Chapter 5
'KID SISTERS CAN RUIN EVERYTHING'
"'Hey, Maxine!' Dad yelled, struggling through the airport mob to the luggage dock. I guess he had caught a glimpse of her somehows-he was supposedly tall and striking-but I don't know how; that mob was something else! I held my sister Alice's arm, just to keep her from being washed away in that sea of people.
" 'He's seen her,' Alice said to me, and I nodded, still trying to inch closer so we'd stay close to Dad. Eventually, Dad did come back to us, and he had what appeared to be a Miss America, or Mrs. America, I guess, on his arm. He was beaming.
" 'Kids,' he offered, as soon as we were where we could hear ourselves think, 'this is your aunt Maxine, my absolutely favorite sister.' Turning first to Alice, he added, 'My daughter Alice.'
" 'What a pretty little niece,' Maxine said, 'and, look how you've grown! You must have been eight or nine when I saw you last. How old are you now?'
" 'Fifteen, Aunt Maxine,' Alice answered, obviously pleased.
" 'And this is Robert. He's just finishing high school.'
"I extended my hand, though it seemed awkward with a woman. She stepped toward me and I to her, something like a friendly attraction, I suppose. Her hand grasped mine, lightly, and she said, 'Now, this is what I call a strapping boy. Hello, Robert.'
"Something seemed to happen right then. I don't know if it was the way she looked at me, or the way her hand felt, but I do know that we each took a sort of special note of each other. I withdrew my hand, which seemed to have remained in hers just a split second too long, and said, 'Pleased to meet ya, ma'am,' and then immediately felt stupid. I sure could have said something better than that.
" 'Well, this is really going to be an experience,' Aunt Maxine said, and she grabbed us two kids, one by each arm. 'Here I am, never had a child of my own, suddenly inheriting two of them, practically grown.'
"She certainly had a dental-ad type smile and she was dressed in a beautiful red suit. It was all set off with one of those funny upswept hairdos. God, but she was built! I know she was taller than me, and those spiked heels just added to it. I know Dad's at least six-three, and she seemed to be looking at him at the same eye level.
"After a few more of those gushy family things, like 'What have you been doing?' and 'How's the job going?' we wound our way to the parking lot, got in the car and went home. In the car, Maxine sat in front, and neither Alice nor I failed to note that she occasionally leaned over and whispered something in Dad's ear, after which they both laughed. It didn't really amount to anything much, but it did seem strange for a brother and sister who hadn't seen each other for years, and were for all practical purposes unknown to each other, to be acting so intimately. One would think they had been lovers instead of relatives.
"At home, it was a wild mess. Luggage, rearranging things, squeezing in dinner, wow! I couldn't sneak off to bed fast enough.
"It was about two hours later, and at about the usual time, that my door slipped open silently and Alice crept in, silhouetted by the dim hall light. Without a word, she crawled into bed with me, snuggled up close, and dropped her right hand to my. ready prick. As always, she locked her mouth onto my right ear and started sticking her tongue into it. At the same time, she began stroking my cock.
"By this time, Alice knew exactly what I liked and what I didn't care for. She snuggled up close and began stroking my prick a little faster. I wanted to lay back and enjoy it, but, as usual, she started bugging me.
" Tut your finger in my cunt,' she whispered.
" 'Okay,' I whispered back. 'But don't squeal like you usually do-remember, we've got somebody new in the house tonight.'
"Yes, anything you say-just hurry and get your finger in me.'
"She turned around in the bed so I could get at her little slit better. Then, when I wasn't fast enough, she grabbed my hand, skinned one finger into her own hand, and jammed it into her pussy. This sister of mine was too much! And this had been going on over a year! It was a wonder I still had enough strength left to go to school.
"Alice always squirmed around a lot and made so much noise that it was a minor miracle Dad hadn't discovered us up to now. This time was no different. My finger sank into her tight but finely oiled love hole and right away her ass came off the bed about a foot. Her gasping intake of breath was itself loud enough to be heard down the street.
"'Please,' she gasped, 'Oh, yes, PLEASE--deeper, faster, HARDER!!! '
" 'Goddammit, Sis,' I growled, 'I'm going to stop altogether if you don't control yourself. What would you say if Dad walked in here right now?'
" 'I don't care. Give it to me-give me something.'
"I knew better than to talk about it anymore. Little Alice had one of those trigger-happy pussies that must have been lined with little pouches of 'Instant Pussy Juice.' If I touched her arm at the dinner table, her pants would get soaked. And when this little sister of mine was like she was now, there was just nothing to do about it except spread her out and fuck her. Usually, I had to hold a hand over her mouth to keep the whole neighborhood from catching on, and even that was awfully difficult, because Alice liked to wriggle and squirm, and sometimes even flip around like a floundering fish, and that required the other hand to hold her. In other words, fucking my kid sister was one hell of an experience.
"There was one real good thing about it, though; she was a top-notch piece of ass, and she wasn't fucking anybody else. Whenever she went on a date, the guy had to settle for a hand job, or nothing. That's the way she was. I guess I sort of loved her, in my way.
" 'Now godammit, Alice,' I whispered to her, 'I'm going to put it in, but tonight it's very important that you don't squeal like a stuck hog like you usually do.'
'"Oh, Robert, I'll try-I really will. But hurry. Oh God, but I need it bad.'
"I rolled over into position and already the dumb brat was flipping around on the bed so much I couldn't have found her cunt if I'd been a top dart shooter. And she was moaning loud, too. And my prick wasn't even touching her. I made up my mind. I put one arm around behind her shoulders in a vise grip. Then I put my other hand tightly over her mouth. Then I told her to reach down and put it in.
