Chapter 1
The Opera Ball
"I don't know what made me do it, perhaps I'd had too many schnapps, but I took my daughter, Simone in my arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. To my later horror, Simone responded. Pressing her body close to mine, I felt her ripe breasts-Sheila's breasts against me. In my drunken state Simone was Sheila. Sheila has come back to me, I thought as I ripped off the buttons that held the front of Simone's dress together. She did not offer the slightest bit of even token resistance; she just stood there, smiling, as I took those two gorgeous globes into my trembling hands and smothered them with kisses.
"The next thing I was conscious of was that we were lying on the bear rug in front of the flaming fireplace and Simone was tearing at my fly with great fury. The more the old passion was aroused for Sheila, the more Simone became Sheila. I struggled out of my pants as Simone-Sheila lay on her back, delicately removing her silken panties and spreading her legs wide, at the same time reaching towards me with welcoming arms. I mounted her, my aching penis ready to burst. As I entered, I cried out in sheer ecstasy; I could feel the exquisite contractions of her cunt massage my throbbing penis.
" 'Sheila! Sheila!' I shouted as I plunged my sex rod deeper and deeper into that golden crevice.
"She cried out in return, 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' as I shot load after load of pent-up sperm into her.
" 'What, Simone?' I cried as it suddenly and cruelly occurred to me that this was Simone, my very own, lovely daughter, I was so violently fucking. She was crying out 'Daddy' not in fear or repulsion but in absolute ecstasy. She wanted me, my own daughter was happily having an orgasm with her own father.
"I suddenly felt nauseated and pulled out and returned to the sofa, where I sat down and poured a stiff belt of schnapps, which I quickly downed.
"I looked at Simone, lying there on the bear rug, glassy-eyed, with a look of triumph and extreme satisfaction on her face. Her legs were still apart and her cunt hairs shone golden in the firelight. I saw the residue of my semen dripping out of her cunt and onto the fur of the rug. She was breathing very hard and obviously still was in an orgasmic state. I was sick with self-disgust. Simone smiled at me, rose from the rug and came and sat down beside me on the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulder and kissed me gently on the temple. I shivered and drew away from her, but she held to me even more tightly. 'Oh, Daddy,' she said in velvet tones, 'I've wanted you for so long.'
"I was in no mood to be consoled. I, to my own sense of shame and as an offense to my own standards of morality, had committed the most horrible of all sexual offenses-incest! How could I, as drunk as I was, have been insane enough to imagine, even for an instant, that my seventeen-year-old daughter was my long dead wife, Sheila. I must have been mad-a fiend, the kind of monster one reads about in the tabloid newspapers. I just couldn't believe that I had been capable of such an awful thing. Simone was sitting there, telling me that everything would be all right, and that she had always wanted to have sexual relations with me, ever since she first became aware of her own sex-hunger. In my drunken state, I thought that since she didn't feel the least bit guilty about it, why should I? I staggered off to my bed. My sleep that night was haunted by the most erotic of dreams.
"I awoke the next morning with a tremendous hard on. I wanted Sheila-oh, God! how I wanted Sheila. I suddenly realized that I wanted Simone! I ran to her room. Throwing open the door, I beheld my lovely daughter, lying spread-eagled on her bed, reading the morning Tagblatt. I saw that golden-tressed vagina smiling at me, and beyond that the two gorgeous mounds of her breasts, surmounted by those cherry-like nipples. Simone put the newspaper aside and said, in that velvet tone of hers, 'Come-lie down beside me.'
"Numbly, guiltily, I did as she bid me. I still had this big erection, and it didn't take her long to work on it. As she gently tickled my balls with her delicate white hand, she placed her tongue against my throbbing shaft. It quivered with absolute delight. Conscience be damned, I thought. This is gteat, and I'm keeping it in the family.
"Just as I was about to ejaculate, Simone abruptly ceased her tonguing titillation and swung herself up and over me, sitting down on my surging cock. I had no intention whatsoever of pulling out this time, that was for damn sure. Her vagina closed tightly around it and held it in almost a vise-like grip as she bounced up and down just as if she were riding a trotting horse.
"I was in absolute ecstasy. I gazed up at her through half-closed eyes. Her beautiful tits were bouncing in contrasting rhythm to the movement of her torso. If I could've, I would have raised myself up until I could have sunk my teeth into those ripe nipples that bounced so enticingly before me. I felt surely, in my passion, my cock would burst or break off inside that beautiful hollow of pleasure.
"Simone kept bouncing up and down with increasing abandon and her eyes-the pupils, that is-were rolling up beneath her eyelids. The area on her bosom between and just above her breasts was turning pinkish, one of the few genuine signs that prove without a doubt that a woman is experiencing orgasm. She was giving out short sighs, each one a bit higher in pitch than its predecessor. I was wild with the urge to come. When I could hold back no longer and finally released my surging juice, Simone gave out a groan of immense and total satisfaction. She collapsed atop me, burying her face in my neck and shoulders. She began to sob-not tears of heartache, but tears of happiness. She said that she was gloriously happy-the happiest that she had ever been in her life. I was happy, too, in that moment. I had never been able to recreate Sheila, and now here was Sheila in the flesh, Sheila's own flesh. I was, quite understandably, deliriously happy.
"Simone was not yet satiated. After recovering from her tearful outburst of joy, she started to kiss me on the lips first and then commenced to work down the length of my body. I don't think there was a spot that she missed, not even the cracks between my toes. As spent as I was, I still felt the fires of passion stir within me. I felt a slight pain, like a sprained muscle in my balls and then I felt the first inkling that I might be able to maintain a second erection. My gaze fell upon Simone. She smiled and, scrunching down on the bed, she placed her face over my no longer dormant cock.
