Chapter 1
Claire
"There's plenty of guys at school that would like to ball me," stated nubile young Claire, "but why let any of them in my panties when I got something better at home? Heck, they're just amateurs at it-my dad's a real pro!
"Just because I'm a 'sweet little sophomore' I guess the senior boys think they might be the first one to score off me, if I'd give in and do what they want. But a girl has cravings that don't have much to do-with her age. I may only be fifteen years old, but when you're getting it solid and steady at home from a real man, like my dad, you don't have much interest in dumb seventeen-year-olds. Ha! If any of those senior boys that are always ogling me had any idea what stuff I let my dad do to me they'd come all over themselves just thinking about it. From what my girl friends tell me, they think it's a big deal if they just get to do a little finger work in a parked car. Jeez, if they only knew!
"But I'm supposed to start at the beginning and tell everything, right? Okay, here goes. The first time I ever got interested in sex was when I was about eleven. It wasn't my dad that caused it though, it was a dirty old man on the street. Dad and me didn't start our little games until two years ago when I was thirteen.
"I was coming home from school and this man pulled up beside me and asked me where a certain street was. I was completely innocent and didn't know he was just doing it to get to talk to me. As I told him he said all of a sudden, 'Forget the street-look at my meat!' and then I saw it. He had his nasty old cock in his hand as he sat at the wheel and before I hardly knew what was happening he was jerking his hand up and down it right in front of my eyes. At first I was scared but since I'd never seen a grown man's cock before I was really kind of fascinated by it. When he saw my eyes get big and heard me give a little gasp he speeded up his hand and shot a wad of thick white juice out. Then he peeled out and left a strip of rubber on the pavement as he went.
"All the way home I thought of the old guy and how his cock looked when he was playing with it. I had no idea they got so big. I never had seen my dad's and the few times I'd seen my big brother's it sure was a lot smaller than that. He was in the army and I hadn't seen him for over a year at the time, but when he'd been home I was so much younger than him that he wasn't usually very careful about keeping himself covered when he went from his room to the shower. The next weekend when he came in for his furlough I did a little snooping. He was dead tired from the trip and I knew he wouldn't wake up. I sneaked into his room quietly before dad got up and pulled the covers back real slow. It teed me off when I saw he was wearing boxer shorts and that I couldn't see anything. I wanted to look real bad but I was afraid to touch him so I went back in my room and just tried to visualize what his cock would look like if only it hadn't been covered up by his shorts.
"The more I thought about it the more ... well, the more I began to feel this really warm, nice sensation between my legs. I know now what it's all about but I didn't know a darn thing then, not even about playing with myself. Lying there in bed that morning thinking about it was where I got my first initiation to how good a girl can make herself feel. Like I say, I was just eleven at the time and my titties weren't any bigger than acorns-not nearly as big and full as they are now-but that didn't keep me from being able to get all hot and bothered between my legs. I felt the warmth build up in my crotch as I lay there in bed and pretty soon I realized my virgin little pussy was just dying to be touched. I slipped my fingers down there and barely had them inside my night clothes when I heard a noise in the hall that scared me.
"I should have known that whoever it was couldn't possibly know what I had been about to do to myself under the covers and in my own room, but I was real skittish about the whole idea of touching myself there and the noise just added to my uneasiness. I lay still as a mouse with my fingers poised only inches away from my damp pussy, then I realized it was only Jim, my brother, going to the bathroom. It was so early in the morning he didn't think anyone was awake, so he didn't bother closing the door. My big chance!
"I hopped out of bed and sneaked out of my room and into the hall where I could see inside the bathroom without him seeing me watch. Wow, was I surprised! Jim was sitting on the commode looking at a magazine and he had his cock in his hand. It sure was big. And he was slowly rubbing his closed fist up and down it. I couldn't see what was in the magazine but I knew whatever it was must be getting him plenty horny because he kept turning the pages faster and faster and grinning real sexy-like as he looked at its pages. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock. It didn't look anything at all like it had the few times I'd seen him naked before he went into the army. And besides that, he was playing with it.
"From my position behind the door I could see clearly every beautiful inch of it. I didn't know boys sometimes did that to themselves-rub their cocks, I mean, to make it feel good-and the revelation made me feel less guilty about fooling around with myself. I squatted down real slow and quiet and poised myself on the balls of my bare feet while I stuck my hand underneath my nightclothes and searched around for the tender, secret part of me that had been getting so warm before the noise in the hall had scared me. Soon I had my thumb and forefinger going to work on the hairless folds of my pussy lips-remember, I wasn't old enough to have any pussy hair or very big titties yet-and it felt just yummy. After a few minutes of silently fondling myself I felt my little slit start to get moist and the whole area between my legs seemed to sort of swell up.
"All the time I was doing it Jim was going to town on his big cock, jerking his fist up and down instead of just rubbing it slow. Jeez, the more I watched him the more I frigged my own little toy! I knew it must be awful nasty to do what I was doing but I couldn't help it because it felt so wonderful. That's when Jim shot off. I saw a great white glob spurt out of the end of his cock and fly all the way to the wall. But at the same time I heard something behind me and suddenly knew dad must have gotten up. I'd been so interested in seeing Jim's big cock and frigging myself that the time had gotten away from me. Jim must have heard it too because he slammed the bathroom door shut and left me standing there in the hall in just my nightclothes. I really got scared.
"Dad came around the corner in his bath robe and caught me. It was too late for me to hide. But at least he hadn't seen me playing with myself. At first I almost panicked but then I just held my legs together real tight and crossed my wrists over my crotch. I made a big face and yelled, 'Golly, isn't Jim ever going to come out of there. I have to pee real bad, daddy, and he's been in there for so long I'm about to wet my pants!'
"For a second I thought my little act hadn't worked and that dad didn't believe me-maybe even that he'd caught a glimpse of what I'd been doing with my hand under my nightclothes. But then he said, 'Okay, honey. Just hang on, he'll be out soon.' And he yelled in and told Jim to hurry and get through so somebody else could get in. As Jim walked out the door it made me feel very smug to know what he'd been doing to himself even though he thought nobody had seen him. And it also made me take a good long look at the bulge under his shorts and made my little pussy warm again even without my fingers touching it!