"She did. When my cockhead touched her warm moisture right at the clitoris, you'd have thought I had branded her with an iron. Her ass came forward and two pincer-like legs whipped up over my back. Then, holding me in that scissors as tight as a pro wrestler, she flung her whole body onto my cock, while at the same time pulling me into her with her leg lock. My cock sank in-the whole seven inches of it-right up to my balls, and I thought for a minute I had stuck my dick in a vat of hot oil full of little invisible mouths.
"Then she started her regular thing: pumping, hunching, humping, and thumping-her ass worked like it was attached to a cam shaft, and she ground it from side to side and, on top of all that, she had all those little invisible interior mouths going at full speed. My little sister was something else!
"Then my strength wasn't quite up to the job. I really wasn't holding her quite still enough, and sounds were coming through my clamped fingers over her mouth. I struggled harder and knew I had to get this over somehow.
"I strained now to hurry my cum, and in seconds
I could feel it welling up in my balls the same way the earth pushes up those bubbling mineral springs into actual waterspouts. And then the hot shots rifled out of me into that supersensitive cunt of Alice's, and I had to strain like a weightlifter to hold her in the bed at all. I guess she was climaxing-but I never really seemed to know about that; my baby sister appeared to be climaxing all the time. All the time she had a prick in her, anyway.
"Finally, miraculously, I got her settled down a little and we were lying side by side on our backs. I wanted to get her back to her room as soon as possible. It seemed to me that we had been stretching our luck a lot lately.
" 'Fuck me again, Robert. Please.'
" 'Are you crazy? We just got through, and I still can't imagine how we didn't raise the whole house.'
" 'But I'm so hot-my pussy feels like it's got-well-sort of like electricity in it.'
" "That's too bad. Now I want you to get up and...'
"Listen!' Alice interrupted.
" 'What?'
" 'Listen,' she repeated.
"Sure enough, there were sounds coming from somewhere, and mighty peculiar sounds, too. Both of us got up and tiptoed out into the hall, and then, following our ears, neared the guest room where Aunt Maxine was staying. The sound we were hearing was a low moaning, something between a cry of pleasure and of pain, and we figured-at least I did-that she was either having a nightmare or else was playing with herself. And that second possibility really put me on fire. Just the idea of anyone so utterly and lushly feminine as Aunt Maxine with her finger up in her snatch and tossing on the bed was enough to make me shoot in my pants.
"The door was shut. The sounds were continuing, but now that we were closer, it seemed they were sort of conversational sounds. I don't mean there was a conversation, but the sounds sometimes formed into words like 'yes' and 'oh, yes,' as if instruction or encouragement were being given.
"Our curiosity was killing us. Alice was on her knees just ahead of me and I was leaning over her with my ear to the jamb. The sounds were indistinct, but they were continuing. I tried to remember if this door was one of those which squeaked, but I couldn't recall. I wanted to open it very much, and when Alice whispered up to me, 'Let's try to peek in,' it was all the encouragement I needed.
"I grasped the door handle and turned it. So far so good. I pulled very lightly and it opened without a sound. I pushed a little further and a crack appeared and light streamed into the hallway! Whatever was happening, it was happening with all the lights on.
"This time it was Alice who couldn't wait. She pushed the door and the damn thing opened a foot. We could both see in clearly.
"My mouth fell open in surprise, for there was that gorgeous hunk of woman, spread out just as if Indians had staked her to the ground, her knees raised high; and between them, just finishing with her, but with his tongue still slurping, was Dad.
"Aunt Maxine's back was arched up off the bed and her face was grimacing and twisted. Our angle was such that I could see the big hairy cunt, laid completely open; folds of pink, then brownish, and finally-toward the outside-brown-purplish lips, all waving and flapping and covered with stringy gooey spit and cunt juice .....
"Dad was apparently just cleaning up things.
Aunt Maxine looked to be exhausted, perhaps collapsed, and Dad's licking now was certainly not designed to excite. It was more like a kindness. I don't know if he had already fucked her or not, but there was a big stream of shimmering liquid leaking out of her snatch, and Dad was troweling it up on his tongue before it could get onto the sheet.
"Aunt Maxine was recovering now. She began talking.
" 'Oh, Henry, that was just perfect-just glorious. You're just as great a stud as you were when we were kids. Except you didn't eat me then. You've come a long way.'
" 'You too, Maxine,' answered Dad, finishing up with a last lick at her glistening cunt. 'You were my first fuck twenty-five years ago, and for my money, twenty-five years was too long to wait.'
" 'Oh, yes, Henry, I feel that way, too. Now that we've got our marriages out of the way, we can do just about anything we feel like-maybe even....'
" 'Maybe even what?' Dad asked.
" 'Oh, it sounds so corny, but I was going to say that getting back together with your first lover is kind of like-well, regaining your youth.'
" 'Nonsense, our youth is gone forever.'
" 'I know, I know, but there's something around here to help us. Don't you know what I mean?'
" 'I guess I don't. What?'
" "The kids, silly. Haven't you ever taken a close look at your daughter? She's turning into a real doll.'
" 'Yes, I had been thinking about that, but it seemed so . ... '
" 'Oh, don't be silly Henry. I'd fuck that beautiful nephew of mine without a second thought.'
"My prick almost jumped out of my pants. It" was already rock hard just from watching Dad lick Aunt Maxine's huge, steaming hole. Alice, who was kneeling before me, guessed as much and reached back to test me for hardness. Pleased, she reached inside my robe and started jacking me off very slowly. It was all terribly exciting, especially when I heard the next bit of conversation.
