Chapter 2
A Summer at the Well
"I didn't want to do it. I told them I didn't want to do it. But they made me. They said it'd be good to get away from the farm and to meet some new people, and at least learn about living in the city. Then if I didn't like it, I could come back and be satisfied where I was. I'd at least know how the other half lived.
"I said shit on that, but it didn't do any good. It just got me an ass-strapping from my old man that damned near tore my skin off.
"I think the old fucker liked to tar my hide. I know for fuckin' sure that it gave him a hard on, 'cause I could feel it growing-that big dick of his-through his pants. He'd have me shuck off my pants and drape myself across his lap, and then he'd start wearin' the skin off my ass. I'd howl and near turn green, but he just kept whackin' the shit out of me and gettin' his prick harder and harder.
"But no matter what I said or did, they made me head for the city a week after school was out. I was to visit my aunt and uncle, they told me, and live at least for one summer like a citified kid. Christ, I wasn't looking forward to that at all. And I mean, not at all!
"I guess somehow my parents felt guilty about the way we lived. Just ten years before they had left the city themselves and bought this small sheep ranch out in the middle of nowhere. My old man always kept callin' the place we lived the 'ass-hole of the world,' but I know despite anything he said that he liked it a lot. And so did I.
"I guess one of the reasons I didn't want to leave was that I'd have to leave Amanda behind. I know this is going to sound stupid as hell, but I'd just sort of met Amanda and I didn't want to give her up. After all, by the time I got back from the city after the summer was over, Amanda would be all grown up. And she wouldn't put up with as much then.
"So on the day before I was to leave, I got my pal Joe and we headed for the barn. I always had to have Joe with me when I visited Amanda because she was getting hard as hell to handle.
"I know all you city creeps are going to laugh like hell when I tell you that Amanda is a fuckin' sheep, but shit on you. When you live in the ass-hole of the world, you do with what's available. And compared to the girls who were within fucking distance, Amanda was a real beauty.
"You see, even though I was only fourteen-just had a birthday in May as a matter-of-fact-I knew a hell of a lot about fucking. Been living with it all my life. You know, sheep fuck just about any chance they get, so I saw a lot of it.
"And my old man and old lady weren't exactly shy about letting me see them going at it.
Not that they deliberately fucked in front of me, but I saw it a lot. I'd peek through the keyhole of their bedroom, or watch from the top of the stairs when they were fucking on the couch. They'd think I was in bed, but the truth is I'd be watching that big fuckin' cock of my old man's tearin' up my old lady's cunt and beatin' myself off like mad. It was great.
"And, of course, after seein' how it was done I wanted some of that stuff for myself. But, Christ, try to find a cunt to fuck around where I lived. The few girls there were must have thought their pussies were made of gold. They just weren't about to give away any pieces.
"So, one day, Joe and I happened to come across Amanda. Cutest fuckin' little sheep you ever did see. So we experimented, and it was great.
"Either Joe or me would hold Amanda's head between our legs-I don't think she really went for the idea of getting fucked too much-and the other of us would stand behind, our pants down around our ankles. Let me tell you, I don't think there's a woman in the world who could give you any more pleasure than Amanda did.
"But the day finally came when I was scheduled to leave home. I "put up one last argument. I told the old man I didn't want to go to no fuckin' big city. I used them exact words. Now I know that it wasn't too good an argument, but it stated my case pretty well.
"The old man didn't understand my not wanting to go out and find out a little about the rest of the world, but most of all he didn't understand my using the word 'fucking' in front of him. That gave him an excuse to give me one more ass-paddling. I figured I owed him the pleasure, seein' he'd been feeding me for so long.
"So, after he whacked me a lot and I could feel his big prick jabbin' me in the belly, I climbed off his lap, satisfied that I'd been a good son.
"Mom and Dad drove me into town where I caught a bus for Reno. Then I moved over to a big-assed Greyhound that went about three hundred miles an hour. It seemed like no time at all before me and the bus was pulling into Los Angeles, California-my home away from home for three fucking lousy months.
"I didn't get off the bus in downtown Los Angeles, but stayed on the goddamned thing until it got to Hollywood. That's where I was to meet my aunt and uncle. Christ, what a rotten lookin' place that Hollywood bus station is. A whole bunch of bums sitting around, all dirty. Couldn't even use the shithouse. Went in three times and all the piss holes were filled with guys, and they all turned and looked at me, starin' like I was the prize stud bull at the county fair.
