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Laura: My Child, the Slave

"That fuckhead father of mine put me where I am today. Him and his lousy cock. You know I wouldn't be here except for him. Why else would I have been selling my ass on the streets for a lousy three or four dollars a toss, if he hadn't started me in? I'll hate that bastard until the day I die. I'll spit on his grave.

"You sit there with that son-of-a-bitch tape recorder and ask me why I'm where I am. You want the story, do you? Okay, you got it. And I hope it curls the hairs right off your fuckin' head.

"The goddamned courts have got me sitting in this jail for six months because I tried to pick up a few bucks. Christ, how else am I going to make any money? I can't do a goddamned thing except lay on my back. My old man took me out of school when I was twelve. How much do you think a little girl can learn in that time?

"Nothin' you're ever going to say to me is going to make me feel wrong. I'm in jail for whoring; the old man, who fucked his own goddamned daughter every time she turned around for five years ain't never spent a day in jail. Neither have any of my cock-sucking brothers. They're all off scot-free, and I'm sitting in jail. There just ain't no justice. I tell you, there just ain't no justice.

"I guess the best thing is for me to settle down and tell you the story. Then you'll get off my back, right? Okay, here goes.

"I grew up in upper New York State, on a farm that was a million miles from everything. I have five brothers, all older than I am, and with the exception of those bastards, and my parents, I didn't see anybody or meet anybody until I went to school. Naturally, even then I was shy as hell-didn't make up to nobody. No outside friends. The farm and my family were my whole life.

"Then when I was twelve years old, my mother died. She was a nice old lady. I really loved her, mainly because I think she cared for me. At least she acted like it, which is more than I can say for the rest of my family. Shit, they used me alright, but they didn't love me. No, sir.

"You see, my old man was a real old-time thinker when it came to kids. They should stay at home, is what he thought. No messin' around with dates and things. And the location of the farm made enforcing his thinking pretty easy. Christ, even today, all my brothers are on the farm. The old man gets work out of them in exchange for a bed and food. No love, no nothin.'

"But like I said, Mom died when I was twelve, and I took it real bad. Cried for like a week until one day the old man comes into my room and slams me alongside the head and tells me shut the hell up and get some work done. That set the pattern for my life for a lot of years.

"My Mom wasn't even cold in her grave before the old man is visiting the school board. He needs me at home, he tells them. And the old farts on the school board, all of them thinking the same way the old man does, grants him permission to keep me home. Wow, what a mistake that was!

"Just three nights after the permission for me to stay away from school was given, the old man walks up behind me when we were alone in. the kitchen and puts his hand on my ass. 'Real pretty,' he says. Being the nit-wit I am, I blush and say, 'Thank you.' Christ, that's a laugh. If I'd known what he had on his mind I would have headed for the hills and stayed there. But it didn't take me long to get the picture.

"I was the only one in the house, except for my father, to sleep alone. The brothers all sort of bunked at random. Hell, with five of them around, it didn't matter who slept where. But me, I was given a room all to myself. And that night good old daddy walks in the room. He's got this glint in his eye that tells me he's up to no good. What he's up to is my fuckin' cunt, that's what. He doesn't have a damned thing on and I lay there and watch him walk to the bed. He's got a cock on him like a stud mule. Good God, it's as thick around as my arm and hangs down almost to the middle of his thigh. And that night he used that big prick on a virgin twelve-year-old-me.

"He comes over and sits on the bed, and I couldn't take my eyes off that cock of his. Sure, I'd seen a lot of 'em before, but never his. In a family of five brothers, a girl gets used to seeing naked cock. But I'd never expected, or wanted for that matter, to see the old man's.

" 'You sure are lookin' good to me, Laurie,' he says, in a voice that wouldn't cut butter. Then he puts his hand on my belly. I didn't know what was coming off. All I knew was that he was paying some attention to me for the first time in my life -and I liked it.

" 'You know,' he continues, 'I been lonesome since your mother passed on. Seems towards the last she was always sick ... a couple of years she was sick ... and you know a man has some needs.'

"I didn't know what the hell he was talking about, and I just laid there shaking my head like an idiot and sort of grinning ear to ear.

" 'Maybe you'd like to help with those needs,' he says, and I keep on nodding. Christ, what a silly shit I was.

"The hand moved around a little. It felt even better. Then he sort of nonchalantly reaches up and picks up the cover and pulls it back. I'm sleep-in' with a nightgown that goes up to my neck and down to my toes. He starts in feelin' around again on my belly, only this time he's one layer closer to bare skin.

"The nightgown didn't last too long. He picked it up at the bottom and holds it in his hand for a while, all the time still rubbin' up my belly with his other hand. 'This is real pretty,' he says.

" 'It was mom's,' I say, proud as punch, and the next thing I knew he had his hand down on my pussy, on the outside of the nightgown. That felt even better than on my belly. Then with his other hand he's moving up my leg, real slow like.

"I looked over at his big prick and my eyes widened. The goddamned thing was getting bigger. And it was starting to stick up in the air. 'You like that cock?' the bid man asked. I looked at him and nodded. 'You want to touch it?'

"I gingerly reached over and let my fingers brush against his cock. Man, he shuddered like a leaf on a tree and his hand tightened on my leg. He even hurt me a little, but he didn't give a shit how much he hurt.

" 'Put your hand around it,' he said, and I did what I was told. Hell, I always had before, why be different now? And I gotta admit I was interested in that cock. I liked the way it was sort of weaving around in the air as it got longer and wider and harder. I put my hand around it, but didn't make it all the way around.

" 'Now move your hand up and down,' he says, only now his voice is like a real hoarse whisper. He sounded like I was hurtin' him.

"I moved my hand up and down on his cock until it was hard as a piece of rock. That's when he really started in on me. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had me jack him off and get his rocks off that way. I mean, the first time-sort of break me in easy. But hell no, that wasn't what he did. He went all the way the first time!

"He pulled the nightgown up until the whole thing was bunched around my neck. I'm layin' on the bed stark naked except for what's around my neck. Hell, I was just beginning to develop little rosebud tits and was still skinny as hell. But my cunt hairs were kinda thick, so I guess he figured I was ready to get fucked. Anyway, that sure as hell was what he did to me.

"He had his hand down at my pussy now and slowly he pushed one of his big, calloused fingers inside a little way. Even that much stretched me, and hurt some, so you can guess what pain I had when he was shovin' that big pecker of his inside just a few minutes later. With his other hand he was pinchin' my tits on the nipples. Then he leaned over and took one of the nipples in his mouth. He tongued the brown spot and then bit the nipple real gentle like. The pleasure I got out of that sure made up for the discomfort I was feelin' from having his finger in my box. For a while anyway, but in a few minutes, he added another finger. Now let me tell you, the old man had fingers the size of an average man's cock. So you figure that out. Here I was, a twelve-year-old kid who'd never had her own finger up her pussy, and now she had the equivalent of two cocks jamming up into her. How that did hurt!

"But nothin' was stopping the old man by this time. He was crazy. I started to whimper a little when he stuck that second finger in, but his only answer was to add still another one. Three goddamned big fingers stuck in my cunt. Then he started to move them in and out, faster all the time, finger fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Christ, did that hurt!

"I was cryin' by that time, and I started to yell at him to stop, but he closed my mouth real fast. He lifted the hand he's been usin' on my tits and slammed me one across the mouth. I know he broke the skin because there was dried blood on my lip the next morning. Course it wasn't anything compared to the blood I had drippin' out of my cunt.

" 'I'm just gettin' your pretty little pussy all ready,' he said. His voice was smooth as oil now. He was all fired hot. His cock was standing way up, almost touching his belly, and believe me, it was big and red and throbbing. He kept movin' in and out of my cunt faster and faster. 'C'mon, little girl,' he said, 'let's get a little wet so we can have a good time.'

"Now a good time was something I don't ever remember havin', at least not until I got out of that goddamned house, so my ears perked up. The old man talkin' about a 'good time'! Something had to be wrong. But I was agreeable. If only it didn't hurt too much.

"I guess my relaxin' made the juices start to flow, because within just a few seconds, his fingers were sliding in and out with a lot less friction, and almost no pain. That made him happy, because he was grinning from ear to ear.

" 'You know what I'm gonna do?' he asks. I shook my head. 'I'm gonna put this big cock of mine into your fucking hot, little pussy,' he said. 'You're gonna like it a lot, Laurie.'

"Let me tell you, I didn't like it. But there wasn't a hell of a lot I could do, especially with him between my thighs, and my legs up on his shoulders. My cunt was open and ready for the fuck-and he gave it to me.

"I fought him from the time the head of his cock got inside me. I never felt pain like that in my life, and I hope I never do again. I can only say one thing in the bastard's favor: He went as slow as his excitement would let him. He didn't shove the cock straight in. No, he waited for the second time to do that. The first time he just sort of inched his way in, one inch at a time.

"Christ, I was being split up the middle. I felt a fiery wave of pain wrack my whole body. He never let up. He'd push a little, hesitate just a short while, and then jam another inch of that cock up in my pussy. I thought he'd never get in. I looked up at him once. 'Please, stop,' I begged, but it was like talkin' to a wall. His eyes were shut and there was a real dreamy look on his face, with sweat all over his forehead. I tell you, he was one hot, horny man.

"I struggled as much as I could and I let out yelps of pain, but that didn't stop him. All the movin' around I did only made him feel the fuck more, but I didn't know I was givin' him a better time.

" 'Christ, you're the tightest little piece of tail I've ever had,' he shouted. By this time he was in all the way and was moving in and out. It honest to God felt like I had his cock all the way up to my chest. I was literally filled with prick. Then he started to move faster and faster. The pain was so bad by that time that I guess I passed out.

"I don't remember him coming. All I know is that when I woke up, he was gone and the bed was a mess. It was all bloody and sticky. His come had leaked out of my cunt onto the bed. I didn't know what it was and thought it had come from me. I knew for sure he'd broken something important and was sure I'd die. And I guess I didn't mind dying, though I cried the whole damned night."

A father sexually molesting his own daughter, a crime made all the more terrible by the awful effects which his repeated attacks had on the subsequent life of the young girl.

Laura was embittered by the experience. She had every right to be. From the age of twelve to approximately the age of eighteen, she was a virtual sexual slave to her father, and also, to a limited degree, to her brothers. She knew no life outside this sexual enslavement. She learned no skills and acquired no education, so when she finally did escape from this unbearable situation, she was left with no alternatives. She had only her body; to live she must sell it. When "selling" herself to her family was no longer tolerable, Laura sought other avenues-and found herself in even more trouble.

We must, however, return to the prime instigator of this familial tragedy: the father. Why? Why would a man perpetrate such a despicable crime on his own child, especially with no cooperation from the child? A hint to the reason for his actions might be found in something Laura mentioned casually in her interview. She was the youngest, child. She had five older brothers. That would tend to put her father's age at between forty and fifty. Also mentioned was the fact that Laura's mother had been ill for several years before her death. We can imply from that that the man enjoyed no sexual relations at all with the mother during that period.

With those two facts in mind, let's examine the statement of Dr. Frank S. Caprio in his work, The Sexually Adequate Male:

As a man enters the years of middle age, a gradual change takes place in his personality. This depersonalization of transformation of mental reactions is referred to by the medical profession as the "Climacterium Virile" or the "Male Menopause". ... Men reaching this critical age suffer a series of psychic symptoms, such as impulsiveness, memory impairment, despondency and depression with a tendency to melancholia, or excess elation, increased sexual hunger and unstable emotional reactions. Within Dr. Caprio's description of this "Male Menopause" may be the secret to the bizarre actions of Laura's father. At his age, the endocrine secretions of the male genitals, the testicular hormones, that are believed to be responsible for the promotion of physical vigor and mental initiative, gradually diminish.

Perhaps-and remember it is only a perhaps-that systematic deterioration of the father's sexual powers, his awareness of that deterioration, and his psychological reaction to that awareness may all be factors in producing his criminal and unacceptable actions.

The first question most people would ask is, "Why don't all men who are victims of this deterioration react the same way?" That of course is a question which can only be answered in an individual case. Perhaps the years of sexual frustration with his wife and his awareness that his sexual prowess was in a decline triggered the father's actions. Perhaps he had lusted after his daughter for years and was kept from sating his lust only by the presence of the protective mother.

We may never know. To ask why a man acts like he does is, in most cases, asking the unanswerable question. And the answer may be enigmatic.

The most terrible aspect of the actions that were described is the damage done to the victim. She suffered through six years of enslavement, unable to understand that what she was being forced to do was wrong. Having known nothing else, her life became the universal norm: It was right because it was all she knew. When, however, she became aware of the horror in which society holds the actions she had been forced into, she rebelled. She had never been happy; now she knew why. But society, while willing to admit its horror at her previous way of life, was in no way able to understand why she pursued the type of life she next went into: Prostitution.

What else did she know? What else could she do? Society has no answers for this pitiable girl except to incarcerate her " ... for a period not to exceed six months." A terrible injustice.

"The morning after that first night, the old man was all apologies. I can remember my brothers' jaws dropping in amazement when the old man told me at the breakfast table he was 'sorry.'

"Maybe he was sorry-but I was sorrier. My insides felt like they'd been cut up with a dull knife. The fucking bastard really ripped me up.

"For a couple of days, things went normally, which for me meant working my ass off about eighteen hours a day. I was the only woman on the farm. My nitwit brothers, even though the oldest was twenty-three, didn't have no girl friends. They just worked and ate and slept. Then later they added a little diversion to their schedule and threw a fuck my way every once in a while.

