Chapter 2
Bringing It All Back Home
"The first time Daddy and I had a party with his piggy-that's what he calls his cock, I thought I was just going to die. Not from mortification though-from sheer delight. I'd never had a piggy in my poke before, but I was sure that I wanted it there again soon. But actually, Daddy never did put it in my cunny much after that-not once we'd discovered how much I liked having piggy go up my back hole. Wow- was I ever surprised to find out that I could get more pleasure from him doing it to my rear, and so was he for that matter. So for sheer fun, it's been up the ass for us ever since .... Well, until all this trouble has come about.
"Maybe I should explain from the beginning. Daddy's a widower. Mom died clear back when she was giving birth to my little sister. I was only two at the time, so I don't remember anything about her, except for what people tell me of course. So Daddy's been both a mother and a father to me and Judy, and he's done a real bangup job as far as we're concerned-no matter what Aunt Eva says.
"Oh, he didn't spoil us ... even though he was our pal. He spanked us when we misbehaved, and gave us as much love as anyone could. But I guess both Judy and I were able to sense this extra duty he did for us at a very early age, 'cause we both respected all the things he did for us and tried not to give him any trouble that wasn't necessary.
"I guess in this day and age it's pretty unusual for two girls to love and respect their dad the way we do, what with all the demonstrators and all. But we really are close to our father ... probably closer than most kids. According to the people at the county clinic we've been forced to go to, we were too close.
"It all started-the thing that got us in so much trouble that is-about three years ago ... well more like two and a half. That was just after the time my Uncle Harry and Aunt Eva moved out to Colorado. He's an aircraft mechanic, and he'd been laid off back here, and the only job he could find was out in Denver ... or at least the best job .... Oh, all that confuses me. Anyway, my aunt - she's Daddy's younger sister - had taken care of me and Judy all these years, helping Daddy out in a pinch. They lived right next door, so she helped him with the laundry, looked out for us after school until he got home, babysat, and all the other things that Mom might've done had she been around.
"But when we started reaching maturity, she took it upon herself to start teaching us about the birds and the bees. I never paid much attention to her, since I'd already heard about it from other girls at school, but she left quite an impression on my little sister, as she told her when she was only about ten or so. She really came on in a bad way with her, stressing purity, virginity ... all that crap. Real old-fashioned, but these little discussions were the only place where it came out. Evidently, she scared my little sister with some of the things she laid on her, 'cause Judy told Daddy about it. I don't know exactly what happened, but I know that it made Daddy angry because he told my aunt to leave the matters of the birds and the bees up to him after that. Other than that, we got along fine with my aunt, and that was the last we heard about the birds and the bees for the time. In fact, Daddy waited quite a while before bringing it up again, clear up until after the time Uncle Harry and Aunt Eva moved out west, just before my fifteenth birthday.
"And when we came around to it again, he didn't exactly present it as a lecture. It was more like a demonstration.... That's why we got into so much trouble.
"Only I didn't look at it as being trouble at the time. To me it was just so much more good clean fun. See, it happened this way.
"One night, let's see, where was Judy? Oh, she was away at one of her girl friend's houses spending the night. In fact, it must've been one of the first times Daddy's let her do that. There was this big storm going on outside, an electrical storm ... real bad one. Well lightning hit not too far from the house and woke me up instantly. I was really frightened because I started yelling my head off. I screamed so loud that I woke Daddy up. He came running into my room with just his shorts on-he's never slept in pajamas, so I got a good look at his hairy body. And it's a good body for an old man, you'd better believe it.
"Anyway, he came over to the bed and threw his arms around me, comforting away the tears.
So that nobody thinks I'm a big sissy or something, I'd better say that I don't usually get that scared by storms. I think I was having a bad dream at the time though, and the stroke of lightning must've hit about the time a particularly scary part of the nightmare was going on or something. Anyway, Daddy had soon made things better.
"We started talking, groggily at first since we'd both just woken up, but it got into some pretty heavy dialogue. Like you know how you're liable to say what's going on in your subconscious at a time like that? Well, that's what happened, and for some reason I was asking him why he'd never remarried, and why he very rarely even dated. "Well, the question surprised me as much as it did him, 'cause it wasn't a question I'd really voiced before, just a vague thought that sort of bothered me. Well, Daddy got a little embarrassed and started stammering for a second, since it'd obviously taken him by surprise, but when he finally regained his composure, he told me about how he'd thought of us in the bargain. He said that he'd heard so much about stepparents causing children grief that he'd done it to protect us. Looking back, knowing what I do now, I suppose it was a come-on on his part, but I still love him, no matter what's happened.
"Anyhow, he just melted my heart as he told me of the sacrifices he'd gone through for the sake of Judy and me, and I started crying again.
"Well, he hates to see anyone cry, and he pulls me even closer to his hot, hairy chest and tries to smother my sobs. It was then that I reached up and planted a kiss on his lips, a more soulful kiss than I'd ever given him. I just felt so close to him, so sorry for the deprivation he'd put himself through, that I wanted to hold him and love him .... The things that were going through my mind were confusing at that moment, but I'd never felt more affection for him than at that very moment.
"Now I've tried to explain to the authorities what went down next, to show them that I was the one to blame ... if there's such a thing ... if there's something wrong with showing someone how much you love them like that. But they said that it wouldn't matter, that Daddy should've stopped anything that could have happened .... All because he's an adult and I'm a minor. Kids never get credit for anything. What makes it even worse is that I was a virgin at the time ... they never believe me when I tell them that. They say that an innocent girl, not even fifteen and a virgin to boot, is just not capable of putting sexual advances on a grown man, especially not her father.