"I think I know what they was after, but I wasn't about to fool around with that shit. My old man warned me.
"Finally, my aunt and uncle showed up. My uncle looked just like my father, only younger and not so beat up from the sun, snow and wind. And, Christ, you should have seen what a looker my aunt was. Blonde hair that was real soft and smooth, and a figure that just about had me creamin' in my fuckin' pants. She was gorgeous. I thought right away that maybe this wasn't going to be such a rotten summer after all.
"On the drive to my aunt and uncle's apartment, I didn't say more than three words. I guess they chalked it up to shyness or some shit like that, but the truth of the matter is that I was too busy starin' out the car window to bother about conversation. You should have seen all the pussy walkin' around those Hollywood streets. And with just about no clothes on at all.
"In fact, this one girl was bending over, putting some packages in the back seat of her car, and I swear to Christ that she didn't have one thing on under this little skirt she had. That was the first pussy I'd ever seen-except for my old lady's-and, motherfuckin' son of a bitch, it was right on the street!
"I lntd a hard on for the whole trip to the apartment. Damned near pulled my fuckin' dick out and beat myself off, that's how exciting the whole thing was.
"I called my uncle and aunt by their real names, Dexter-do you believe that?-and Connie, so I'll do the same here. They live in this big apartment house with maybe a million apartments under one roof. Seemed like the hallways of the place stretched for miles. Don't rightly know how they found their own place.
"The thing I liked best about the place was it had a swimming pool. A real big motherfuckin' pool. With chairs that looked damned near like beds all around it. Christ, and you should have seen the cunts stretched out alongside that pool. Almost any time of the day. All you .had to do was walk a little ways from the apartment to the pool and you got more than an eyeful of young, hot pussy. Shit, it was the greatest thing in the world.
"Almost as soon as we got home, Dexter took off again. He was some sort of salesman and he spent a lot of time traveling around. And then, as soon as he was gone, Connie informs me that she's going to get into her suit and lay by the pool. She walks into the bedroom, swinging that beautiful ass of hers right in my face, and comes out in just a minute looking like the most gorgeous piece of fuckable broad you'd ever seen in your life. A little strip of cloth across her tits on top and a little strip of cloth at her pussy. Man, that suit was so small, you could see hairs peeking out at her cunt. Christ, I damned near shot off right then and there.
"She asks me if I want to go to the pool with her and of course I says yes. Shit, I would have followed her to the end of the world.
"Since I didn't have a swimsuit, she gives me one of Dexter's. Christ, I didn't know any man in the world would wear a suit that little. It didn't really cover all it was supposed to. But I put it on anyway. Hell, I was in Hollywood now. Not back at the high school swimming pool.
"I grabbed the towel she left for me and headed for the pool. Connie was stretched out already in one of them bed-chairs, all shiny with suntan lotion. God, she looked great.
"She shaded her eyes and smiled at me, looking me up and down so hard that I felt my cock start to get hard in those little pants. 'My,' she says, 'you're a big boy for you age.' With that statement, my cock got all the way hard, poking out those little pants. I had to jump in the pool, just to get away from Connie's stare. And her smile. I think she liked me.
"After I cooled off some in the water, I got down on one of those chairs next to Connie. I felt sort of embarrassed about my body. I was white as a bleached sheet, and all the other people around the pool were dark. From the sun.
"But I guess Connie liked the body. She kept making remarks about my muscles, and how I was such a big boy, and shit like that. One time she even reached over and ran her fingertips down my belly. Then back up where she tickled my nipples. Man. that about sent me straight up a wall. My cock got harder than ever, and Connie saw it, too. She just stared at my pecker and smiled. I was embarrassed again, but not as much as the first time. I just laid there and let my prick stand straight up in the air. Shit, if it didn't bother her, I sure as hell wasn't going to let it bother me.
"During the course of the afternoon a couple of friends of Connie's came over and I was introduced. All of them were fantastic-looking pussies. My mind just about exploded. They'd sit down on my chair and talk for a while. Restin' their fuckin' asses right on my leg. And a couple of times, they'd even put their hands on my legs. Even up high. You know, on my thighs. Right up near my cock. Sure they always had an excuse for doing it, like reaching to put out a cigarette in the ashtray, but they were still feelin' me up, and man, I liked it a lot.
"So you can see that I spent my first afternoon in Hollywood with a steady hard on. In fact, you might even say that I spent the whole summer with a hard on. And to think that I hadn't wanted to come. Shit, man.