"After that I used to play with myself quite a bit. And it gave me a lot of confidence to know that boys did it too, that I wasn't some kind of freak just because my pussy sometimes started feeling so good I had to use my fingers on it. Until I was thirteen I guess my sex life was pretty normal. Oh, I still played with myself a lot, but I was still a virgin and didn't know the first thing about screwing. From conversations I overheard from older girls at school I knew there was a bunch of groovy stuff going on that I'd find out about sooner or later. What I didn't know then was that it was to be my own daddy dear who would introduce me to it. That happened the summer after I turned thirteen. Jeez, it makes me hot all over again just to think about it!"
The complete details of young Claire's sexual experiences were recorded on tape and are included in the present chapter. Before continuing with the written transcript of her statements, however, it will be illuminating to examine some of the psychological and sociological implications suggested by her case history. Hindsight often opens up areas and answers questions which would not even be hinted at by relying exclusively on the subject's statements. And it is also important, of course, to refer to outside sources for information from other studies which will render the subject's intimate revelations more meaningful to us.
Claire, for example, becomes much more understandable to us when we learn that she lived in a motherless household. Her mother died when the youngster was only eight years old, thereby depriving her of the benefit of maternal affection and-perhaps even more important-of the information which a wise mother bestows upon her daughter at or near the age of puberty.
In The Sexual Responsibility of Woman, by Maxine Davis, the author states, "The subject of sex is no longer a conglomeration of facts concerning which woman is expected to profess ignorance. It is discussed freely, without circumspection. Parents supply the modern girl with books and pamphlets carefully prepared to instruct her at each period of her growth from childhood to womanhood."(This writer's italics.)
Yet in Claire's case, only a parent was available to guide her, not parents-and even that was not a parent of her own sex, but rather her father. The girl is quite candid in informing us that she first observed a male sex organ not at home, but in the street. She refers to the man whose penis she observed as "a dirty old man," yet admits later that " ... I was scared but since I'd never seen a grown man's cock before I was really kind of fascinated by it." Further, she goes on to say that, "All the way home I thought of the old guy and how his cock looked when he was playing with it. I had no idea they got so big."
It is clear that the youngster's sighting of the older male's penis produced anxiety in her, and that it also created a curiosity in her mind about the male organ in particular and about sex in general. The man who displayed his organ to young Claire was undoubtedly one of those males who frequent schoolyards in hopes of exhibiting his naked penis to an unsuspecting youngster. Yet the vileness of his act did not appear to cause much alarm-in fact, Claire seemed to be very stimulated by the sight. We may well assume that if the youngster had been under the tutelage of a female parent, she would have probably been forewarned about such experiences and would have reacted with a far greater degree of caution. Instead, she appears to have undergone a marked surge of curiosity which resulted in further attempts to view the male organ.
But it was not enough to simply observe a male organ. Claire discovered even before she managed to see her brother's penis that the thought of the exhibitionist's penis was sufficient to produce definite signs of arousal in her barely pubescent body. It was a very small step from the beginnings of erotic excitation to actual masturbation, even though she had not previously discovered the practice. It is not unusual, of course, for a girl of eleven to discover masturbation for herself with no outside information; we might even say that it is practically inevitable unless she should first be introduced to regular intercourse. But the girl's guilt about her surreptitious performance of the act-or the absence of that guilt-is influenced largely by her parents' reaction to the practice. In Unmarried Love, by Dr. Eustace Chesser, the author points out a common parental view of masturbation by a daughter: " ... parents are little troubled about their daughter's masturbating. They are much more concerned with the possibility of pregnancy."
It is not known whether Claire's parents shared this common attitude regarding their daughter's masturbatory practices, but since her mother died when the girl was so young it's certain that the father was saddled with the complete responsibility for her upbringing. And it is always more awkward for a youngster to receive sexual instruction of any kind from the parent of the opposite sex. Apparently Claire's father did not supply her with any sexual information of either a biological or social nature. It is only natural then, that she should have been more curious about sexual matters than other girls her age. The chance observation of the exhibitionist's naked penis, as she made her way home from school, served only to heighten this latent and excessive sexual interest.
We must note that it was not necessary for her-to continue observing the man's organ in order to become sexually aroused. She tells us that she became excited at home hours later from just recalling to herself what had happened. And it was a week later, after the arrival of her older brother from the army, that she was moved to repeat her sighting of a naked male organ. The first time was accidental, of course, but this second instance was plainly planned and desired by her. Her statements regarding the event make it clear that observing her brother's organ was very stimulating to her, even to the point of impelling her to initiate masturbatory attentions on her own body. And it is this aspect of her act that calls for further psychological consideration. , She tells us, "I was real skittish about the whole idea of touching myself there...." yet after she observes her brother masturbating in the bathroom she reveals, "I didn't know boys sometimes did that to themselves-rub their cocks, I mean, to make it feel good-and the revelation made me feel less guilty about fooling around with myself." It would seem that she had fears about performing masturbation upon herself until she learned that it was done by persons other than herself. After she discovered that her brother did it too, she was able to dispel her fears.
But it is plain that seeing him did more than simply abolish guilt from her mind about masturbation; it also engendered a strong desire in her body for sexual contact. When she began to masturbate outside the bathroom door it was not just to imitate her brother's actions-it was to substitute her fingers for the erect penis she wished were touching her genitals. The fact that he was her own brother was apparently unimportant to her so far as providing sexual stimulation was concerned. And even though no act of incest was actually performed at this time we shall see later that the seeds were planted at that time for future incestuous contacts within the family. It is interesting to speculate what might have developed if Claire's father had happened on the scene and forced her to cease her surreptitious observations and return to her room. But her father was to figure very predominantly in the young girl's sexual activity at a later date, and in a role far removed from the usual one.