" 'Are you serious?' asked Dad. 'Would you really let Robert fuck you?'
" 'Right in my hot snatch, brother dear. Right now.'
" 'Well, well,' Dad answered, 'now that's what I would have to call an interesting thought. I'd certainly want to see it.'
" 'And to be perfectly truthful with you, Henry, I would just love to see you sucking on that daughter of yours. I'll bet she's got the sweetest little cunt in the world.'
" 'One thing at a time,' interrupted Dad. 'You mentioned Robert first.'
" 'Well, I wasn't kidding. Where does he sleep? Show me.'
"When I heard that, I was just about to turn and run back to my room, but then I heard, 'No, not tonight. You promised me a blow job, remember?'
"Then I heard some more low murmurs which I couldn't decipher, but it sounded as if they were going to skip me for tonight. I was pretty put out about that, but I had to admit that I was also very interested in what was going on. The trouble was, my cock was about to explode and Alice's massaging hand wasn't helping things any.
"And then it happened. Alice was trying to speed up her rhythm on my prick, and she was on her knees awkwardly in the first place, and she lost her balance. Falling against me a little, she let out a little 'Oh!! ' and that was it.
" 'What's that?' I could hear Aunt Maxine ask.
" 'I don't know. I'll see.'
"I almost got away but Alice never had a chance, because she was sprawled on her ass, her robe open and displaying her wet little slit just as big as life when Dad stepped to the door. Maxine was right behind him, and as soon as they saw Alice they looked out in the hall and saw me attempting to sneak toward my room.
" 'Well, looks like we've got a couple of curious kids out here. Maxine,' Dad said.
" 'My, my,' she answered. 'How interesting! Maybe we'd better have a little talk with them, don't you think?'
"A few moments later, Alice and I felt ridiculous standing before Maxine and Dad. We each had our robes on but they were just as naked as they had been while we were peeking.
"They asked us a thousand questions, which we answered very truthfully, because that's the way it was in our house. Anyway, Dad soon knew that Alice and I had observed him in the act of eating Maxine and, most importantly, that we had overheard the plans they had for us kids.
"Maxine asked, 'What went through your mind when you heard me say I'd like to fuck you, Robert?'
" 'I thought it sounded great.' " 'And how about your father and Alice?' " "That sounds great, too,' Alice said, almost giggling.
"Dad looked at Alice and laughed, then added, 'I have to agree, honey. Look how hard my cock got when Maxine said that.'
"We all looked down at Dad's cock. It was a tremendous thing, kind of purplish on the head, with big, thick, blue veins running all up and down it. I know it was both longer and fatter than mine, which was nearly seven inches to the tip.
" 'Well, I've seen your dad's already, Robert;
I'd much rather look at yours. Why don't you take off your robe?'
"For a moment I was embarrassed, but I knew there was no reason to be. I stood and took off my robe and my cock sprung out from captivity like a released spring. It stood straight out, proud and hard, and I felt very good about the appearance it made.
" 'For a boy your age, that is marvelous!' Maxine exclaimed. 'Come over here and put it in my hand.'
"I did as she asked, stepping over and then standing before her. She lay my prick in her open hand and then leaned forward to study it very closely. It seemed she read the veins as if they were roadmaps, then she pressed the head to make a little droplet of cum accumulate on the tip. Next, she squeezed my balls a little, as if to determine that they were full and ready, and then she looked up and asked, "This nice hard on-did you get it thinking about me?'
" 'Yes, it got hard while I was watching Dad eating you.'
"She eyed me suspiciously and then sent her examining eyes over to Alice. 'Or could it be,' she asked, 'that someone else gave it to you?'
"Dad picked up the insinuation at once. He was quick to grab at the idea. "Tell me the truth, Robert,' he asked, drilling the question at me, 'have you been fucking Alice?'
"Well, like I said, we have always been a very truthful bunch in this house, and besides, I'd already heard Dad say that he planned to fuck Alice himself. So I simply answered, 'Yes, Dad, I've been fucking her for about a year.'
" 'I'll be damned,' he said, and it was impossible for me to tell if he was angry, disappointed, or what.
" 'What else have you kids been doing?' Maxine asked.
" 'What do you mean, "What else"? ' put in Alice.
" 'Oh, you know, dear. Things like sucking. Have you tried that?'
" 'I've kissed Robert's cock a little, that's all.'
"Dad interjected, 'Well, that's something you'll have to learn, young lady, if you're expecting to be a hit with your dad.'
" 'Hey, I've got an idea,' Maxine interrupted, looking at each of us in turn. 'Anybody interested?'
"Our expressions told her to go on. 'Okay,' she continued, 'now you kids heard your dad say that I had promised him a blow job, didn't you?'
" 'Yes,' we said in unison.
" 'So, why don't I do that little thing, and give you some instruction at the same time?'
"She was addressing this last to Alice, of course, and she got just the reaction she wanted. 'Oh, I'd love that,' Alice answered enthusiastically. Then, more seriously, she added, 'But Aunt Maxine, will I be learning properly? Are you really an expert?'
" 'All I can say is watch and listen, and make up your own mind.' "
It doesn't require much acquaintanceship with life and reality to recognize that the bizarre story being recreated here is a very rare occurrence on the American or any other scene. Certain fragments from this case history actually vie in extremity with the incestuous orgies of Vedic India and ancient Egypt, and for pure licentiousness, with the Saturnalias of Rome.
