BH-7149  New Cases Of Oralism In The Family
(Preston Harriman)


Table of Contents 
Introduction 
One Mother Goes Down 
Two Listen to Your Father 
Three Little Sister Grows Up 
Four Brother Finds Out 
Five Come One, Come All 
Conclusion 
Bibliography 


Introduction 

"It was something I never dreamed would happen. I mean, my own sister, 
playing around with my dick. I'd had a coupla girls who grabbed me in the 
back seat sometimes at the drive-in, but for Cora to start feeling me up and 
then say she wanted to suck it for me, that really blew my mind. I guess I 
just didn't think of her that way. She's always been my little sister, but 
then she was beginning to grow up. Hell, at sixteen she had tits bigger'n 
ma, and I suppose she had been messing around, but I'd been too busy at 
school and with my own girl friends to give her much thought. And then this 
happened. Maybe it was because we were alone in the house and we'd just 
watched this real heavy love story on TV Cora turned to me and asked me if 
I'd gone all the way with any of the chicks I'd gone out with. I told her, 
sure, I had. Of course, I hadn't, but then I'd never admit that to her, or 
anyone, really. She laughed and told me she'd been screwing around and liked 
it. She said she especially liked to suck a guy's dick. That's when she 
grabbed me and started playing with me. I was lying on my back on the couch, 
and she'd been on the floor. She crawled over and put her hand down there. 
Wow, it was like an electric shock all through my crotch. I tried to sit up, 
but she pushed me back. 'Relax,' she said. 'No one's here.' She unzipped my 
pants and her fingers went inside and pulled out my cock. She looked at it 
and whistled. 'Wow, you're as big as pa,' she said. I couldn't believe my 
ears. 'You've messed around with pa?' I asked, and she nodded. 'Sure, 
he-likes me to suck him off now and then,' she said, calm as all get-out. By 
this time, I was getting hard, and the way her fingers were squeezing my 
rod, I knew I'd have a roaring stiff in a few seconds. Her mouth came down 
and closed around the end. She sucked the head for a few seconds, and then 
looked up at me. 

"'I like yours,' she said softly. 'It's flatter and wider at the end.' I 
stared down, seeing my prick pointing up, the end glistening and shiny from 
her spit. I'd always thought I had a good-sized cock. The other guys at 
school used to kia me about it in the locker room, but then I couldn't care 
less. A cock's a cock, as far as I'm concerned, something to get your kicks 
with when you're with a chick. 

"But when Cora mentioned about its size, I realized that maybe I did have a 
good piece of meat. It was long and kinda thin, but the end was wide and 
flat. I also have lots of skin around it, and Cora was playing with this, 
pulling it up over the end, then sliding it back down, and each time her 
fingers squeezed and I could see some stuff oozing out of the slit. I guess 
I was real ready for sex, and by this time I figured if she wanted to mess 
around, let her have at it. 

"She pulled the skin back down the shaft, and her head came down once more. 
This time she held the end between her lips, and I could feel her tongue 
flicking across the end, pushing in and out of the slit, and underneath, 
that real sensitive place under the head, you know? I was throbbing by this 
time, and each time her tongue licked, my prick jumped. It was the grooviest 
feeling I'd ever had, much better than jerking off or having some girl just 
play with it in my pants. 

"She pulled my pants open a little more, and pushed down between my legs, 
her hand taking my balls. She crawled up on the couch and knelt down between 
my thighs. Her one hand was caressing my balls, rolling them around and 
tickling them, while her other hand held my rod straight up so her mouth 
could move up and down, up and down. Oh, wow, I could feel it slide all the 
way into her mouth and bang the back of her throat. I thought she might gag, 
but I guess she'd been sucking cock long enough to know what to do, and how 
to handle a long dick. Up and down she went, her lips tight around it, and 
her tongue going wild each time it slid in and out. 

"My whole body had started trembling, not just from the feelings she was 
giving me, but from the excitement of what was happening to me. A chick was 
sucking my dick for the first time, and it was my own sister! I was so wound 
up by now that I reached down and felt for her tits. like I said, they were 
big, but only when I took them in my hands did I realize how big they were. 
It was like holding two grapefruits. She lifted up and quickly slipped off 
her sweater and undid her bra. I gasped as those two while balloons of flesh 
swung free, their dark circles at the ends pointing at me. I used to jack 
off, imagining large tits, but I'd never seen two tits like hers before in 
real life. My fingers dug in and I thought I'd pop my nuts right then. 