Claire indulged in acts of incest with both her brother and father before the affair was Over. And we shall examine these acts in great detail when we return to the remainder of her recorded comments. Let us consider Claire's sexual activities strictly from the vantage point of incest, for a moment, however. Referring to The Yankowski Report on Premarital Sex, by John S. Yankowski, we find that "among females, eleven percent first consciously entertained coital fantasy at age ten or younger; seventy-three percent at eleven to thirteen; nine percent at fourteen to sixteen; six percent at seventeen to nineteen, and one percent never."
Claire's age at the time of her masturbatory and voyeuristic experiments, then, fits exactly into the period of maximum coital fantasy by the females in this study. Although the age is younger than might be expected by the casual observer, it was nevertheless substantiated in Yankowski's research. And the strong correlation between fantasy and masturbation is well documented. We may infer that Claire's choice of fantasy object resulted simply from the fact that her brother was present and that his nakedness happened to present itself to the girl at a time when she was particularly receptive to sexual arousal-even if that arousal was of an incestuous nature. Her preoccupation with oral-ity came later, as we shall see from her own words. But she was to participate in other sex acts first.
The girl tells us that she often masturbated after having observed the erect penis of her brother as he masturbated in the bathroom when she was eleven, and that for about two years her sex life was "pretty normal." But her sex practices underwent a period of initiation into new and more forbidden areas during the summer after she turned thirteen, as her comments make plain.
"Two years ago, when I'd just been thirteen for a month or so, I got a taste of the real thing. It didn't happen all at once, though. It just kind of gradually happened to us. To dad and me, I mean.
"My ninnies had finally gotten big enough that daddy couldn't help noticing them the way they stuck out under everything I wore. They weren't giant jugs or anything, but they were real firm and not too much smaller than they are now. Gosh, but I was proud of them! I knew they were pretty fine because of the way all the boys tried to cop a look down my blouse if I wore one with buttons, or tried to 'accidentally' brush against me in the hall at school and get a little feel. And at night when I had a chance to get naked and look them over carefully in the mirror I watched them swell bigger and bigger, month after month, until I began to feel a little embarrassed at not wearing a bra. But you. know how it is now-girls today groove on going without a bra even if their jugs are as big as watermelons. It's part of the scene. So the only reason I was a little embarrassed about not wearing one was around my daddy, because I knew he was used to seeing women wear them.
"One day, real offhanded, like it didn't amount to anything, daddy gave me some extra money and said I ought to 'pick up some more underwear' the next time I bought any clothes. I knew what he meant but something about the fact he'd noticed my ninnies got me kind of excited. I pretended I didn't know what he meant just in order to tease him. I said, 'I have plenty of panties, daddy. Remember all the ones I got for my birthday?'
"When he said that wasn't what he meant I said, 'Oh, you mean a bra? I'm not old enough for that yet, am I?' I knew darned well I was but I couldn't resist teasing him by pretending innocence. He said, 'Well, honey, it ... it isn't just a young girl's age. It's ... you know, how much she's grown.' It tickled me to see him so flustered about the subject.
"I said, real innocent-like, "Oh, you mean you think my ninnies are big enough to need one. Gee, I didn't know you ever noticed anything like that."
"He just pushed the money toward me on the table and said, 'Honey, you shouldn't talk about things like that to your dad. Now you just go ahead and do like I told you. It's indecent for a girl your size to go around without proper underwear."
"I said, 'But, dad, I'm not very big. I'm only five foot three and weigh a hundred and five pounds.' I knew he meant the size of my ninnies but I was having fun playing my little game, so I kept it up just to amuse myself.
"He got a little sore then. He said I knew what he meant and that I better do what he said or people would think I was a little slut. I said, 'But, daddy, none of the girls in my class wear bras-and plenty of them have ninnies bigger than mine. It isn't the style.' Then I started telling him about my friend Imogene, who had boobs as big as most grown women, and he got red in the face and scolded me, telling me I shouldn't mention such things to him. The next day I got one and had it on that evening when he came home from work.
"Before he knew what hit him I ran up to him and threw my arms around him and said, 'Okay, daddy, you win. I got a bra like you said. See?' And I hugged Trim tight and pushed myself against him so he couldn't help but feel the hard contours of the bra over my soft ninnies.
"That part wasn't unusual-me hugging him, I mean. But the way I ploughed my full little bra into his chest extra hard and made sure he got a good feel was! He patted me on the shoulder and told me what a good girl I was for doing what he told me but I could tell that feeling me against him made him act a little like the boys at school that try to brush up against me. He pushed me away fast and made some excuse about having an errand to attend to but I could tell he liked what he felt. He liked it so much he wanted more of it-that was the truth of the matter!
"Just as soon as he left I went into my bedroom and took my blouse and bra off. Then I sat on the edge of my bed and fondled my naked nipples until they were glowing like roses. I always did like to touch myself on the ninnies, even when they were tiny-I still do, too-but knowing dad had just been turned on a little by them made it more exciting than usual. Pretty soon I sneaked my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing myself real slow and nice in the crotch of my panties. The silky feel of the material was real sexy to me and when I began to feel it get damp from underneath I lost no time getting my finger under the tight legband of my panties and going straight for my warm pussy. It was hot and wet as heck all along the surface of my lips and once I worked my way through the moist mass of curly hairs I started frigging myself.
"Like I said, I'd been playing with myself ever since I was about eleven, but I'd just gotten a charge from having daddy feel me up-whether he wanted to admit that's what it was or not-and I was plenty hot from it. I rolled over on my side and gave myself more freedom inside my panties. I cupped my hand over one of my ninnies and milked it real slow and gentle while I kept on fingering my pussy, and every once in a while I held off on the milking action and brought my fingertips all the way up the tip end of my ninny. Then I toyed with my nipple while I brought my other hand up from my pussy lips and gave my clit some attention. I finally had to squirm around on the bed until I could get my panties all the way down around my knees. I was really starting to feel good and couldn't wait to take time to kick them off over my feet.