"That night, Dexter came home for dinner and drops the news that he's heading out of town for three days. Connie didn't make no fuss, so I guess it was a normal type thing to happen. My only thought was I was gonna be all alone in the apartment with Connie. And that was something I was lookin' forward to, even if she was my goddamned aunt.
"I headed right for bed after we ate. After all, I'd been on the road for a while and was pretty fucking tired. There was a guest room in the apartment that was all mine.
"I pulled off my clothes and was just about ready to climb into bed when the door opens and Connie walks in. I'm standin' there in nothin' but my birthday suit, with my cock half hard like it always was, and she starts talkin' to me like there wasn't anything strange at all.
"At first, I tried to cover my prick with my hand, but when she didn't seem at all disturbed by my prick half pointin' at her, I just dropped my hand. Let her look, I thought to myself. Ain't no skin off my nose.
"And man, let me tell you, she did look, too. I caught her glancing down at my dick a couple of times while she was in the room. And let me tell you, she was pretty fuckin' interested.
"What she'd come in to tell me was that my old man had sent some money so I could buy some city clothes. And that we was goin' out the next afternoon and start doin' some buyin'. That was okay with me. I'd noticed since being in Hollywood that everything I wore sort of smelled of sheep manure, which ain't too good, I guess.
"She stayed around as long as she could and then damned if she didn't kiss me good night. And it wasn't no aunt kiss, either. I'd describe it, but I ain't so good with words. Just let me tell you that when she left that room, my cock was so hard I could barely get it under the sheet. In fact, if the truth be known, I didn't put it under the sheet. I just lay there and beat my meat until I shot come all over my belly and chest. Then I jumped into the shower, washed myself all clean and went to bed. Slept like I was dead.
"The next morning, right after breakfast, Connie and me headed out to buy some clothes. Dexter had left for San Francisco real early that morning.
"Let me tell you, there are really some weird guys workin' in those places where you buy clothes in Hollywood. I mean, like back in my home town, they got a stack of pants on a table and you pick some out that you like, try them on in the back room, and bring them out to the owner. But, in Hollywood, they damned near try them on for you. One guy stood right next to me in what they called the dressing room while I took off my own pants and put on a new pair. And let me tell you, they really want to have their pants fit you real well. Shit, they feel all around your fuckin' ass and crotch just to make sure everything is fittin' as good as it should be.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think they were coppin' some free feels. But shit, I figured that's just the way they did things in Hollywood.
"I have to admit that after I got into some new clothes, I felt a hell of a lot better. Right off I didn't feel like a fuckin' hick no more. And Connie seemed to think I looked good in what she'd bought. I was sort of proud and, if I'm honest, just a little big-headed. I looked damned good in those clothes. In fact, I was wishin' a couple of those stuck-up girls back home could've seen me. Then maybe they wouldn't be so fuckin' uppity about me gettin' into their pants.
"We had somethin' to eat and then headed back to the apartment. And back to the pool again. Only this time I had my own suit. I was just slippin' it over my knees when the door opened and Connie walks in again. Shit, was she gonna do that every time I was naked?
"She had her suit on. Well, almost on. The top was still loose. Straps hanging down, and let me tell you, I was gettin' a pretty good look at her tits. Not all of 'em, mind you, but a pretty good look all the same.
" 'I can't get this suit put together,' Connie says and then she laughs. 'Usually Dexter helps, but maybe you can while he's gone.'
"I was thinkin' under my breath that I'd like to be doin' what Dexter was supposed to be doin' in a lot of other ways-like fucking-while I walked behind her and started to help her get her suit together.
"That's when I saw that the whole fuckin' suit was hangin' open. I could see her whole fuckin' naked back, and shit, did that start the action with my prick. She had a gorgeous back. All soft and ... shit, it was beautiful. And my cock just kept getting harder and harder while I fooled around with the clip on the back.
"And then do you know what Connie did? Honest to God, she backed up against me. Her ass just sort of pushed against me. And it wasn't no accident, either, because after her ass pushed against my big hard prick, she stayed right where she was. In fact, she even moved against me a little. Back and forth.
"My hands were shakin' so much I couldn't get that fuckin' clip closed. So Connie reaches back and takes hold of my hands. She pulls my arms around her and puts my fuckin' hands right on her tits. Under the suit!
"I shot. Bigger than shit, right at that second, I shot off a load. I messed up those new trunks real good. And shit, was I embarrassed. But Connie didn't pay no attention to it at all. All she said was something about at my age I should be able to go more than once.