We deal here with several forms of incest: pedophilia (in general, and nymphophilia in particular); then, we are confronted with a peculiar form of sexual cross-connection spanning a generation of male/female pairs. This last facet would be of consuming interest even if the incestuous overtones were removed.
Our dealings, which were only with the narrator, Robert, were lengthy, and we are gratified to be able to report that the consultations and referrals to others of higher medical competence did, in fact, reorder and restructure this young man's life to such a degree that it might be said that the worst of his scars are now disappearing. In brief, he functions well in society and does not exhibit any of the signs (brooding, misanthropism, withdrawal) which we look for in these cases. This writer has been told privately by one of the analysts who subsequently treated Robert that his adjustment was considered "amazing."
Disposing of things one by one, we come first to a topic which seemingly is outside the sphere of the book. That topic is nymphophilia, the sexual attraction for a younger female by an older man. Technically, the female should be a "girl" or "nymphet" to qualify for this dubious distinction, yet Alice's age is close enough to compel the raising of the general question. The reason we used the word "seemingly" above is that nymphophilia is, in fact, little more than the obverse of pedophilia. Which is to say that many of the doubts and stresses which draw older women to young boys occur in equitably similar fashion in the older man and thus bring on nymphophilia, which may be considered a "collateral" aberration to pedophilia.
But there are complicating factors if one carries the comparison further. Men, for example, face the-likelihood of impotence in declining years, and thus fear it. Women do not face this problem.
Also, the nymphophiliac is often an exhibitionist, while the pedophiliac female is so much less often. We draw this parallel since exhibitionism itself indicates quite reliably the amount of fear which resides in the patient. The exposing of one's genitals to a child is usually just another way of seeking approval; the difference is that approval is asked of someone so young that they will not be experienced enough to disapprove. It's like hedging one's bet.
Perhaps the most interesting and cogent summary of the forces involved here can be gleaned from R. E. L. Masters in his book, Sex-Driven People, wherein is stated:
Probably the most commonly accepted theory as regards causation is the Freudian one which advances the notion of an unresolved Oedipus complex. Here, any mature female is equated with the mother. And, since coitus with such a woman thus would activate the unresolved conflict, the desires are fixed rather upon the children. Yet, once again, it would seem that at most we have an explanation only for rejection of the mature female as object of desire. The nymphophile's specific desire for the child still goes unexplained despite some attempted amplifications. Also, one wonders, were this theory valid, would the nymphophile, in so many instances, prefer a child whose breasts, though small, have started to develop; who has scant, but not entirely absent, pubic hair; and who, in other ways, gives evidence of approaching womanhood? Why would he not prefer a still younger child who exhibits even less evidence of her femaleness? Or does the nymphophile, possibly, seize upon these signs of the female because he does crave femaleness in the sex-object, but can tolerate only limited amounts of it? If that is the case, then might he acquire this deviation rather than, say, homosexuality for the reason that he is able to tolerate somewhat more of the feminine than can those homosexuals who also are in flight from woman and possibly from incest?
In the opinion of this writer, the most interesting element for consideration in this history is that one which deals with the structural breakdown of the domestic unity to which most of us are drawn and which we cherish as a primal institution. Considering the losses versus the gains-in absolute terms-in any surrender of the framework of family unison, as happens, say, in divorce, one is prompted to accept the premise that the ties of the home are multifold and interdependent. When one element is subtracted or made ineffective, every other element is affected. In the case of simple domestic disharmony or even separation, it is often possible for the older members to intellectualize what has happened and to pass this rationale down to the younger members in such a way that it "sells."
But these tactics only work where the "destructive" elements are controllable; that is, where they are not of a compulsive, degenerating, or greatly exploitative nature. It is one thing to explain to a ten-year-old that the father "won't be with us anymore"; it is quite another to redeem the father in the eyes of a daughter he has molested. Drawing upon our case history for direct translation of these differences, one is quick to see that the breakdown is not recognized by any of the principals, and that no visible disaffection has occurred. On the surface, one might hastily conclude that nothing much is psychologically amiss-which, of course, is contratextual to everything written on the topic.
As we proceed with the narrative, it will be seen that something indeed is amiss. But to put this in proper perspective, it must be retained in the mind of the reader that since all humans are born plastic (psychologically) and as adults are simply the products of all their experiences, different people develop varying degrees of tolerance for stress. One man faints from fright at the sight of a weapon; another falls upon the bearer of the weapon and seizes it. Each was responding to stress, but one had thicker psychological armor.
It is patently foolish to believe that newly pubescent males or females can ever regard the parent of the other sex as a viable sexual object (viable as opposed to unconscious) without some form of encouragement. That is why father-daughter incest is so much greater in frequency of occurrence than mother-son incest. The natural daughter is a budding sexual object in the biologic awareness of the father (and most often in his subawareness, too), but the mother's biologic awareness is keyed to many other things. The typical mother can see her son as being sexually attractive, but she does not permit him to become a sexual object. Hence, the matter of incentive becomes very important and answers the question of the lopsided ratio of occurrence. There is incentive for father-daughter incest; there is little, if any, for mother-son incest. And, as all of us know, there is no such thing as sex at all unless someone makes an initial move of some sort.
The problem of incentive seems to have solved itself in our case history. But then, we should recall that we are dealing with what amounts to a rehash of an earlier incest (Maxine and Henry had engaged in sibling incest as young adults and probably resolved their consciences in some degree at that time-thus it would have been domestically acceptable to each of them to help promote an extension and enlargement of the happiness they seem to have enjoyed. The expansion and inclusion of others within the "clan" might be interpreted as proselytizing.