"I rubbed my thumbs across the nipples as I held them in my fingers, and I 
could feel them getting hard as nuts. Her head went back down and she 
started really going at it then. I guess she knew I was so hot by then I was 
almost ready. Her hand held my balls, pulling them down so my skin stayed 
down off my shaft and my head was exposed to her lips and tongue. Around, 
up, down, in, out, faster and faster she went. I began moaning and telling 
her how great it felt, and my hands were squeezing her tits harder and 
harder. She was making little sounds in her throat and I knew she was 
feeling pretty groovy herself. I let my eyes run over her, taking in her 
tits, and then down to her head as it bobbed between my legs, sucking my 
dick like it was a lollipop. I was shaking all over, and then from deep 
inside I felt that surge, that growing pressure that seemed to start at my 
balls and travel all the way up. I felt my cock get stiffer, almost burst 
with excitement, and then my whole body was like on fire and I felt my come 
shooting up and out of my dick into her mouth. She jammed her head down and 
I could feel her throat around the head of my dick as it jerked with each 
load of come. I cried out and that old couch rocked with our movements. Then 
it was over, and I lay back, gasping, sweating, shaking, but wow! What a 
feeling all over me. It was the greatest I'd ever felt. 

"Cora sat up and grinned at me. 'Good, huh?' I nodded. 'I know I give a good 
blow job,' she said, reaching for her bra and putting it on. 'Next time 
maybe we can do more. Maybe you'd like to eat me?' I told her that'd be 
groovy. I'd always wanted to, but never had. That night was something else. 
Cora and I used to fuck up a storm after that first time. She showed me more 
about sex than any chick I've ever gone with." 

The two most common manifestations of oralism are fellatio and cunnilingus, 
the former being the taking of a man's penis in the mouth, the second being 
the oral stimulation of a woman's genitals by oral contact. Although these 
constitute a generally accepted part of sexual activity, it has been 
generally presupposed that such activity only occurred between persons not 
of the same family 

However, as past treatises on incest have shown, there does exist sexual 
activity between members of the same family, and in many cases such activity 
is oral or anal in nature. Research has shown that fear of pregnancy has 
been a strong motivation for oralism, but in many cases the mere sexuality 
of the act has been sufficient to prompt such liaisons between husbands and 
wives, as well as between fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, and 
even mothers and sons. 

Sex surveys over the past few decades have gleaned some rather shocking 
facts from the mass of superstition and hearsay that surrounds the subject 
of human copulation. Much as the public was loath to hear it, facts 
disclosed the high incidence of premarital and extramarital sex relations, 
as well as a wide variety of practices that were only talked about in 
whispers. 

Today, thanks to the ever-widening availability of published works on all 
manner of sexual matters, the public is becoming less horrified and more 
aware of man's tendency to play variations on his natural functions. 
Paulsen, in I. W. Hertz's System der Ethik, states that true morality does 
not say: this you should do; but it inquires: what is it you want, in 
reality and definitely, not only in a momentary mood? So the individual 
therefore must ask himself: what is it I want from sex to provide the 
greatest satisfaction? To some it may be conventional penis-vagina activity; 
to others it may be the sensual involvements of oralism in its many forms. 

After all, many forms of sexual activity have existed for thousands of years 
as part of man's enjoyment of his mate, and vice versa. The intimacies of 
sex, however, can never be generalized as applicable to every couple. Sex is 
a highly personal matter, which accounts for much of the resistance to the 
probing of researchers and sexual scientists. Yet despite public outcry 
about burgeoning social immorality, the sales of sex books has recently 
sky-rocketed. In 1970, the two top nonfiction best sellers across the 
country were both on the subject of sex, one dealing specifically with a 
woman's sensual appeal, the other with the general mechanics and philosophy 
of sex. There is certainly an incongruity of outlook here, if we are to 
believe the sincerity of mass protest in the past. 

With oralism in the family, there do arise certain reservations regarding 
the ethics and propriety of indulging in sexual activity with a close 
relative. As sex is basically intended for the procreation of the species, 
society has always frowned upon incestuous relations because of the 
possibility of retarded children being born, a condition that is possible 
with continued inbreeding. 

However, many primitive tribes to this day adhere to the practice of the 
father initiating his daughters into sex. It is considered more desirable 
than any alternative, and there may be certain aesthetic advantages for the 
young girl. This book is not intended, however, to make value judgments on 
any of the phenomena described, but merely to give the reader the 
information from which he may draw his own conclusions. 