"I happened to catch sight of myself in the mirror and at first I was a little embarrassed by how I looked. My face was all sweaty and my hair was messed up. Then I realized how much the boys at school would give to see me all naked and playing with myself, and I saw myself in a different light. Very sexy and ... and desirable! I kept fingering my clit until the double action my other hand was giving to my ninny seemed to blend with what was going on down below and pretty soon I heard myself breathing harder and harder and loving every minute of it and my skin was wet and slick and I brought myself off. I had my very first climax!
"I lay there for a few minutes getting my breath and thought about what had happened. I'd played with myself a lot before but I'd never reached the Tbest part' until that day. It sure seemed like the hug I gave my dad had something to do with it. I lay there and pictured what it'd be like to have him see me naked and have him wanting to touch and getting to see his pants swell up like I'd seen my brother's do, and I started getting all hot and bothered again. I reached down between my legs and slipped my thumb and forefinger around the head of my clit and gave myself a nice, slow caress. It was still plenty wet from last time and I felt my whole crotch start getting loose and damp as I toyed with it. When I was just about to come again I heard a knock at the door.
"It teed me off not to be able to get the climax I was headed for but I jumped up and grabbed my housecoat and went to the door. It was dad. I couldn't believe the way he looked. His eyes were all bloodshot and he was sort of weaving as he stood there. He told me he'd misplaced his key. When I opened the door for him I saw why. He was drunk as a skunk! I could smell the whiskey on him like a cloud of perfume. He talked real funny and patted me on the behind as he walked past me to the kitchen. Then it dawned on me what happened. Or at least what I thought just might have happened-and it wasn't long until I found out I was right. He'd gotten drunk after he left the house from thinking about me hugging him! It had felt just as good to him as it had to me, but he'd felt guilty about it, I guess. After all, his own daughter ... rubbing her ninnies against him and getting him all hot! And I'd gotten so wrapped up in frigging myself I hadn't noticed how much time had passed with me lying there on the bed with my clothes half off. It had been plenty long enough for him to get soused, that's for sure.
"I thought about the way he had patted my behind as he went through the house and I had a certain feeling. Something was going to happen, I thought. Something nasty and exciting and sexy. And my daddy was going to be part of it, I felt. L don't know whether I'd always sort of wanted it from him or whether maybe it was just because I'd gotten myself so hot from finger-fucking myself just before he came in but whatever the reason I was more than ready to see what was going to happen.
"I just sat down on the couch and waited for him. I pulled back the front of my housecoat so that my legs were in sight almost up to my crotch, like I'd seen women do in the movies. I knew it was terrible for a girl to do that in front of her own dad but I had a feeling he was going to like it and not be embarrassed about seeing me that way like he was when he was talking about me buying a bra. And besides that my little pussy was so darned hot that I think I would have acted sexy no matter who I'd been with. I couldn't get my mind off my naked pussy and ninnies, all hidden away under my housecoat, and what it'd be like to have daddy get a look at them. And there was something else very much on my mind, too-the thought of how neat it would be to get to see his big naked cock. From spying on my brother's that time, I knew that a man's penis can get much bigger if he's excited, and I wanted to see daddy's that way.
"When he came back into the room he took one look at me and said, 'Listen, honey, your old dad's had a little to drink, understand? Now don't you go getting mad at me like your ma used to do because of it. You just be a good kid and go find the wine in the kitchen for me. I ain't had enough yet and I'm too fuckin'-oh, 'scuse me, honey-high to find it."
"I said, 'Sure I'll find it for you, dad. Why should I be mad at you? I'm not grown yet so maybe I don't know much, but it seems to me like a man ought to get high whenever he wants to. Besides, I'm your daughter, and I'd do anything you wanted me to."
"I hopped up and dashed into the kitchen. I located the wine but it was on the very top shelf where I couldn't reach it. He gave me a big smile when he saw I'd found it and said, 'Wait a minute, honey, let your daddy help you there. You're a little angel, you know that? You might not be grown yet but you understand your old dad, don't you? And I ain't so damned sure you ain't a hell of a lot nearer to being grown than I thought!'
"He staggered into the kitchen behind me and scooted a stool toward me. 'Here, sugar, use that.' I knew very well that he could just have walked over and got the wine himself, so it got me a little warm between the legs to realize he wanted me to climb up on the stool so he could get a look up under my housecoat. I was right, too. The minute I stood up on top of it he sat down in a chair and then slouched still lower so he could see past my naked ankles and calves all the way up gosh knows how far. He was so drunk he thought he was being sneaky about it. I purposely spread my thighs farther apart than necessary so that if he could see high enough he'd be sure to get a real good show and see my upper thighs and maybe even a few curly pussy hairs between my legs.
"I said, 'Hold the stool for me, daddy, it's wiggling too much.' He staggered over and said, 'Don't worry, sugar, daddy won't let you fall.' He held the stool all right, but he took hold of something else, too-my legs. Just what I was dying to have him do. I didn't care where he touched me just so he did it somewhere. When I felt his big arm go around my legs and felt his shoulder steadying my hips I let out a little swoon and he heard it. I handed the wine down to him right away but he'd heard me and he wasn't going to let it pass.
"He hugged me up close so his neck and face were right next to the thin chenille material of my housecoat. He was all sweaty and his skin pressed against me so tight it made me sweaty too. He was touching me where my upper thigh joins my ass cheek and I could tell he really dug the way my little butt was so hard and my legs so long and firm. I knew darned well he was dying to get his hands on me. What he didn't know, of course, was that by that time I was wanting his hands under my clothes as bad as he was. He thought he was putting one over on me. He just didn't have any idea how sexy his 'little girl' had gotten while he wasn't noticing, that's all!
"He reached up past me, getting a real good feel of one side of my ninnies on the way, and took the wine. He took a giant swig of it and said, 'Go ahead and set it back, honey. It's something besides wine I gotta have now. I think you know what it is as well as I do but if you don't, you're gonna find out."