These conjectures and others will doubtless cross the reader's mind as the story unravels.
" 'You sit right over here, Robert, so you can see. And you, Alice, you get right here on the edge of the bed, because I want you to see everything up close-every tiny detail-and I also want you to be able to hear me very clearly.'
" 'Hear you?' Alice asked. 'Why?'
" 'Because I'm going to give you a very thorough lesson; one that I hope you'll never forget. I'm going to give you the benefit of experience that has taken me all my life to accumulate.'
" 'Gee, that sounds super,' Alice answered, and then sat on the edge of the bed as she had been instructed. I was sitting pretty close myself, and when I heard Maxine explain what she was about to do, I scooted my chair even closer. As for Dad, he was lying naked on his back on the bed, looking for all the world like an interested spectator and little else. He had a pillow under his head, but he also had his hands folded in back of his head, all eyes and ears geared for the show. He reminded me of the guy relaxing on a Sunday afternoon watching TV from an outdoor hammock. The giveaway, of course, was his prick. That thing didn't look relaxed and clinical in the least. It was a miniature granite monument, complete with landscaped shrubbery at the base, and as for its readinesswell, I'll bet I could have counted Dad's pulse rate just by timing the expansion and contraction of one of those soda straw-sized blue veins running all over it. It was about the general size of a stick of dynamite, or maybe one of those fuses they use for flares at highway accidents, and gave the impression of being just as volatile as either.
"Everyone was settled into place, with Alice, of course, being afforded the seat of honor, since it would be she who could gain the most from the instruction. There was one last thing bugging me, and so I made an effort to clear the air before the class commenced. I asked Aunt Maxine, 'Auntie, when we kids go to school and teachers tell us things, we usually have a pretty fair idea of that person's credentials simply because the school screens them. How can we be as sure that your credentials are top-notch?'
" 'Well, you darling boy, I'll answer you in two ways. When I get through blowing him, ask your father if I have exaggerated my ability or knowledge. Secondly, I lay claim to two things: I have had wide exposure to a variety of pricks, and I have always been an apt pupil myself. You'll just have to accept that for now.'
" 'For Christ's sake, let's start,' said Dad from the bed.
" 'Don't get impatient, Henry. This is going to be something special.'
" 'What do I get first, the blow job or the conversation?'
" 'Both. I'm going to mix them up.'
" 'Oh shit,' he groaned, 'that sounds like an exercise in frustration! What happens if I'm just starting to come and you decide at that moment you should make point seven a little clearer?'
" 'Relax, sweet brother. I won't spill a drop. Wait and see.'
"After another moment of friendly hassle like that, the first class in a new curriculum, Cocksucking 101, began.
" 'First of all, Alice,' Aunt Maxine began, 'since you're such a young girl, I suppose I should begin with the fundamentals-right?'
"Alice smiled, which was answer enough. I found myself fascinated by the situation and also by the spirited attitude of this voluptuous aunt of mine-and as for Dad, he was saying things like, 'For Christ's sake, let's get this show on the road!'
" 'Alice,' Auntie continued, 'you should understand at the very outset that sucking a cock-fellatio is the proper name-is an acquired art. You have to learn it. This is because the mouth is not a natural cavity, if for no other reason than that it's got teeth in it. Another thing, try to remember that sucking cock is a fact of life, plain and simple. It's not new, it's not evil, it's not sick. The only things bad about it are those things imagined in the minds of people who are still captives of narrow-mindedness. It's absolutely necessary that you understand that we are talking about something natural, not something unnatural.'
" 'Yes, I accept that,' Alice said, obviously intrigued by this unexpected approach.
" 'All right. With that out of the way, I'll go on to the matter of technique.' At this point, Aunt Maxine was sitting between Dad's outstretched legs, facing his sinister-looking cock, which she now took between a thumb and forefinger, as if it were a laboratory specimen.
" 'Now then, one gets the idea that you can just take this thing and plop it into your mouth like a peppermint stick, which is okay unless you believe as I do that anything worth doing is worth doing well. Now you will notice that your father has a pretty hefty prick and that it certainly isn't going to all fit in my mouth. The dimensions just won't work-which brings me to pricks in general. There are a few basics about them you should know.'
" 'Goddammit, Maxine,' Dad interrupted, 'the least you can do is skin it back and forth a little while you're talking.'
"Maxine began a light skinning to appease Dad and then continued, "The size and shape of a penis has a lot to do with how it should be sucked. For example, if it curves up like a cutlass when hard, the only lady who could accommodate it frontally would have to have either a harelip or a cleft palate. Obviously, this type of cock has to be approached in a prone position from the topside-you know, the "69" position-so that the curvature of the cock matches the natural curvature of the soft palate leading to the esophagus.'
" "That makes sense,' Alice agreed.
" 'But understand, the average penis curves neither up, down, nor markedly sideways. And believe me, the straight ones, like your father's here, are a joy to suck. It's best, however, if the size is moderate and the shape consistent. To be perfect, the head of it should be neither too bulbous, nor skinny and pointed, and the shaft of it should be uniformly cylindrical-that is, having the same diameter from tip to root.'
" 'like mine?' I asked.
" 'Yes, more or less,' answered my Aunt. 'Yours is quite nice. But back to the point. Before going on, I must explain something about the consistency of pricks in general, so that you won't be fooled by appearances, Alice. There is, first of all, the "half-hard" or "hanging" prick which makes a striking appearance and leads a lady to think she's going to be in for quite a battle of it. The hidden flaw in this machinery is that is doesn't get much larger; for instance, it might increase from six inches to six-and-a-half inches. Nor does it get much harder. The damned thing has a sort of India-rubber consistency under all conditions.