"She kept me standing there, my cock still pressed up against her ass and my hands on her tits. Despite not meanin' to, my hands started to move around on her tits and I started to hump her ass. Shit, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to get inside her pussy more than anything else in the world.
"Finally, after a couple of minutes of rubbin' up together like that, she turns around. She takes her top off and lets me get a look at her full tits. Shit, I near shot again.
"Then, while I'm standin' there, too excited to do anything but stare, she takes off the bottom of her suit. She was naked! All the way. And her pussy hair was sort of golden brown. She reached up and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. Her tongue was all over the inside of my mouth. She sucked my tongue and lips and kept grindin' her naked pussy against my prick.
"All of a sudden, I knew that I was goin' to fuck her or die tryin'. I tried to think of how I'd seen my old man fuck my old lady. It was always him on top on either the bed or couch, so I pushed Connie over towards the bed. She was pretty goddamn easy to push.
"She was on her back, on the bed, her pussy just lookin' up and smilin' at me. I stripped off my suit and my prick zipped out of them pants and started throbbin' against my belly.
"Now you gotta remember that the only real experience I'd had was with Amanda, so I was sort of new to this 'on-top' position. But I got the hang of it real quick. The only problem was I tried to fuck Connie just like I had Amanda. I mean, I shoved my cock right up into her. And, Christ, she screamed like a fuckin' Indian. I pulled out fast.
" 'Slow,' she says to me. 'Go slow.'
"So I get back between her legs, feelin' her wrap those beautiful legs of hers around my waist, and then I slowly start to put my prick up her cunt. Christ, I thought Amanda felt good, but it wasn't nothin' compared with Connie! It was outa sight, what it was!
"I had my first fuck that afternoon. But believe me, it wasn't my last. That was the best summer I ever spent."
Clint, a young teenager from the country whose only sexual activity-other than masturbation-had been frequent copulation with his father's sheep, has been placed in a totally unfamiliar situation. From his narrative, it becomes readily obvious that, although he has had the desire, he has not had the opportunity to savor the sexual delights of the young female population of his own community. At the time he was transplanted to Hollywood, he was a virgin as far as heterosexual relations were concerned.
It was later revealed that Clint's parents were completely aware of his lack of heterosexual activity, and their primary reason for having sent their son to visit his aunt and uncle was to place Clint in a healthy sexual atmosphere. Having come from the city themselves, they knew that the seclusion of the country would not be as healthy an environment for their son, since he would have few opportunities to experiment with the opposite sex on the farm.
Clint's father, knowing the type of environment his brother and wife lived in, assumed that by sending Clint into it, his son would become a man there. What the father had not foreseen was his sister-in-law's predilection toward younger boys. The father's plan was to have Clint introduced to "city ways" and city girls; this plan succeeded only too well.
Connie, Clint's aunt by marriage, had come to Hollywood many years before, seeking a career in show business. She had won many beauty contests in her home town, and in her home state. Her face and her figure had always been her fortune, and she placed an extremely high value on her youthful appearance. Having had such acclaim at home, she was disappointed when she found that Hollywood was full of thousands of equally lovely young girls with exactly the same qualifications and goals. Although her career in show business was short-lived, Connie continued to harbor secret desires for stardom. Facing the reality of not becoming an overnight success, she married Dexter in order to achieve a certain amount of security.
As she and Dexter grew older, Connie never was consciously aware that she had aged. She saw her husband grow older, but, encouraged by admirers-whether falsely flattering or sincerely taken by her-she continued to picture herself as the striking young girl who had traveled to Hollywood in search of instant recognition.
Since Dexter's business frequently took him away from home, Connie was free to seek out paramours she considered more suited for her-younger men and boys. As she grew older, this preoccupation with younger lovers had become an obsession which bordered on pedophilia, although she never desired relations with anyone under the age of puberty.
In order to better understand the desire of a woman for sexual intercourse with a boy many years her junior, it might be best, at the outset, to stipulate that pedophilia, by definition, is a paraphilia wherein adults are given to desiring children as the sex object. This again brings up the question of what the definition of a child is. By law, anyone under the age of twenty-one is not yet an adult, but it would be inane to categorize all those under that age as being children. It could be assumed that all people who have not yet reached their teens are children; but although some young teenagers might also be classified as children, they are better labeled as adolescents.