The most common form of attraction is, of course, between members of the 
opposite sex who come from families that are not related. Nevertheless, in 
his Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, Sigmund Freud states that 
individuals, irrespective of sex or relationship, can be drawn together 
sexually if they work in close contact or are together for extended periods 
of time. Freud also stresses that sexual activities are often compulsive in 
nature. This philosophy is reflected in the popular syndrome of the boss 
having an affair with his secretary, the doctor with his nurse, and so on. 
Taking this one step further, we can see how members of the same family can 
become sexually involved. 

Incest is particularly prevalent in rural and ghetto families where cramped 
living quarters make intimacy more the norm than the exception. Studies of 
rural families have shown that fathers will indulge in sex with their 
daughters without any remorse or guilt; among the hill people of the south, 
it is taken as a normal phenomenon. It may not be totally accepted, but its 
existence is recognized. 

With oralism, the prevalence is not confined to low income groups, but is 
distributed practically in every stratum of society. In fact, oral 
intercourse is almost a prerequisite for any girl who has reached the dating 
stage, particularly on the high-society level. Oralism is especially common 
among the high-class "jet set" members of society, those sophisticated 
elements who regard sex to be more for pleasure than for procreation. 

On the middle-income level, however, which comprises the bulk of society 
today, a wife and husband may indulge on oral intercourse as an enjoyable 
alternative to birth control or merely to enhance their enjoyment of each 
other. Vaginal intercourse, too, may dwindle in middle age due to lack of 
physical response. A wife who can fellate her husband can be assured of 
giving him satisfaction, no matter what age she might be. 

Oralism is not, as some claim, a perversion. It stems from one of the first 
sensual experiences in early childhood: sucking the thumb, suckling at the 
mother's breast, etc. From an early-learned instinct for satisfaction can 
come the desire to express oneself orally in sex, either by sucking a man's 
penis or a woman's genitals. 

Some hold the misguided idea that a man who allows a woman to fellate him is 
intrinsically selfish, thinking only of his own ultimate peak of enjoyment. 
However, it is established that many women will reach their own orgasm by 
fellating a man and, at the same time, by rubbing their thighs together to 
increase their own vaginal friction and clitoral stimulation. Some women 
even claim that they are able to enjoy orgasm more when a man is performing 
cunnilingus than when they are actually having penile intercourse with him. 
Mutual oralism (or "sixty-nine") is, for many, the most enjoyable method of 
reaching orgasm. 

Sexual satisfaction, in reality, stems from a mature outlook on the subject 
and on human relationships. A young boy and girl of thirteen are able to 
have intercourse, but it provides nothing but mere pleasure for the moment 
and cannot possibly have the emotional overtones present with a mature man 
and woman. The rewards of sex are often more mental than physical, and for 
this reason, a limitless variety of variations exist, many of which are oral 
in nature. In spite of the many cases investigated, it was observed that 
oral intercourse between members of the same family resulted in few feelings 
of guilt or remorse. In general, the act was brought about by a mutuality of 
response and feeling, a desire to indulge for the sake of momentary 
pleasure, and nothing more. And, it must be stressed, few cases extended 
over a period of time. The act was more occasional than regular. 

From the various individuals that the author has had an opportunity to learn 
about, there have been selected the five histories recounted in this book. 
The details are spelled out as they were told, with no additional comments 
other than the facts surrounding the family background and circumstances. 
From the psychological reactions of the parties involved, the reader may 
identify his own situation and draw a parallel, but his conclusions will be 
his own. 


ONE - MOTHER GOES DOWN 

"I'd come in about nine o'clock, I think. I'd been working out at the gym 
and I was real hot and sweaty and I went to the kitchen to get some orange 
juice. I heard a noise and turned as mother came into the room. She had her 
nightgown on, one of those real flimsy things. I used to kid her about it 
being her honeymoon outfit. You could almost see through it. She asked me if 
I'd spoken to my father at all that afternoon, and I told her I hadn't seen 
him since breakfast She made some remark, and I knew she was mad. I asked 
her what was wrong, and she said she wished she knew where dad was. He was 
getting home later and later, and she didn't like it. I told her he'd been 
working late, but she snapped at me, saying that was no excuse. I could tell 
she was real upset. She lit a cigarette and sat down, puffing at it 
nervously. I asked her if she wanted a Coke or something, and she said no, 
all she wanted was dad to get home. Then she got up and walked back into the 
living room. She slammed the door behind her, and I realized she must've 
been real up tight. I'd seen her like this a coupla times before when she 
and dad had a real fight. She's always been kinda jealous of him. She's 
always thinking he's out screwing some other chick, but I honestly think he 
just works late. Dad hasn't done anything but work late ever since I can 
remember. 