" "The second kind, which is called either the "Accordion Cock," or the "Surprise Package," looks quite small when the man is unexcited, sometimes appearing to be little more than a swelling of the groin or a large pimple. It is, when fully flaccid, literally withdrawn. It would seem that this is not the most desired kind of prick for a man to have, but they don't call it a surprise package for nothing. Sometimes these little cocks erupt upon excitement into formidable pricks many times the original size, and of a hardness much greater than that achieved by the "half-hard" type cock.
" 'So, don't draw premature conclusions, Alice. Appearances deceive and you really can't make a final judgment until you're actually right down there taking care of business. After a while, a girl develops a sort of "sixth sense" about these things and you can sort of judge on the basis of other things, like when you're dancing. Beware of guys who get a hard on too easy. They come too fast.'
" 'I'm glad you brought that up,' moaned Dad, whose hands were no longer behind his head, but held straight down at his sides, fists clenched. 'Either stop completely or else bring me off-I can't stand much more of this!! '
"Aunt Maxine chose to drop her hand from Dad's prick, and I guess Dad hadn't really meant so strong an ultimatum because his face looked stricken. Continuing, Maxine said, "The ideal prick for sucking should be just a fraction less than fully hard. To give it a top-notch blow job, it must have a little bit of resiliency and give. Remember, the mouth is not like a vagina; it has three surfaces which must be kept out of extended contact with a guy's cock: the teeth, the palate, and the underjaw-since they are all hard surfaces. The only really good contacts are with the lips, the tongue, the inner surfaces of the cheeks, and, best of all, the throat. Now then, I suppose I could sit here and explain all night long how these different kinds of contacts are both achieved and avoided, but it would be pointless. You'll only develop that kind of know-how by getting out in the world and sucking some cocks. You should start at home with your dad and brother. Try your best to learn from their comments; go so far as to seek criticism and inquire what techniques please them most. Become a student!! '
"'Oh, I will, Auntie; believe me, I will!! ' answered Alice, who was obviously caught up in the fervor of Aunt Maxine's enthusiasm. 'I can't wait to get started.'
" 'Patience, darling; all things in time. For now, I want you to clearly understand that cock-sucking is like any other craft; excellence only comes from experience and application, plus whatever inner artistic resource one might draw upon.'
"'Oh, I'll try, Auntie, I'll study hard and really try!'
"I was understandably confused by Alice's spirit. Since I had been fucking her, she had indicated a definite reluctance to go down on me-for that matter, she didn't even care to have her cunt eaten. I guess this new outlook was all brought on by Aunt Maxine. Maybe some of Alice's true desires-things that other girls had been telling her were wrong-were just now coming to the surface. One thing I was sure of though-if Alice was serious about wanting to get in lots of practice, I'd work her into my tight schedule somehow.
" "The idea of the whole thing, Alice, is to capture a sort of vacuum in your mouth. This is done by controlling the breath. When the prick enters, the control of this trapped pressure acts as a pump as the penis moves back and forth. At this point, the cheeks must maintain a certain flexible consistency so that an exciting pressure is sustained and level. You must also sustain a sort of resistance to both the pushing forward and moving backward of the prick, all the while making sure it touches only the lips, inner cheeks, tongue, and throat structure, so that if it were to be withdrawn unexpectedly, there would be a kind of soft, wet, pop!'
" 'I don't think I understand, Auntie,' Alice said.
" 'Well, let's see. I guess you could say it's the same kind of sliding with-and-against pressure that one experiences when she tries to free the cork from a bottle of champagne. You twist this way and that, pull it, push it, all within a small area and with relative ease, but then things become more difficult as you reach the mouth of the bottle. Then, all of a sudden, pop!'
" 'Oh!' Alice remarked, as if comprehending.
" 'You can try it on me, kiddo, if you're still in doubt,' put in Dad.
" 'Or me,' I added.
" 'No-not only no but hell no!!! ' countered Maxine, who was clearly caught up in her own kind of passion right now. She wanted to be sure that Alice understood everything before anything else happened. "That, essentially,' she continued, 'is the proper way to suck a cock, Alice. There are variations, of course, but I want first to get on to another very important part of the discussion which has to do with preparation. I said very important; what I really meant was-all-important. Truthfully, it should not even require discussion, and I regard it as a sad commentary on human sexuality for us to even need to spell it out. And yet it seems there are countless men and women both who just don't understand the importance of the warm-up.'
" 'I'm warmed up,' said Dad. 'Right now, I understand it perfectly.'
" 'Yes, I know,' answered Maxine, effectively ignoring him, 'but, Alice, take this seriously. It's the same for women as for men. What I mean is-you have to be fondled and caressed and played with a long time before you're ready to fuck, don't you?'
" 'I do?'
" 'Well ... most women do. Now try to remember that. A woman needs attentions, low speech, whispering even, and a lot of tender touches and caresses before her cunt actually gets good and soaked. Sucking a cock is like that. You have to touch and fondle, and tickle and kiss and lick the guy all up under the balls and around the ass-hole, maybe poke your finger in his ass-hole a little, and then you even have to do the same thing with the prick itself, little by little, making sure you get saliva on every part of it. Kissing and licking the stalk of the cock lubricates it good with spit and excites the guy into a raging hard on. But the thing to remember, and probably the most important thing of all, is that this kind of excitation is reciprocal. That means it works two ways. You can't possibly get the guy hot without getting yourself hot, too. And now, listen to this: when you do this thing right, this preparation, it will not only get you good and hot, too, but it will do something strange to your muscular responses. You will find that you are actually preparing yourself to take a prick down deep in your throat which is actually too large to fit into your throat! Not only can you take this oversized instrument way down, you'll discover that if you are properly prepared, there won't even be any discomfort or nausea. Here you'll be, with a piece of meat laying in your throat that would ordinarily strangle you, and you'll be completely at ease. I know a little housewife who slips out with me once in a while-her mouth is so small she can hardly get a cigarette into it, but I'd bet anything she could take all of your father's prick right down. It's because she knows what she's doing and loves it.'