"So with no women around, that meant three meals a day for six men and myself-plus all the other bullshit jobs around the place. I can remember really feeling sorry for myself those first few weeks, especially after Mom died and I was taken out of school. God, I had a rotten, shitty childhood.

"But as I said, for three days things were normal. After his first burst of apologies, the old man didn't say anything, and eventually my cunt healed up. I was almost back in shape when the next episode in daughter-father fucking took place.

"The setting was the same. My bedroom. This time I was asleep when the old man snuck in. Christ, working as hard as I did, I died as soon as my head hit the pillow. The bad part was that I was sleeping on my back-pussy up, I guess you could say, or at least it was in striking distance.

"Of course, being asleep, I don't remember the preliminaries, but I guess it happened something like this. He came in, probably bare-assed, with his cock hard, because he sure as hell knew what he was in there for.

"Like I said, he came in and got on the bed. You'd think a big slob like him putting all his weight on the bed would've woke me up, but it didn't. I didn't even wake up all the way when he put his finger up in my cunt. But I do remember it felt good. I do remember that, so I must have been at least half awake when that happened.

"The son of a bitch took the covers off, raised up my nightgown, aimed his cock and plowed it into my pussy without one second's hesitation. All the way in, with one lunge. It was enough to kill me.

I was awake now and yelling my head off. I screamed and screamed, and when he put his hand on my mouth, I shook it off and screamed some more. I hurt so bad I thought I'd die. I don't know why I didn't pass out. If there was a God, he sure should have let me, because nobody should be made to bear that much pain.

"I guess I screamed so loud that I woke up my brothers. A couple of them came runnin' into the room to see what the matter was. I saw them stan-din' there at the door. Their jaws were hangin' down to their knees. I guess it was a pretty shocking sight, the old man plowin' his cock into my cunt like a piston and me screamin' like an Indian.

"I don't think any of my brothers had ever seen me naked before. They just stood there and watched as the old man kept plugging! Finally he yelled for them to get the hell out, but they didn't, at least not for a long time. They were watching their sister getting fucked with a big, hard cock-and the old man didn't miss a stroke. The whole goddamn world could have been watching and he would've kept on with that mad fucking.

"Eventually, though, the pain sort of went away a little and I started to feel some pleasant heat building up in my pussy. The old man had his hand on me, playing around with my tits, while the other one was buried in my cunt hairs. It was really weird, feeling the pain go away and all of a sudden starting to like what he was doin'.

"He kept up his attack for a long time, and then pulled that long dick out of me all the way. It slurped when the tip pulled out, I remember. Then he flipped me over on my stomach and spread my legs as wide as possible.

"When he shoved his cock back in this way, from the rear, there wasn't any pain. It just slid in nice and smooth. I still felt like I was stuffed with the fuckin' dong, but at least I was gettin' a little enjoyment out of it now.

"I guess he noticed the change, 'cause he looked down at me and said, "That feel good, Laurie?' Well, it didn't feel really great yet, but it was better than before, so I nodded my head. I looked over to the door and saw that three of my brothers were still standing there. They were all naked and their cocks were standing out straight as trees. Christ, they were all big.

"The old man followed my look and raised all kinds of hell at my brothers for still being there. He yelled and cussed at them, but he still didn't miss a stroke. He was going in and out of my cunt with a fast but smooth, even stroke. He was plunging all the way in and then pulling almost all the way out.

"I could feel that prick sliding in and out of me, and I'll be damned if I didn't get to really feelin' hot. I mean I could feel this pleasure building up in me. Now I was moanin' because I liked what he was doin' to me. And I guess the old man sensed what was happening because all of a sudden he's grinnin' down at me. 'You're gonna come too, you hear, Laurie?'

"I didn't know what the shit he was talkin' about but I nodded and kept on enjoying that cock working inside of me. The old man's prick was really plugging me. He'd pull that monster all the way out and then aim it inside. He just about ripped my fuckin' pussy off-but I liked it.

"Then I sort of felt him go a little soft. I mean, right in the middle of his fucking, his prick started to slack off some. It was still big, but it wasn't rock hard like it'd been before. The old man tried moving even faster in and out of me, squeezing my tits even harder. He even leaned down, his ass still bucking against my cunt, and kissed me hard on the lips. His tongue flew inside my mouth and I damned near choked on the thing.

"The amazing thing about the old man was that he never missed a stroke, whether his cock was wilting on the vine, or whether he was bawlin' the hell out of my brothers, or whether he was leanin' over kissing me. He still kept up that steady, solid stroke that was driving me up the wall.

"But then that smooth, steady stroke came to a stop, and the old man got upright on his knees and pulled his cock out.

"The pecker was still big as hell, but it wasn't hard. He'd gone soft while he was fucking me. Strangest thing. It kinda upset him, too-you could tell that. He looked down at his cock for a few seconds and then got off the bed. I didn't want him to leave. I honest to God wanted that prick back in my pussy. I wanted to feel it sliding in and out, caressing my insides like the hardest, greatest hand in the world.

"I was really kinda scared that I'd done something wrong and that he was going to leave me. But that wasn't what he had in mind. He just stood by the side of the bed and held his cock out towards me. 'Put your mouth on this, Laurie,' he said. I looked up at him and was scared shitless. I knew enough to know that what he was asking me was wrong. I didn't want to do it. But again, the old man wasn't about to take no for an answer. He reached down and grabbed me behind my head and pulled up so that my face was stuck against his cock. 'Take it in your mouth,' he said again, only this time it was an order.

"I still refused. I guess it was just instinct, but I knew sucking on his cock was wrong. Just like I knew his fucking me was wrong, but I'd gotten to enjoy that. I shook my head. No, sir, I thought, he's not going to get that cock in my mouth.

"But good old Daddy had other ideas. And he was getting excited again. His prick was starting to raise up and, man, that's when it exploded all over the place. It got wider and thicker and longer, and it turned the damndest shade of red.

"He still had his hand behind my head and with his other hand he was trying to force his prick inside my mouth. I had my lips closed tighter than a drum. I wasn't going to take it. Then he reached down and grabbed hold of my tits. He squeezed them so goddamned hard, and hurt me so goddamned much, that I screamed out. It wasn't a long scream, because it very shortly was muffled by a big tube of meat being stuffed inside my mouth.

"We stopped then, for a couple of seconds, me with my mouth full of cock and him standing there looking at me, trying to decide whether I could take the whole thing in my mouth or whether he should be content with the half that I already did have. Then he started shoving a little, getting maybe another inch in.

"I was thinking I'd show the bastard and bite down on that cock as hard as I could. That'd put him out of action for a good long while. But to be honest with ya, I was scared to do it. I knew he'd beat me to within an inch of my life. And besides, when you got right down to it, having a cock in your mouth isn't half as bad after you once get it as you think it's going to be. At least for me it wasn't.

"There I was, held halfway sitting up by his hand in my hair, his cock more than half imbedded in my mouth. It would have been a funny scene if he wasn't so goddamned serious about the whole thing. 'Suck on it,' he shouted, and I sort of real nervously put some pressure on the prick with my mouth. 'Suck it like it was a straw,' he shouted again. Christ, this scene really heated him up. His cock was blazing hot and hard as steel again.

"He'd told me to suck on it like it was a straw. I'll tell you, that was the biggest straw ever created. But I did what he told me. I started to pretend that at the other end of that cock was a big chocolate malted and I started to suck on that straw like crazy.

"It really tasted kind of weird. I know now that what I was tasting was both him and myself. My own pussy juice. Boy, there's a treat for a twelve-year-old. The more I sucked the hotter he got. Man, I ran my tongue around the top of his cock and then down the sides. I followed a big fuckin' vein on it with my tongue, lapping and flicking with my tongue all the way. I had the old man sailin' now.

"But he pulled out. His cock was twitching like crazy. 'Suck my balls,' he shouted, then he pushed my head down between his legs. His big hairy balls were staring me in the face. I didn't know exactly what to do with them, so I followed my instincts.

"I took one ball at a time and sucked it into my mouth. The hairs he had down there tickled my tongue, felt good. Then I'd gently suck on each ball, one at a time, moving from one to the other.

"That's when I heard from another county. One of my brothers-three of them were still standing by the door, jackin' off like crazy-starts yellin' out, 'Christ, look at that crazy bitch lick.'

"I guess the old man had forgotten they were there, but when he heard that voice, he stopped and pushed my head away. I was grateful for that. I needed to get some air back in my lungs. I'd been stuck too long down there between his hairy legs. I surfaced!

" 'Get your fuckin' asses out of here,' the old man shouted at my brothers. They still didn't move. He started walking towards them. I knew if he caught them, he'd most likely kill them, or come close to it. They knew it too, because they didn't let him get no closer than maybe ten feet before they scampered back to their own beds. They didn't want to leave. Shit, no, they wanted to see their own sister getting fucked, but I guess self-preservation got the best of them.

"As soon as they were out of the room, the old man shut the door and came back to the bed. His cock was still hard and you could tell he was sort of anxious by this time to get his rocks off. He got up on the bed and between my legs again. Up went my legs to his shoulders.

" 'Now I want you to relax, Laurie,' he said. 'Get good and relaxed, so's you can enjoy this as much as I do. I want you to come with me.'

"I tried to do as he said. I tried to relax my body. 'Just pay attention to the pleasure my prick's giving you,' he said. That made it easy. I just lay there, closed my eyes and let myself feel him slide that cock inside my pussy. He did it real slow. I could feel the cock inching up inside me. It felt wonderful. It really did. I mean when you concentrate on wanting something to be enjoyable, it most always is. And being in that frame of mind, he sure did set me off. Didn't take no time at all. He just banged me for about another minute and I felt this big swell start to build up inside of me. Christ, all of a sudden I wanted that cock more than anything else in the world. I wanted it in for the rest of my life.

"I thrashed around on the bed, pressing myself down, trying to get that prick farther up in me while the old man went on fucking and fucking. Finally, when I didn't think I could take the pleasure anymore, I felt my body being wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. I know I moaned like crazy. I had to. I had to let the world know just how wonderful I was feelin'.

"And then I heard the old man start to groan. He bucked against my cunt and then stuck that pole of his as far as he could inside. He moaned and groaned and shot seventeen bucketfuls into my cunt. I felt it inside me, warm, hot, searing. It turned me on even more and I just laid there and groaned. I didn't care if he kept on fucking me for the rest of my life.

"But he was finished. He was sweating like crazy and panting. He had a hard time getting his breath. Finally, he pulled out of me. You should have heard the noise his cock made pulling out of me this time. It sounded like a cork being jerked out of a big bottle. It almost made me laugh. I was so wet and slippery, it was a wonder he managed to stay in at all.

"He sort of stumbled off the bed and headed out of my bedroom. He had to hold on to the door before he could get out. I guess that fuck took a hell of a lot out of the old man. I didn't see him-at night, that is-for almost a week. You gotta remember, the old man wasn't a young chicken."

Biological research has presented us with concrete evidence that there is no such thing as a vaginal, clitoral, or any other special kind of orgasm, but only a difference in degree of intensity that an orgasmic experience may assume.

And yet in the preceding case history we have the instance of a young woman who states that at the age of twelve, under the most adverse of circumstances, she enjoyed an orgasm. In other words, she "came."

Is this possible?

Even before natural scientists got seriously interested in the subject of female sexual response, cultural anthropologists like Margaret Mead had found that whether a woman is going to experience orgasm or not in her sexual relations depends not only on physical factors, but even more on where she happens to have been born and brought up. In other words, whether the woman will ever experience the kind of physical and mental stimulation that is most likely to lead to orgasm depends to a large extent on the accident of birth and the culture in which she has been raised.

In the words of Margaret Mead, the ability to achieve orgasm is a "potential that may or may not be developed by a given culture." As Dr. Mead explains, in her opinion the female orgasm does not rest on the same simple reflex basis as the male orgasm, but involves a number of learned responses. It is due to these learned responses, theoretically, that a given culture may develop in a woman.

But this explanation, in turn, becomes wholly satisfactory only if we combine it with what the biological experts now tell us about the physical aspects of the female sexual response. If we listen to them, and their arguments are extremely convincing, virtually any woman can be brought to orgasm, providing effective stimulation is applied.

Thus, although the possibility of Laura's attaining an orgasm seems remote to us under our familiar social environments, we must assume that she was telling the truth. She did experience an orgasm, granted. But why?

The answer must be, if we are to believe the almost overwhelming proof of biological scientists, that Laura was sexually stimulated by the brutality and the perversity of her situation. But why then her disparaging references to her father and brothers?

As related in the following interview with the young girl, Laura became aware of society's attitude towards what was happening to her in her home. Before that she was content! Why else would she allow herself to be placed in a situation of sexual enslavement for a period of almost six years? In laymen's terms, the situation turned her on.

It was only when Laura reached the age of seventeen, and after she became aware of her socially unacceptable situation that Laura rebelled. The following section of her case history indicates how she fit willingly into the social environment that was pressed on her.

"Things went along that way for a couple of months. The old man would visit my room about once a week and we always did the same things. He'd play around with my tits for a little while, until his pole was stiff, and then stick it in. He seemed to especially like plungin' the whole length of his dick into me at once. That always hurt a little bit, even after I'd been at the game for years, but I liked it. I liked the way the pain would give way to a little hot feeling down in my pussy. And then that little hot feeling would get bigger and bigger until I'd just explode all over the place. The old man liked it when I came. So did I.

"All this while I knew that my brothers were catching an eyeful from the next room. I told you these guys were nitwits. They must have thought I was one too, because the idiots drilled five holes in the wall of my room, one for each of them. I guess they didn't think I'd see the holes or something. Shit, the draft I got from those five big peek-holes was enough to freeze my twat.