"She was smiling as she took my cock into her mouth. The head of it scraped against her exposed teeth. It hurt kind of nice. As she started sucking upon it, I felt a twinge of pain. Her tongue felt like sandpaper, so sensitive was my cock's surface, but I didn't dare ask her to stop. I really was getting very, very hard again. Suddenly Simone threw her leg over my head and lowered her fragrant pussy onto my face. It was warm and drippy from our mutual ejaculation and emission. I began to use my tongue to agitate the lips of her vulva. It trembled in voluptuous response. Then I gently, with the tip of my tongue, massaged her tiny clitoris. She began to squirm with pleasure. I then wrapped my arms about her hips and pulled her down to me as close as I could. I began blowing into and then sucking back my own breath from her pussy. She wriggled and sucked even harder on my cock. Myself, I was sucking her so hard it was a wonder that her pussy didn't turn inside out.
"She was going up and down on my cock so intensely that I thought any moment it would either catch on fire from the friction or be totally uprooted. It was so swollen and gorged with blood I was sure my veins and arteries would soon burst. Simone's perfect white teeth were delightfully tickling. Finally, unable to restrain myself, I came. It was a great gob of the hot stuff, not as much as my first salvo, but enough to cause poor Simone to gag a little. But she managed to contain it and herself. I heard her gulp and then eagerly swallow the essence of me. I could tell that she savored every sticky, sweet drop of it.
"It was obvious that we had reached mutual orgasms. Once again she collapsed on top of me, but she managed to keep my cock in her mouth. I ejected the last few drops of sperm that it contained and as it began to go soft and shrink she still sucked it and rolled it around her mouth with her tongue.
"We continued to play our erotic games until exhaustion overcame the both of us and we drifted off into a deep sleep that lasted until late that afternoon. I really began to feel that
Sheila was once again back with me. When Simone and I were locked together and our secret passions blended until they were one, she became Sheila. She looked like Sheila, talked like Sheila and, by God, she even fucked like Sheila!
"For the rest of the holiday season, Simone and I stayed holed up in the lodge. Christmas became an orgy for two.
"I never worried much about Simone and other men. I was a very protective father, but I realized that my protectiveness had been just a mask for my incestuous jealousy. To put it into blunt words, I had always wanted Simone, since it first dawned on me that she was the image of her late mother. Only now did I become aware of my subconscious lust for my own daughter. It didn't take me long to reconcile myself to it, with considerable pleasure, as a matter-of-fact. We became inseparable from this time on.
"One time in Vienna our delicious secret was discovered. In the Prater amusement park there is this gigantic ferris wheel. The people who take this thrilling ride enter individual little cars that somewhat resemble minute railway carriages. Simone and I were snuggled together in one of them on a cold November's Sunday. As we were reaching the apex of the ride Simone laughingly suggested that wouldn't it be even more thrilling if we could have some sex high above the rooftops of Vienna. I replied like the good sport I always considered myself, 'Sure-I'm game for anything!' Simone then got down on her knees between my legs and, drawing the heavy woolen blanket over her head, proceeded to unzip my fly. Her hands were a trifle cold and I jumped a bit as she pulled my cock out from its warm hiding place. She kissed the tip of it several times to entice it to a proper hardness. Once this was accomplished, she opened her mouth and let her lips surround its head and then descend down the length of its shaft. Then slowly she began sucking on it with a loving technique that she had so ably mastered. I felt it get bigger and bigger as she so industriously concentrated on her pleasure. I let my head rest against the back of the seat and succumbed to the thrilling experience. In fact, I was so engrossed in my erotic ecstasy that I was not aware that the big ferris wheel had stopped.
"I was just in the process of coming into Simone's expectant mouth when the attendant opened the doors to the car. In alarm, I jumped up and so did Simone. The blanket dropped from her head and shoulders, and poor Simone looked directly into the faces of two octogenarian ladies who were waiting to board the car. Precisely at that instant I shot my load, catching Simone squarely in the face. Hastily returning my still erect cock to its proper place and still zipping up my fly, we dashed to a waiting cab that luckily was waiting nearby. Once safely in the cab and some distance from the Prater, we both started to laugh.
"I said, 'Now I know what a person with egg on his face feels like.'
" 'It isn't egg, darling,' Simone replied with an impish grin and reached for my lapel pocket handkerchief.
"Life was beautiful for us. In the course of my operatic career, I sang guest performances in just about every opera house in German-speaking Europe. Simone was always by my side and in my bed.
"I loved her body. Milk white and slim, she was the exact incarnation of Sheila. When I was with her it was like she was no longer Simone; she was Sheila. Her lovely breasts, so pure, so delicate, were delicious. And that glorious snatch, every inch of its sensuous lining, it was the cathedral of my heart. When I plunged my eager cock deep inside it, an angel sang and I was in heaven. One night when we were in Salzburg for the Mozart Festival, she came into my room. I was lying in bed, reading. She looked lovely. Clad in an almost transparent negligee, she approached me. I put my book aside and she lay down next to me. Her body was soft and trembling. I knew the passion that was raging inside her as she kissed me on the side of my neck just below my right ear and her hand slid down and through the fly of my pajamas.
"The book dropped quickly to the floor as my cock responded to her touch. It got hard immediately. She ran her fingers up and down its length as its instantaneous growth forced it through the opening. Simone slipped off her negligee and sat there doubled over on the edge of the bed teasing my eager tool. I ran my trembling hand up and down her smooth back, my fingertips feeling the excitement rise in her body.
"She shifted position in such a way that her pussy was right alongside my face. She then raised herself onto one elbow and, darting her head down with a swift motion, began sucking on my cock. She went down only an inch or so the first time. Taking her mouth from it, she looked up at me and smiled. She knew that I wanted it and wanted it badly, but she was in a mood to tease me. She went down again, this time a little farther and it was driving me crazy.