"He called me 'honey' a lot ever since I was just a baby but when he said it this time I knew he meant it different. His voice was cracked and raspy and sounded real sexy to me. I could smell the booze on his breath and feel him sway a little on his feet as he pushed against me. His head was only a few inches from my little hairy pussy mound, hidden under my housecoat and panties, and all of a sudden I got this terrible dirty thought of how it'd be to have ... gosh, I know it was awful of me to be thinking like this ... how it'd be to have him put his face into the front of my crotch and ... and kiss me there. You know, put his lips on my naked pussy and kiss me just like he was doing it to my mouth.
"I felt embarrassed as could be having such a thought run through my head but it was so exciting to me I didn't even try to make myself put it out of my head. Finally I answered daddy and said, 'I don't know what you mean about what you want besides the wine, but I'll get it for you if I can. Is it something else up here on this shelf?' As I said it I twisted my butt so his face was just even with my pussy and looked down at him for further instructions. It made me have a nice little flash of warmth between my legs to tease him like that and make him think I didn't know what he was talking about.
"By this time he couldn't stand it any longer. He slipped his hand in under my hem and ran it up to my damp pussy mound all in one fast grab. He said, 'Right here's what I need, honey, and if you'll just relax and not be scared of me you'll like it'
"He lifted me off the stool and cradled me in one arm while he kept his other hand up under my housecoat. His eyes looked real wild and bloodshot, but I don't think it was just from the booze. It was partly from what he got to see when he lifted my housecoat up and gawked at my crotch. I had panties on but that didn't keep him from seeing how my hairy, dark-colored little snatch pooched up against the transparent material. He stumbled into the living room with me and laid me on the couch, then he hooked his thumb in the tight waistband of my panties and yanked them down my legs. I couldn't conceal any more how much I liked the nasty stuff he was doing to me. I twisted around like a little nympho and moved my butt just like I sometimes do when I'm bringing myself off with my fingers. I let my head fall loose on the cushion and kept my eyes closed. I was ashamed of what was happening even though I loved every minute of it.
"I said, 'Please, daddy, what are you doing to me? It's so nasty I ... I-please don't look at my naked pussy. No one's ever seen it, daddy, nobody except me. Oh my gosh!'
"He had me spread-eagled on my back and the hem of my housecoat was up to my navel. My pussy was not only naked, it was all wet too, and knowing he could see how damp my curly hairs and long skinny lips were made me hotter still. I could feel the juice pour out of it as he feasted his eyes on everything I had.
"'Shit, honey, I don't have to go slow with you none, do I? Your little twat's already brimming with juice. You hot little cunt, you like what I'm doing to you, don't you? You like showing your fresh meat off to your old daddy, don't you?' he said.
"I didn't answer. But I smiled real big while he kept working on me and let him keep it up without trying to stop him. I was still moving my hips but it was starting to be a certain rhythm instead of just wild and fast like when he first stripped my panties off. I couldn't help it. It felt so good to have his fingers fooling around in my crotch I was past pretending I didn't want him to do it to me and he could tell how I felt by just watching, I guess.
"Then he unzipped his pants and plopped out his big cock right in front of me. I'd had my eyes closed until then but when I heard his zipper I got a big thrill from knowing what was about to happen and opened them fast. Looking at a man's naked cock was something I secretly craved ever since seeing my brother jack off in the bathroom and I wasn't about to keep my eyes closed with my daddy's big fat one out in plain sight.
"He said, 'Turnabout's fair play, ain't it, honey? Yours is naked in front of me and you ain't raising a big stink about me seeing it, so the least I can do is show you mine. Take a good look at it and see if it don't get your little twat hot."
"I didn't need a second invitation. It was only about two feet from my eyes and it was big and red and jerking a little every time dad's heart beat. I didn't care how dirty it was or what he'd think about his darling, innocent little daughter at that point. I reached up and grabbed it with both hands. I'd been wanting my hands on one ever since I'd first seen one and now was my chance. Of course dad almost shit from excitement when he felt me grab it and saw the horny look on my face.
"He was awful drunk and weaving above me. Finally he just fell down beside me with my hands still tight around the shaft of his cock.
His pants had fallen down almost to his knees and I could see his big hairy balls swinging free against the insides of his legs. I started doing like I'd seen my brother do-skinning my hand up and down the length of it while I gripped the base of it with my other hand-and daddy started breathing real hard. He still had his fingers between my legs but he wasn't doing me as good as I was doing him. I guess he was too drunk. I even dropped one hand down to my pussy and pushed on his hand to let him know what I needed but he still just barely moved it. I was much too hot and wet to be cut off at a time like that so I got desperate.
"I remembered how sexy I felt when dad's head was close to my crotch when I was on the stool so I thought he might be the same way. I raised up to a sitting position and lowered my mouth close to his cock. Wow! What a flash I got! As soon as the smooth, beautiful red meat of the head of it was inches from my face I got this craving to have it inside my mouth. What he did to my pussy wasn't as important to me as it had been. I just wanted a mouthful of cock meat and didn't care what else happened. Dad saw what I was up to and put both hands on my shoulders. He pushed me down toward it and I willingly, oh so willingly, let it glide right inside. I guess I must be a natural little cock-sucker because as soon as it entered my mouth I tightened my lips around the shaft and set my tongue to work on the end of it.
"Dad maneuvered me around so that he could watch me at it and took my housecoat the rest of the way off. I'd forgotten all about my pretty young ninnies but he sure hadn't.
"'Son of a bitch, you got the prettiest little pair of tits I ever laid eyes on. Lemme give you some nice, slow titty-squeezes while you suck me off. Ahhh, that's the way. Goddamn it, they may be small but they're firm as a goddamned hard-rubber ball. You hot little cunt, I may go to hell for having my own flesh and blood go down on me but it feels so fucking good to have your mouth on me I'm willing to sell my soul to the devil for it.' Daddy kept talking real nasty like that and the more he talked about what we were doing, the hotter it got my pussy.