"But I know the truth, so screw them. And I did make all the advances. No, I didn't have that much experience, but I'd had enough-I'd learned quite a bit from Emory Wump in the backseat of his Ford that summer at the drive-in. I'd never gone all the way, but I knew how to make a man hot, how to make him want me.
"Not that I really had in mind going all the way with Daddy when I reached up and kissed him. I just wanted to show him how much I loved him. We both just got sort of caught up in the moment and the next thing I knew, I was pawing at him and telling him how much I loved him. He didn't really catch on that I was getting worked up, but I really was-he's really quite a man, and I was feeling really great feelings towards him about this time.
"Well, my kisses were getting obvious-were giving my game away ... not a game really, since it wasn't planned, like I said. Just got taken by the whole environment. But Daddy tried to calm me down about then, telling me that it wasn't really the thing we should be doing. Of course, it all sounded like a bunch of hooey to me. Like what could be wrong with a girl showing her father just how much she loved him?
"He sort of pushed me away and tried to talk to me, but in doing so, his shorts popped open, exposing to my view just how much effect my attack had had on him-he had a boner a mile long! When he saw that I'd noticed, he got real embarrassed and tried to stuff it in his pants, but I was quicker than him. I don't know what had come over me, but I'd reached down and taken a good hold around that fat dick of his.
"Everything after that is still kind of a muddle in my mind. I remember Daddy trying to stop me, telling me to be reasonable, but as I pumped on his bone, gazing into his eyes with a steady, fixed look of determination, I melted away whatever semblance of reason he had left in him. My own voice was drowning his out... as if it came from somewhere else, amazing me with its maturity as it mouthed things I'd barely even thought about before. I understand now how the subconscious drives can do that from my talks with my psychologist, but then it seemed like I'd gone off into another dimension or something. But never once did I feel it was wrong. To the contrary, I was feeling higher, more ecstatic than I'd ever felt before.
"Finally Daddy gave up his protests, and moved hard against me, his briar-thatched chest smothering my breasts. His thick fingers were tugging hard at the waist of my pajama bottoms, ripping them as he tugged them down. I remember feeling just an instant of fear when I realized that he was taking command of the situation, would call my bluff or whatever it was and cover the areas that I knew nothing of.
"As strange as it may seem, he hadn't had an- other woman since Mom had died, but he later confessed to me that he'd often beaten his meat to keep himself from going- loony. The old 'use it or lose it' factor.
"Anyway he hadn't forgotten the fundamentals. By this time I couldn't have changed his mind if I wanted to. But I'd asked for it... now I was getting it. Not that I was offering any resistance-I was shouting for him to love me, to take me all the way.
"He was a lot rougher than Emory had been, but I chalked that fact up to his long layoff.
Besides, I kind of liked the rough treatment .... They say you have to dig pain just a little to be able to take it in the ass the way I do.
"I guess that once he'd finally gotten worked up, there was no stopping him. He didn't waste any time with preliminaries, just started shoving his dick hard against the tiny opening of my vagina until he finally pushed it in- ooooooooeeeeeee, I'd never felt such pain! I screamed, and he looked me in the eyes ... almost a pathetic look, like he hadn't realized what was happening until then. That's the one thing I remember about that time, what with all the other thoughts being so confusing at the time. That look in his eye, though, really stands out, He, like I realized just for an instant that he'd broken my hymen, his own daughter's. A brief flash of terror crossed his face then, but passed. I should have realized myself that something was inherently wrong from that look, but I just didn't pick up on it that way then. I just thought he was reacting to my screams.
"But as soon as that painfully horrible moment had passed, he resumed, using a gentler, slower probing this time, that gradually washed away the sharp pain inside me and gave way to the most pleasurable sensations I had yet known. It wasn't long before I was responding to his fucking, hunkering my ass up and pivoting it to match the rocking of his hips. I just wrapped my little old legs up around his broad back and snouted encouragement, the pleasures really mounting in me.
"We both came pretty fast-me being a first-timer, and him having such a long layoff. We just laid there in the dark for the longest time, our perspiration soaking the sheets, the rain beating down on the roof. He started to say something as he came back to his senses, his face a mask of guilt, but I just pressed his head against my budding titties and told him it was all right-that I'd wanted him to do that.
"He didn't even talk to me the next day, must've been feeling really guilty about it. It wasn't until the day after that that he tried to sit me down and explain away what had happened. But I wasn't going for it. I ended up seducing him again, and I didn't let him up until I was sure we'd be making it a regular thing. I must've really made him a believer that time, 'cause I never heard another complaint from him for all the rest of the time.
"So you can't really blame him. I'm the one who was really promoting all the action. It was even me who suggested that we initiate Judy into the activity-the only thing I've come to regret. Stupid girl-she already was into balling, being a lot more liberal with her body than even me. She really was easy to convince ... easy to get her into our parties. But she really blew it for us.
"Seems that she gave some guy at school the clap, and he turned her in to the doctor ... he'd had to, what with the hard time the authorities gave him. She'd picked it up from some other guy she'd been balling and hadn't even been aware of it. Sure enough, Daddy was bending pipes in the bathroom the next morning, as he'd come down with a dose too. But it was too late. Confused, not knowing where she'd picked it up, unaware of the dire consequences for our whole family, she blurted out the entire story, about Daddy and me and everything, to the school nurse. That's why they've got Daddy in the institution, and us in a foster home. The stupid shrinks drive me absolutely crazy with all their questions. But the worst thing is being without Daddy ... I miss him to pieces-I'm sure much more than stupid Judy does. After all, I was faithful to him, he's the only one I'd ever slept with, unlike some other people we know."