"After a few minutes, I couldn't take the 'teasing' anymore and I speeded things up by grabbing her golden tresses and pushing her head down to my belly. She took the whole scene in stride. Her lips descended right down into my bush of pubic hair. My cock was so far down her throat that it started to bend-at least it felt like it was bending. She didn't choke or gag. She wriggled her head and the sensation was so great that it was all I could do to keep from coming right then.
"As I fought back the urge to ejaculate I noticed her legs start to part. Her beautiful snatch was about a half-inch from my nose. Simone did not have a great amount of pubic hair so the pinkness of her vulva showed through-enticing me. Those precious lips were moist with love dew and looked delectable. I kissed those lovely lips and let my tongue slide in between them. As I agitated her clit with my probing tongue, she shivered with excitement and sucked harder on my cock. We rocked back and forth in this sixty-nine position with such strenuous movements that it was a miracle we didn't roll off the bed.
"I could feel my cock swelling to its greatest capacity. The head of it was so big and gorged with blood that Simone could hardly keep it in her mouth. Every so often her teeth would scrape it and the pain was like being stung with a thousand bee-stingers. But, it was so exhilarating that I could only moan into her wet pussy. I felt her vagina contract around my tongue, caressing it like it were a small erect penis. She was having trouble catching her breath so I knew at any moment she was going to achieve orgasm. Simone, in orgasm, was something absolutely fantastic. Her whole being responded to nature's most gratifying gift.
"First her body went rigid and she would throw her head back, eyes tightly screwed shut. Her mouth would be wide open, forming a perfect oval. Her cheeks would be flushed and her fingers would dig deep into whatever part of my anatomy she was clinging to. Her chest would heave as she sucked in tremendous amounts of air and she would start to wail-softly at first and then expand slowly to a full crescendo. It was a chilling experience to hear this almost inhuman sound emit from her throat.
"I knew that this was about to happen once again so I pulled my face from underneath her and attempted to change position so that I could mount her in the proper way. I wanted to share in this jubilation. She let go of my cock with a loud popping noise and rolled over on her back, crossways on the bed, spreading her legs apart quickly. I thrust my cock home as soon as I was in the proper position to do so. It felt so good to slide it between those lovely moist lips. I managed to shove it back and forth a few times before she began her climax.
"I was pumping and she was humping in perfect harmony as she started her long 'arpeggio.' I shot my load and it seemed that a ton of scalding hot semen forged its way out of my aching cock and balls. She pushed up tightly against me, her back arching away from the sheets as I pressed hard against her pelvis. It seemed as if she was sucking me dry. Her vagina, contracting tightly around my cock, finished the last massive thrust.
"She stopped moaning and her whole body relaxed as I started to pull out and climb off. 'Daddy! Don't!' she sobbed. 'Leave it in just for a while.'
"I let my tired cock remain where it was and we shifted onto our sides where we could be more comfortable. This also enabled me to take my tremendous weight off of her. I weigh in excess of 200 pounds and Simone is only five feet two and probably doesn't weigh more than one hundred and five, at the most.
"We lay there, quietly locked in one another's arms for about twenty minutes. My cock had grown very soft and shriveled by this time, but Simone's vaginal area was still warm and moist. Every so often she would press up against me and I would get a slight tingle as her vaginal lips touched my sensitive head. 'Daddy?' Simone was looking into my eyes as she asked me this question: 'Would you put your cock into my rectum?'
"I was shocked at this query. I replied with dismay that I was surprised that she would utter or even contemplate such an unnatural request. But, in thinking about it-it did seem like an exciting thing to do-it was the one place I had not been. Seemingly able to read my thoughts, Simone freed herself from my embrace and leaped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. Within seconds she had returned with a jar of petroleum jelly. Hurriedly twisting off the lid, she dug her slender fingers into the jar, scooping up a large gob of the lubricant. Her hand was so hot that the jelly was quite warm by the time she applied it to my cock, which was beginning to get erect again.
"Once the jelly was liberally spread over the head and shaft of my stiff cock, Simone lay down alongside me and backed her butt up to my hip. I turned on my side and gently guided my cock between the cheeks of her ass with trembling fingers.
"At the entrance to her bunghole, my first exploratory thrust was brought to an abrupt halt. It felt like my cock had rammed into a brick wall. 'I'm sorry, Daddy,' Simone said in a regretful tone of voice. 'I guess I am a little tense.' I tried it once more and this time her rectum opened up enough to allow some of the head in. It was tremendously thrilling. With her help, and a little time, I finally had my cock wedged deep in her shit shaft, at least as deep as her fat little buttocks would allow.
"God, was she tight! No vagina in the world could be as tight as my daughter's ass-hole. I could tell by the way she was reacting that she was thoroughly enjoying this excursion into new sexual joys. I began to shove it in and out. Carefully, so as not to dislodge my precarious position I increased the thrusting movement. The petroleum jelly was a great help since the vaginal lubricants were missing in this area.
"I reached my arm slowly around her tiny waist and, groping downwards, I found the entrance to her pussy. I agitated the lips of her vulva and the tiny clitoris that popped up in response to my probing. Simone was sighing with delirious pleasure. She said it felt like she were being fucked 'twice at the same time!'
"We were both getting excited. It was all I could do to keep from coming prematurely. Simone was reveling in complete ecstasy and I was feeling pretty wonderful myself. Her rectal tube was completely relaxed ind my prick was sliding in and out with complete freedom.
"Simone started to get rigid once again. I knew she was building up to a tremendous orgasm. My hand was agitation-plus in her sloppy-wet pussy and I thrust into her backside with all my force. Simone started to moan-it was almost a scream this time.
"My sperm surged forth with force I would have thought myself incapable of. It roared into her ass-hole like a gushing flood. Perhaps the roar I was hearing was just my imagination, for I felt that a massive tidal wave was sweeping over me. I could barely catch my breath.