"I eventually got to wondering what all those brothers did to get their nuts off. It didn't bother me any, I mean them not havin' any women around. To be honest, I didn't give one shit about any of them -except maybe Saul. He's the youngest, closest to my age. Those other bastards never did one thing for me, and me all the time cooking for them and cleaning up their goddamned messes. Anyway, as I said, it crossed my mind every once in a while about what those big goofs did for sex. I knew they got some kicks from seeing me get fucked, but watching ain't the same as doing. At least I don't think it is. I guess maybe for some people it is, but not for me.

"I did get a hint about their way of getting jollies one day when I was down at the barn. I heard a lot of noise coming from the inside. I knew it was none of my business lookin' in there, but goddamned it, I was curious. I took a peek through the crack near the door. Two of my brothers were inside, David, the oldest, and Toby, the middle one. Now you gotta believe this, David is twenty-three years old and not a bad-lookin' guy at all. I mean, there are a lot of girls who'd like to get on their back for him and have him drive that big prick of his up their cunts. But he don't do anything about that. Women he don't touch. Sheep are his thing, or at least they were that day.

"Him and Toby were laughin' and havin' a ball in the barn. They had this old female sheep standing real gentle like in front of them. Both the boys had their pricks out of their pants and they were taking turns ramming it into that sheep. Shit, that animal didn't make much of a fuss at all. One of them would hold her and the other one would fuck her. Easy as that. Then they'd trade places. I watched for a while, long enough to see them shoot their loads up in that sheep's pussy. Funny, after they were finished, that sheep followed them to the door. She acted like she wanted more. Hell, she acted like she was in love with them. Then I got to thinking, after seeing that sheep walking around looking for more cock, that I was the same way with the old man. He couldn't give me enough.

"But anyway, it struck me as sort of disgusting that two grown men had to rely on a dumb animal as a source of fucking. I mean, for crissakes, you'd think they could do better than that.

"And I guess that's what they were thinking too, because they started doin' something about it when the old man went into town on his monthly trip. He usually loaded up on supplies for the whole month-you know, things we couldn't raise on the farm and yet couldn't do without. He would drive in, buy everything, spend the night and drive back the next morning. He never let any of us, not even the boys, go with him.

"So that left me and my brothers alone in the house. And this is after they'd been watching me get my cunt fucked for about six weeks. I mean, they knew what was going on, but good.

"By the way, during that short period, when the old man was sticking his prick to me regular-like, I'd started to develop real fast. I don't know if it was the fucking or the old man's mauling of my tits, but I was getting a pretty set of boobs on me. And my hips were spreading out nicely. I didn't look like no fucking little boy anymore down there around my ass. I guess his big prick pushin' up in there widened me out some. At least it didn't hurt any.

"Anyway, there were the six of us in the house alone. I didn't think anything of it, since not one of the brothers had ever made one sign or anything that they'd like to get in on what the old man was doing. At least, for a while they didn't.

"I fixed dinner for them, as usual, and then cleaned up. They'd all taken off for wherever they went after supper. Some late chores. Things like that. That was the kind of family we were. I didn't know what they were doing, and they didn't know what I was doing. And we all sort of liked it that way.

"Just as I was about finished up with the dishes Saul came into the kitchen. He's just two years older than I am, and if I'm close with anybody in the family, it's him. He was a really beautiful boy, tall and good-looking. I enjoyed being around him. Course, with those ass-hole brothers of mine, if he spent too much time with me, they would've made remarks, call him a sissy and things like that.

"Saul walked up in back of me and put his hand on my waist. I turned around real quick because I thought maybe the old man had come home early. I never expected it to be one of my brothers touching me. None ever had before. But it was Saul and when I saw him, I smiled. He thanked me for the supper, said it was fine. I thanked him for thanking me. I mean, that's the kind of stuff we said in our family. We had to make up things to say just to keep on talkin'. It was really weird.

"But I knew something was on Saul's mind that didn't have anything to do with supper or how it tasted. After we boxed around some words for a little while longer, I just came right out and asked Saul what the problem was. What did ne want?

" 'Well,' Saul stammered, so embarrassed that his head was hanging down, 'the boys and I were wondering, since Pa's gone, if you mind if one of us took his place.'

"I asked him what he meant, although I had an inkling what he was leading up to. " 'I mean ... you know ... in bed.' "I chased him out of the kitchen with a knife in my hand. Too much is too much. I'll cook for them, clean up for them, let the old man plug away at me if it keeps him happy, but I was damned if I was gonna become a sheep for those five big gorillas.

"I didn't know it, but that's exactly what I was going to be in a very short time.

"Saul must have gone back and told the rest of them that it was no dice, 'cause there were more long, sorrowful looks in that house that night than there'd been in a long time, ever since Mom died. But I didn't care. Shit on 'em. What'd they ever do for me?

"I climbed into bed that night, as tired as usual. I knew there wasn't gonna be no visit from the old man, but I got into bed naked anyway. The old man told me to do that. Said it took less time. He was really a romantic old fucker.

"Then too, I was getting to the point of liking my body, a whole hell of a lot. And I got a lot of pleasure out of looking at it in the mirror. I looked good naked. I enjoyed lookin' at myself.

"As usual, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. But not for long. I had a couple of visitors-five of them, as a matter-of-fact. All five fucking brothers came into the room. They sounded like a herd of elephants, so I didn't stay asleep too long. Just one of them tripping along the hallway in their size twelve feet was enough to make me wake up, so you know how much noise all five of them made tracking into my bedroom.

"I asked what the hell they wanted, although I didn't say 'hell,' because at that time I didn't cuss at all. The old man wouldn't let me.

"They all stood against the wall, lookin' kind of shy. You see, they still all had their clothes on. Like I told you, that time they stood there and watched the old man fuck me was the first and only time I'd seen any of them naked and excited -except maybe for that time in the barn when I was spyin' on David and Toby.

"I asked them again what they wanted and this time David got some guts and spoke up. 'We was wonderin', ' he says, 'if maybe you didn't want some company in your bed tonight.'

"I asked him what he had in mind.

" 'Me!' he says, and he stands there grinnin' like a big old fuckin' cat. The other boys joined in with a laugh.

" 'No thanks,' I said. 'And good night.' I flipped over on my side and acted like I couldn't have cared less whether they lived or died. Which was about the truth-except maybe for Saul. But they weren't about to give up. David walked over to the bed and put his hand on my ass through the covers. He started working his fingers around in a circle, massaging the globes of my ass. It felt good so I didn't try to shake his hand off right away. That was a mistake, because when I did try to shake him off, just a couple of seconds later, it was too late.

"I guess I got him mad, because when I tried to get him to stop, he just took the covers and pulled them off me. There I was, naked to the world, with those five brothers all standing there, staring at me. I told them to get the hell out, but they weren't gonna move, at least not without a pistol at their back.

"David just stood by the side of the bed, massaging his prick through his trousers. He sure did have a long one, too, because I could see the bulge of it growing down his pants leg. I tried to get the covers back, but David wasn't havin' any of that.

" 'Get out of here,' I yelled, but that only seemed to turn him on more. He pulled open his trousers and let his prick fall out. Spring out is more like it. It was harder than hell. 'Suck on it, Laurie,' he said, sounding like a goddamned little kid asking for a lollipop. Twenty-three years old and sound in' like a kid!

"I told him no. Just like that. No. And for him to get out and leave me alone, and to take those other morons with him.

" 'C'mon, Laurie. I seen you take the old man's cock. It won't hurt you any to take mine.' He was holding his steel-hard cock out in front of him, offering it to me. I looked at it and felt that small, hot feeling start to grow in me-but something held me back. I knew that if I started in with David, I'd be up for grabs with all of them. I wasn't lookin' forward to that, I'll tell you.

"I tried to smother that hot feeling that was starting in my pussy by turning my back on him. Then I felt him sit down on the edge of the bed. He took his hand and stuck it between my legs, inching his way to my cunt. Man, I had goose pimples all over me when he did that. I kept saying, 'Cut that out, David! Cut that out!' but I really didn't mean it. That hot feeling was getting bigger and bigger.

"Pretty soon he had his fist at the entrance to my pussy. I could feel the ends of his fingers brush against the hair. That felt so good.

"And then suddenly I realized what was happening. These guys were all going to want to fuck me. I'd be nothin' but a goddamned slave. None of that shit for me, I thought. I turned around real fast and slapped David as hard as I could across the face. That surprised the hell out of him, 'cause he took his hand away from my pussy and stood up. I could see the red mark I'd left on his face.

"Then all of a sudden, he got mad. Really mad. 'You're gonna suck this cock, whore,' he shouted, 'and then you're gonna open your legs and I'm gonna fuck hell out of you.'

"I yelled back something about holding him off until hell freezes over. But he wasn't takin' no for an answer this time. He fell right on top of my body, full length. Now, like I said, David wasn't no runt. He must have weighed up around two hundred pounds, and when he let his body fall, plop, it knocked the wind out of me. Only for a few seconds, but that was all that bastard needed. He yelled over to Toby. 'Hold this goddamned cunt for me, will ya, Tob?' Toby, that ass licker, came over and grabbed hold of my arms. Another brother, one I didn't even see, did the same things on my legs. David stood up by the side of the bed. 'Pull her head over the side,' he said, and Toby yanked and pulled at me until my head was all the way off the bed, hangin' straight down.

"Then David started waving that goddamned prick of his in my face. If anything, he was bigger than the old man-and he was harder. I could tell that just by lookin' at it. He wedged that big chunk of meat up to my teeth, but I wouldn't open up. He reached down and grabbed hold of my tits. He squeezed one so hard I thought it was gonna rip off. 'I'm gonna pull on that goddamned tit of yours until you open your mouth and suck on this cock,' he said real loud. I could hear he was breathin' heavy.

"I opened my eyes and looked at him. Christ, he looked just like the old man the first time he fucked me. Eyes closed, sweat all over his forehead. I knew I had to do what he wanted. There just was no talkin' to a guy when he was desperate for a good suck or fuck.

"I opened up my mouth and right away it was filled with David's cock. He just stood there and shoved that big prick right down my throat. I couldn't have bit on it if I wanted to. That's how big it was and how fast he shoved it down my throat. He stood there, holding on to my ears, and fucked my face with all the force he had. I could feel his balls slammin' against my forehead. He was gagging the shit out of me, but he wouldn't even give me a chance to say anything about it.

"He held on to me and fucked away so hard at my face that I couldn't get any air. If he had kept on for much more time, I probably wouldn't be around to be tellin' this story-but he slackened off because what he really wanted was a chance at my pussy.

"Finally he told the two brothers who were holding me-Toby on one side and I could see that it was Charles on the other-to swing me around and spread my legs. They each took one leg and one arm and swung me around, holding my legs up in the air and spreading them wide open. Then David stripped off his pants and stood staring at my cunt. It was hanging wide open, waiting for him.

"I decided by this time not to struggle, but when I saw the look on his face, I just didn't want him to do what he was planning on doing. I just didn't want him screwing me. And I decided right then and there to put up one hell of a fight.

"Charles was having a little trouble holding on to me on his side, but Toby had such a tight grip that he was hurting me. I guess he got his experience from holding down sheep while David fucked them.

"David was still standing there staring at my cunt. He reached out and put his hand in the cunt hairs, pulling them roughly. 'You sure are a pretty slice of tail,' he said, and then stuck two of his fingers straight down into my dry cunt. That hurt, man, really hurt. All the fuckin' I'd been doin' with the old man hadn't prepared me for this, At least the old man waited until I was wet and slippery.

"I tried kicking around, but by this time, Charles had as tight a hold on me as Toby did. They were smilin' and laughin'. Those fuckers couldn't wait to see me fucked. They probably wanted a turn too.

"Despite my not wanting it to, my pussy started to wet down some. I could tell from the easier way David's fingers fucked me. They were sliding in and out now. No pain. Well, at least I had that going for me. David finally took his fingers out of my cunt and then tied his shirt up around his stomach. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, jacking himself off like crazy. It wasn't as though he had to get ready. Shit, was he ready! His cock was so goddamned stiff it looked like it was going to blow up.

"He got up on the bed between my outstretched legs. He settled himself in real close and aimed his big pole right at my pussy. With one jarring thrust he sent that big prick in the whole length. Man, I thought my head would blow off-he hurt me that bad. You see, I wasn't relaxed. That was one thing the old man had taught me. If I relaxed, then I'd enjoy it too. But I wasn't about to enjoy this bit with David. He was out-and-out raping me, and that made me goddamned mad.

"I fought and fought against the fucking pole, but again, just like I'd done for the old man, the action only made it feel better. And because I wasn't relaxed, my cunt was tight as a drum, which made it feel better to the son-of-a-bitch. He was having a ball.

"He told Charles and Toby to hold my legs farther back, and they moved me so my legs were all the way over the top of my head. My ass, and my pussy, were sticking straight out-ready and waiting to be fucked some more.

"David propped himself up on his hands and came at me from above. This time when he drove into me, he went in even farther, I guess because he had his weight and gravity working with him now. That cock of his pushed and shoved and jammed itself into my insides. I could feel it grating along the inside of my pussy, shoving things out of the way, ramming its way as far in as it could. And it hurt.

"But David kept at it and at it. He never did let up. He never stopped once. He just punched and rammed that cock into me until I was sure I couldn't take one more stroke. And then finally, gratefully, he started to grunt and groan and I knew the end was getting close. He was going to shoot.