The tragedy of incest seems to be more a societal problem than an individual one, at least if we are to judge from the case of seventeen-year-old Jo Anne, and thousands like her across the country. That is to say, these individuals might never report the cases except by accidental disclosure, the surprise visit of some other relative, etc. For the fact is, many individuals who engage in incestuous activities would have continued to do so had it not been for intervention. By the same token, it is impossible to estimate just how many cases go unreported, due simply to the fact that no one involved in the actual incest is complaining. It's always society, that horrible outsider, that keeps coming in and busting up everyone's fun times.
Lest we dismiss the problem with a shrug of the shoulders, however, it must be said that many tragedies are brought about by incest. Caprio and Brenner cite numerous cases of suicide brought about by incestuous relationships that were undesirable to one of the participants.
The term derives from the Latin incestum and refers to the girdle of Venus. In marriage the girdle was loosened by the husband as a symbol of felicity. For any male in the family other than the father to loosen the girdle constituted a violation of the cestus, or incest.
It is interesting to note that father-daughter incest is the most common violation of this universal code. However, unlike the girl in this case history, the taboo is usually broken by the father, that is to say that the male is normally the aggressor. But as we shall see in our study, Jo Anne is an unusual girl. Wanting to take the place of a mother she'd never known, she aggressively asserted her wants, before lying back passively to reap the rewards. Fortunately, she is discovering things she should have been taught long ago about societal laws. In a way, her actions sprang from innocence-no one told her, after all, what she was doing was so terrible. Her father should have done so, but he was completely captivated by her drive, and by the time everyone realized what a jam they were in, it was too late.
Aside from that, the family falls into the two other primary factors conducive to an incestuous relationship: poverty and sexual deviation. Jo Anne's father was barely able to provide for his family with his pay as a janitor, but at least they fared better than most incestuous families. In cases where large families exist in crowded conditions, such as is the case with many ghetto-dwellers, the incidence of incest seems to rise dramatically.
Since the family members are already breaking one of the strongest mores of Western culture by committing incest, it is of little surprise that sexual deviations are often indulged in. Sadomasochism, homosexuality, fellatio and cunnilingus are among the commoner. In the case of Jo Anne and her father, analism was the aberration. It is also interesting to note that the highest incidence of anal intercourse for the purposes of avoiding conception occurs among the poorer people of our culture, the reason that Jo Anne and her father give for being their initial foray into the practice. But it was due to the fact that Jo Anne received tremendous sexual satisfaction from the activity that it was continued, until normal coitus was practically precluded from the incestual pattern established by father and daughter. Jo Anne resumes her tale, emphasizing the importance analism came to play in her unusual relationship with her father.
"It happened by accident really. We'd never planned to get into anything like it, but it just happened. I was about halfway between my periods and was very hot-by that I mean the chances of pregnancy were high at that time.
And Daddy came and approached me about sex that night. Well, as you can see, by this time he'd come around to my way of thinking. If he had any doubts about wanting to continue our relationship before, they'd sure disappeared by now. I'm afraid he'd gotten too used to getting it regularly by now to let his conscience get in his way.
"So when he came to me that time, in search of a quickie, I had to tell him the situation. He looked sort of disappointed-guess he'd forgotten all about the possibilities of pregnancy. I told him that I'd think of something, telling him to sit down beside me on the couch. He told me I'd better be quick, since my little sister would be home from the library in an hour or so. Actually, we later found out about her number too. All the time she's sneaking off to be with boys, telling us she's going to the library. Do you know that she lost her cherry when she was only twelve? Think of that! I was almost fifteen, nearly an old maid, by the time Daddy took mine. That just goes to show you what the younger generation is coming to I suppose. Crazy kids!
"Actually, if Daddy and I had have known sooner about Judy, we would've had her stay home and party with us. But as it was, we had no idea a girl that young would have any idea about sex, and we'd held back because of that factor. She never said a thing about her sex life to me, and of course I never breathed a word about Daddy and me. Now, with all that happened, I wish we'd never ever let her play with us.
"Oh well, that's the sex biz. Anyhow, here I was sitting on the couch and running my fingers through Daddy's thinning hair-I always kidded him about the fact that he had more hair on his chest than on his head and that he should have a transplant. I'd never done anything but the good old regular way with Daddy, although we had tried it in a number of different positions by this time. But what I mean is that it was never anything other than cock-to-pussy screwing.
"So I just run my hands all over him, getting him all worked up, but I'm not sure what I can do about getting him off. I ask him if he's sure he doesn't have a rubber or something, and he tells me he's sure. Then I remember about hearing about blow jobs, so I start unfastening his pants. Pretty soon that hairy monster of his is staring one-eyed in my face, my hand pumping it up.
"Slowly, with a big lump in my throat, I start down on it, but as I get closer that cock just gets bigger and bigger, and I don't know how I'll ever get it in my mouth. God, I'd choke to death! I start to kiss it, and feel my Daddy moving around in response ... must've really surprised him. It felt much softer than I'd expected, but then I was touching the spongy head. I kept working my hand up and down the shaft as I kissed and blew on the head, afraid to take it in my mouth. I shut my eyes hard, hoping that this would help, and spread my lips wide to shove some of it in my mouth, but to no avail. I was building this all up in my mind, I know that now, but there was just no way I'd be able to do it now. Not that I thought it was dirty- honest. The only reason was because I was afraid of the size, afraid that I'd suffocate.
"Finally, after several false starts, I gave up, sitting up in desperation. As I looked at the flushed face of my father, he began swimming crazily through the tears that were welling up in my eyes.