"I took my hand out of Simone's cunt, for it was all I could do to hang on. She was wriggling in sheer ecstasy. I had hold of her tightly about the waist. She was backing her butt up to me with all her strength and I was pushing my surging dick into her with all the power I could amass. I was dizzy with the thrill of it all. She kept contracting her sphincter muscle with all her might. The muscular control there in the anal area was vastly superior to the vaginal counterpart.
"By the time our mutual orgasm had subsided, we were covered with sweat. But we both felt deliciously wonderful. I started to go soft and Simone released me from my happy prison.
My cock slid out with a slurping sound and lay sticky and dead-like against the inner part of my thigh. I looked down at it; my poor old cock was very red and very sore.
"I rolled over on my back and Simone cuddled next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Everything was still fuzzy around me and I did not want to break the beautiful silence with some banality. I felt too damn good. Simone remained silent also. She lay there, with her eyes closed and ran her finger around my left nipple. It tickled but failed to arouse me at all.
"I lay there, one arm behind my neck, the other around Simone, who was sleeping like an innocent child. I contemplated my sore cock; it had been where no other cock had been before. I was delighted with my smug feeling of lustful triumph. I felt like I owned a part of Simone-and would own it-forever. It was a good feeling and I was enjoying every second of it. I wondered if Simone's anus hurt as much as my cock did.
"She looked beautiful lying there, cradled in my protective grasp. The sweat on her body was drying now in the cool night air and tiny goose-bumps appeared on her flesh. I felt I should get up and close the window or at least pull the blankets up over us, but I didn't dare move as I dreaded being distracted from the wonderful feeling that I had. I looked at her lovely breasts. The nipples were still somewhat distended. They looked like the proverbial pink, ripe and succulent strawberries. I removed my arm from behind my head and reached down and caressed one of them. Simone stirred gently, a slight smile on her face as she turned and snuggled closer to me and, at the same time, extended a hand down to my cock. The coolness of her palm and fingers coming in contact with it was very soothing. I soon found myself drifting off into a restful and trouble-free sleep.
"I awoke from a wildly erotic dream to find Simone jacking me off. I was fully erect and ready for action as she moved into a suitable position for fellatio. I was all for this. I went rigid with excitement as her warm moist lips surrounded my eager organ and with each descent my excitement increased. Her head was bobbing up and down at a fantastic rate, her golden curls flouncing around her head like a vibrating halo.
"Simone's hair was hanging down in front of her eyes and I couldn't see her face. I reached down and, with stroking motions, brushed the hair back from her face. The sight was delightful to behold. Her lips, so pink and natural without lipstick, formed a perfect oval around my cock. The small globs of saliva glistened in the morning sunlight as they dripped from the corners of her mouth. Eyes shut, she was almost frowning with her abject concentration. She was working on me like a piston within a cylinder. I wanted to blow my nuts in the worst possible way, but I decided to hold back for a little while longer in order to properly relish this delightful and most gratifying experience.
"She tried something new this time. At the very second that I felt I could no longer restrain myself, she would instinctively slow down and I would relax a bit and let the 'ejaculation urge' subside within me somewhat. We kept repeating this technique until I developed such a case of the 'stone aches' that I didn't dare hold back any longer. I shot my load with great force and relief. The hot sperm erupted into her mouth with such momentum that she almost gagged. But she kept on sucking until the last vestige was vacuumed from my cock. It felt like it would collapse inwardly. She greedily swallowed all of my ejection and rested her head on my heaving belly. 'Good morning, Daddy,' she said to me very sweetly, 'did you enjoy that?' I replied that I had, but not quite as much as I had enjoyed the experience on the evening before. 'We must try it more often,' she said. I answered that I would have some very special memories of Salzburg. She laughed and said, 'Yes, let us refer to this exciting analistic activity as "The Salzburg Variations." ' I joined her and we arose and got dressed for breakfast."
Before his suicide at the age of forty-eight, Hanns S-made a tape recording of his experiences which he submitted to a famous Viennese physician who was a close friend of his. The case history presented in this book is an excerpt from that tape recording and is presented verbatim from the pertinent segments. In the recording, Hanns tells his entire adult life's story, beginning with his marriage to Sheila.
At the age of twenty-three, Hanns, who was just beginning his promising operatic career, was presented with a baby daughter, Simone. He and his wife, Sheila, had been very happily married-so Hanns believed-and he was thrilled with the prospect of being a father to such a beautiful child. His ambitious striving for stardom in the opera world was doubled by the responsibility of this new member of the family.
Completely unaware of any lack of love between himself and the wife he adored, Hanns was stunned and incredulous when Sheila suddenly ran off with a Rumanian orchestra conductor, deserting him and taking their child with her. At this time, the child, Simone, was barely three years old, but it was obvious that, although she felt no love left for her husband, Sheila still cared for the child.
Shortly after Sheila, her baby and her lover reached Bucharest, they were involved in an automobile accident which proved fatal to both Sheila and her lover. The little girl, who had been in the back seat, suffered only minor injuries. Hanns, reading of the accident in the local newspaper, contacted the Rumanian authorities, and rushed to recover his beloved daughter, the only remaining vestige of his broken marriage.
Hanns, still very much in love with his wife's memory, tried to block out the fact that she had run off with another man. He grieved deeply and became extremely emotionally upset by her death. To him, her absence had been caused by death; there had never been a secret lover who had stolen her away from him. This short, but agonizing piece of his life, he pushed deep into his subconscious, acknowledging only Sheila's death. To Hanns, Sheila died his wife, the woman he worshiped and who loved him in return.