So, in the strictest sense of the word, Connie is not a pedophiliac, since she prefers adolescents rather than children. But, there again, it cannot be denied that for an adult-especially one past the middle twenties-to prefer sexual intercourse with adolescents is not normal.
Probably the most significant motive behind pseudo-pedophilia with a boy of Clint's age is the desire to regain lost youth symbolically through the acquisition of youth interpersonally. The closer a woman can feel to be with the youthfulness she so cherishes (and misses), the closer she will feel that she has come to regaining it herself. In short, a great intimacy with a youth can make her feel young again.
This, of course, is a very simplistic approach to a rather complicated problem. It goes without saying that other factors invariably crop up, such as the need for the adult to play the role of parent.
It must also be noted here that although Connie was interested in males younger than herself, Clint, in this case, was no innocent bystander. His curiosity and sexual precociousness (as exemplified by the earlier explorations into bestiality) were definitely driving factors in his relationship with his aunt.
Clint, although incapable of making the first move, was exceedingly quick to take advantage of the opportunity presented to him. Without the least hesitation, he welcomed his aunt's overtures, finally fulfilling his boyish dreams of sex with a woman not unlike his mother.
"There was one thing about that first fuck I had with Connie that I forgot to tell you about. You know, after I slipped it in her pussy, real slow like she said to do, I started fuckin' her like crazy. I mean, after I once got that prick of mine shoved all the way up in her hole, she didn't seem to mind at all that I fucked her hard as I could. And I didn't actually mean to hurt her any; that's just the way I fuck. Did with Amanda, did with Connie and all the other cunts I've had since.
"Well, I banged that fucking cunt of hers for what seemed like three days, and finally, even though she was tellin' me not to, I had to come. My goddamned balls hurt so bad I thought they were going to fall off.
"I slammed into her a couple of more times and felt that hot come ready to explode out of my balls. I jerked against her, moaning like a son of a bitch, and squirted my come up in her. Oh, man, it was so beautiful I can't even start to describe it.
"She just kept layin' there squeezing the come out of my cock. I've been in a lot of pussies since, but I have to admit that there ain't many better ones than Connie's. That gal could really fuck.
"After I'd been drained, I pulled my fuckin' cock out, feelin' proud as punch. I knew I'd done a good job. But Connie wasn't about to let loose of that prick of mine. She told me later that she'd loved it. What do you think of that?
"As soon as I pulled out, Connie scrambled to her knees and, son of a bitch, she leaned over and took my prick in her month! Holy Moses, I couldn't believe that.
"I was only half hard when she started sucking on my prick like most people suck on lollipops. Christ, it felt great. And just a few seconds went by before my pecker was getting red-hot again. Hot and hard as steel. Man, Clint was gonna have his fill of fuckin' that afternoon. I knew it.
"But she didn't want prick up her pussy anymore. She wanted to suck. So who was I to stop her? I just stood there and let her do all the work. She licked and sucked on my cock, taking almost the whole fuckin' thing down her throat, and then she'd move to my balls and wash them all over with her tongue. Damn, it felt good.
"Then back to my cock, where she really started to suck. I could feel her damned near pulling the come out of me. She had her hands on my hips and was sucking hard as she could. It was just a few minutes and, damn, if I didn't shoot off another load. Right in her goddamned mouth!
"She swallowed that thick come like a person would drink down cold beer on a hot afternoon. Thought she'd never let loose of my cock. She just kept wantin' more of my come.
"Finally, I had to pull my prick out of her mouth. Her suckin' on it was botherin' me. Felt real odd. .
"She fell back on the bed and stuck her hand down between her legs. Stuck most of her fist up her pussy. She still hadn't had enough. 'Eat me out,' she says, lookin' at me with real fuzzy eyes.
"Now shit, man, I heard of eatin' out pussy. I mean, all the guys at home are always talkin' about how great it is. But shit, I didn't want to stick my mouth on that pussy I had just shot all that come into. I told her so.
" 'You wash it first,' I told her, 'and I'll eat that pussy all day.'
"She looked for a while like she was willin' to get off the bed and wash out her pussy for me. But I guess she changed her mind. 'No,' she says finally. 'I want to keep your come in me for a while.'
"I nodded. It was okay with me. If the truth be known, I was just a little tired. After all, I'd come three times within just a little while. And a guy has to be tired after that. So I told her I'd eat her pussy out later, which seemed to be okay with her.