" 'Daddy, I j-just can't,' I sobbed, flinging myself back down in his lap, only this time as a little girl who couldn't control the world around her, not as a mistress going after his sex. That's when Daddy really shines. He pulled me right out of the doldrums, patting my head reassuringly, his cock shrinking as he assumed the fatherly role.
" 'Nobody asked you to, sweets. It was all your idea.' Which was true. Only I just wished there was some way I could take care of his needs without risking pregnancy.
" 'It just looks so big,' I continued. 'Maybe you could show me...."
" 'Some time I will, sweets. But not now- I've got a better idea.' "Leaving me in suspense about his last statement, he eased me off his lap, got up and went upstairs, telling me that he'd be right back. My tears had dried up by now, and even turned to a brief moment of laughter when I noticed how funny Daddy looked as he walked across the room to the stairs, his fly undone and his half-hard cock flopping in front of him.
"He was back in a flash, having stripped off his pants and shorts. As he walked, I could see that he was smearing something all over his cock, which had gotten even littler since the last time I'd seen it. But from the look in Daddy's eyes when he came over to me, I knew that it wouldn't be in that puny condition long.
"I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he was applying vaseline to his cock. I said that it was obvious that he was applying it to his cock. He said 'Oh.' "Telling me not to be such a smartass, he instructed me to remove my clothing, which I did, while Daddy took off his shirt and socks. Now that both of us were nude, I just stood there and waited for him to tell me what was up-I actually had no idea what was coming.
"Coming over and placing a calming hand on my waist, Daddy told me that he'd just remembered a way that he and Mom used to do it when there was no other way to prevent pregnancy. He told me that it might hurt a little at first, but that it should get better. He further told me that if the pain got to be too much, just to yell out and that he would stop. He said that it was a perfectly normal way, but that some people are ultrasensitive in the region we'd be centering on, and that the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt me. He said that if I was one of the lucky ones, as he put it, that I might experience even greater pleasure than I had from regular intercourse. He promised me that it would be just this once, that he'd be sure to buy a pack of rubbers to keep around when I was dangerous. Then he told me to bend over the end of the couch. He was going to shove his big cock up my ass!
"When he told me, I got a little frightened - after all, my asshole was smaller than my mouth. But I did so want to please him, so I complied, noticing that his cock had grown stiff, probably from thinking what he'd be doing to me while he was talking. That and the fact that he'd been mentally raping my nude body with his eyes.
"With a little apprehension, I went over to the end of the couch and did as he'd told me, positioning my legs fairly wide apart and bending over the arm at the waist, balancing my weight by extending my arms down to rest on the cushions of the couch. As I felt him move behind me, his voice talking to me in a gentle, reassuring manner, I tried to fight back the fears. After all, he said just to call out if it hurt too much .... He'd stop, I know he would. Daddy wasn't the type of man who'd hurt someone against their will. Besides, I could take it, even if it was painful-I wanted him to be able to get some pleasure. It was my fault that I was at such a bad time of the month anyway.
"But just as I'd talked myself into thinking it wouldn't be any big deal, Daddy's cockhead is pressed hard against the ring of my anus, he shoves hard ... twice, three times and he's in and yeeeeeoooooowvnowtvw! I hadn't expected it to be like that-it felt like fire. I bucked up in response to the pain, biting my lip to keep from crying out. I wanted to see if it'd get better, the way Daddy'd said, before chickening out.
"And he was right-my tissues gave way under his attack, and soon they had been covered with a nice film of the vaseline ... or whatever it is that happens back there. Anyway, the burning pain passed away quickly, but there still wasn't a whole bunch of pleasure in this for me ... still some kind of pain.
"This was a dull, throbbing pain that spread throughout my tummy. Each time he pushed that cock of his in and out, it felt as though I was being bruised internally, pushed out of shape by the intrusion. And yet there was almost something desirable about this ache, enough that I was now beginning to push back towards Daddy on his inward strokes, letting him slam the full length of his pecker into my burning hole.
"The strange wave of pleasure-pain kept growing until any thoughts that I'd had of calling a halt to the proceedings fled. I moaned a long, deep sigh, and Daddy, supersensitive to my reactions, slowed the pace, thinking he might be hurting me.
" 'S'matter, sweets, too much for you?' How kind of him to ask.
" 'No, don't stop,' I murmured between moans. 'Give it to me hard, it's better than anything. More, more. Please, Daddy, give it to me good.' "It got the point across. He resumed the buggering of my maiden ass with a flurry of passion, slamming the meat to me at a doubled tempo. And I was only too glad to receive his offerings.
"My mind began drifting as the searing heat cut off all my normal nerve circuits, short-circuiting the whole business. I began flashing past brief instances of my early childhood-no particular ones, just a collage of meaning that hadn't been evident before. As though everything I'd ever done had led to this moment.
"I was truly swept away into the security of early childhood, back to the time when all the stop signs were yellow and black, and a trip around the block was a year's voyage. Daddy's constant rocking motion was filling me with both desire and wisdom .... Not that I was interpreting it as that at the time ... but somehow it opened a whole new world to me, a new dimension that didn't depend upon simple words, or pictures, but was a blending of all the senses that gave me the most overwhelming feelings I'd ever had-ten times better than regular old balling had ever been.
"I wasn't even aware of when Daddy came... or even the start of mine. Just that somewhere in there, while I was tripping out behind this strong sex, I lost the ability to feel individual stimulus. The feel of his cock, his hands on my sides, the hot breath on the back of my neck ... all became one tremendous feeling, swept up by my own body's interpretation of the event. Hot waves came pounding in and washed me away with them, taking me farther and farther and farther away from the shore .... "When I woke up (I'd passed out underneath all of this), Daddy was standing over me with a washrag that he was trying to press against my face. Everything was sort of confusing at first, but gradually everything was coming back to me. Daddy had a real worried look on his face and even had tears in his eyes-a rare event for him. He was trying to console me about the incident ... guess he'd gotten the wrong idea about my passing out.