"And that's when he surprised me. I guess old David knew more about sex than I thought, because as soon as he was really close, he pulled his goddamned cock out and let his come splatter all over my belly and tits, down in my cunt hairs, on the bed. Some even flew on Charles and Toby. It seems that good old David didn't want to get me pregnant. At least not that first time. After a while, he didn't give a shit if I gave birth to triplets, each one fathered by a different brother.

"He pulled out of me and climbed off the bed. Charles and Toby let loose. 'Anybody else?' David asked and then he laughed.

"I had visions of getting fucked by all five of those creeps, with maybe them comin' back for more, and I didn't want it. So I jumped off the bed and real quick-like I picked up a big pair of scissors that was on the table by the window. 'If any of you come near me,' I screamed, 'I'll cut your heart out.'

"All five of them stood still in shock for a second or two, but then David chuckled. 'Okay, Laurie,' he said. 'We'll let you go tonight. But there'll be other nights. Believe me.'

" 'Not after I tell Pa what you did to me,' I screamed back. I was nearly hysterical, I guess. I hated David. And I hated Toby and Charles for holding me. And I hated all five of them for just being there.

" 'Go ahead and tell him, whore,' David said, still chuckling. 'See what he says.' "I promised to do just that.

"I can remember as if it was yesterday the whole scene when I told my old man about David's raping me. He had just gotten back from town and was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. I was still spitting mad and wanted to get my story out, but when I started, he just held up his hand. 'Give me a minute,' he said. 'I'm tired.'

"Isn't that a bitch? The fucker's only daughter was raped, and he's too tired to talk about it. And besides that, he stayed too tired to talk about it until after supper. Finally, then, I got my say-so.

"I can remember David sitting there looking kind of half scared and half cocky. I spilled out the whole story, what David had made me do, and what he had done to me. I thought I gave myself a pretty good case. In fact, I couldn't help but think of seeing David being tarred and feathered on the back porch. Or maybe not getting any meals for a week. Or maybe even having his goddamned cock cut off.

"The old man looked around the table for a while, not saying anything. Then finally: 'You say David fucked ya while your brothers held you down. That right?'

" 'They raped me! That's what they did!' I shot back.

"The old man stared at me for a whole minute or longer. 'David didn't rape ya,' the old man said at last. 'He fucked ya. And I don't see any cause of alarm in that. That's what you're here for.'

"David smiled from ear to ear and I just about shit in my pants. I was shocked. And I was scared. The old man was just turning me over to my brothers. I mean, if he said it was okay for them to stick their cocks in my mouth and up my pussy, then

SI you could be damned sure they'd do it. There wouldn't be any holding them back now. I started to cry.

" 'No need to cry, Laurie,' the old man said. 'You enjoy it. You told me that yourself.'

" 'With you,' I said. 'Not with them!'

" 'You'll learn to enjoy it with them, too.' That's all he said. The discussion was over. I was community property.

"That night when I went to bed, I was scared stiff. I didn't know who to expect. The old man had fucked me the night before he went to town, so I wasn't expecting him. He'd probably wait another week. But if that door opened, it could be any of the five. Christ, even Saul was looking at me like I was nothin' more than some goddamned hole to stick his cock into. I knew what they all were thinking; I knew I was in for the works, but there wasn't anything I could do. No lock on the door; no way to run. Shit, they'd find me in an hour if I took off for town. So what did I do? Nothin'. I just got into bed and lay there, hoping they'd let me alone, but knowing they wouldn't.

"I was right. Not more than fifteen minutes after I got into bed, the door opened. It was Toby and he wasn't messin' around. He was naked and his cock was already hard. 'I want to fuck you,' he says.

"Now in that ten or fifteen minutes I'd had by myself in my room, I'd come to a decision. I wasn't gonna fight them. If they wanted to fuck, I'd let them. I wasn't gonna get my pussy ripped up fighting them. And from the size of those creeps, that's sure as hell what would've happened.

" 'Okay,' I said to Toby. 'Go ahead.' So he came over to the bed and climbed on. He was just around nineteen and didn't know shit from Shinola about turning a girl on. He just got between my legs and tried to shove his cock up my dry pussy, not getting very far. It hurt like hell.

" 'We drew straws for you, Laurie,' he said after he pulled his cock out, 'and I won. So goddamn it, let me in!'

"I almost laughed at that. He acted as though I was the one keeping him out. It was his own goddamned ignorance that was keeping him out. 'Put your fingers in and play with my pussy for a while. Get it wet, then you'll get in,' I told him.

"He knelt on the bed and shoved first one, then two, then four fingers up my cunt. He was shoving and ramming his fist up there so hard that I wanted to shit. But sure enough, after a good while of all that fingering, the juices start rolling and Laurie's pussy was set to be fucked.

" 'You can put it in now,' I said. Man, I was acting like a real robot. He lifted my legs and shoved his prick inside. It slid the full length on the first stroke. It hurt a little bit but not bad. Toby wasn't as big as David or the old man. He slid his prick in and out about ten times and then moaned as he shot a whole tubful of come into my hole. That was it. Stick it in, ram it in and out, shoot, and hop off. I didn't help him a bit. I didn't enjoy it. I just laid there and let him use me. Christ, it was awful.

" 'Have a good time?' I asked Toby as he climbed off. He just looked at me and smiled. I guess he did.

"I wasn't finished for the night, though. Eventually all the brothers had me, even little Saul.

That fucker had a cock on him that wouldn't stop and he was only fifteen years old.

"I really didn't get excited at all. I just let them get their kicks and then rolled over and went to sleep. When I got up the next morning, the whole sheet was stiff with dried come that had leaked out of my pussy."

Laurie's enslavement to her family lasted for almost six years. Eventually, their enthusiasm at having a constant and docile sexual object wore thin, but their abuse of Laurie's body, while not continuing with the same intensity or frequency with which it had started, was sustained. Laurie bore this assault without complaint or conscience. It was her way of life. She knew no other.

As Laurie entered her seventeenth year, an important visitor arrived at her father's farm. Important to Laurie. It was her mother's sister. Everyone, including the father, was on his best behavior. No one mentioned Laurie in a sexual context, and there were no visitors to her room, at least not for the first few days.

By this time Laurie had grown into an attractive young woman. Her figure was perfect, and her face was pleasant. All the other members of her family had, of course, also gotten a few years older by this time. The father seldom made visits to Laurie's bedroom. She had become the exclusive property of her brothers.

Saul, her youngest brother, was now twenty. He was at the height of his sexual awareness. And the years of readily available sex had conditioned his body to expect it. The sex drive became so strong in him, in fact, that despite the admonition of his father to stay away from Laurie during the aunt's visit, he found, after only a few days, that he could not contain himself.

Saul visited Laurie's bedroom late, expecting everyone else to be asleep.

"I can remember Saul putting his finger to his lips as he climbed into bed with me. He didn't want to wake anybody in the house. Especially my aunt.

"I moved over to let him in. If the truth be known, I had missed sex almost as much as he had. You get that way after a couple of years of having cock poured to you steady. I lowered my hand and wrapped it around Saul's big cock. Like I told you before, he was big. He was big when he was a fifteen-year-old kid, and he was even bigger now. In fact, he had the biggest goddamned cock in the whole family, which is really saying something.

"And I had a special feeling for Saul. I liked him more than all the rest. Although he didn't treat me any different than the others, I always enjoyed being with him. But I had bad news for him tonight. I was on the rag. Wasn't that a bitch?

"He looked at me like I had just shot him in the balls. 'I'm sorry,' I said.

" 'Suck it then,' he said. He put his hand behind my head and pushed it down to his cock. I gobbled it in. You see, by this time I wanted sex almost as bad as they did-as much and as many times as I could get it. How else would you expect me to be? Christ, six years of being nothin' but a dumpin' ground for their goddamned come. Christ, I'd sucked more cock in those six years than there's fish in the ocean. I'd had one at a time, two at a time, three, four, five at a time. I'd had my cunt, my ass, my hands and my mouth all working at once. I was a goddamned sex machine.

"While I was sucking him, Saul reached down and started feeling around on my pussy, but I pushed his hand away. Like I told you, I was on the rag and I get pretty messy.

"But Saul was looking for somewhere to put his cock. He didn't really go for blow jobs. Then he started foolin' around with my ass-hole while I'm goin' for broke with his cock, takin' it all the way down my throat, wrapping my tongue around it, lickin' it, lappin' it and suckin' it. And he's gettin' hot, I could tell that.

"He shoved one of his fingers up my ass, something I'd never really had up there before. A couple of times one of my brothers would threaten to fuck me there, but it didn't happen. They might hump me a little back there, or make me lick their ass-holes, but that was as far as I'd go.

"But this time, I went a little farther. Like I said, while I was sucking him off, Saul was sticking his finger up my ass, real gentle like, not hurting me. Then he leaned over and got some cold cream off my nightstand. He smeared a big gob all over my ass and then ran his finger in again. It felt pretty good. And I could tell the finger action in my ass was turning him on even more. His cock was rock hard, jerking around in my mouth. I figured he was close to shooting, and I was getting ready. I'd come to love the feel of hot come pourin' into my mouth. I'd drink it like water if I could. All except the old man's. His come is bitter. But Saul's was the best, and I was looking forward to swallowing a quart of it.

"But just about when I thought I had him ready, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and pushes me away. I give him a look that says, 'What's the matter?'

" 'Let me try it in the ass, Laurie. Let me fuck you in the ass. I'll go real slow. It won't hurt.'

"Now it might be hard to believe that I let him do it, but you gotta remember that I was hot from sucking him off, and that I really liked Saul. I wanted him to have fun. So, after thinking it over for a little while, I flipped over and offered my ass to him.

"He took up on the offer real fast, slapping some more cold cream on my ass, pushing some inside with his finger, and then putting a whole mess of the cream on his cock. I turned around and watched. His big prick was standing up straight and tall, almost touching his belly, and the whole thing was glistening, both with my spit and the cream. It was a sight that really turned me on.

" 'Get on your hands and knees,' he told me. I got up and supported myself, sticking my ass straight out into the air. He couldn't have missed it if he was blind. He took his thumb and stuck it up my ass. He moved it in and out a couple of times. It was pretty tight back there. 'Relax,' he said, 'and it won't hurt at all.'

"I don't know where he got his information, but it did hurt, a hell of a lot, especially when he was shoving to get that big cock of his lodged in. He got the head in without much trouble and that didn't really bother me, but when he shoved kind of hard and I felt about three inches slide into that tight, little hole, I yelled for him to take it easy. Lucky for me he did. He'd push a little, getting a little more in, and then stop and let me get used to it. Christ, it was like sitting on a goddamned fence post. Every time he'd shove more of his cock in, I'd let out a halfway scream, just to let him know what a favor I was doing for him.

"He'd just got that hard piece of meat shoved all the way up my ass-hole, with me still on my hands and knees, ass sticking up waiting and wanting to get fucked, when old auntie walks in the room. We didn't hear her come in. All we heard was her saying, 'My God, what's going on in here?'"

Laura's aunt got the entire story of Laura's life the next morning. Needless to say the woman was speechless. Her first impulse was to lash out at her brother-in-law, which she did, until that man said very simply, "If you mention a word of this, I'll kill you!" And he meant it.

Laura next asked her aunt if she could leave with her, go with her to her home in Colorado. The woman was a true product of her society; she refused Laura's request. The aunt was quick to condemn but still unwilling to help.

Our bureaucratic society functions in much the same way.

After the aunt had explained to Laura how terrible her conduct had been, Laura was filled with self-loathing. She couldn't stand to even look at herself in a mirror. From what she tells of her actions subsequent to her aunt's departure, she was on the brink of a serious nervous breakdown.

The only benefit Laura received from her aunt was a present, a twenty-dollar bill. The woman secreted it to Laura the day she left. "Leave this place," the woman told Laura, but gave her no advice where to go, offered her no shelter, just told her to go.

Laura chose the obvious. She slipped away from home, made it to the nearest town and bought a bus ticket to New York City. Three days later she was arrested by an officer of the vice detail for soliciting.

Laura spent many hours in the office of the prison psychiatrist. Through his efforts, she was taken into a decent home and given the opportunity to learn some useful skills. It can only be hoped that she makes a success of her life. It's doubtful; we can only hope.

CHAPTER THREE Toni: Incest and the Adolescent Teaser

"For a whole year before that first night, Daddy had got into the habit of walking around the trailer bare-assed naked. He'd even sit at the table naked when we ate. I can remember that big cock of his hanging down. I never said anything, but I sure was curious. Especially with the noises that came from his bed almost every night. He fucked just about any woman who wanted it, though most of them were ugly as sin. At least to me they were.

"You see, Mom died about three years ago, and since then we've been traveling in a trailer. We go from job to job, because Daddy's in the construction business. It plays hell with my school, but it's fun. And Daddy doesn't ever intend to get married again-he's got too many women waiting for him wherever he goes.

"Dad is a really good-looking man, and he isn't old. I'm fifteen now, but he's only thirty-two. He was fucking the shit out of my mother for six months before she got pregnant and then, bam, suddenly he had a kid-me-and a wife. I don't think he particularly liked the idea, but he lived with it.

"And now, he says, he's 'really living.' Living for sex, I'd say, and just about anything goes. Even me.

"As I said, he had me curious about that cock of his. I was only fourteen when he started in on his habit of parading around buck-assed naked, but I was a good-looking fourteen, even if I say so myself. I had a pair of tits that were good-small but good. And a fine figure. Sort of slender, but nice.

"After a couple of weeks watching him move around the trailer without a stitch on, that big prick swinging in the breeze, I took to matching him-nude for nude. But I wasn't as brazen as he was. I'd just sort of let him watch when I got undressed for bed, or in the morning when I was getting up. I even took to sleeping in the raw, like he did, so that every morning, along with his orange juice, he had a fine, fresh, sexy little body to watch. And it was a naked body. I made sure of that.