"I left her then and went down to the pool. There were all kinds of new cunts to look at. I was just getting real smooth with this one pussy when Connie comes down. I sort of regretted having to ditch the younger pussy in favor of Connie, but what the hell, blood's thicker than water.
"I could tell right off that something was wrong. Connie was all upset about something or other. Finally, after gettin' almost no response from anything I was say in', I came right out and asked her what it was.
" 'Oh, Clint,' she says, real teary-eyed, 'I'm old enough to be your mother and here I am doing things like this with you.'
"I just shook my head. My old man had told me that women are contrary animals, and here was proof. I mean, we'd just had one hell of a fun fuck session and she was getting the worries because she was a few years older than me. I told her to forget it. All that was important, I says, was that her pussy works and my prick works. And if the two of them are happy together, why worry?
"My talkin' like that seemed to help her out some. At least she wasn't cryin' no more. And in fact, when she thought nobody was lookin', she reached over and grabbed my cock through that little suit I was wearin'. 'You're beautiful,' she says, which believe me is the first time a female ever called me 'beautiful.' It's Hollywood, I guess.
"But all that jawin' aside, do you know what happened when she grabbed me like that? Sure enough, I got one roarin' hard on. So bad that I had to go to the water. I mean, you can just lay there so long with your big prick standin' up in the air for the world to see. Right?
"Well, I jumped in the pool, hopin' the cool water would bring my prick down, and it was almost workin' when one of Connie's friends came over. She got right next to me where I was hangin' onto the end of the pool-I couldn't swim worth shit-and she started to let her body just sort of bounce against mine. I tried to turn a little so my cock wouldn't be hittin' her right in the pussy area, but when I turned, she turned. She wanted that cock. I was sure of it. And hell, she was even older than Connie. So that should have proved to Connie that there wasn't nothin' wrong about my fuckin' her.
"This old broad's name was Joan, and she was pretty old but she looked pretty good. I mean, she was fuckable, right? And she wanted it. And my prick was wantin' some more pussy.
"I looked around the pool. Most everybody, including Connie, was mindin' their own business, so I got sort of brave. I reached down and adjusted my prick, makin' sure that Joan saw what I was doing. That's all it took, man. Joan was down there with her hands in no time flat. She pulled my suit down from my prick and then grabbed it.
"Then, with her hand still around my cock, we sort of swam over to where it was a little secluded. I mean, there was a planter box there, so at least some of the people around the pool couldn't see us. And besides, the water wasn't as deep there.
"She leaned her back against the side of the pool and I watched her as she pulled the bottom of her swimsuit off. Right off, right in the water, right in front of everybody! And there I could see it. Her pussy. Just wantin' to be fucked. She was wide open and waiting!
"My prick was thumpin' and throbbin' by this time. With no more said, I just aimed my prick and sent it slidin' up her pussy. Goin' from the coolness of that water to the hotness of her cunt was really a great feeling. I stood there with my feet solid on the floor of the pool, and my hands on both sides of her head, supporting myself, and I fucked the livin' shit out of her. She groaned and moaned. Shit, it was somethin'. I thought for sure that everybody would know what was goin' on, but when I looked up a couple of times, I saw that nobody was pay in' the least attention. Even Connie was sound asleep. So I thought the hell with it and began to really enjoy that fuck. The truth is, though, either my prick was getting a little tired, or the water affected it, or else that lady's pussy was just used so fuckin' much that it was sloppy loose, but whatever, I didn't enjoy stickin' my prick in her nearly as much as I did in fuckin' Connie.
"But I finished with her. Man, by the time I was ready to shoot, she was thrashing around in that water like some big fucking trout you're about ready to pull into the boat. Wow, she sure did like to get fucked.
"I moaned once myself. I remember that. Just before I started to shoot my juice up her pussy. I moaned and lodged myself against her. Man, at that minute, I never wanted to leave her. But shit, as soon as my come was over, I wanted to get out of there. 'Cause I'll bet that even in Hollywood you can get arrested for fucking in public.
"I got my suit back on and managed to crawl out of the pool. Man, I was beat. I got in the chair and fell right off asleep. Next thing I knew, I was cold as hell. I woke up and was layin' in the shade. I must have slept for a couple of hours.
"I was all by myself by that time, so I got my stuff together and started heading for the apartment, T was feeling great, ready for another fuck with Connie, if she was willing. Or at least a pussy-eating session.