" 'Don't worry, princess,' he was saying, 'everything will be all right.' He only called me 'princess' when everything wasn't all right, when he was worried about my condition such as in an accident. 'I'll never do it again, sweetheart, I promise! Daddy didn't know that this would happen to you, honest.' " 'Kiss the boo-boo?' I laughed showing him it was O.K. and had to stop him or he would've kissed the boo-boo just as in the old days when I had a hurt. Couldn't see him doing it to my asshole though ... not Daddy. 'Hey, Daddy, don't worry. I just got so carried away by the whole scene that I came too hard or something. I want you to promise me that you will do it again. In fact, right now!' "Well, Daddy was relieved, even glad that we could do it again. He told me that he really preferred it this way-not so much from the pregnancy point of view, but from the way an asshole 'rides' as he put it. He said an asshole was tighter, thus giving his dick more friction and a better come. He was super stoked when he found out that I liked it better than pussy-fucking.
"I don't think we balled regular one time to every ten times we'd use the rear-entry position. So something that started out to be painful, turned out to be groovy. Makes me tend to stick with things more now-hoping it will turn out better in the end.
"The way Judy finally got involved with our scene was an accident. She walked right in on us and took us by surprise one evening last summer. She was supposed to be spending the night over at her friend Shelley's-which as it turned out was a cover for her to see a guy named John. Well, somehow John turned out to be a piker or some such crap, and Judy'd had an argument with him and split on him. Thus, she came home and found Daddy and me in a very compromising position on the couch. The reason we ball in the living room so much is so we can watch TV while we're resting in between fucks. We're all TV freaks-no not the kind that dress up in the opposite sex's clothing-television, the tube. Nothing like getting head while some kid's showing how he got fewer cavities on the tube .... A real space-age happening for all you folks out there in TeeVeeland.
"So we're going at it in our favorite way, Daddy pumping it to my ass, me bending over the coffee table with him crouched over me dog-style. We didn't even notice her arrival at first .... She came in so quiet and got real engrossed in what we were doing. Then whammo -I look up and there she is sitting in a chair in the corner, chomping on an apple, big old Cheshire cat smile on her face while she watches Daddy throw the meat into my hind end like there's no tomorrow.
"I practically shit ... and probably would've if I wouldn't have had a plug up my ass. I screamed, 'Daddy,' and he jerked up and saw her too. I've never felt a hard on go down that fast, but suddenly I felt it shrinking, unplugging my ass so that the strange hot mixture of come and shit and vaseline went sliding out, trickling down my hairy crack. , "Daddy jumped up, grabbing a towel that we keep handy to wipe ourselves off between balls when we get a marathon session like this one was supposed to be before the rude interruption, and sticking it in front of his organ. He walks over towards little sister, his face beet red, both from anger and humiliation-knowing Daddy it was mainly the latter since he hardly ever gets mad. But then these were really extenuating circumstances.
"But he didn't know what to say when he got over there to her, just began blurting around, stuttering like a schoolboy. I was quick getting into my clothes, my whole body blushing with shame. Luckily sister surprised us by her confession she then made ... easing the pressures on us considerably.
'"Relax-I'm a big girl now, Daddy. I'm hep that you were- into this for the last year. And you've probably been doing it longer. I'm no virgin myself....' "That kind of got to us, but I think it surprised Daddy even more. He even made a threatening gesture towards her, slipping into the proper(?) role of the outraged parent. But it passed quickly when she came to her own defense with: 'C'mon, Daddy, what do you think... I was born yesterday? And you've got room to talk?' "He really wasn't ready for the last statement. He fairly crumpled under the implication, retracing his steps over to the couch where he sat with a heavy thud and buried his face in his hands. It was the only time I was to see him question his morals .... The whole situation we were in, out in the open.
" 'Where have I gone wrong?' he moaned, near tears. He looked over to where Judy was sitting. 'Who was he?' was all he asked.
" 'Who was who?' my sister shot back. God, she can sure be snotty when she gets a mind to.
" 'The boy ... the boy who ... who showed you about ... about sex.' For a man as hep to sex as he was, it seemed rather ironic that he had such a difficult time talking about that subject.
" 'Not the boy, Daddy-many boys. I started when I was twelve, and I've been having it ever since. I've even debated with myself about tipping you off to the fact that I know what's been happening with you two for some time. But I didn't really know how to go about it ... how you'd react, so I just let it slide.
" 'Anyway, I'm almost fifteen, and Jo's almost seventeen, so why the beef? She was doing it when she was my age. I mean that's the way it is these days, Daddy. We know what's happening. So why the big deal? Why not just let me get in on some of the fun? It'd keep me off the streets and out of trouble anyway.' "Her little speech made both Daddy and me breathe easier. But it still took both of us a little while to adjust to the fact that she was getting to be a big girl now. We'd always thought of her as being such a baby ... had to protect her from the harsh realities of the world. You know the bit. She went on telling us about some of her own experiences. By the time she was telling us about how she used to make up the library bit to get out and see the guys, we were laughing along with her, openly voicing the possibilities of making this family affair into a threesome.
" 'I should spank you,' Daddy threatened her teasingly, noticeably relieved, and even acting as though he were ready to ball her on the spot.