"Of course, I didn't know what this would lead to, because if I had I sure as hell wouldn't have played his game. But I was a young kid and anxious to please. You see, I guess that basically my love for Daddy was more than a daughter's should be. I mean, he turned me on. And I guess most of that was the result of my girl friends, who all seemed to go ga-ga whenever he was around them.

Like this one girl friend I had when we were living near Raleigh. She told me she'd lay down on her back for my dad anytime he wanted. You know, that kind of talk turned me on-and so did my dad.

"I talk sort of adult-like, but when it comes right down to what I'd done in the way of sex, I was really green. Sure, I'd had petting sessions with a couple of boys, and even let them finger-fuck me every once in a while, but none of them really turned me on. I blew a guy once, but that was kinda disgusting, so I won't talk about that.

"Anyway, along about March of this year, things began moving fast at the trailer. I can remember that first night as clear as anything. I was in bed-naked like always-when Daddy came home from a night on the town. He must really have tied one on because I could hear him stumbling and tripping over everything in the trailer. That's one of the worst things about living in one of those damned trailors: There's no room.

"I had a night light on next to my bed-very weak. I only kept it on in case I had to get up in the middle of the night. With the light at least you could see outlines of things. And not break your neck falling over the kitchen table.

"I was awake but pretended to be asleep. I don't know why. I guess I just liked looking at Daddy when he didn't know I was looking. I saw him sort of stumble into the back of the trailer where his bed was, then flick on the light. I squinted my eyes and watched him strip off his clothes. He had a tremendous looking body. From all that hard work on construction, I guess.

"I was still watching him when he turned around and faced me. It wasn't intentional on his part-he didn't know I was watching-but when he turned I saw he had a tremendous hard-on. His big prick was sticking straight up in the air, almost touching his belly. When I saw that, I felt this warm feeling go all the way through my body. Damn, he was so beautiful.

"I watched some more. He moved his hand down to his cock and wrapped his big mitt around it, then he moved his hand up and down a couple of times, jacking off. I knew that. I'd watched some boys doing it. But Daddy didn't finish himself off like they had. He was just feeling himself up, I guess. Because after just a little while and after a few more jerks on his pecker, he sighed and headed towards the bathroom.

"To get to the bathroom, he had to come almost next to where I was sleeping. As soon as he got close I let out a sigh, you know, like I was sound asleep, and then I turned on my back and settled down. I did it deliberately. I wanted him to be aware of me.

"He heard me alright and he stood with his hand on the doorknob of the bathroom for a long time. He just stared at me. I could feel him looking at me, although I had my eyes closed tight by this time. Then I heard him walking over towards me. He sat down on the side of the bed. The bed is narrow so I felt his thigh pressing against mine. That got me all the more excited. I don't know what I expected to happen, but I was disappointed when nothing did.

"It wasn't until later that things really did start happening.

"Daddy had been drinking a lot since we'd gotten to Houston. I don't know why, but whenever we were in Texas, he'd drink a lot. And then when we moved, he'd slow down. I guess he was just trying to keep up with the big-talking, big-drinking Tex-ans. Anyway, when Daddy got drunk he also got horny. Really horny. So horny he'd fuck just about anything, I swear to God.

"One night he brought this kid home. It was a guy. And he couldn't have been a hell of a lot older than I was. I watched them in the back of the trailer. Daddy never did bother to close the sliding door anymore. He had the kid on his knees and made him suck on his cock until he poured his cream into the poor guy. Although I don't think Daddy was forcing him-the kid seemed to be enjoying himself too much. But that was the only time I'd ever seen Daddy do anything sort of 'queer.' I guess he'd just been hard-up that night and decided to take what was available.

"I'm telling all this, I mean about the queer sucking him off, not to make Daddy sound bad. I was just trying to show you how desperate he got sometimes for sex. He'd do just about anything.

"And then the night arrived when we had our first thing. God, I'll never forget it. It was wonderful, and even if he was my father, when he fucked me, when he stuck that big hard cock up into me, I thought it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.

"He was drunk when he walked into the trailer about 3:00 a.m, mumbling to himself like crazy. I heard him say things like, 'Stupid bitch,' and 'Cock teaser,' so I took it for granted that he had been leading one of the local belles along all night and she'd turned him down. Which didn't happen often.

"But anyway, he was hot as hell and ready to stick his prick into anything. I knew that. And knowing it excited me. He went through the routine again of getting undressed back by his bed, still mumbling, and then heading towards the bathroom. When he got close, I sighed again, only this time I moved around and shoved the sheet down a little. My tits were hanging out. I did it deliberately, so you can't put all the blame for what happened on Daddy. I didn't know what I was getting into, but I sure wasn't discouraging him.

"He stood at the door, just like that last time, and stared at me. More likely at my tits. Of course, they were pretty flat, what with me laying on my back, but I guess they still looked pretty good to him, because he kept standing there and staring at me. And then all of a sudden he reached for his cock and started jacking himself off. It was hard and big in no time. Through my squinted eyes I could see that even his face was flushing up.

"I was really feeling all hot and excited by this time, so I sighed and moved around again. Damn, I was such a little whore. This time I managed to push that sheet down even farther, so that my pussy was showing. I had the prettiest little silken hairs there. Very light colored.

"But Daddy still didn't move. I squinted my eyes again and by now he was working on his pecker to beat the band. His fist was flying up and down on that rod. I watched him for only a couple of seconds, getting hotter all the time, feeling my pussy getting wet. Then I really moved around on that bed. I pretended to be still asleep but I thrashed around until the sheet was completely off me and then I opened my legs wide. My cunt was open for the world to see. But I only wanted one person to look-Daddy-and he was getting a real eyeful.

"So you see, you can't blame Daddy for what happened. It was really more my fault. He walked over to the bed, and I could see that his cock was about to shoot off. It was hard as steel and throbbing like an engine, jerking up and down. And it was red, redder than I've ever seen on anybody.

"He stood over the bed for a couple of seconds, and I closed my eyes, lest he'd see I was watching and get afraid. I didn't know what he was doing. But then he got on the floor beside the bed. I felt his hair brush my thigh, and then I felt-oh, shit, it was glorious-I felt his mouth sucking out my pussy. Then his tongue slithered into my cunt. He ran his tongue around in circles, taking my clit between his teeth and biting it gently, then he shoved his stiff tongue as far into my cunt as he could. I was so excited my cunt hairs were standing on end. I was moaning and moving around on that bed like I was crazy, which I probably was. It felt so wonderful.

"Then Daddy's hands were on my breasts, caressing them. His mouth trailed up my belly. I could feel his wet tongue running smoothly over my belly, into my belly button and up. Then he took my nipples between his teeth, flicking them with his tongue. The nipples were hard already and his mouth action sent me to the stars. Then he moved to my other tit. Flicking, lapping, sucking. He caressed the other breast with his hand, and then slowly, so slowly that I almost went out of my mind, he slid his hand back down my belly and put his finger inside me.

"I couldn't help but groan with pleasure. I still had my eyes shut, but I wanted to open them. I wanted to see what he was doing to me, as well as feel it. But I was afraid if he knew I was awake he'd quit.

"He worked another finger into my pussy which was soaking wet by now. He took his fingers out and put them under my nose, letting me smell my own cunt juices. That really flipped me. Back went the hand. He shoved into me with three fingers now, stretching my cunt, getting it ready for his big cock. I knew that, but I didn't care-I wanted it inside me worse than anything else in the world.

"Finally, after what seemed like an hour of his finger-fucking me, Daddy finally climbed up on the bed and got between my legs. I looked quickly at him. He was staring down at my cunt, like he didn't know whether to go ahead or not. I arched my back, shoving my pussy up towards him, while he was towering over me, his huge prick waving in the air. It was looking desperately for some place to shove itself.

"He was so turned on now, nothing could have stopped him. He put his cock up against my cunt and pushed gently. He got inside. There was no pain, just wonderful, wonderful pleasure. He pushed again, and got inside me farther. This time there was a little pain. He was stretching me wide apart. But I wanted that pain. I wanted anything that went along with his cock.

"And then suddenly, he shoved violently into me. His cock split me open, pushing into that virgin hole. I screamed out in pain, but he was too excited to care. He fucked my cunt like a madman. The pain stopped. It didn't last long-but I really wanted to have his come in me. I twisted and swiveled my ass, taking as much of that cock as he could force into me, feeling that steel-hard rod plunging into my belly. Christ, he was in me so damned far. And then, after a wild few minutes, he groaned and plunged all the harder. He was getting close. He fucked my pussy with a speed that was unbelievable, causing me more pleasure than I'd ever had before. In and out, in and out. Christ, he was wonderful.

"Then he shouted, 'I'm coming, I'm coming!' and I felt, yeah, I actually felt, his hot, searing come slam against my insides. I just laid there and moaned and groaned and yelled as wave after wave of come flooded my insides. I had all of him now.

"He ended up with his cock still buried deep inside, me laying flat on my stomach, our faces not more than a couple of inches apart. His eyes were closed and he pulled even closer to me. I could feel his cock move inside me when he moved his body. He lowered his mouth and I felt his lips brush against mine. Then he pressed hard against me. I felt his tongue slip between my lips and caress my own tongue, while he still moved his cock slowly and sensuously inside my cunt.

"Then, all of a sudden, I heard him yell, 'For crissake, Toni!' I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was leaning up, staring at me-terror-stricken. I could feel his cock wilt inside me. He pulled out the poor shrinking thing and jumped up off the bed.

" 'Oh my God! Oh my God!' he kept saying over and over again. 'Toni, baby. I'm so goddamned sorry.' He was actually crying. Tears were running down his face. I felt so sorry for him that I reached up and tried to put my arms around him. But he drew back. Jumped back is more the word for it. 'No,' he said. And then he stammered something about being so sorry. He stumbled back to his end of the trailer and pulled the sliding door shut. It was the first time he'd done that in a long time.

"As for me, I wasn't sorry at all. I lay on the bed, still without the sheet covering me. I reached down with my hand and put two of my fingers inside my cunt. I could feel the jism. I moved my fingers around until they were covered with the sticky juice. Then I brought my fingers up and sniffed them. The odor was delicious. Hesitantly, I put the tip of one of my fingers in my mouth and began to suck on it. The taste matched the smell. It brought back memories of the whole glorious fuck Daddy had given me. It was wonderful.

"The next morning Daddy was out of the trailer before I woke up. He must have snuck around like a cat to get out without making any noise, because I'm sort of a light sleeper. I moped around the trailer, hoping he'd come back, until it was time to head for school. The whole day was a drag.

"When I got back, Daddy was home. He was sitting at the table, with a bottle in front of him. He looked, I swear, ten years older than he had the night before. I don't know if it was because he fucked me and was really feeling sorry, or because he'd already had half the bottle of booze.

"I went up to him and tried to kiss him hello, like I always did, but he pulled away from me. 'What's the matter, Daddy?' I asked in my sweetest and softest voice. He just stared at me, so I turned, sort of angry, and started to head towards the door. 'Toni,' he called. 'C'mere and sit down.'

"I did what he told me.

" 'There isn't anything in the world I can say,' he stammered, 'that would make up for what I did last night. My biggest worry is that it might happen again.'

"I told him I wouldn't mind if it did, and he said, 'I know you wouldn't. And that's what has me worried.' I really felt sorry for him then. He was worried out of his mind.

"That's when he broke the news to me. He'd called his sister while he was out and she'd agreed to look after me for a while. He was sending me away!

"I started to cry right away. The last thing in the world I wanted now was to be away from him, especially now, especially after he had shown me how much he loved me. I pleaded and begged him to let me stay, but nothing I did or said would change his mind. He told me he was going to put me on the bus the next afternoon.

"We had a silent dinner that night. I wasn't angry at him, because I understood, I guess, why he was doing what he was doing. Only I didn't want him to do it. I was wracking my brain to come up with something that would change his mind. Finally, I thought of a possible way.

"He drank all day, not even bothering to go to work, and was blasted out of his mind by nine o'clock. I sat in front of the television watching him get drunker and drunker, until he got to the point where he couldn't even stand up. I helped him back to his bed and he threw himself down. He was out.

"That meant I'd have to wait at least a couple of hours to start with my plan. I went to bed myself, setting the alarm for three just in case I fell asleep. I didn't need the clock. I was so excited about what I was going to do, I didn't even close my eyes.

"It seemed like three o'clock took forever to get there, but eventually, finally, the time arrived. I got out of bed quietly and headed back towards Daddy's bed. He was still stretched out on his back, the same position he was in at ten o'clock. The whiskey must have really hit him.

"I shook him gently and he stirred, so I knew he wasn't completely out, just sleeping. I threw off my clothes and knelt by the side of the bed. His body was over towards the edge, so that made what I was going to do easier. I opened his trousers and pulled down his fly. He didn't have anything on underneath, and I eased his limp cock out of his pants. It was big, even when it wasn't hard. I looked at that cock for a few seconds, and it was beautiful-almost as beautiful as when it was plowing into my pussy. I leaned down and kissed it very lightly. It moved and started very slowly to thicken and get hard. I could feel myself getting excited.

"It jerked a couple of times, and got longer, and then that beautiful, beautiful prick started to edge up, poking up into the air, aiming itself at me. Christ, I loved that dick of his.

"As carefully as I could, I opened his pants more and gently lifted his balls. Then I pushed his shirt up on his belly. He was now naked from his chest on down, so I leaned over the bed, still kneeling, and brushed my breasts against his cock. It jerked even more. Then I slowly lowered my head and let my tongue flick out on his belly, lightly. I trailed my tongue down his belly, in and out of the tight clump of hair he had above his cock, and then shoved my mouth down hard on his cock, taking the whole, hard length into my mouth.