As Simone blossomed into lovely young womanhood, Hanns could not help but notice that she bore more than a little-likeness to his Sheila. In fact, as young Simone grew, the resemblance became more and more noticeable, until Hanns began believing that Simone was almost a reincarnation of his dead wife. As this striking-likeness became more and more evident, Hanns became increasingly jealous of his daughter, and his attitudes towards her turned to extreme overprotection.
Oddly enough, Simone found the fact that she was not permitted male companionship outside the home not in the least disagreeable with her. She had become completely devoted to her "poor widowed father" who remained a martyr in her eyes. She felt it was her duty to replace the woman who had meant the most in his life, and so she tried to become his wife in every way.
Although the incestuous relationship between Hanns and his daughter Simone may shock and revolt many of those members of the civilized society who read about it, incest has been with us for centuries as an unacceptable form of sexual behavior. As the sexual barriers of today's permissive society are continually giving way to forces of the new breed, it is possible to forecast a more general awareness and, tragically even, a tolerance of such sexual practices.
Although the act of incest is a crime in all fifty of the United States, the penalties for being convicted of this crime vary from state to state. So wide a variance is there in penalties for this crime, that in some of the fifty states the crime is on the books as merely a misdemeanor, while in other states it is classified as a felony with a penalty as great as twenty years to life.
Often stepparents, having had sexual relations with members of their spouse's family, have been indicted and/or convicted of incest even though they are not related to the incestuous partner by blood. The extent and import of the crime, as has already been stated, varies from state to state. In some states, to marry a cousin is illegal, while in other states the relationship is limited to immediate family only. There are a couple of states in which the laws against incest are so stringent that any blood tie at all is enough to constitute incest.
Children are usually the unwitting, though often willing, partners in most instances of incest. A child, feeling no sex guilt at an early age, may willingly participate in coitus or oral sex in an effort to please his parent, or possibly from fear of reprisals if he rebukes his parent's advances. Sigmund Freud's concept of "infantile sexualism" indicates that sexuality exists in the child and, therefore, it is indeed possible to develop this latent sex urge into overt action at just about any age or stage of sexual development.
Alfred C. Kinsey, in the same vein, states the following:
In most human cultures outside of our own, sex play starts, just as it does among the lower mammals, as soon as there is sufficient muscular coordination and any sort of social integration. Children as young as two or three may engage in some sort of play, and by five or six they may regularly engage in play which at least imitates coitus.
Much of the play may amount to nothing more than inter-femoral or inter-labial intercourse (placing the penis between the thighs or the genital lips of the female) but vaginal penetration can be effected by some boys. Sometimes this play receives encouragement from adults.
This is precisely what we have found among younger children of the more uninhibited segments of our own society. In some cultures pre-adolescent sex play continues without a break into adolescent and teen-age relationships. In other cultures there are social restrictions on the continuation of such play as adolescence approaches. In many primitive groups, and in some Asiatic and European groups including, for instance, some Mediterranean and Latin American groups, complete nudity and at least some open sex play may be allowed among younger pre-adolescent girls until they are five or six years of age.
There are curiously mixed attitudes in our own country concerning coitus. Religious and legal codes, the psychological and social sciences, psychiatric and other clinical theory, and public attitudes in general, agree in extolling heterosexual coitus as the most desirable, the most mature, and the socially most acceptable type of sexual activity. Simultaneously, however, the religious and legal codes and much clinical theory condemn such activity when it occurs outside of marriage and thereby to a greater extent than most persons ordinarily comprehend, negate all of these claims concerning the desirability of coitus. Such conflicting appraisals of similar if not identical acts often constitute a source of considerable disturbances in the psychosexual development of youth. These disturbances may have a far-reaching effect upon subsequent adjustments in marriage.
Let us now discuss a psychological problem which most psychoanalysts-and above all, Sigmund Freud, who first called the world's attention to it-have in the past, and still do to some extent, attach great importance to: the so-called Oedipus complex. This Oedipus complex is defined as a subconscious desire to "marry" the parent of the opposite sex, as well as an unrelenting jealousy of the parent of the same sex.
In the case of Simone, the Electra complex (the female equivalent to the Oedipus complex) seems to be in full play since her desires toward her father are quite evident. Simone may also have experienced a hatred toward her late mother for having deserted her father, who she felt deserved the love and fidelity of his wife. She might also have suffered a deep rejection and thus assumed a need for revenge against the woman who had left her alone to assume the responsibility of caring for her idolized male parent.
When Freud first put forth his theory, based on the ancient Greek play "Oedipus Rex," he drew an analogy between a son falling in love with and marrying his own mother, and all sons and mothers. Freud felt that there existed an unconscious desire within all people to hate the parent of the same sex and desire to possess" the parent of the opposite sex. This theory, first introduced to the world well over ninety years ago, was greeted with horror and disbelief by most of his contemporaries. Nevertheless, Freud further produced a more emphatic assertion of his doctrine. It was his belief that this Oedipus complex lay at the root of all primitive morality, and stated this in his Totem and Taboo. His theory was that guilt was the basis for religion and morality, and that this Oedipus complex is based on the concept that there is a strong and natural human tendency, appearing at a very early age, which causes individuals to have a sexual love for their own blood relations.
It was Freud's contention that this natural desire for incestuous relations can only be overcome by strict rules and regulations-and through oppression by society. In other words, by severe repression whether self-induced or otherwise. Most experts agree that the free exercise of incestuous impulses would be disastrous for any kind of family order. These learned experts have been battling about this for years. It is Westermarck's theory that there is a definite natural instinct averse to incest; Freud holds that there is from infancy a strong natural instinct toward incest. Malinowski doesn't accept the "aversion" to incest as natural, but claims that it is introduced by culture, "a complex scheme of cultural reactions."