"I was heading down this one side of the pool, headin' for the back stairway that was closest to Connie and Dexter's apartment. It was kind of dark back there, and had only one apartment on the main level. Just as I was about to head up the steps, I heard this noise. Sounded like a woman groaning. At first, I thought some broad was in pain or somethin', but then I got to realize that it wasn't pain she was moanin' about. That was a getting-fucked moan. Sure as hell.
"I looked back down the hallway where the sound had come from. The door to the apartment was open, just about a foot or so. And bein' horny again, and naturally curious-like my old lady always said I was-I decided to head back and take a look. I mean, if somebody's gonna leave a door open, it's sort of an invitation for somebody else to take a little look. Right?
"So I sort of edged closer and took a look inside. Man, did I see a sight. The room was lit by a red light bulb, so you had to look sort of hard to see good what you were lookin' at. I mean, just takin' a little glance into the room wouldn't have let you see much at all. You sort of had to adjust your eyes first.
"There was this couple fuckin' on the living room floor, right in. front of the door. Well, maybe five feet from the door. They were on this big bearskin rug. Honest to God, it was a bearskin rug. And the wild thing was that he wasn't fuckin' that broad in the pussy. No way. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen. He was fuckin' her where she shit from. Right in the ass-hole! And he was fuckin' her just like me and Joe used to fuck Anita. I mean, the broad was on her hands and knees and he was slammin' his cock in and out of her ass-hole so fast I could barely see it. But when I looked closer, I saw that he wasn't near as big as I was.
"But he sure could fuck fast.
"That gal was moaning like a son of a bitch. Takin' that cock up her ass like she loved it a lot. Man, you should have felt the hard on I got from seein' that. I just stood there, almost in shock, and watched that guy fuck her ass-hole. He seemed to move even faster, and then he gave a big moan and pressed himself up against her ass as hard as he could. He had his whole cock all the way up into her.
"He must have been comin' up in her ass-hole because his whole body was shakin' like a leaf. And then, do you know what happened? The guy pulls his cock out of her and stands up. He looks right at me in the doorway and then walks over. I was scared, I'll tell you. Too scared even to walk away. But all the guy does is say something about my bein' a creep and he slams the door shut. Now ain't that somethin'?
"I couldn't barely wait to tell Connie about seein' that gal take cock up the ass. First time, of cburse, I'd ever seen anything like that. But seein' it sure did get me all hot and excited. In fact, I was just about ready to throw Connie on the floor and fuck her sideways. If she'd let me.
"She wouldn't. She was cookin' dinner and was too busy. Now ain't that just like a woman? No matter how much they like to get fucked, when they got somethin' else to do all ideas of getting prick up their pussy fly right out of their heads.
"But she did take the time to tell me about them people who lived downstairs. The ones who liked to ass fuck. She told me they was real weird and had orgies and things like that all the time and liked to have total strangers watchin' 'em while they fucked. They even did it with dogs, she told me. I wonder what the fuck Connie would have said if I'd told her about Amanda?
"We had a great meal and then watched some television together. Along about nine o'clock, Connie gave me my first honest-to-God hard liquor drink. I liked it a lot. She had a couple, too, and after she'd downed those, she started playin' around a little.
"She started just grabbin' for my cock. Well, I got right back and started grabbin' for her pussy. Pretty soon we was grabbin' just about anything in sight. But it was only in fun, though. I mean, neither of us were ready to get down to serious fuckin' yet.
"Along about ten o'clock she had me strip off all my clothes. And made me stand up and turn around in front of her. That sort of embarrassed me, but she kept sayin' things about how beautiful I was and all sorts like that. It turned me on. I was getting damned proud of myself. And even getting a little suntanned.
"She kept playin' around with my body, all parts of it. and finally decided she was goin' to give me what she called an 'Around the World.' Man, I didn't know anything in this whole fuckin' world could feel that good. She licked and sucked on everything I owned, and then went back for seconds. Even the bottoms of my fuckin' feet. Man, she had me in seventh heaven for almost an hour.
"And then, along about eleven o'clock, I had her in her bedroom, naked as a jaybird, stretched out on the bed on her back and I was eatin' her cunt like it was a piece of chocolate.
"At first I didn't know too much about it, but shit, eatin' pussy is easy as pie. Once you get over that first lick. And man, did I turn her on with my tongue. I'd stiffen my tongue and ram it up into her pussy and then twirl it around, licking all over the insides of her cunt. She'd squirm like crazy.