" I'm sold,' Dad cut in. 'Bring her.'
" 'Oh, be quiet, Henry. I'm about through, and then we can have Alice get started. I only want to add one thing.'
" 'What's that?' I asked.
" 'I just want to say I believe everything I've told Alice, and that I'm willing to work with her until she perfects her own style. Somehow I've got the impression she's got the makings of an artiste. It's important that she be encouraged, because there are too few of us. Too many women are content to lay down and let a guy stick his prick in her and rattle it around like a spoon for a while and then go home. Men shouldn't have to accept this kind of treatment. For my part, there's a hell of a thrill knowing that I can get down on a guy's prick and balls and affect him to the point that he'll just lie back, eyes closed, and float off into a world of undersea languor where nothing else matters.'
" 'You're beautiful, every way there is,' I told Maxine.
" "Thanks, darling,' she answered, and then added, 'So much for the words. Now, Alice, get over here on the bed and place yourself in between your father's legs, and then do everything I tell you.'
"Alice jumped up and moved into place between Dad's outstretched legs, positioned up tightly near the crotch. Then, unsatisfied, Aunt Maxine asked Dad to move over nearer the edge to make room for me. Now it all made more sense. I got up on the bed and lay down next to Dad. It was a good thing it was a king-sized bed or he and I would have been touching.
" 'Now, watch me and don't do anything until I stop. I must observe you carefully or I can't really help you.'
" 'Go ahead, Aunt Maxine, I'm watching,' Alice told her.
"Well, the only report I can give has to do with things I felt. I could sense the bed sinking down as Aunt Maxine climbed between my legs, and then, after a few moments, I felt this light finger lay my cock back so that it was flat on my stomach, and then this warm bathing tickle started under my balls. I just lay back and savored it. I could hear female voices in the background, but I wasn't interested in anything they were saying. It went on and on, the talk back and forth, the explaining and demonstration, but all I was really aware of was the great tongue that ministered to me. It had done everything in the way of preparation, but it hadn't progressed beyond licking the balls and up and down the shaft. Now I had some idea what Maxine had been talking about-I was certainly prepared.
"Then it stopped. And even as I was coming to out of my warm euphoria, I heard voices of instruction again, and knew that Alice was now going to try the same thing on Dad. This I had to see. I propped myself up to watch.
"Little Alice apparently had been so hot just watching Maxine that she had started fingering herself, which Maxine made her stop, on the grounds that a schooling session shouldn't be interrupted by things like that. Alice stopped. Crouched down low between Dad's legs, she began imitating what Maxine had done to me. It actually seemed kind of nasty to see that young, innocent-appearing child's face descending down to and then underneath Dad's big hairy balls. When she let her tongue out and started flickering around his ass-hole, she reached up and laid Dad's enormous prick back on his stomach just as Maxine had done mine, and then she made her way from the ass-hole to the balls, and all around and on them, and then, perfect student, she progressed to the meat of the cock itself, working upward the whole circumference of the cylinder; almost, but not quite, working on the head.
" 'Jesus, this is too much,' sighed Dad. "Then Alice quit, as instructed, and settled back to watch Maxine again. I leaned back and closed my eyes, waiting for the thing to begin. There was a delay as Maxine gave a few additional instructions, because, it seemed, she was going to finish me off all in one instruction period, and she wanted Alice to react properly when my cum hit the back of her throat. She warned Alice that she suspected Dad would come quite a lot, and that if it was too much for a first-timer, Maxine would be ready to help.
"Anyway, I lay back again, and Maxine began on me. A few preparations to compensate for the time lapse, and then I felt this marvelously warm cavern descend upon my cockhead. It tasted and swirled a minute and then began its engulfment of my prick. Down, down, warm, warmer, and oh! so wet and slimy-slick. Her tongue remained active, bathing everything. Up a little, down a little further, up all the way-nearly out of her mouth, and then, down like a plunger, all the way to my balls.
"And again and again. It was no wonder I just threw my head back and stopped fighting it. I had been so hot to start with that I knew I wasn't going to last long anyway. There it was! Jesus, it came up from my bowels, it felt like, enormous waves of it, one after the other, and dear Aunt Maxine handled it all without hesitation whatever; I could hear it going down her throat and I felt her sucking harder to get even more of it, and towards the last, her sucking on my spent penis became something very near to a pain. At length she raised herself, disengaging my prick, and I sort of just fell into another world of exhaustion and contentment.
"But I didn't want to miss Alice's first try. I propped myself up again, and listened to the coach's last-minute prep talk, explaining what to expect now, and then Alice began. If I was any judge at all, Dad must have been twice as hot as I had been.
"He was. That little-girl face warmed him up some more, then went up to the top and tried to get Dad's fat cockhead in between her lips. It was as if she were trying to put a fist in her mouth. But somehow she did it, and then, miracle of miracles, she even got about two inches of it into her mouth. Maxine was yelling in instructions from the bench, and Alice was trying her best to comply. Up she came, down again, gaining maybe a half-inch, and then again and again, and soon I could hear Dad sighing like a man caught in a small convulsion, and I could see Alice's progress by the wet spit on Dad's prick. Up and down she was going, faster and faster. Quite a pupil.
