void, floating through the vastness of god's spirit. I longed for his love, I craved to feel the force of his love enter me.
"Engulfed now in nearly total darkness, except for the golden light of the altar, I lay naked and helpless on the altarpiece. I vaguely remember Mike leading a shaggy animal from the shadows surrounding me. Then my mind lurched as I saw him bring a frighteningly large he-goat towards the slab upon which I was lying. My heart pounded and my mind burned with the sudden realization of what was about to happen. Weakly, I tried to lift my head, to raise myself from the altar of love, to escape, but I could not even lift my limbs. I was almost totally paralyzed, yet I could feel and hear everything. Every fiber in my body shrieked and screamed as the awesome figure of god approached the altar.
"Mike guided the enormous he-goat to the front of the altar. Now, in the golden candlelight of the temple, I saw the unusually large horns on god's head. I saw the wild and sensual glare in god's eyes as he mounted the altar and stood over me, breathing his hot moist breath into my face, pawing my breasts with his hooves. I must have passed out for a moment.
"I heard another loud crash of the gong, then somehow everything began to happen. I was suffocating under the great shaggy hair of god's hulking body, and I could feel his presence trembling above my breasts and stomach and thighs. I wanted release, I hungered for god's love with a sudden rush of passion rippling through my body. I wanted my spirit to accept his power willingly, and my fear began to leave me. My soul cried for the power and glory and fullness of god's love.
"All at once, my prayers were answered. God fell to me sensually, forcing his great love into me. I began to feel alive, vibrantly alive with indescribable delight, but so violent, so terrible---
YES, IT WAS GOD! IT WAS HE WHO FILLED ME! There was no doubt! Even though I was delirious and mad with the wildness of his spirit, I was certain it was he who filled me. I felt it deep within my being, as he kept filling me utterly with himself, with his rapture, with the incredible POWER of his love. The universe was exploding, and I was exploding with it.
"I could feel his enormous love swelling inside me, stretching my being to the very limits of comprehension. He was with me and in me completely, engulfing me totally, plunging his divine, fearsome greatness into the depths of my bosom, shattering my senses, tearing my mortal flesh, fusing my existence with his immense and rapturous essence.
"Opening my eyes, I saw through my tears the terrible face of god: the curl of the enormous horns jutting from his forehead; the flaring, steaming nostrils which forced his heavy breath into my lungs; the wide, glaring red eyes which burned into me with passion. I understood the smile of god, as he flooded my face with the divine drool of his awesome mouth. As I consumed god's goodness, so was I consumed by it.
"I screamed in ecstasy from the force of god's love as he ravaged my soul and body upon the golden altar of his temple, inspiring me with the staff of his love I knew that I was completely possessed by god. My sensations of pain and joy and pleasure grew and mounted to fever pitch, then became more and more violent, overpowering.
"God's love was breaking all bounds, breaking me, and his force began to hurt me immeasurably. Had god become demented? Had he become the devil? Did he wish to destroy me with his love? No! It could not be! He would not hurt me so cruelly. And yet. ... I heard screams. ... Were they mine? I do not know. I only know that I was stretched and bursting with his love! Did he not realize? I was insane with the pain of his love, and I wondered how much more of his love could enter me, as I writhed and shrieked incoherently on his altar. 'God, God!' I screamed, as I looked up into his bearded face, into his glaring wild eyes. I saw again the huge horns jutting from his huge head. I breathed the wild exotic aromas which exuded hotly from his nostrils.
"I lost my mind over god's enormous love, and began to hiss and shriek insanely, loudly. Strange words and sounds began to issue forth from my throat and mouth, and sometimes I heard someone scream loudly. The strange, incoherent words and unearthly sounds continued bubbling from my mouth. It was not I who was speaking. It was he! God's words issued from my lips! His message hissed and shrieked from my gaping, foaming mouth. I was no longer myself, no longer mortal. I was nothing, yet I was everything. I was empty of everything except god."
Both Susie and Mike are being treated for their psychoses, and may return someday to a normal way of life in this society. Amazing techniques are being discovered every day which help the sick and lame of mind to cope with reality. However, we must not be too hasty in judging or condemning those among us who behave in strange ways. For it is out of man's dreams that man's genius awakens, and we begin to see that there may be some relation between madness and art.