"Anyway, I finished my orange juice and went to my room. I took off my 
things and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the faucets, 
and then decided I'd rather have a tub. I was real stinking, and my muscles 
ached, and I knew lying in the tub would relax me before I went to bed. 

"I put the stopper in, turned on the water, and sat on the edge of the tub, 
waiting for the water to fill up. A few minutes later, I stepped in and slid 
down, the hot water covering me and giving me that groovy feeling. I've 
always liked a hot bath, especially at night. 

"I was lying there, just feeling good, when I heard the door to my room 
open, and mother called out. I shouted I was in the tub, and the next thing 
I knew she opened the bathroom door and stood there. I stared up at her, not 
knowing what to say. I think the last time she'd seen me naked was when I 
was about twelve. In the eight years since, I'd grown a lot, especially 
where she was staring at that moment. I quickly grabbed the washcloth and 
covered my crotch. She laughed and walked over to me. 'My boy's not so 
little any longer,' she said, reaching down and pulling the washcloth away. 
'Hey, knock it off,' I said. But her hand was around my joint and she was 
feeling it. Jeez, I didn't know what to do. 'Listen, dad'll be home soon,' I 
said, but this only made her laugh even more. Then I smelled her breath and 
I realized she'd been drinking. 'Your father won't be home till much later,' 
she said. 'He's out somewhere, God knows where.' I pushed her hand away, 
because I could feel a hard on starting. 'What do you want?' I asked her. 
She bent down and kissed me, right on the lips. 'You,' she said. 'I'm so 
lonely, Phil. Be nice to me.' In that moment, all the stories I'd ever read 
about mothers screwing their sons flashed through my brain. I mean, mother's 
real groovy and all that, but she's still my mother. 'Look, you go back to 
your room,' I said. 'I'll call dad and see what's happened.' I know it 
sounded silly, but it was all I could think of then. She shook her head and 
grabbed my cock again, squeezing it like mad. 

"I could see through that goddamn robe of hers, her tits hanging down, not 
long and flabby, but firm and round, just pike those nude pictures I kept at 
the back of my dresser drawer. Oh, wow, all sorts of things went through my 
mind then. I thought of my girl, and how I'd been screwing her a few nights 
before, and here was my mother, playing with my dick, her tits right in 
front of me. I knew it was hopeless to try and not get hard. My dick was 
beginning to flex and get thick and tingle all over, the way it did when my 
girl started playing with it Mother pushed me back and stared at me with a 
strange smile. 'You think I'm out of my skull, don't you?' she said. 'Well, 
let me tell you, I've been waiting for your father too long. If he's out 
somewhere, I know what he's doing, and it's what I want to do with you right 
now. Phil, there's nothing wrong in it. I love you, baby.' And then her 
mouth came down and closed around the end of my prick. She was leaning over 
the edge of the tub, and I knew it wasn't the easiest position. She lifted 
her face up and laughed softly. 'You know you like it,' she said, 'so why 
don't we get more comfortable, like on the bed?' I stared down at my rod, 
standing up stiff as a board and throbbing with excitement. Then something 
told me: she wanted me, she was forcing herself on me, and the easiest thing 
would be just to let her do whatever she wanted, and if she wanted to suck 
my dick, groovy. She'd already got me hotter'n I'd been in weeks. It was 
something I never dreamed would happen, even though I'd read about it lots 
of times. I even saw that movie, The Damned, where the guy fucks his own 
mother, and I got suddenly turned on. Why not? I liked having my joint 
chewed on, and mother certainly knew what she was doing. Those few licks she 
put in had made me shake all over, it felt so good. 