"He cupped a hand on each of my ninnies and even though he was so bombed and his hands were clumsy, it still felt great. I'd had boys feel me there some but I'd never had a person's hands all over them when they were completely naked. I kept mouthing his big cock while he milked my ninnies and every time I'd raise my head I'd see him staring down at me like he couldn't believe it. My housecoat was all the way off by then and he could see every square inch of skin on my entire young body. I thought maybe a guy as old as my dad would think a girl my age was too young to be sexy, but it seemed just the opposite. He seemed to like it that I wasn't filled out yet. He kept talking about what fine little 'tits' I had-I'd always called them 'ninnies' but he said they were plenty big enough to be called tits and that I was being a baby to call them ninnies.
"I licked his cock until I could feel it quaking inside in kind of a regular rhythm and I thought to myself, 'Jeez, I'm about to make him get his rocks off like I saw my brother do that time.' Then dad started giving me what I'd been wanting-more and faster action on the wet folds of my warm pussy. I guess my idea about getting him hotter by putting my mouth on him worked. After just a little while he was doing almost as good with his fingers on my pussy as I do myself when I'm hot and horny and need to bring myself off. I squirmed and twisted my butt and felt my pussy go from wet and warm to horny and hot in nothing flat.
"I guess daddy couldn't take the sight of my twisting, sweaty naked body any longer. I felt his cock swell and cram deeper into my mouth and then he shot his wad. It was warm and thick and kind of exciting to have touch my mouth, but the taste was bitter so I spit it out. Daddy just lay there then, all tired and spent. He was so darned drunk that he went to sleep and started snoring in five minutes.
"I was kind of mad because I was still hot as hell and hadn't gotten any relief yet, but I could tell I sure couldn't count on daddy for anything. I lay there naked beside him and started working my little wet twat myself. Jeez, I really needed it. With no panties to slow me down-I sometimes did it to myself with my clothes on-it didn't take long for me to get it going real nice. I played with myself with one hand and kept my other one on daddy's limp, come-covered cock. It was pretty exciting to me to handle it even though he was asleep and so drunk I knew he wouldn't wake up. Soon I got frantic and knew I was going to enjoy the beautiful thrill of coming any second. I wanted to feel what it was like to have a cock touch my pussy but his was limp as a rag so I reached and grabbed his hand and jammed it on my twat.
"I held it in both hands and used it like my own. Jeez-that really got me going! I rubbed his forefinger against the little bulb of my clit until the juice was fairly streaming out of my pussy. I was breathing so hard my ninnies were swelling up twice their normal size with each breath. That's when I got this terrible, nasty thought and couldn't keep myself from doing it-I suddenly had to have daddy's mouth on me, like I'd done him! I shifted my butt around and straddled his face with my crotch. I didn't give a darn whether he was sleeping or not-I just had to have his lips touch my naked twat. As soon as I felt the wetness of his snoring lips come in contact with my pussy hairs I started hunching to beat the band and ground my crotch against his mouth 'til I came like a dirty little whore!
"Even after I was through getting my jollies I still kept lying there with my wet meat on his face. It felt good to have him exhale into my slit every time he took a breath. Later that night after I'd washed off and gone to bed I thought about everything that had happened and got so hot from it I had to masturbate again before I could go to sleep. At last I'd finally gotten to feel a male's naked body against mine, even if it was my own daddy's. But it was .more than I'd expected, it really was. Especially the suck part. I knew I was going to have to get my mouth on daddy again real soon, and hoped this time he'd be sober so he could give me a real nice mouth job instead me doing it to myself like the first time.
"That's where I got my big surprise. The next day he didn't even mention it. I caught him eyeing my legs and trying to see down my dress just like before, but he wouldn't admit it. When I started talking about what we did he yelled for me to shut up or he'd belt me one and wash my mouth out with soap. It finally dawned on me-after he mumbled something about 'not being responsible for any fool thing he did when he was drunk'-that he was ashamed of fucking around with his own daughter and wouldn't admit it. The fact that he loved the way I'd let him get me naked and do nasty things to me didn't make any difference.
"For the next few days I purposely teased him every way I could think of, trying to get him hot again. I was really needing it and wanted him to do stuff to me like he did when he was drunk, but nothing I did worked. I even let him catch me putting my new bra on my naked ninnies and once I lay on the couch watching television with my skirt darned near up to my ass, but he never did give in. I could tell he wanted to though. That's what gave me the idea to bring my friend Imogene into the action.
"She's the girl I once told daddy had tits as big as most women even though she was just my age, back when he was first wanting me to buy a bra. I knew her real well so I confided in her and told all about what dad and I did that one time when he was drank. She was shocked at first but the way she kept asking me questions made me know she wasn't half as shocked as she let on. She'd never even thought about doing anything with her dad, she told me, but she had done it with boys a little older than us. She told me all the details. Once she told a boy seventeen she was his age and had him believing it because her ninnies were so big. She let him play with them one night on her front porch and later on that week she let him finger-fuck her and then finally go all the way and sock the meat to her. She told me she'd let three different boys do it to her since then and that she'd loved every minute of it.
"She'd seen my daddy before and had mentioned she thought he was handsome, so I was pretty sure she'd go along with my horny little plan. I told her I wanted her to stay all night with me so she could tease daddy by letting him sneak peeks at her big jugs, and that if she wanted to she could have him fuck her. My idea was to get him all hot and bothered by someone other than his daughter, so he wouldn't be ashamed to get his cock out and go to work. I told her about how I blew him and wanted to do it again and wanted him to return the favor to my crotch. She seemed to get real hot from just hearing me talk about it and agreed to do whatever I said as long as she could have a nice long cock in her pussy from the deal. I bet she hurried home and played with herself after that conversation. I know I ran right home, headed for my bedroom, and gave myself a good working over before dinner. And as I had my climax I imagined daddy's cock in my mouth-doing that made me have a real good one!
"The next Friday night when Imogene came to visit and stay over night she wore her sexiest clothes. When I introduced her to daddy I could see him dying to look farther down her blouse. And when she sat down she gave him a nice, long look at her ripe ass, too. She swung her feet onto a chair while we watched television so he couldn't help but get a shot all the way up her long, curvy legs to the place where her thin panties were plastered against her tight little ass. If I'd been sitting that way he'd have made me move so I'd look like a 'lady,' I knew, so when he didn't say anything to Imogene about the sexy way she was sitting I was pretty sure he was going to go for our secret little plan. He didn't notice that I saw him look at her, but after a few minutes I was certain she was going to get daddy fired up like I wanted.