Havelock Ellis surmises: "There is a sexual attraction towards persons with whom there is a close contact, such persons often being relations, and the attraction being therefore termed 'incestuous.'" This can be a comparatively weak attraction under normal conditions (exceptions noted) and, therefore, quickly overcome when a fascinating new object of desire from outside the family circle strikes the young beholder. In the case of Simone and her father Hanns, the exclusiveness of the opera world and the couple's mutual closeness, coupled with a complete lack of outside interests, created an atmosphere for incestual involvement.
There is no natural aversion to incest present in this case since Hanns and Simone felt sexual urgings which were inverted. In Hanns' narrative, we will explore in concise detail the history and repercussions of incest in an unusual family of the artistic class.
"I always held a great fear that someone who knew us might find out about the relationship that I was maintaining with my daughter. It was fear, not guilt, that prompted me to find a husband for Simone. No one knew anything for a fact-but there were backstage whisperings going on and I dreaded any scandal that would jeopardize my career-or hurt Simone. I was in a blissful state of existence. Simone and I were fucking just about every time we could arrange it. I did my level best to submerge my anxieties and accept life as it presented itself.
"The life that unfolded for us was a series of beautiful sex experiences, travel, excitement and companionship. Then we settled down for a long stay in Weisbaden where I was fortunate to obtain a contract for the whole opera season.
"I even started to teach. I had a pupil, a handsome and wealthy young American baritone who had come to Weisbaden to study. He seemed to be infatuated with Simone and I decided to cultivate this relationship, as he would present an ideal 'cover' and this would put an end to all these filthy rumors and gossip. Things went a little better than I had anticipated and Simone began to find him too interesting. But, I must say, when they came to me, together, and informed me that they wanted to marry-well, it was quite a shock. I managed to mask my emotions and give them my blessings, although I was just about dying inside. I consoled myself with the thought that this would fix those dirty minds around the opera house.
"And it worked, for all intents and purposes. The beautiful wedding was well covered by the European and American press. I looked like the happiest father-of-the-bride in the world. The way I felt on the inside was a totally different story.
"After the wedding reception, the couple stole away to their new apartment in order to leave for their honeymoon. By this time I was well oiled with champagne. Suddenly, I realized my horrible mistake! I grabbed the phone and called Simone, telling her I was desperately ill and needed her at once. She promised to come to me immediately.
"Within minutes, she was at my door, still dressed in her white wedding gown; she looked like an angel. I was burning with passion and jealousy. I wanted her. My groin was on fire and my cock wanted to burn its way through my pants. I knew that I had to have her, at least one more time before that young pup violated her on their wedding night.
"I seized her with all my brute strength and began to tear the wedding gown from her white shoulders. Her lovely breasts heaved into view, those gorgeous globes I had caressed on so many occasions, those delicious strawberry like nipples I had sucked and nibbled upon so many times with raw passion and lust. I smothered them with hot kisses like I had done hundreds and hundreds of times before. She started to protest and cried, 'No, Daddy! No!' But her voice sounded like someone far away. I paid her no heed as I bent her down to the floor without even realizing that she was scratching my face. I pushed the voluminous skirt up over her beautiful thighs and ripped the satin panties from her body. Her cunt, nestled in all that golden pubic hair I loved so much, lay there before me. It took less than an instant to inject my hot, eager penis into her reluctant slit.
"I wanted to come immediately but decided to hold off forever if need be. Simone was trying to free herself from my grasp, but to no avail. I held her tightly and continued to push my swollen cock further and further into her glorious cunt. In spite of her protests, I could feel her respond to my passionate fucking. I felt the muscles in her thighs relax for a millisecond and then tighten once again as she locked them around my heaving buttocks. Her breath quickened and the sobs were less frequent. I chuckled inwardly, fully aware now that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
"I shoved my aching cock in and out of that gorgeous golden-fringed vagina of hers. She was gyrating her hips in counter-rhythm to my own thrusting and heaving motions. I felt so good. I felt the sperm in my cock surge forward and struggle to free itself from its fleshy prison. I didn't know how long I could hold back, but I was trying with all my might to restrain myself. I was enjoying this more than I ever had before. Simone was now approaching orgasm-I could just 'feel' it. It would happen any second. As I gave a final gigantic lunge and began to shoot my load, Simone stiffened and arched her back, and began a slow moan which gradually crescendoed to a loud wail. Her mouth formed a perfect oval. I wished for a moment that I had two cocks, one for her mouth which looked so damned inviting.
"My sperm shot forth with a throbbing, burning sensation that accompanied it. I felt it burst from the tip of my cock and smash into her eager, sucking cunt. It filled her crevice as she let out a sigh of satisfaction and slumped in my arms. I thought for a moment that she had fainted, but the small smile on her lips showed me she was just enjoying the aftereffects.
"My cock was beginning to soften, so I pushed deeper inside. She pushed her pelvis hard against me in an effort to absorb every inch of my now relaxing penis. It felt wonderful. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders. We lay there on the floor in blissful silence. I thought to myself, Sheila! She is so much like Sheila! How can I let her go?
"A gentle knock on the door brought us out of our reverie. I got up off the floor and quickly dressed. Simone made a dash for the bathroom. The caller knocked again, this time a little louder and I heard her husband's voice. 'Just a minute,' I answered and, making sure I was acceptable in appearance, I proceeded to answer the door.
"As he entered the hallway, Simone came out of the bathroom. She looked radiant and very happy. She ran forward and threw her arms around her husband and planted a juicy kiss on his lips. I felt a twinge of jealousy course through my body. It isn't fair, I thought to myself, that I will have to share her with this, this baritone! But I smiled bravely and sent them on their way. Simone threw a conspiratorial wink over her shoulder as they entered the elevator.
"I watched the indicator of the elevator descend to G and then dashed back into my apartment. I looked quickly out the window and caught a glimpse of them entering the rear door of a big, black Mercedes-Benz. In a few short hours they would be in Venice and he would be enjoying the delight of that golden cunt. I felt sick inside. He had no right ... Sheila was my wife and Sheila had come back to me through Simone.