" 'Sorry, I'm not into that. It's for little kids and masochists and I don't happen to fall into either category. I'm a big girl now, Daddykins,' she told him saltily, 'and I have to have real gentle treatment.' "She couldn't have been more plain about it ... really surprised us. She was actually much hepper than me when it came to knowing about her sexuality, since she'd had a much wider range of experience. We'd just have to test it out.
"Daddy sat there for a few more minutes, smoking a cigarette and shaking his head. 'Well, kiddo, welcome to the club,' he laughed, stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table. 'Might as well shuck down and see just how much my little girl has learned from all these ... "happening" boys, as you call them.' Glancing over to me, he noticed that I'd started dressing. 'You too, sweets. We've barely started. I'll just throw this towel away, and you and your sister strip down and come over to papa. We'll see if we can work up some real family feeling!' "This had the promise of being a really unique experience. As my sister stripped down, I couldn't help but notice how much she'd developed in the past few months alone.... I never had boobs like that when I was her age. In fact, I still don't. Hers are good thirty-sixes. Of course, I saw her practically every day, but for some reason, probably since I'd always thought -of her as being a baby, I'd never really given her credit for the nice body she's got.
"Well, I got to watch the first part, so I settled myself down on the couch as Daddy invited Sis to crawl down beside him on the floor. This would be a brand-new experience for me, watching somebody else do it, so I vowed to myself that I'd try not to do any pussy-petting while I watched-didn't want to get too excited and ruin it for when it came my turn.
"But even as I watched Judy lie her trim body down next to Daddy's, I felt a strange stirring in my loins, anticipating the excitement to come. It sure looked strange, the way Daddy was now kissing my sister, running his hands wildly over her bare back and buttocks. I flashed on the fact that it must really look weird when I'm doing it with him. I felt just the slightest twinge of embarrassment for both of them as I sat there .... I mean, you don't have to twist a scene like that very far before it becomes laughable, even ludicrous, in nature. Not that I thought that very long ... just a quick flash like I get sometimes. For in no time at all, I. was taking it with the utmost of seriousness ... which is just about as serious as anyone can get. This is one thing you can't laugh off-not if you expect to get your rocks off.
"I was really getting engrossed by the whole scene unfolding before me. Daddy had now rolled over on top of Judy and was working her over, up and down her squirming body, with his long tongue. I felt kind of jealous-he didn't do that much anymore with me, but then I guess it was my own fault since I was always so eager to skip the preliminaries and get that big cock stuffed up my ass.
"When he'd come to her big titties he really had a field day, rolling them around with his hands and mouth, sucking on the nipples until they grew stiff. He really seemed all hung-up on them. Can't really blame him after the steady diet of mine. I caught myself comparing boobies with my little sister and for the first time reluctantly concluded that she was a winner in that category. Not that I'm any piker in that department ... after all I'm not exactly one of those Vogue models, you know.
"Once Daddy had finally played enough boobie games with sister, such as telephone the boobie, resting a head on one and talking to the other as if they were a telephone receiver (real original, huh?), he finally slid up to meet her eyes, arching his hindquarters up as if he were getting ready to sock the meat to her. And he was. He socked the meat to her, my sister helping him find her hole with his hand, her legs spread in the air to offer him wider access.
"Man, I still couldn't get over how hep my sister really was. She seemed like a seasoned hooker the way she was egging Daddy on. And she seemed to know a lot of things about sex I didn't know ... and I don't think Daddy did either, or he would've taught me about them. Like the loud cunt farts she made as he began plowing the meat to her. I can't make them even now that I know what they are. I just thought she was blowing regular old farts. But then, come to think of it, I know some things she doesn't, especially when it comes to taking it in the ass. She just won't sit still for it.
"She sure was a regular loudmouth when he balled her ... another thing that made me draw a quick comparison, made me blush when I thought of all the noises I made. But then my moans were just that-mostly groans, moans and other sound effects. I seldom voiced words, at least not as many as she did. She was a proverbial chatterbox, worse than a parrot, making very little sense with what she said. And her voice sounded so different, like a grown woman instead of the little girl voice we were so used to ... almost as frantic as a madwoman. And the things she said! I picked up most of my dirty vocabulary from her. I never used to talk like that. She picked it up from the gang at school.... Now I know why she was so much more popular than me. I kept pretty much to myself, so some of the words were new ones on me. Words like fuck,' and 'suck,' and "blow' and 'do it.' I mean, words like them licks just chinga me in the old chongas, if you know what I mean.
"Daddy was giving her the old what for by this time, his white; hair-covered ass bobbing in the breeze, Judy's thighs clamped tight around them. She could sure fuck from the looks of it, clawing at his back, biting at his ears, while her hips keep in unison with his, pounding so hard they raised off the floor on each stroke, their bellies making loud slapping noises as they met.
"Man, this was sure getting me all horny again. I caught myself with my finger on my clit, rubbing like all get out, as I watched the excitement below me. Just what I'd promised myself I wouldn't do. Yet every single time I'd chide myself for doing it and put my hand in my lap, sure enough-I'd get engrossed in what was happening ... next thing you know and there's my hand going after the snatch again. Well fuck this mess! It's just not hitting it at all.... I can't stand spectator sports. I'd just have to get in on the action somehow.
"With the old proverb about 'if can't lend a hand then get your ass out of here' in mind, I decided to put in my little contribution into humanity, moving down to the floor and crawling over on my hands and knees until I was beside Daddy and Judy. Apathetic no more, I tried to figure just how I'd go about joining in ... making my contribution. There were no available holes .... Well I spotted their mouths, but most of the time they were mashed together, making Judy's eyes even more glazed than they were. But even if there were an available orifice, it wouldn't do me much good since I had nothing to stuff in them. Oh, maybe a nipple, but that wouldn't go very far.