"She moved away and I stood up in the tub, reaching for the towel. I quickly 
dried myself, and then she grabbed my penis and pulled me out of the 
bathroom and over to the bed. She pushed me down and crawled up between my 
legs, pulling her robe off as she did so. I gasped. She had a real swinging 
bod, slim, narrow waist, wide hips, and those tits, oh, wow! what tits! She 
knelt between my legs and let her fingernails trail up my thighs, digging in 
gently, and up to my crotch. She took my balls, cock, and all and started 
licking them, holding my sac while her tongue slid into the flesh, tickling 
and arousing me even more. She opened her mouth real wide and put my balls 
inside. I felt her tongue rolling them around, while her hand massaged my 
skin up and down over my shaft, up over the head, squeezing it, and then 
pulling it back down. My whole body was shaking. I'd never felt so wild 
before. I mean, I'd screwed my girl, but we only sorta climbed on, fucked, 
and that was it. Now it was like a ten-course meal of sex, a little at a 
time, and every bit making me more and more alive, more thrilled with what 
was happening to me. For the first time, it felt like sex was really 
something, not just a quick bang in the back of a car. I lay back and 
watched her, just like a cat playing with a mouse, the way she was playing 
with my cock and balls, touching, licking, sucking. 

"I was getting more than just horny now. I knew that any minute I'd be 
popping my nuts, and could already feel that little tingle creeping up 
between my joint and my ass-hole; you know that feeling you can't stop, and 
once it starts, you just have to go on humping away and let it happen. I 
lifted my hips and felt my rod push deep into her mouth. She groaned, 
gagged, and then lifted up a little, holding it all between her lips; her 
tongue was feeling all around my head, her hand was on my shaft, and she 
must've felt the cord at the back start jerking, 'cos she pushed her mouth 
down and again and I shot, real big gobs into her, humping my hips and 
pushing as my whole body shook and my hands went down and grabbed her head, 
feeling it going like mad while I fucked her mouth. Wow! it was the wildest 
sex I'd ever had, and when I finally stopped shooting, she kept my dick in 
her mouth, licking it, running her tongue up the cord and draining out the 
last drop of come into her. I felt myself going soft, and slowly she let it 
slip out and it lay across my leg. She stroked it with her fingers and 
smiled at me. 

"I just lay there, my eyes closed, enjoying that wonderful feeling that 
comes after you've shot. She leaned forward, and I opened my eyes just as 
her mouth descended on mine; then I felt her lips and her tongue. We kissed 
just for a second, and then she sat back up. 'That was great,' she 
whispered. 'Just like your father used to be.' I didn't answer her. The only 
thought that I had was when we would be doing it again, because I knew then 
that after that first time, there would be another. And there was, each time 
better than before." 

Phil was the only son of John and Elaine S-, a well-to-do couple who lived 
in New Orleans. 

John was district manager for a large insurance company, a position he had 
worked twenty years to achieve. Despite the fact that their income afforded 
them a rather luxurious home, Elaine began experiencing periods of 
frustration and loneliness as John spent more and more time at his work, not 
only staying late at the office, but making business calls in the evening. 

Although she came from a prominent family in the South, Elaine was not 
overly social, and their circle of friends was limited. She had been 
attracted to John when they met at Tulane University, and after a torrid 
courtship, they were married. A year later, Philip was born. Despite a very 
active sex life, Elaine had no more children. 

John was disappointed, having come from a large family himself. He felt that 
he would have liked at least two, preferably four children. He was also 
aware that an only child has certain disadvantages, and he wanted only the 
best for his son. He discussed the possibility of adoption, but Elaine was 
against it. She considered it a slight to her, and told him if they couldn't 
have any more by themselves, she was not in favor of taking in someone 
else's child. 

Phil grew up in an atmosphere of unrestrained sex activity. Elaine, being 
the hot-blooded girl she was, seldom held back, and early in his life, Phil 
witnessed his parents on several occasions indulging in intercourse. Once he 
saw his mother fellating his father, and several times observed his father 
on top of Elaine, accomplishing the standard penis-vagina activity. 

When he reached puberty, Phil was more than aware of what went on between 
the sexes, and started his own experimenting rather early. He had 
intercourse with a neighbor girl at the age of twelve, but was interrupted 
by her irate prents before he could complete his orgasm. The episode was 
brought to the attention of his father, who took a jovial attitude toward 
it. However, Phil did receive a lecture on the facts of life, which did 
little to minimize his growing sexual feelings. 

By the time he graduated from high school, Phil had more than the normal 
quota of sex experiences, ranging from the usual adolescent experiments to 
spending an afternoon with a prostitute in the French Quarter as well as 
numerous fellations by homosexuals in New Orleans. He had inherited his 
father's virility and his mother's unbridled love of sex. 