"And, not too long after it had started, it was over. I knew Dad was awfully hot. First I heard an audible intake of breath, then I guess the first shot barreled up, next I heard Alice squealing from her throat, and I guess it was just too much. Alice flew off Dad's cock as Maxine pushed her away, and during the short second that Dad's cock was uncovered, just one spurt got away, but it was a beauty, coming within an inch or two of the ceil-'ing, then descending with a wet plop on the bed.
"Maxine was on it immediately, capping the gusher. She went into high speed strokes, and believe it or not, she took that whole cock, all nine inches of it, blue veins and all, right up to the hilt in such a savage first stroke that I thought the momentum would grab up the balls, too. And she didn't stop-or even slow down-until Dad was writhing on the bed and begging her to stop.
"But I was no longer interested. My eyes were heavy and my balls were drained. I fell off to sleep right there.
"The following day broke bright and early for me, although Maxine and Dad seemed to be too cozy to get up. Alice, also, came springing out of her room like a jack-in-the-box, and the two of us were cheery and energetic as we went through the preparations for going to school.
"Walking together to school (something we rarely did), I made it a point to feel her out, to see how she really felt about the previous night. No matter how I tried, I could not get a bad response out of her.
" 'I can't wait to blow you, Robert,' she said.
"And then, later, 'Robert, do you think Dad will want to fuck me tonight?' I told her I had no idea, but that I imagined he would be interested. 'You can help, you know, if you make sure Maxine is preoccupied.'
" 'Anything for my kid sister,' I answered, and we both laughed.
"That's roughly the way it worked out. When Aunt Maxine found out that night that Alice already knew most of the standard tricks having .to do with fucking, she just sort of dropped the 'instructor' bit, and we all concentrated on having fun. For my money, Aunt Maxine was a terrific fuck, except that her cunt was a little large. In the weeks and months that followed, I came to think of her as a blow job, and not much else. That doesn't mean I didn't appreciate her as a person, because I did-very much. She was considerate and knowledgeable and nothing was too much for us kids. Furthermore she brought the best out in Dad. He became a much more concerned parent, and our home life became the most important thing for all of us. We rarely went out partying. What happened at home was of first importance.
"We used to trade around a night at a time, and then later, for a week at a time. I'm convinced that we all loved each other; in different ways, perhaps, but all of it very good. Alice especially loved to get one of Dad's hard, long-lasting fucks, for instance, but when my turn came, she was just as enthused. She learned to give superb head, and eventually Maxine even told her she had become an artist. That was quite a compliment, considering the source.
"Then something very strange happened to us. I don't know what it was. Some kind of a rift developed between Maxine and Alice. I didn't take sides, because by this time my deepest affection had shifted from my sister to my aunt. I was, I think, even then falling in love with Maxine. Helping all this to come about was Alice's attitude-she was getting kind of uppity about her sexual ability. Maybe Dad praised her too much, I don't know.
"One other thing it could have been was this: one night we asked Dad and Maxine how they got started in the first place when they were kids. Maxine confessed that their family used to have a big German shepherd watchdog (they lived on a ranch), and that one time Dad barged uninvited into Maxine's room and found the dog lapping at her cunt. That led to Dad and Maxine's first fooling around with each other, and a few hours later they were fucking and sucking, something they continued until they left home. Maxine, when questioned, also admitted that she had taught the dog to mount her-both ways, from the back and the front-and give her one of those furious dog-fucks.
"Later, that same night the story had been told, Alice and I were wrapped in each other's arms and Alice confessed to me that the story had disgusted her and that she had lost all respect for Aunt Maxine. As I said, that could have been responsible for what happened, I don't really know.
"What I do know is that I woke up one morning and discovered that I was living alone with Aunt Maxine. We found a note and some documents regarding money. They had apparently been preparing this for some time. They said they would visit once in a while, and send back for their things. The gist of the message was that they had decided to go somewhere" and pass themselves off as husband and wife. They declared their undying love for each other. Altogether, it was a touching note.
"Anyway, that left Maxine and me together. At that time I was going on eighteen, and Maxine was pushing forty. Now we're each three years older, and we're still together, and I can't imagine what could happen to break us up. I can't imagine, for that matter, a happier existence. And I doubt that many people in this world enjoy as much quality sex as I do."
The foregoing history obviously speaks for itself and stands by itself. It happens to be from a combination of tapes and written submissions from the subject, now a man of twenty-four who is currently under therapy.
As is usual in such cases, the principals are not really so "gloriously" happy and free of "hang-ups" as they themselves seem to believe. If we were to choose the one single trait most prevalent among these interviewees, it would have to be their declarations of "happiness and adjustment," when, in fact, no such thing is in evidence. Underneath these stories, although space has not permitted a thoroughgoing exposition of all the data, there seems to be a universal self-doubt, an accruing fear of reprisal (from the heavens, possibly), and a tendency to avoid societal relations of a more common and healthy nature.
Robert, the narrator, is not yet aware that he fears time and age will deprive him of his love. He feels, if anything, that it is not he who will sever the relationship, but Maxine, and that her motive will be altruistic, realizing that she no longer possesses the appearance and energy which originally helped attract the young man. Maxine is approaching fifty, a most difficult time for a woman, a time of doubt and much need for reassurances.
Borrowing a term from the moneylenders and bullionists, we would presume that "on balance," the prognosis here is not encouraging.