"No, I had to find something to stick into my hole ... only the best prospect for the task was occupied at the moment. Then I had it. His toe. No they were moving around too much. Wouldn't get very far with a toe job anyway. Ah, at last I figured a way I could make a contribution ... no matter how small it may be ... and small it was. Looking around, I spotted the jar of vaseline on the coffee table, so I scooted over to it, dipped my finger in and hooked a big gob. I don't think either one of them noticed what I was doing, but it didn't really matter since at least one of them would soon. Just had to do something to justify that itchy feeling inside my own snatch.
"Smearing the goo all over my right index finger, I dragged it over to the rest of my family, prepared for the battle. Without formality, I positioned myself above Daddy's churning buttocks, looking deep into the black, curly jungle of his cleft. Reaching down with my left hand, I spread the cheeks until I found the dark opening I was looking for....
" "That you, Jo Anne?' Seems like Daddy had noticed my presence.
" 'Well it sure ain't the Lone Ranger,' I replied wittily, shoving my finger into his surprised rectum, causing him to jump and shout. I have such a knocked-out sense of humor, people are always cracking up at the things I do.
"Seems like Daddy didn't mind a little horsing around in his ass from the way he wriggled it around my finger. He even seemed to spend just a little more time on his upward arch, holding his butt up for just a second longer before slamming down into my little sister. My\ action helped her out too, because when he'd arch his butt up like that, he'd roll his ass around a bit to try and get all the action out of my finger that he could. That way, he moved his cock around in little circular motions inside her pussy that made her talk almost twice as fast as before, and a couple of times she dragged her long nails hard across Daddy's back, leaving thin, four-pronged welts that rose above the white skin and challenged the growth of hairs for room.
"I really had to work to keep up with him. They were getting pretty close to coming off.... In fact I think she'd already started from the way she was panting and yelling, and they were going pretty fast, even with the slight pauses at the top of the downswing. I had to really move my arm fast to keep up with it, or else lose my finger. A couple of times when he was buried full-hilt, he clenched his butt-cheeks real hard and practically snapped my finger off.
"The smell of their sex was overwhelming my nostrils at this close range ... something I'd never really noticed that much when I was involved ... not until afterwards at any rate. It was a heady, rich aroma that only added to my horny condition. Even though I was now an active part of humanity, I was receiving little in the way of reciprocal trade at the time.
"But I was sooooo horny ... just couldn't wait. So I was right back where I started ... except that I now had a front-row seat and got to halfass participate. Only one thing to do. My left hand made a beeline for my pussy and began to pet to beat the band. When I found my clit, floating around in my sea of jello, I pinched at it real hard, making the juices really begin to flow.
"But this still wasn't as good as getting it in the ass. It'd do until the ship came in though. Daddy started coming about then and his reaction was so heavy that I had to quickly withdraw my finger lest it get bitten right off by the jaws of his ass. Man, does his butt go through funny spasms when he comes. As my finger popped out, he let out a big stinky fart that almost hit me between the eyes. I pulled back to let them bounce around on the floor, squeezing the life out of each other as they drained their juices into each other.
"I just sat there, my left hand rubbing sparks on my hot clit, sucking the shit-coated vaseline off my business finger with my mouth. Didn't taste bad .... The aroma made me all the more excited as it penetrated my nostrils from outside and inside.
"Things got all swimmy about then, I was coming to a come. I just leaned back and enjoyed my self-stimulation, sucking my finger dry as the juices started flowing from my tummy down below. I lost all track of reality for a brief moment, letting myself get carried away in my solo lust flight. And then ... ah, ah, AHHHHHHH ... I came.
"When I looked up, Daddy and Judy were lying there in a collapsed state: Judy on her back; Daddy leaning on his elbows. Both looked tired, but registered amusement as they looked at me, having just completed jacking off.
"There was only one thing I could say: " 'Well?' "I'm never at a loss for words.
"They took pity on me, telling me to come over and relax with them for a minute before I got my just dessert. Had to wait while Daddy prepared the dessert, though, and that would take about ten minutes or so, judging from his track record. It took eleven minutes-one cigarette and a little coaxing from his eldest daughter. His eldest daughter-that's me! What a coincidence, us being in the same room and all. Think of that!
"But before the short break was up, his eldest daughter, that being me again as my sister had yet to pass me in age (in fact she still hasn't), had engineered it so that she'd get it in the end ... just the way she'd always wanted it. She was so happy as she bent over the couch, her body stretched along the surface of it, her knees on the floor ... she could hardly contain herself. But she soon was to be contained by-or would be containing-a cock. In fact, as soon as Daddy had put a generous helping of vaseline on the head of his cock and had worked it manually until he had a big old erection, it was me who was containing the said cock. That's because I am the she referred to, but I'd better cut this shit out, this switching cases or else I'll miss out on the cock.
"At that very moment, I was very definitely containing that cock, and the part of me that housed this object was known as my asshole.
"And it did feel good. Let me make that perfectly clear-it felt just wonderful.
"And to top everything off, we had a side- show. Sister had straddled my shoulders on the top of the couch there ... her weight pressing down and adding to my joy. Remember how I said that I like feeling a lot of weight on me ... the way it made me feel bound, like I couldn't get away? Remember that? Well, then maybe you weren't paying attention!
"But her weight just added to my pleasure, it made me feel so helpless ... like I was impaled on a stake from behind and being squashed by an elephant on my shoulders and neck. Not that Judy is an elephant. She's got a perfect figure.