"When it was time to go to bed Imogene and I went to my room and undressed. When I saw her blouse come off, then her brassiere, I got a good close-up of her fabulous jugs. I'd seen them before, of course, at gym class, but not completely naked and bouncy like they were that night. I knew darned well if daddy ever got a look at them he'd go hard in the pants plenty fast-sober or not. We slipped into our scanty night-clothes and Imogene started in with my plan. Her gown was light blue with lots of ruffles around the super-short hem and nothing but transparent, gauzy material on top. Her nipples stuck out through the gown like she was some movie star-it was hard to believe she was only thirteen like me. We waited about thirty minutes and then she went down the hall to the kitchen for a "drink of water. She had to walk right past daddy's bedroom to get there and I had a hunch he wouldn't miss much.
"I was right. He went right into the kitchen behind her and asked her nice-like what she wanted and why she was up. She told him just a glass of water but when she turned up the glass to drink she gave daddy such an eyeful of tit I thought for a minute he was going to grab a handful without waiting. I was peeking out from my room and watching everything that happened. When she got through she spilled water all over the floor by 'accidentally' dropping the pitcher. She apologized to daddy and started grabbing paper towels to mop it up with but he told her not to worry about a thing and did it for her. While he was kneeling on the floor he kept glancing up Imogene's gown for peeks at her pussy. She acted like she didn't notice and just stood there with her hip thrown out in a very sexy pose.
"When he finished she thanked him and went on about how nice he was to do that for her. Then she got personal and said, 'Is it true you haven't had a wife ever since Claire's mother died?'
"When he said it was, she put a real sexy sound in her voice and said, 'Gee, don't you ... I mean, aren't there times when you get lonesome?"
You should have seen the look on Dad's face.
"The words she used were innocent enough but the way she said them, combined with the way she was dressed and the sexy way she was standing, was more than dad could take. His voice got real trembly and he said, 'Yeah, there's plenty of times I get lonely. But a kid your age wouldn't understand.' He was testing her out, I guess, but he was in for a surprise.
"She said, 'I may just be thirteen, but I think I'm a lot more grown up than you think.' Then she grinned and said, 'Some people even say I look older than that,' and jutted her big full tits out at him.
"Daddy said, 'I do too, Imogene. Your tits-I mean your figure would make a man think you were a grown woman."
"She just laughed and said, 'You were right the first time. Go ahead and call them "tits." That's what they are, aren't they? Besides, Claire's asleep, so if you're worrying about her hearing something you don't want her to, forget it."
"That really made dad think. I could see him step up closer to her and I just knew he was dying to get his hands on her luscious jugs. He said, 'Sugar, you wouldn't be hinting you know everything, would you? That you've ... uh ... '
"But she finished his sentence for him. She said, 'I think I know more than most girls my age. And if you were about to ask if I've ever had anybody in my panties before, the answer is yes. There's just one thing, though. It was a boy my age. I've been wondering lately how it would feel to have a real man's prick in my pussy."
"Daddy grabbed her and hugged her real tight against him and I could see his fingers kneading the tight cheeks of her butt through the thin material. He said, 'I can't tell if you're lying or not, you little tease, but I hope to hell you have already lost your cherry, because you've got me so fucking hot I'm going to have to dick you and I don't want you running home telling your parents Claire's dad busted it for you."
"She put her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear so low I could barely hear her. 'Don't worry, I won't tell my parents a darned thing. Take me in your bedroom and do whatever you want to with me. If your cock's as nice and hard as it looks under your pajamas I'll do anything you want to have it in me!'
"He didn't even answer. He just got this big smile on his face and dragged her down the hall into his bedroom. I dashed out into the hall and watched the rest from right outside his door. He was so anxious to get Imogene's scanty night-clothes off and get his itchy fingers on her smooth bod he wouldn't have noticed if there'd been a Barbary ape outside his door, so I was safe from being discovered in my ringside seat.
"He told her if she meant business to prove it by showing him her naked tits. She said, 'Heck, they're almost naked now. Look, can't you see my nipples? But if you want everything, here it is!' And she swished off the top and bottom of her nightgown. Daddy could see her big naked tits and more besides. He looked at her real dirty like he was going to be real nasty with her but it didn't phase her a bit. She just grinned and asked, 'Well, does this make you believe what I told you-that I know more than most girls my age? Go ahead and sample what I'm showing off to you. That ought to convince you."
"I had already noticed a lump swelling in daddy's pants but when she said that his old cock fairly jumped. She saw it too and didn't waste any time letting him know she had her eye on it. She lay down on the bed in front of him and said, 'My pussy may not be completely virgin but you said you didn't want to bust my cherry for me anyway, so that shouldn't matter.' She scooted around on the bed and spread her legs so he could see right up into her furry twat.
"Daddy said, 'Okay, sweetheart, you told me you been wanting to see what a man's prick was like instead of them baby peters on the kids your age. Take a look at this!'
"He unbuttoned his fly to let her see it. He was in such a hurry to get on top of her that he didn't even bother to get out of his pajamas. He just-let them fall around his ankles and dove onto the bed beside her. He grabbed one of her big tits and started slobbering all over it, kissing her nipple and her neck and throat and rubbing his big cock on her naked leg. She reached down and put her hand on it and said, 'Jeez, does every guy have one this big when he gets grown? Come on, touch my pussy with it. You don't have to worry about getting me warmed up for it, I been getting hot ever since I knew what you were going to do to me."
"He said, 'Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm going to ream that young cunt out for you good and proper. Here ... let's see what you can do with the head of it!'
"He jabbed it between her legs and I watched the moist fold of her lips open as he pushed it in until all I could see was her curly bush and the shaft of his cock disappearing into it. She bit her lip and wiggled her fat tits in front of his face. 'Oh wow, what a tool! It's great having a ... ahhhhh ... a man's in my pussy."