"The two weeks she was gone on her honeymoon was a period of acute agony for me. I went around with a perpetual hard on. I tried balling one of the girls from the chorus, but did a lousy job of it. It just wasn't the same. I wanted Simone. I knew she wanted me also and that made the separation all the harder to bear. I began to resent the guy she had married.
"The thought of her return was the only thing that sustained me during this period. I knew she would not desert her dear old father and that we would be together on many occasions. Nightly I have had delicious dreams of her glorious naked body standing there before me, beckoning me with arms outstretched. I would slide my aching and lonely prick between her throbbing, anxious thighs. My sheets were a mess, morning after morning, but I didn't care. Soon she would return-return in all her sensual splendor to me-her real love!
"They were due back on this certain day so I telephoned their apartment. The maid answered the phone and told me that they had not returned yet. That struck me odd as Simone was a creature of absolute punctuality. I tried every day for the next week but received the same answer, "They haven't returned yet-no, I have not been informed of any details concerning their return.' I was mystified.
"Then on a particular Sunday afternoon, I spotted them coming out of a restaurant in the Gartner Platz. I got held up by the crowd of people on the sidewalk and they hopped into a cab and sped away before I could call to them. It suddenly dawned on me that they had been back and had purposely been avoiding me. I was hurt and concerned.
"The following morning I called their residence and, refusing to be put off by the maid, demanded to speak to Simone. After a waiting period that seemed like hours, she came to the phone. Her voice sounded warm and friendly yet strangely different. I told her how much I had missed her and that I was at a total loss as to why she hadn't informed me of their return from Venice. I asked if I could come over and see her. She said that her husband had gone to Stuttgart for a guest appearance with the opera there and wouldn't return till late that night. She was a bit hesitant in replying to my request but finally asked me to join her for a late supper. The tone of her voice was strange and unnatural, and I was perplexed.
"Riding over to her place in the taxi, my mind was filled with erotic daydreams. How I longed for her sacred white body and that lovely cunt that was nestled amongst those hairs of spun gold. My prick ached with longing for the moist insides of that miraculous organ. In fact, by the time the taxi arrived at her door I had achieved an enormous erection that forced me to almost bend double to avoid displaying it through my pants to the group of dowagers lounging about the lobby of Simone's building.
"The elevator ride up to her floor was the longest elevator ride of my life. I was in rapture anticipating our reunion. I knew she was longing for me, too. The fact that my son-in-law was out of town just suited me fine. I knocked at the door and Simone answered it promptly. She was wearing a lovely pink dress. Her breasts looked marvelous and the cleavage excited me immensely. She said, 'Hi, Daddy,' and I threw my arms tightly about her and drew her firmly against me. She felt the hardness of my prick as I held her tightly to me. For an instant, I thought I felt her stiffen and slightly recoil from my passionate embrace. I was sure that I was wrong. I was positive that she was longing for my familiar prick inside her as much as I was wanting it there. She gently freed herself from my intense grip and we walked into the dining room. A delightful little supper complete with champagne was laid out before us. As we ate I found it difficult to respond to the delightful tales she was telling me about her honeymoon. I could've cared less what happened between them. AH I thought about was burying my face between those marvelous breasts and shoving my aching prick up her wonderful slit.
"We finished off dinner with a strawberry par-fait and I got sexually excited just watching the gobs of whipped cream seductively entering her mouth via the tiny silver dessert spoon. I wished that it were gobs of my own semen.
"After we left the table, Simone retreated to her boudoir to freshen up. I followed her. She was standing in front of her dressing table applying fresh lipstick as I walked up behind her and reached my arms about her, seizing a voluptuous breast firmly in each hand. She relaxed for a brief second and started to half sigh and then suddenly pulled away from me a bit.
"I asked, 'What's the matter, darling?'
"She said, 'Nothing, Daddy, I'm really not in the mood.'
"This was a strange thing for her to say to me, as Simone was always ready for me at the drop of a zipper. By this time I was in a sexual frenzy. I wanted her so badly that my erect penis was already dripping drops of hot sperm. She turned around to replace the lipstick on the dresser and I placed my arm around her waist, picked her up bodily and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could recover, I had slipped out of my trousers and undershorts and had dived on top of her. like I had done a hundred or more times before, I pushed her skirt up above her unyielding thighs and clumsily removed her panties. She was sobbing and crying out, 'Daddy, please don't! Please, oh, please, don't do it!' I smothered out her cry of protest with my shoulder, putting all my weight down upon her as I maneuvered my hips between her legs.
My prick was surging with hot desire as I violently shoved it into her tight vagina. She let out a cry of pain as I plunged it brutally, with tremendous force. It felt so good. Simone sank her teeth deep into my shoulder muscle, but in my mad pleasure I did not even let it bother me. I was so happy, being once again in that well of delight and happiness-Simone's cunt.
"As soon as I started to agitate my hard prick within her vaginal walls, Simone stopped struggling and I felt her coyly push her pelvis upwards to meet each passionate thrust of my joystick. She was beginning to enjoy it. It was at this moment that a particular thought disturbed me. Why was she so reluctant to engage in intercourse with me now? The only thing that had changed was that she had this oaf of a husband. We both had considered the purpose of this 'arranged' marriage, and had agreed that for all intents and purposes it was to stop the ugly rumors that were spreading from opera house to opera house about our relationship. As far as the outsiders knew they were just rumors, and we always managed to be quite discreet. Something must have happened on her honeymoon. I couldn't imagine what it was, but, whatever caused this change of feeling in Simone, I didn't like and I was worried.