"But she wasn't sitting there just because she liked the view-no, she had ulterior motives. Not to mention a wet ass from her fuck with Daddy. She was there, friends and neighbors, because her greedy little cunt was going to receive some more attention, just like my greedy ass was receiving. To each her own. Only Daddy was attacking her other part with another object quite different from the one with which he was reaming me ... being that he had only one of those. Daddy, bent over my back so that his head fit nicely into her snatch, ate out sister's snatch with his tongue. To each his own.
"I couldn't see what was going on-all I could see was a little bit of Daddy when I craned my neck around, since sister's fat hips blocked my view. But I could hear what was going on.
" 'Slurp, gulp, scluuup.' "Not an exact re-creation ... you had to be there, but it should give you some idea.
"And sister with her: " 'Fuck, suck, do it, groooooovy....' "Every time Daddy hit a particularly good lick on her clit, or rammed his tongue real deep in her snatch ... whatever one does when one eats hair pie ... sometimes he'd do something that must've been extra special to Judy, because she'd yell real loud and bounce around on my neck and make me really feel her weight. Really great for me.
"What with the way her weight was shifting around, and with me moving my hinder parts to Daddy's screwing, my tits were rubbing hard against the rough material of the couch, mashed down flat as they were, making my nipples tingle with excitement.
"Man, oh man, I was getting half spaced with the way Daddy was socking it to my back hole, but soon I was fully spaced and heading for power space. That groovy first stage of pleasure-pain that I'd grown to love began to take over, making my guts go through spasmic contortions.
"I was babbling something almost as incoherent as Judy's irregular speech pattern ... maybe even worse since mine is a more primitive, barbaric growling. I was tearing at the upholstery of the couch frantically as my family did their respective numbers on me.
"I guess Daddy was really excited about the whole trip-having little sister in the fold now too, 'cause he was ramming that mother of his in me harder than ever before, his massive balls slapping wetly against my ass cheeks with each mighty thrust. I secretly wished that my hole could stretch even wider, so that just once my rectal tissues could get acquainted with his soft balls ... maybe even wide enough so that I could feel what a truck would feel like if it drove up there. I know that sounds silly, but I'm so anally oriented that I could really go crazy with a tank being driven up there; "By this time, my sister was really bucking around on top of me, causing Daddy to move some just trying to keep up with her movements. One of her hands grabbed at my head in an effort for her to keep better balance and snagged some of my hair painfully, but it only added to the total pleasure for me. By now I had gone into the stage where all feelings blend for me, all part of the whole.
"Poor Daddy, though. I don't know just how he was able to keep it all together. I mean with two major things like that happening at once- having to keep pace with his great cock in my bottom, and trying to eat out my sister at the same time, her writhing around like a stuck snake to boot. Well, I shouldn't really give him sympathy-I'm sure it's one of the neatest jobs he's ever had to do.
"I'll say one thing for him ... he never missed a beat in ramming it to my fanny, kept pumping 'er right in the old brown hole with as steady a beat as the Stones ever put behind one of their hits. And my sister would probably say the same thing for him ... the way she was reacting to his head job, she sure wasn't complaining about his efforts.
"But as all good things must come to an end so did this tale ... in my end ... that's where my tail is-I mean where this tale ended. Right at the end of Daddy's cock. I was trying my damndest to keep from coming ... but I was so far out there I wasn't even sure who I was. Just somewhere in the middle of a swirling whirlpool, harpooned at the end of a big one.... I could feel my sister already coming from the wet feeling on my back. I'm sure it was cool by the time it dripped down there, but it felt like dry ice it was so hot ... I mean the way my senses interpreted it. I was off into that thing I've been telling you about, remember? So all the things that happened externally got all twisted around by the time my brain got around to sorting it out for internal use. Or something like that-it's really hard for me to communicate just what that feeling does to me. But I can sure tell you that I'm always ready to feel it again any old time!
"But there I was ... hovering on the brink of forever-ever land when the explosion came inside ... triggered by my very own Daddy's come. Whew-what senses I had left in my cooked brain silently thanked Daddy for bringing me down ... like not a down trip, you understand, but kept me from flipping right out of my wig for good. I'm too young to die, just not ready for it.
"Like a little old girl like me can only stand just so much ecstasy ... and I'd gone far beyond the limits I'd ever experienced before .... Try to get higher the next time ... that way you've always got something to look forward td. So I was really busting my balls, as the expression goes, getting my rocks off real good when I'm talking about down. Not bummer down ... but good old funky, down-home, dirty, boogie-woogie down, as Judy would put it.
"So I'm just coming so hard that I faint... I do that a lot, don't I----Read too much of Shelley, I guess ... that fucker was always swooning. But when I get too far gone that's what happens. It's probably a protection valve to keep us from getting too far out like I was talking about before. Actually I don't faint that much ... I can only remember two or three other times be- sides the ones I told you about. After all, I wanted to tell you the best parts, the parts underlined, as they say, so that you wouldn't get caught in that old ho-hum everyday mediocre thing.
"It was probably the addition of Judy that had made everything be just too much for me... the news of what she was into was enough alone to floor me. Much less suck a good bugger job from Daddy. When I pass out like that, it's a groovy thing, don't get me wrong. Right before it happens, everything gets real bright, very intense ... and then I go swirling down into never-never land.
"That's all I can say except that I'm sure pissed at Judy for blowing the whole thing. I guess she really couldn't help it though, she didn't really mean it. The only thing that gets me through those dreadful sessions with my shrink, when he tries to redefine my character (which is just their way of putting it to you) and rechannel my ideas away from the incestuous paths, however, is by fantasizing that I'm with Daddy, and he has his cock up my ass, rocking me night-night."