"He was groaning in his sleep now-from pleasure. When his cock was slippery and wet, I knelt closer to the bed and leaned forward. I put his prick in between my breasts and pressed them together with my hands, giving him a new type of pussy to fuck. Slowly I started to move my tits up and down, pressing firmly against his cock. It was getting bigger and hotter all the time, and he was moaning more.

"I spit down in between my tits, adding more lubrication, until his cock was sliding up and down with no friction at all. It felt good for me, but seeing the pleasure he was having was the biggest thrill.

"Then he said something. Maybe it was only an alcoholic haze, but he had to be awake-just not with it. 'Lick it,' he murmured. And I immediately dropped my tits and lowered my mouth on his cock. I took it all in, licking it all the way down, tasting the juice that was leaking out. I was really getting excited by this time.

"I moved down to his balls, taking one at a time into my mouth, letting them roll around inside me, gently sucking. For the longest time, I just kept alternating from one ball to another. And he was really thrashing around on the bed now.

"Finally, when I couldn't take the excitement anymore, I stood up. I felt my cunt and it was wet -slimy wet. I got up on the bed and positioned myself over him. His cock was standing straight up in the air, so I lowered my ass, bringing my pussy right down on the head of it.

"Slowly, I sank down on that huge dick. It slid into me inch by inch until I had the whole thing inside. I was sitting on his hips now, with his whole goddamned prick wedged up in my cunt, exciting me so that I wanted to scream.

"I started moving around, milking his cock, wanting his come inside me, and at the same time wanting him never to come, never to stop fucking me.

"I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have him fully awake, so he could see what he was doing to me. 'Daddy,' I called out. 'Daddy.' While I was still moving my cunt up and down on his prick, I leaned down and shook him, hard. I had to do it twice before he finally came around. He still didn't seem to know exactly where he was, but he took over the action right away. He had a big smile on his face as he started moving his hips up and down, plunging that cock deep inside me.

"And then, I guess, it dawned on him who I was. He looked up at me, directly in the face, and a funny look came over him. His smile left and this terrible expression came back to him. I could see the transformation right in front of me as he stopped the action of his hips, stopped that beautiful fucking action, and stared at me. 'Toni, for Christ's sake,' he said slowly. 'Get up.'

"I started swiveling my hips around like crazy, hoping to get him hot again, but it was no use-his cock wilted inside me, and he halfway shoved me off him. He just stared at me. I thought for a moment that he was going to hit me, but he didn't. All he did was shake his head and say, 'Go to bed, Toni.' That's all. Just 'Go to bed.' I felt like ripping his eyes out.

"I went back to my own bed, knowing that the plan I'd had so much confidence in hadn't worked.

"The next morning, when I woke up, breakfast was all ready. I looked around and saw my suitcase setting against the wall. It was all packed. Daddy had done it himself. He had me all ready to leave.

"He wouldn't talk to me, and I couldn't eat. I kept looking at him all the while we were sitting there, but he'd look away. Finally, out of desperation, I pleaded with him again. 'I don't want to go, Daddy,' I begged. 'Please don't make me go.'

" 'You have to go, Toni.' That's all he said.

" 'But I can't,' I shouted. 'I can't go because I love you, Daddy. I love you so much."

A young girl needs a father who accepts his role. A healthy relationship cannot be acquired by a formal course of study; it must be learned in the course of daily life from a father who serves as a model. Freud stated: "There is not any need in childhood as strong as that for a father's protection." From her infancy, the young girl needs to be aware that she has a father who can protect her from danger.

The child also needs her father's help in dealing with her angry wishes and fearful fantasies. Every young girl wants her father all for herself. Tolerating no rivals, she gets rid of her mother and siblings in fantasies and dreams, though the fantasies may be violent and the dreams may turn to nightmares. Since she cannot yet separate wishes from deeds, the child becomes desperately frightened; she has no way of knowing that her thoughts will not become reality. Here the father's role is twofold: to view sympathetically the young girl's frustration, fury and fear, and at the same time, in silent strength, convey the reassuring message, "Don't worry. I will not let you fulfill your fantasy."

Some parents are not aware of the need to protect a child from incestuous and destructive fantasies. In some homes, the parental bedroom can be invaded-either physically or by sight-at any time day or night. This cannot but bring anxiety to the child.

There comes a time in every girl's life when she wants her father "all for herself." He is her first love, and she declares her love for her father-a love so possessive that it tolerates no rivals. It is essential that this desperate love not be encouraged by words or deeds.

Even in jest, a young girl should not be called, "My beautiful girl" or "My little lover" by the father. Not, at least, under the explained circumstance. For these descriptive phrases are the very roles that the child wishes she could assume in life, roles which she must give up-the sooner the better.

We should not increase a young girl's frustration by letting her hope futilely. Indulgence by a father (kisses on the mouth, caressing of the genitals) is pleasurable to the child, but it brings her guilt rather than contentment. Indeed, sensual indulgence, either tactile or verbal, ties the child erotically to her parent and blocks normal development of sex and love.

Along the same lines, some parents are not aware that their own child may look at them erotically and react to them sexually. Unwittingly, as was the case of Toni's father, they may intensify a child's sexual urges towards them. A father who undresses in front of his daughter stimulates sexual feelings and fantasies.

Such behavior, and all related actions, have damaging effects on a young girl's development. Girls reared by seductive fathers have a tendency to get involved sexually with older men-as indicated by Toni's actions in a later section of her case history-after they had been rejected by their own fathers.

Conversely, some may be so frightened by their parents' erotic approach that in adult life they may shun sex altogether and/or seek satisfaction with members of their own sex. Seductive parents definitely need psychotherapy.

In Toni's case, her father took the easy way out. Whether through ignorance or design, he was responsible for her actions. Instead of trying to cope with her problem, the man did her further damage by sending her away. That further damage is narrated in the following section of Toni's case history.

"My aunt's house was a disaster. My aunt wasn't too bad, but I had two cousins that would've driven Joan of Arc up a wall. And my uncle was a silly bastard, fat and sloppy, and he giggled. Honest to God, he giggled.

"The cousins were the worse though-a boy and a girl. The girl was just my age and the boy was about a year older. They were so 'good' you wanted to vomit. Everything was, 'Yes, please,' and 'No, thank you,' and 'May I?' and a lot more of that bullshit. And I know damned well the closest either of them had ever been to having sex was taking a piss.

"And this was my new life. For the first couple of days I cried and cried-I missed Daddy so damned much. And then I started getting mad at him. I couldn't help myself. The more and more disgusted I got with my new home and new 'family'-which they insisted I call them-the more angry I got at Daddy for making me stay there. I got to hating his guts after a while. Not really, though. I could never really hate him.

"I lived for getting back to that trailer. I vowed I would, and also vowed that I wouldn't cause Daddy any more sex problems. That way he'd have no reason for sending me away again. My chance came after I'd been staying at the goddamned place for about a month. Up until then, they watched me like a hawk-I guess they knew I wanted to go back-but then they sort of let down their guard.

"Billy-that was their creepy son's name-had a recital that night. Wouldn't you know he'd play the violin? I said I was sick and couldn't go. My aunt gets all fluttery and asks me what the matter is, then she puts her hand on my head to see if I had a temperature. All that shit. She kept at me so long that finally I just up and told her what the matter was. 'My pussy hurts,' I said. 'I'm on the rag.'

"That got them out of the house real fast.

"As soon as they were down the street, I was upstairs packing. I only took one little suitcase, left the other stuff for them to keep, or sell. I didn't give a damn. I got together all the money I could find in the house-even robbed the kids' piggy banks. Can you imagine a sixteen-year-old kid with a piggy bank? It was loaded.

"Anyway, I headed by cab downtown. I thought as long as I was going, I might as well travel rich. The cab pulled up to the curb and I hopped in. Bingo, the first thing I saw was that the cabbie looked almost exactly like my dad. Almost exactly, only maybe he was a year or two younger. I kept staring at him and he kept staring at me. I was getting a wet pussy just thinking of Daddy, or of the cabbie. It didn't matter, my pussy wouldn't know the difference. A couple of times, as I looked at his face through the rear view mirror, our eyes would meet and that's when he'd start rubbing his tongue along his lips. The way he did it made his tongue look like a little cock.

"We'd only gone about two miles when he reached over and turned off the meter and swung the cab down a dark street. I knew enough about the city by that time to know he wasn't heading for the bus station.

"He pulled under a big tree that shaded out what little light there was. He turned around, putting his elbow on the back seat, and flashed a grin. 'You interested in a little fun, honey?' he asked.

" 'What do you have in mind?' I answered.

"That was all the encouragement he needed. He jumped over into the back seat like a rabbit and five seconds later he had his hand jammed up my dress and was pushing aside my panties with his fingers. He sunk two fingers into my pussy without a second's hesitation, then he took my clit between them and started rolling it around, squeezing it gently, getting me hotter than a firecracker. I looked over at him and, sure enough, even this close he looked just like Daddy.

" 'Lay back and relax, honey,' he told me. I did what he wanted. He spread my legs and got between them. He wrestled my panties off with one hand while he continued finger-fucking me with the other. It felt so great, his finger sliding in and out, caressing my insides. I was dripping wet, and he appreciated that. 'Hot little bitch, ain't ya?' he said. I just nodded. I didn't want to talk, I just wanted to get fucked-by Daddy.

"He got down on his knees in that cramped area and stuck his face between my legs. My pants were off and my legs were spread, waiting for him. He drove his stiffened tongue right up into my cunt, holding my cunt lips open with his hands and forcing his face deep into that gaping space. He lashed at my cunt furiously with his tongue-as I held on to his head and pushed him in even deeper.

"He licked and sucked at my pussy for a long, long time, then he raised my legs up and started giving my ass-hole a tongue bath. I could feel that stiff tongue probing and poking at my ass-hole. He raised his head. 'Relax, honey,' he said. 'I want to get all the way in there.'

"I relaxed my body and could feel his tongue pushing deep inside my ass. Wet and slippery, his tongue glided in and out of that puckered hole, so that I felt a wave of pleasure wrack my body every time his tongue forced itself in. Christ, the guy had the greatest tongue in the world, and best of all, he brought back the memory of when Daddy had used his tongue on me. Daddy wouldn't lick my ass-hole, though.

"I was thrashing around on the back seat by this time, not knowing what to do with my hands. I'd already come twice, once when he was licking up into my cunt, and the second time when his tongue first pushed its way into my ass-hole. I felt like I was good for a thousand more.

"Eventually, I guess his tongue got tired, because he sat up, breathing hard. 'Christ,' he said, 'you're the fuckin' hottest kid I've ever run into.' Then he unzipped his pants and let his cock fly out. It was hard as a rock, not too big, but good-sized. Not as big as Daddy's. 'Suck on this, kid,' he said, and shoved his body over towards me.

"I was agreeable to anything. I threw my face down in his lap and gobbled his cock, all the way down into my throat. I closed my eyes and pretended it was Daddy's cock I had in my mouth, tasting the juice that was leaking out of the top. I licked and sucked until the guy was begging me to stop. 'I'll come!' he shouted, and tried to push my head away. But I wouldn't let go. I had that cock in my mouth and I was going to keep it. I sucked even harder, wrapping my tongue around his prick and milking it.

"His whole body shivered as he let out a loud moan. Spurt after spurt of come shot into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could and still it came. I felt a huge gob rolling down my chin. I looked up at him while I was still sucking, still milking that cock. He had a look of pure bliss on his face.

"I sucked his cock until he had to force me off, and still I wanted more. 'Easy, baby,' he said. 'I'm drained.' I let him go when he said that. I was disgusted. Daddy would have let me do more.

"After he shot he seemed nervous. He got his pants up, handed me my panties from off the floor and climbed into the front seat. 'You said the bus station, didn't you?' he asked. He was all business now. I shook my head and settled back on the seat. I couldn't wait to see Daddy.

"The bus trip was boring. Nothing happened at all. I sat next to a fat old man who snored all the way. I had to just about call for help to get out of my seat. The only trouble was I got into Phoenix, where Daddy was working, about one o'clock in the morning. That meant another cab to get out to the trailer court. Oh, well, I thought. Daddy would have some money for me.

"The driver dropped me off at the trailer park gate. He hadn't tried any funny stuff at all, even though I kept eyeing him through the mirror. So I I played with myself all the way out, sitting in the back of the cab, sticking my finger up my cunt. It was wet through and through by the time I got to the trailer court.

"The court area was dark as hell. I stumbled at least five times trying to find Daddy's trailer. And then I saw the familiar blue and white colors. It looked beautiful to me. I walked up to the side and ran my palm along the metal. I was glad to be home-for a few seconds anyway.

"While I was standing there, still rubbing my hand on the trailer, I heard some familiar noises coming from inside-low moans-and there were two voices. All of a sudden I felt anger swell up in me. He was in there fucking somebody! I knew it. The son-of-a-bitch couldn't even keep his cock in his pants on the night when his daughter came home. The rotten fucker . ...

"But now wait a minute, I told myself. He didn't know I was coming. And maybe there wasn't anybody else in there. Maybe it was the television. Or maybe he was having a nightmare. The noises could be anything.

"I walked very quietly to the door of the trailer, reached up and turned the knob. I knew it would be open. We didn't lock the thing even when we were gone. As quietly as I could, I got the door open and stepped up inside. Then I tiptoed over to where I could look into Daddy's bedroom area.