"And then she told me about her clitoris and I took that between my teeth and real gentle like I started to chew on it. Man, I thought she'd go through the roof this time. I just chewed and sucked and licked on her pussy for maybe an hour. And every time she had a come she'd tell me. As if she had to tell me! Shit, she made so much noise the whole world knew about it!
"I was still workin' on her cunt with my mouth when I heard this little noise in the living room. I pulled my head out and up long enough to ask her if she'd heard it. She said no, thatI shouldn't pay it no mind. The walls in the apartment were pretty thin, she said, so it was easy to hear things from other people's apartments.
"All I could think of when she said that was that Connie's neighbors sure were gettin' an earful.
"I stuck my face back in that gorgeous pussy and started in eating again. Man, I was really taking to this cunt-eating business. It was wild. And shit, I'd had a hard on for at least two hours. It was the best evenin' of my life.
"And then, while I'm still chewin' and lickin' and suckin' on her pussy, I sort of glanced over to my right-I wasn't able to see a hell of a lot-but I saw something that looked like a pair of legs. And, honest to Pete, I was so busy and happy at what I was doin' that I went right back to it and just forgot about what I saw. For a couple of seconds, anyway. And then it dawned on me that if there were a pair of legs standin' there, there must be somebody watchin'. I pulled my head out fuckin' quick then.
"And, Christ, guess who was standin' right alongside the bed when I pulled my face out of Connie's pussy? You're right. Dexter. My uncle Dexter. I thought I'd shit gold bricks, that's how scared I was. My whole body, inside and out, started shakin' like crazy. I could picture myself havin' the shit beat out of me-at least-or even worst havin' my balls cut off. Shit, imagine a life when you can't fuck!
"But then, when I got the guts to take a closer look at Dexter's face, it dawned on me that he didn't look mad at all. In fact, if anything he looked happy as hell. And turned on. I glanced down at his fly and, sure enough, there was this big hard cock pokin' at the pants material.
" 'You sure learn quick, don't you, Clint?' Dexter asked. And I smiled sort of sick-like and tried to answer. Shit, I'd heard stories of guys who found other guys with their wives. This guy might still kill me.
"But then he says somethin' that really took the cake. 'Let me get stripped down,' he says, 'and I'll join you.' Well, when he says that, I just about piss on the floor. That's how much it shocked me. Christ, here I was eatin' out his wife's pussy and he wants to join in! Another fuckin' new experience for Clint.
"It took no time at all for Dexter to get down to his skin. He comes over to the bed. 'Start eatin' again,' he says, 'and I'll let her work on my cock. I guess you already know she's a pretty good cocksucker.'
"I just nodded my head and stared at him. Then he got up on the bed and knelt right alongside her head. His big prick was just about ready to poke Connie's eye out when she reached over and gobbled his cock down her throat. Man, it slid down slick as oil.
"There wasn't much I could do except go back to eatin' pussy. That went on for a long time, so I couldn't see anything that was happening above me. All Connie did was mumble instead of moan. It's hard to moan when you got your mouth full of cock, I guess.
"Anyway, after a while, Dexter tells me to fuck Connie. That's just the way he said it. 'Fuck Connie now, Clint.' I looked up at him, not knowin' what the hell I should do. But r while Connie's still suckin' him off, he reaches down and spreads her fuckin' thighs even farther apart than they were.
"So, with nothin' else to do, I get up on the bed between those two beautiful thighs and I aim my cock. Slow, slow, slow. I remembered that. I inched my cock in all the way. Shit, Connie was really mumbling.
"Man, I started to fuck her like crazy. Dexter kept on encouragin' me to go faster. And you could see that he was gettin' more and more excited. And then, goddamn, if we didn't all come together. All three of us. You never heard so much fuckin' noise in your life.
"That's just the first part of my summer. Shit, someday if you've got the time, I'll tell the whole thing."
It is rather uncommon that two adults can share their views so complementarily and collaterally that a dual incest expression can take place. The views and habits of Connie and Dexter do, in effect, represent something of a moral breakdown.
There seems to be evident a great deal of candidness in Clint's report. This is a healthy sign. There are no recriminations, nor is there any self-abuse in the subject's tone. To Clint's mind, the affair was perfectly natural and good. It was not until the affair was reported, after Clint returned home, that the law stepped in. Clint had spent a very happy summer with his all too permissive relatives, learning of sexual intercourse and all the varieties of sexual pleasure they could teach him. It was not until he was brought before the authorities in the state's case against his aunt and uncle that he learned about incest and contributing to the delinquency of a minor.