"All these thoughts flashed through my mind while I was fucking Simone like the very devil. I felt so warm and comfortable inside of her. It was like Sheila. Oh! How much she was like Sheila!
"Simone was really beginning to writhe with pleasure. Her mouth was half open in that sweet-satisfied smile that always appeared prior to a delightfully anticipated orgasm. I was so happy that I was the one who was providing the rapturous experience. I was pumping madly, and the feeling that I was getting literally tickled my ass-hole. The sides of my prick were hot with the continuing friction and I could feel the head of it swelling to immensity.
"God, that girl knew how to fuck! She was pushing into me with determination as every thrust hit home. I knew I was going to explode gobs and gobs of white, creamy, hot sperm in the very next minute. I held off as long as I could since the sensation was so wonderful-and it had been so very, very long since last I had indulged in this most sublime experience, "She arched her back in one large and final convulsion that almost lifted me into the air. I shot my fiery load into her with a mighty thrust that made my head swim. We were both a mass of sweat as we clung tightly to one another, almost swooning with delightful pleasure and release. This is the way it should be, I thought.
"She had recovered her breath and was kissing my neck ever so lovingly and occasionally taking a playful nip at my ear. "That was nice,' she purred. 'Can I have some more later?'
"I knew it would take some time before I could muster up enough strength to accomplish a satisfactory repeat performance, so I suggested that we open another bottle of champagne. God! It was like old times. I was deliriously happy as I walked into the kitchen to remove another bottle from the refrigerator.
"A few seconds later, I had returned to the bedroom with a glass of the icy bubbly in each hand. I sat down on the edge of the bed and handed one of the glasses to Simone. She raised up on one elbow and took the glass to her lips. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her lovely breasts with the cantaloupe-colored nipples hung down just a bit. At that angle they were in quarter profile and I could see that the tips of the nipples were still distended. I licked my lips as I felt the desire to kiss them once again come over me.
"I bent down and let my lips encompass them, whirling my tongue slowly around the circumference. I felt Simone stiffen just a bit. She was still in a state of sexual arousal. I felt her body start to recline on the bed and heard the sound of her glass clink against the marble top of the bed stand. I switched to the other nipple. Simone was humming with pleasure. She spread her legs wide and started rubbing her vaginal area with her hand. She was getting very sexy and I knew that she wanted it again. But, I wasn't up to it as yet. I pushed her hand away with my own and allowed my fingers to enter her slit. It was warm, moist and sticky with our combined juices. It felt good and that was all that mattered. I continued sucking and tickling her nipples and she was moaning with sheer pleasure. This was the way it used to be, and there was no reason why it shouldn't continue.
"I was in for a bit of a shock, though. I ache inside even now when I think of those few words that shattered my happy world completely.
" 'I hope you are really enjoying this, Daddy, for this will be the last time we will ever be together like this.' I was thunderstruck, the words I was hearing shot through me with the stab of an icicle.
"I asked her to clarify the words I had just heard. My almost erect cock had withered away again. She carefully explained, in words that I would refuse to understand, that we would no longer be lovers and that we would never meet again, except socially.
" 'Is it because of your husband? Does he suspect?' I thundered these questions at her.
" 'No,' she replied. 'It's just that things are not the same anymore. I allowed you to enter me for old times sake, and-because I love you. But, I only love you as my father now. I feel very guilty about our relationship. I have done a lot of thinking, and now that I have a husband-'
" 'Enough!' I cried in rage. Before I had realized it, I was on top of her, straddling her with my naked legs, my cock and balls laid out across her heaving breasts. I was striking at her face with my fists. I had to stop those words from pouring out of her mouth. Not my Sheila! I would not let her leave me for someone else-no! Not again. I heard her voice sob out between my rain of blows.
" 'I'm not Sheila, I'm not Sheila, I'm Simone-I'm not MOTHER!'
"I stopped my flailing fists in mid-air and then felt something strike against the side of my head. I lost consciousness.
"When I came to a few minutes later I was still on the bed, my head resting against a blood-soaked pillow. I looked around for Simone; she was still in the room, standing at the foot of the bed, standing by her husband, crying softly into his shoulder. He had one arm wrapped around her, and though he gripped her tightly, it was trembling. In the other he held a slightly bloodied brass candlestick.
"Suddenly, it dawned on me! She loved him! My beloved loved him! No more would we know such moments of erotic bliss. No more would I know the experience of warm, loving lips pressed against mine. No more would I enjoy plunging my flaming prick into that beautiful slit. That slit that was the answer to all my dreams of loneliness since Sheila went away. She would never come to me again. I was alone again-so goddamn alone. I hadn't lost her-I had given her away. I watched them slowly and sadly walk out of the bedroom and out of my life."
Hanns' confusion and inability to differentiate between Sheila and Simone posed a peculiar problem. In the beginning, owing to his intense loneliness, he was able to fantasize his daughter as Sheila. As Simone grew into young womanhood and developed into almost a reincarnation of her late mother, her father developed a strong sexual desire for her. When his senses were numbed by drink, this strong subconscious urge resolved itself into action. The fact that Simone was responsive and quite willing to engage in and even encourage this incest makes us a bit curious about her underlying motivations. Being the daughter of a fairly famous personage, she was exposed to women of all types who were willing to throw themselves at her father's feet, much less his bedroom door. Naturally, she probably felt the bitter pangs of jealousy.
None of the young men she knew or grew up with could match her father for charm or virility or fame. Many a pre-adolescent daughter has said, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry Daddy!" But this feeling usually stops at the age of eight or nine years. Simone carried it throughout adolescence, and it got out of control. When Simone matured enough to look around for a sex partner of an unrelated type, close to her own age, she no longer desired her paternal image.
Little more is known about Simone. Unfortunately, her marriage did not work out and, within three years after her father's death, she divorced her husbnd and drifted into obscurity.