"I don't know why I took so much trouble being quiet-I could have driven a herd of horses through there and he wouldn't have paid any attention. He had a big, blonde slut on his bed, on her hands and knees, and he was slamming his cock into her cunt from behind. The moans I'd heard were from her, and she was enjoying it like crazy. Every time he rammed his cock into her, she'd moan out, 'More, baby. Give me more.' The goddamned slut. She wasn't even a real blonde-her cunt hairs were black as coal. And she was so goddamned old. She must have been thirty-five if she was a day, and there was Daddy, fucking her like crazy and pretending to enjoy it. She must be paying him. That'd be the only reason he'd stick his prick into that ugly, black hole.

"I stood there for maybe ten minutes, watching Daddy cram cock into the old witch, making her scream even louder every once in a while. I guess that meant she was coming. And then Daddy started pumping into her faster and faster. He'd jam that cock of his all the way in and then pull it out until just the tip was in, and then slam back into her. You could hear his balls slapping against her ass.

"Then he came. He poured his good come into that wire-haired witch. For what seemed like hours he kept flooding her insides with jism. Again and again he lurched against her flabby white ass and then finally he pressed up against her cunt as hard as he could while his orgasm ended. Then he backed off a little, still inside her, and sighed heavily. 'Christ,' he said, 'what a fuck that was.'

"Then he did something that was really disgusting. He pushed her ass down on the bed and turned her over. He put her legs up on his shoulders and then lowered his face and pushed it against her pussy. He ate her out. That fucking messy hole he licked on and sucked on until it was clean as a whistle. He kept sticking his tongue up there, rolling it around, sucking in all the juice that both of them had left there. I've never seen anything so disgusting in my life.

"As soon as he finished with her cunt, Daddy knelt up on the bed and the old hag scrambled over and started sucking on his prick. It looked like the whole goddamned thing was going to start all over again. I'd had enough. I was sick, angry, disgusted and FURIOUS. Let the son-of-a-bitch fuck any old sow he wanted to-he wasn't going to get into me anymore.

"I walked to the door and got out of the trailer. I let it slam good and loud and then waited for a few seconds to see if he heard it. He didn't. Or at least if he did, he ignored it. The bastard! The goddamned bastard!

"I decided right then and there that I'd show him. He wasn't going to treat me that way. If he could have fun with every cunt that sniffed around him, I could be the same. I was going to have fun, and that fucker could have his goddamned trailer and all the decrepit old women he wanted. I'd show him.

"I got back to the highway, still holding on to my suitcase. I had about three dollars in my purse, which isn't a whole lot when you're alone, with no place to go. And I didn't know a soul, except for Daddy, and he was nothing. I wasn't going to see him ever again. I stood in the dark by the side of the highway and tried to think. I didn't know what to do. There were no buses out this way, and no cabs. Hell, I couldn't have afforded a cab if there was one. I figured the only thing to do was walk, so I gathered my coat around me, grabbed good and tight on my suitcase and started walking.

"Down the road just a few hundred yards, around the bend from the court where I couldn't see it when I started walking, was an all-night diner. I decided to spend fifteen cents for a cup of coffee. Maybe I could get a ride from somebody. There were three trucks parked in the lot, but when I walked inside, the place was empty-except for a hatchet-faced old waitress who acted like she was doing me a favor by serving me the cup of coffee, which sort of pissed me off.

"I waited until I was almost finished with my coffee, and still nobody came in. I was getting kind of desperate, so I decided to talk to the waitress. 'Where is everybody?' I asked. 'I mean, there are three trucks out in the lot, but there's nobody in here.'

"Hatchet-face was a real talker. 'They're sleep-in', ' she said and then walked back into the kitchen.

"That meant the drivers were either sacking out behind the diner in sort of a truck-driver's motel, or else they were asleep in their cabs. I decided to look for them. I didn't know what I had in mind-a ride, probably-or maybe even something more.

"I finished my coffee and left exactly fifteen cents on the counter. The goddamned waitress wasn't going to get a tip out of me. Then I walked outside. The same three trucks were still there. I walked over to the closest one which looked all locked up. The windows were all rolled to the top and there wasn't any sign of life, and the goddamned cab was so high that I couldn't boost myself up to take a look in the window. I went on to the second one. Same thing there-no life and no way to look inside.

"The third truck was a lot smaller one, though, and when I got over to it, I could see that the window was rolled down a couple of inches.

"I got up on the little running board and looked in the window. 'Hi, honey. Lose something?' a voice said. It scared me so much I fell off the running board and dropped my suitcase, right in the middle of a puddle. Who the hell ever heard of a puddle in Phoenix? But I found one.

"I was still sitting on my ass on the ground when the door to the cab opened and the driver got out. He was a big guy and he didn't have a shirt on. He was hairy all over his chest and shoulders and he had a pretty good start on a beer gut. But he was smiling and looked friendly. 'I didn't mean to scare you,' he said.

"That started what might be called a friendship. His name was Carl and he was as friendly as he looked. He helped me up off the ground and got me into the cab of the truck. And then he fucked me and fucked me all night. The next morning he drove me into downtown Phoenix.

"I really didn't mind having Carl's cock ramming into me, because when I looked up into his face, I pretended it was Daddy above me, even if he was a lot heavier. And when he asked me to suck his cock, I did it, pretending that it was Daddy's cock. Everything I did with him or for him was because I pretended I was with Daddy. I guess when it comes right down to it, I'd do just about anything anybody asks as long as they have something about them that reminds me of Daddy-a little crooked smile, the same kind of hair, anything. I'll do anything for anybody."

If the preceding excerpt from young Toni's interview is read carefully, indications are abundant that there was more to Toni's problem than an exaggerated example of an Electra complex (the counterpart to the Oedipus complex in males).

It is said that the emotions of love and hate are first cousins. A finely drawn line separates the two. In Toni's case, this is true. Take for example her statement that she came, within a short time while staying at her aunt's home, to "hate her father's guts." Then, in a complete reversal, in the very next sentence, she maintains that she "could never really hate him."

Another indication: while Toni was engaged in sexual activity with the cab driver, she "transferred" her love for her father to the other manbut within limits. She expressed herself in the following words: " ... And best of all, he brought back the memory of when Daddy had used his tongue on me." Then she proceeds to counterbalance that statement with an immediate follow-up: " ... Daddy wouldn't lick my ass-hole, though."

In psychological terms, Toni was a victim of what is referred to as a "transferral syndrome," which is to all intents and purposes a mental derangement.

Included also in this "transferral syndrome" is Toni's basic need for sex, a need completely out of control. A need that in any female, no matter what her age, would be itself an indication of a mental problem. In a young girl Toni's age, the need is even more bizarre.

Toni attributed perfection to her father. From her own statements, again, we remember her referring to her father in what might be called ultimate terms. To Toni, her father was a "good-looking man"; he had a "beautiful body"; his penis was "beautiful"; his lovemaking was "wonderful." On the other hand, she always remarked on the imperfections of the other men she met and whom she allowed to use her body. The cab driver was described only as having a small penis; the truck driver was "hairy" and had "a pretty good start on a beer gut." The man was also heavy when he lay on her body, while her father was light and felt good to her.

Toni, then, is an example of an extreme Electra complex, with mental imbalance a causative factor. In other words, from her statements, it can almost be stated as a fact that no matter what her circumstances, she would have been mentally ill. It just so happens that Toni was also the victim of a "seductive parent" (mentioned earlier in this chapter). Without his presence, or rather without his seductive actions, it is hard to tell what areas Toni's mental imbalance would have taken her into. We can never know, since by this time in her life, her "Love" of her father was completely controlling her life.

The following section of Toni's case history brings her story to an end. In it we'll see the effects of her thwarted love for her father. We'll also see to what degree that "Love" was responsible for her actions.

"Phoenix was a drag, a real out-and-out drag. Everybody walking around the streets was at least ninety years old. I never saw so many canes in my life. I guess every old fart in the world comes to Phoenix to die. At least it looked like it.

"I spent a week in Phoenix, paid for by my friend Carl. He and some buddy truck drivers of his got me a motel room. It was a nice place, not a dump, with all nice shades of green. It also had a swimming pool but Carl told me I wasn't allowed to use it because if the management found out I was in the room, there'd be trouble.

"Carl wasn't putting anything over on me. I knew what he was up to because he told me all about it. He told me he and his friends would pay for the room, and my food, if I'd do them 'some favors'-like let them fuck me anytime they wanted. I agreed right away. I didn't have any other place to go and no money, so what else was I supposed to do?

"Carl told the manager of the motel that he and his friends were tired of sleeping in their trucks, so they decided to maintain a motel room that any of them could use when they were in town. He asked the manager if it would be possible just to put a week's supply of towels and sheets in the room and not bother about it after that. He used as an excuse that there'd be guys sleeping in there at all times of the day and night and the maid would disturb them. That was okay with the manager. It saved him trouble.

"As soon as Carl snuck me into the room, he had to take off. With all the fucking we'd done the night before, he was already six hours late getting into Los Angeles. He told me not to worry-I'd have a lot of company. And he was right.

"I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. I had this funny feeling, that same old, hot feeling, down in my pussy all the while the water was running over me. I tried sticking my finger up my cunt, but that didn't do any good. It was like a tremendous itch all the way inside. I wanted to scratch it in the worst way, but I couldn't get to it with my hand. What I needed, I decided, was a big cock plunging up in there. That would help, but there wasn't any cock around. Not at the moment anyway.

"I dried myself off and looked around the room. It was furnished pretty sparse, but there was one thing I thought might be able to help me out: a vase that was on the bureau. It was long and had sort of a rounded top. I picked it up and put it against my pussy and pushed a little. The end slipped in, but it wasn't comfortable. It was too cold and dry. I went into the bathroom and held the vase under the hot water, then smeared cold cream on the top. I got into bed, raised my ass and stuck the goddamned bottle in as far as it would go-and, believe it or not, that vase was a good fuck. A warm cock would have been better, of course, but the vase didn't do too bad of a job in getting rid of that pussy itch I had.

"I was still on the bed, still jamming that vase up my cunt, when the door opened. It was a guy I'd never seen before, a truck driver friend of Carl's. Well, not really a friend; they only knew each other. Apparently Carl was spreading the news of me being available around pretty well.

"This guy closed the door, threw his satchel down on the floor and walked over to the bed. He stood over me, staring at the bottle. 'Couldn't wait, could ya?' he asked, and then laughed real hard. He liked seeing me with that bottle.

"He was a nice guy. I liked the way he laughed -sort of like Daddy. He wasn't too much to look at-kind of old-but he was fun.

"He had his clothes off in a big hurry, climbed in bed and got halfway on top of me. I could smell him. He didn't often take a shower.

"He laid there with one leg over mine and took over the action with the bottle. He shoved it in and held it in, all the while moving the end of the bottie so that it was rubbing against the inside of my cunt. He had me worked up in a real hurry. 'You sure can take a lot up that pussy, for being such a little girl,' he said. Then he laughed again.

"He shoved the bottle up in me maybe a hundred times, twisting and jerking on the thing. It was real enjoyable. I came twice, just with that bottle. I guess the main reason I liked it so much was because he seemed to be having so much fun. And if I closed my eyes, I could pretend that that bottle was Daddy's cock riding up and down the length of my pussy walls.

"Finally he took the bottle out and got to the real thing. As I said, he wasn't anything special, either in the looks or the size department. But his cock was hard and my cunt was hot.

"I guess the action with the bottle had him really worked up because he didn't do more than slide in and out of me about ten times-and then he shot. He made enough noise for ten people then, moaning and groaning and yelling out. I was sure the manager would hear, but I guess he didn't.

"The guy climbed off right away. He wasn't very interested in me now. He wasn't like Daddy who stayed in me and kissed me after he came. This guy just jumped up and put his clothes on. 'Have to get going,' he said. 'I'm on local today.' Whatever that meant.

"He got out of the room real fast. That was one thing I noticed about some men. As soon as they got their rocks off, they were done. There wasn't any thought of what I'd like done to me; or maybe that I wasn't ready to call it quits. For them it was just fuck and leave, that's all. Like that goddamned cab driver. I let him eat me out and then I sucked him off, and he still charged me the whole fare. The bastard. I hated him.

"But at least this last guy had gotten rid of the itch in my cunt and I could go to sleep. And I was going to have a lot more company in the next week. You see, what the drivers did was pass on keys, and the information about me. They'd meet in truck stops and the key to the motel room would pass from a guy who had just left Phoenix to one who was just coming in. They kept my pussy very busy.

"But I did get about an hour's sleep that morning before the door opened again. This time there were two of them, young guys. And they acted like having me available was about the best thing that ever happened to them.

"They weren't more than twenty-three or so, and that sort of turned me off. I mean it was like fucking with your brother or somebody like that. But I managed it. All I had to do was shut my eyes and I was back in that blue and white trailer, with Daddy's cock planted firm and hard in my cunt.

"These two young guys-their names were Bill and Joe-pulled a bottle of Scotch out of their satchel, then sat down and insisted that I take a big drink. It was, honest to God, the first hard liquor I'd ever had. And did it go to my head. I was whirling around like crazy in just a couple of minutes.

"While I was lying on the bed getting drunk, Bill and Joe went into the bathroom and showered and shaved. I thought that was nice of them, getting cleaned up for me. When they got back into the bedroom, we sat around, all naked, and had a couple more drinks. I asked them to make mine real small. They did.

"About fifteen minutes later, when we were all smashed, the action started. Bill started running his hand up and down my legs, while Joe started in on the top, on my tits. They had me flying hot in no time. Joe was sitting closer to me, and he kept rubbing his fingers across my nipples, and then he leaned down and took the nipples between his lips, sucking on them.