"But when he started to slide the whole thing in and really go to town on her she put her hands on his chest and pushed just hard enough to keep him from going on in. He was sweating like mad and dying to get on with it but she said, 'Wait, it's not fair to leave someone out of the action."
"That was my cue. I dashed in with my nightgown raised high. My twat was so hot from watching I was dying to have it worked on. Daddy about shit when he first saw me and started to raise hell but Imogene calmed him down fast by telling him if he wanted to keep socking it to her he'd better use his mouth on me. He knew right then what we'd pulled over on him but he was too near to getting what he wanted from her to do anything about our little plot. I hopped on the bed and stood on my knees in front of him above Imogene's head. It kind of embarrassed me to have another girl see my twat so close up but I was so horny I didn't really let it bother me. Daddy saw he was going to have to do what I wanted if he was going to get any loving from Imogene.
"I said, 'Come on, daddy, admit it-you like what you did to me that time you were drunk. Don't be ashamed of it just because you're my pop. Just give me the same I gave you and enjoy it. Can't you see I'm dying to have you suck me off while you fuck Imogene? Look here-doesn't this look like good eating stuff?'
"I pointed to my naked, moisture-drenched pussy as I spoke and he bent towards me. I put my hands on his shoulders and felt his nose sniffing around ray crotch as I pressed his head down and offered myself to him. The bastard had loved it when I sucked his for him but he seemed leery about putting his mouth on me. He'd been so drunk he didn't know that I brought myself off by rubbing my twat on his snoring lips when he dropped off to sleep.
"'Go ahead, why don't you give Claire what she wants? Just because she's your daughter doesn't mean her pussy's made of stone. She needs some action as much as I do,' Imogene whispered from below us.
"Then he did it. Cripes, I went wild when I felt his tongue dart out and fill the space between my lips! I reached around him as far as I could and grabbed his back for more leverage. My virgin pussy felt like a stream of hot, thick oil was gushing into it as his tongue licked me all over. He had finally quit holding back and playing like he didn't want to and was giving me the kind of mouth action I'd suspected he wanted to.
"When Imogene saw me getting such a good mouthing from him she opened her legs wider and let him stick his cock in all the way like he'd been craving. She bucked her ass under him and yelled, 'Oh yes ... go ahead and do it to me ... now you can fuck me for real ... ummmmmm!'
"From my kneeling position above her head she was looking right up where daddy was sucking my pussy and could see everything he was doing. And as I looked down from above his head I could see him squeezing her tits with both hands as he drove his prick into her juicy box.
"She said, 'Cripes, Claire, you should see what I see. From down here I can see everything your dad's doing to you. Gosh is he going wild on you! Ummm, watching him lick and suck your pussy is almost as good as having him bury his big prick in mine!'
"Then daddy started moaning and said, 'You two little bitches are getting my goddamned cock hard as a rock ... you're gonna make me ... oh, shit ... you're gonna make me get my nuts off any minute!'
"I was awfully near to coming anyway and when I heard him talking dirty like that it was the exact touch I needed to bring me off. I swung my ass back and forth against his fat wet tongue and enjoyed a climax that thrilled me to my toes. When I fell back and lay down on my back he didn't even take his mouth out of my crotch until he made Imogene come too. He humped her hard and heavy until she squealed she was getting it for herself and then he shot his wad into her and collapsed on her stomach. All three of us lay there for a few minutes and in a little while I started things off again by going down on my knees and licking the come off his prick.
"That got him hard again and both Imogene and I took him for everything he was worth, which was plenty. This time he sucked her pussy while he fucked me. We both knew darned well my cherry would be busted but we were so horny by then it didn't make any difference and I went crazy from the feel of his cock in me. Remember, in spite of all my hot desires, I hadn't been truly fucked until then. It was every bit as good as I thought, too.
"Afterwards daddy swore us both to secrecy and said he'd give us both plenty of action if we'd keep our traps shut about it. He said he could go to jail for it and we'd both be put in girls' reform school if anybody ever found out.
"That was two years ago when we were both just thirteen. Ever since then daddy's been giving us such good loving we can't wait to get in the house and pull our panties down for him. Imogene and me have had kids fuck us plenty of times since then but we've agreed none of them give us the thrill daddy does. I go on lots of dates but I just tease the boys by letting them have a few feels. I save my real loving for my daddy. Sometimes a guy will get me kind of hot when I'm with him on a date. But most fifteen-year-olds aren't hip to all the stuff I like to do so I don't even give them the time of day. I think they'd be scared to death if I asked to have my pussy sucked ... and that's my very favorite thing. Besides, I like to do the sucking, too-and no kid I've met yet has a cock anything like the size of daddy's for me to go down on. Like I said, why let any of them in my panties when I got something better at home?"
Claire's case history displays characteristics that are common with regard to the subject of incestual oralism, in addition to displaying some that are highly uncommon. This is a major reason for the inclusion of this particular study in the book.
Her increased interest in sexual matters upon attaining the age of puberty is, of course, a normal development. This is also true of her expressed interest in acting in the role of voyeur-especially when a focal point for her latent voyeuristic inclination is as accessible as her older brother happened to be. It is not even statistically abnormal for her to have been moved to perform masturbation on her still-developing genitals under the duress of such strong visual stimulation.
Barring the comparative rarity-although it should be stressed that this instance is far from unique-of incest, there is one striking fact which renders Claire's case highly unusual. Her use of her young friend to excite her father into seducing her, so that he would grant her the sexual favor she herself sought, is very unusual in my experience. It is obvious the girl strongly desired her father to repeat the sexual attentions he had bestowed upon her while intoxicated, but the manner in which she overcame his initial resistance to further incestual relations was strange, to say the least. One might think that if she were at all attracted to her father in a sexual way she would have been extremely jealous of any attention shown toward him. Yet we know from her statements that she actually promoted the sex encounter between her father and her friend Imogene.