"He bathed my whole breast with his tongue, running his mouth down my belly, flicking his tongue inside my belly button. Bill, at the same time, was stretched out on his belly, his head stuck up between my legs, licking my thighs, even the back of my knees. It was a beautiful feeling.

"Eventually, Bill, the one on the bottom, got around to edging his tongue up to my pussy. I could feel him licking my cunt lips and poking his tongue inside. Then he grabbed hold of my clit with his teeth and bit down, a little too hard, if the truth be known. But by this time I didn't give a shit.

"Then this guy jammed his tongue straight into my cunt-but only for a second. His head came jerking up and he had a real mean look on his face. 'You just been fucked!' he said. 'I can taste it.' I admitted what he said was right. I wasn't ashamed of it.

"'Christ,' Bill said. 'Didn't you even take a shower?'

"I shook my head no. Within seconds, the two of them were off the bed and leading me to the bathroom. They turned the water on in the tub. They were, they told me, going to give me a bath. Now that was something new. Nobody had ever given me a bath, not even Daddy, unless of course it was a long time ago when I was a baby.

"The only trouble was, they made the water a little too hot. What do I mean, 'a little'? Christ, it damned near scalded me. I knew it was way too hot the second I put my foot into it, but they weren't going to let me go. They forced me into that water. God, it burned. All over my body. They made me sit in that hot water first, and then made me stretch my whole body out in it. It was so hot they couldn't even put their own goddamned hands in it without getting burnt.

"I started to fight and yell, but with the two of them, I didn't have a chance. They just pushed me down, and luckily, the water wasn't as hot as I really thought it was. Oh, sure, it burned hell out of my skin for a little while, but it cooled off pretty quick, and the burning didn't do any lasting harm. Thank God for that.

"I mostly remember what the hot water did to my skin. It made it red as hell. All over. These two clowns were pushing my body under the water and splashing water on the parts that weren't under. They were having one hell of a good time.

"After a while, I quit yelling and fighting and let them have their way. The water had cooled off a lot by that time. Bill picked up the soap and started in on me. He got into my hair first. 'Gotta clean up this little whore before we fuck her, right, Joe?'

"Joe agreed all the way down the line. They got my hair full of suds and started on my body. Then when the water was cool enough for them, they both climbed in with me. First they stood me up and bent me over, then Bill took the soap and stuck the whole bar into my cunt, soon pulling it out and rubbing up a lot of lather on his hands. Next he stuck his hand back into my cunt and scrubbed it out real good. He had so much of his hand up there, it hurt. But the soap made it easier for him to get in, so the pain didn't last too long.

"We all were hot by this time. My pussy was oozing juice like crazy and the two of them were standing in the tub with hard-ons that never stopped. Between them they came up with a great way of getting my back clean.

"They stood, one on each end of me, and made me bend over. Joe, in the front, stuck his cock into my mouth and Bill, behind me, sent the full length of his cock up into my cunt. Then, while they were pumping away from both ends, they rubbed that soap all over my back.

"I had never felt so full of cock-I had it in my mouth and in my pussy. Then they got into a rhythm. As Joe would press his cock down my throat, Bill would shove into my cunt. They shoved and jammed in unison, making it feel like my whole fucking body was filled with cock. It's a wonder the heads of their two cocks didn't meet somewhere around my belly.

"They kept that up a long time, these two good fuckers. Almost as long as Daddy. But then a new idea came to Bill. 'She's had so many cocks up her pussy, she's probably not enjoying this at all,' he said. Joe just laughed and agreed with him.

" 'Maybe we ought to try something new, so then maybe she'd enjoy it, too,' Bill continued. Now I didn't know what he had on his mind, because I couldn't think of anything 'new.'

"'Hold her head down tight,' Bill told his buddy, and Joe pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down between his legs. He gripped my head between his thighs, then I felt Bill, still in the back, pull his cock out of my cunt. His hands moved up a little, to the crack in my ass, and he shoved one of his lathered fingers right up into my ass-hole. It hurt, soap or no, and I let out a muffled scream.

" 'Hey,' Bill laughed. 'I think we hit virgin territory.'

"So with that, Bill pulled his one finger out and stuck his big thumb up my ass, which hurt even more. Then he gripped my ass cheeks with his other fingers and started rotating his thumb around in my ass-hole, stretching and pulling, forcing it to open wider, so that he could push his thumb up as far as it would go. I was writhing in pain by this time, but Joe had such a tight grip on my head, there wasn't anything I could do.

"Bill took his thumb out and put two fingers up my shit hole. I guess I was loosening up a little, because those two fingers didn't hurt near as much as his thumb.

"Then the two bastards changed places. Bill came forward and held my head down between his legs while Joe went behind me and took his turn at stretching my ass-hole. By this time, it wasn't feeling bad at all.

"When Bill saw I wasn't going to fight them anymore, he let my head go. There was something else he wanted. 'Hey, little whore,' he said, still laughing, 'all my life I wanted some cunt to lick my ass-hole. And guess what? You're the cunt.'

"I didn't want to lick his ass-hole. In fact, I wanted to lick his ass-hole less than anything in the world. But they had ways of persuading me. When I showed them I wasn't about to stick my tongue up his shit shaft, Joe started in with the persuasion. He hooked one thumb into my ass-hole and then when that was tight inside me, he tried to force his other thumb inside which was more pain than I'd ever felt in my life. Tears came to my eyes; my whole lower body was wracked with sharp, searing pain. I tried to pull away from them, but they held on. Joe stuck his second thumb in even farther. 'Lick that ass-hole,' he said, 'and I'll take my thumb out.'

"There wasn't anything I could do. I leaned toward Bill's ass and slowly let my tongue leave my mouth. I still didn't want to do it, but it was better than being ripped open. Bill turned his back towards me and bent over. Reaching up and separating his ass cheeks, I caught a look at his puckered hole just before I let my tongue run across it. At least it looked clean.

"Gingerly I dabbed at his ass-hole with my tongue. 'Stick it in,' Bill shouted. So I stuck. I took the bull by the horns and jammed my tongue up into his ass-hole. I felt the puckered skin give way to my tongue. I didn't taste anything-which I was thankful for-and, all in all, it wasn't an unpleasant experience. But, if the truth be known, I'd rather have somebody suck my ass-hole than do the sucking.

"I kept my tongue moving in and out of Bill's ass-hole for maybe five minutes. He was moaning with excitement. He really liked that tongue up there. Then the two of them changed positions, and I was standing there suddenly with Joe's ass stuck in my face. I was an old pro at ass-hole-licking now, so I just shoved my tongue up there and swirled it around a few times. Old Joe was in seventh heaven.

"Finally they let me stop. My tongue was getting sore. And I still didn't like the whole scene. What I was after was a good old-fashioned fuck. But they still had other ideas.

"Bill coated his cock with a whole lot of cold cream and then stuck some of it up my ass. I sort of had a feeling about what was coming. I didn't have to wait long. Bill put the head of his cock up against my ass-hole and shoved the whole goddamned length in. Now if I thought I had had pain when he put his thumb up there, it wasn't anything compared to his big prick being jammed into my ass. I felt like my whole body was on fire. I tried to jump off, but both of them held me. Bill was pumping away on my ass and Joe just stood there, holding my head down, watching his buddy fuck ass.

"Eventually, they made me stand up. Bill was still imbedded deep in my ass-hole. At the same time, Joe lowered his body and tried to get his cock into my cunt. It wouldn't work. They just couldn't get the right angle. By this time I was so worn out from the pain and trying to get away from them that I didn't give a shit what they did.

"The next bit would have been funny if it hadn't been for my ass that was suffering. Bill sort of picked me up from behind and started walking towards the bed. He carried me into the bedroom with his cock still up my ass. All Joe did was follow along and laugh at the way Bill had to walk.

"When we got to the bed, Bill told Joe to get down on the bed, on his back. Joe did what he was told. Then slowly, Bill lowered me, face down, on Joe's belly. Christ, all this moving around was stretching my ass-hole so wide, I felt like they could have parked their truck in there. And it still hurt.

"Bill was on his knees, behind me, his cock still buried in my ass, while I lay there on top of his friend. 'Scoot your cunt down on his cock, baby,' Bill said. He was all smoothness now. I slowly moved my body down until I could feel the tip of Joe's cock pressing against my pussy.

" 'She's touching it,' Joe yelled out. The dumb shit.

" 'Stick yourself on that cock, baby,' Bill said. His voice was hoarse from excitement, just the way Daddy's had been that first night.

" 'Fuck yourself on that big prick,' Bill shouted, and with his hands pulled me down so that I settled onto Joe's cock. I could feel it inching into me as I moved my body down. In just a couple of seconds it was all the way in.

"Getting fucked in the ass didn't turn me on at all. There was no feeling at all, except for the pain, and the excitement of having it done to me. But when I felt Joe's big cock inside my cunt, I got turned on. I came almost right away and then began building up again. I moved my ass as much as I could, feeling Bill's body bang against it as he kept on, and kept on, fucking my ass."

Toni went on to catalogue a week of sexual horrors. But to her it wasn't a horrible experience. She told herself she could accept all this being done to her because she could fantasize her father's presence. The persistent hound of Electra.

Toni was rationalizing. She could accept these assaults because she wanted to have them perpetrated on her body. In actuality, Toni was an ultimate masochist who retained some semblance of mental balance by blaming her actions on her father. That he had once participated in such actions with her was ample proof to Toni that she was telling herself the truth.

Did she love her father? Let's hear the rest of her story and discover for ourselves.

"The week went on like that. I had white cocks, black cocks, brown ones, yellow ones. All kinds. And in just about every hole in my body, with maybe the exception of my nose. And to tell you the truth, I loved it. Mainly because with each guy who fucked me, I pretended it was Daddy. He fucked me. I sucked him. So I loved doing it and having it done to me.

"The game had to come to an end, though, because Carl had only paid a week's rent and he wasn't coming back. And sure as hell, none of those other motherfuckers were going to pay any rent for me. All they wanted was to fuck and run.

"But I never knew what day it was, or what time it was. Christ, I wasn't even too sure of what month it was. My pussy had been used so many times I would have had to know trigonometry to figure up the total. But it felt good. My pussy, I mean. It really liked to get fucked.

"So when I hear another knock on the door, I take it for granted that it's another truck driver with a horny cock in his pants. I scooted over to the side of the bed, stuck my legs down to the floor and aimed my pussy at the door. 'Come on in,' I shouted.

"An old guy walks in and does a double-take when he sees my pussy. He was dressed a lot different than the other drivers, sporting a pair of dressy trousers and a real expensive looking sweater. And he was a hell of a lot older than the other guys had been. Gray hair even.

"From the look on his face I think he's going to have a heart attack. The thought kept running through my mind that maybe he'd never seen a cunt before. Well, he sure as hell was going to see one now. I reached down and stuck a couple of fingers inside. That'd give him a start, let him know what cunts were really for.

"When he sees that, he gets even more worried looking. And then he acts like he wants to say something. 'C'mon, pops,' I said, calling to him, 'drop your pants and stick your cock up here.'

"That did it. He had that door closed and was out of there in record time. I laughed out loud and settled back on the bed. I guessed maybe I was a little too forward. Scared him a little.

"I finished off a gulp of gin somebody had left there and ate the last of a bag of potato chips. Then, I guess, I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew there were three guys in the room. And I had the feeling they weren't looking for a fuck. Two of them had uniforms on-cop uniforms-and the third man was the imagine dressed guy who had just run out. He was, it turned out, the manager of the place. He'd come to collect some rent.

"I offered the cops a good fuck, but the goddamned bohunks wouldn't take me up on the deal.

They just stood around and watched me for a while, and then one of the sons of bitches threw a blanket around me. I tried to throw it off, telling them I wanted to be naked, but they put it right back on. In fact, they held my arms down. One of the cops put in a phone call.

"A half hour later, I was in an ambulance heading for some hospital. What do I mean 'some' hospital? This hospital. I've been here ever since. And I'll tell you one thing, it sure as hell is hard to find somebody to give you a good fuck here. In fact, I haven't had any. And believe me, my pussy is telling me about it.

"Daddy came to visit me on about my second day here. He looked worried. I guess all parents worry when their kids are in the hospital. I told him not to worry, that I'd get well real soon and be back with him in the blue and white trailer. And then-and I whispered this to him-maybe we could get back to where we started. I told him I'd suck him until he was sore. And he could fuck me all he wanted. That brought tears to his eyes. I'd never seen him cry before like that.

"And when he leaned over to kiss me good-bye, I SPIT RIGHT IN HIS FACE!"

A tragic story. Toni has now spent over a year in a state asylum for the insane. She may never recover.

Who is to blame for her tragic life? The father? Certainly he contributed to the cause of her illness by refusing, or being too ignorant, to recognize his obligations as a father. But there are literally millions of children brought up in circumstances similar to Toni's, though their cases may never become as serious and prolonged as hers.

Obviously, the young girl was insane. But when did this insanity begin? On the night when her father first showed sexual interest in her? Was it born into Toni? Did it develop in the course of years, while she and her father were thrown into closer and closer contact as a result of her mother's death?

Even with Toni's own statements, the origin of her mental disability is unclear. It would seem to have been activated by the father's action in removing her from his presence.

His sending Toni to live with her aunt seemed to have a cataclysmic effect, though he thought he was doing the right thing.

All parents want their children to be secure and happy-no one deliberately tries to make his child fearful, shy, inconsiderate, or obnoxious-no one in their right mind, that is. And Toni's father was no different. He wanted her to be happy, but he just didn't know how to help her be that way.

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