Always athletically inclined, Phil had developed his body through football, 
as well as regular visits to a health club where he worked out with weights. 
He took great pride in his body and relished the continual compliments 
showered up on him by men and women alike. 

He was aware that all was not well between his parents, especially after 
John's work took more and more of his time at night. Elaine began drinking 
quite heavily, and there were numerous scenes when she accused John of 
having an affair with another woman, which he denied most vehemently. He was 
legitimately engaged in his insurance calls in the evenings, which left 
Elaine at home alone with Phil. There were many evenings when they would 
talk together, the tone of the conversation becoming more and more intimate 
with every fresh drink that Elaine consumed. She continually made references 
to Phil's growing build and his attractive physique. He did not consider his 
mother's comments untoward until one night she entered his room and made an 
overt advance on him in the bathroom. They ended up in bed together, with 
Elaine fellating him to a climax. This began a series of sexual encounters 
between them. Phil's basic nature leaned toward anything sexual and his 
closeness to his mother helped eliminate any feelings of guilt he might have 
had over what they were doing. He considered it to be something pleasurable, 
and if his mother wished it, he had no objections. He had had enough sex 
experience outside his home to make him cooperative in all the variations 
she desired, although her preference was for oral sex. They also indulged in 
regular intercourse, Elaine being quite aware of her inability to get 
pregnant by this time. 

Phil also had his outside contacts, and one special girl friend whom he 
dated and with whom he slept occasionally. He was quite adjusted to his 
versatile situation, but, thanks to her drinking, Elaine's sense of 
discretion started slipping. Her lack of activity with her husband and the 
easy access to her son pushed her into a possessive attitude that verged on 
the neurotic. 

She tried to discourage Phil from pursuing his normal social life, 
particularly the one girl he said he was dating and whom he hoped to marry. 
During a particularly violent argument between them one night, John returned 
home. Overhearing their conversation, he realized to his horror what had 
been happening. He readjusted his schedule, avoiding all evening 
appointments, and began staying home with Elaine. 

He was unable to arrive at a satisfactory rationale for Phil's behavior. His 
first reaction had been to throw the young man out, but he realized that 
Elaine had probably been more to blame. Nevertheless, he felt that there had 
to be some psychological trauma resulting from the experience, and insisted 
that Phil visit a psychiatrist. Phil was not at all enthusiastic over the 
idea, but finally agreed under threat of being disowned. 

Over a series of visits, Phil related his experiences with his mother, 
together with his own background in regard to his sex development which, the 
psychiatrist felt, would have a bearing upon the fact that he was able to 
indulge in relations with his mother. Although reticent at first, Phil 
finally relaxed and told his story. 

"You ask when I really got started? Hell, I knew what it was all about since 
I was about seven or eight. I think the first time I remember, I heard this 
commotion in my folks' bedroom. It sounded like there was something thumping 
in there and I heard mother's voice giggling. Anyway, I was curious, you 
know how kids are. I tiptoed out of my room and quietly opened their door, 
just far enough to peek in. 

"I saw mother on the bed, naked, and dad was on top of her. He had this big 
old hard on and he was driving it in and out of her. It was real hot 'n' 
heavy, and the noise I'd heard was their bed banging up against the wall 
each time he rammed it into her. Dad has a real big cock, and I couldn't 
believe that all that was sliding into my mother. She was lifting her ass 
each time to meet him. I'll never forget it, as long as I live. You know how 
they say that some guys'll be jealous of their father. I didn't feel 
jealous. I just couldn't believe it, that was all. I knew it must be 
something they enjoyed, because by that time, I'd discovered how much fun it 
was in the bath, soaping my own cock till it got hard, and then lying there, 
playing with myself until my penis was red and I felt that strange feeling 
between my legs. If it felt that good to me, I knew it must feel good doing 
what my dad was doing. 

"I asked another kid a few days later, you know, what it meant. This guy was 
my buddy and he was about three years older'n me, and he laughed and told me 
they were fucking. He said he'd seen his folks lots of times, and that was 
how they made babies. Of course, he didn't answer all the questions in my 
mind, but at least I got the first clues about this whole thing called sex. 
After that, I used to keep my ears peeled for any noises from the bedroom, 
so I could maybe watch again. 

"The next time was when I caught mother doing my dad. He was lying on his 
back, and she was between his legs, sucking his cock. That really turned me 
on. I stayed at the door, quietly feeling my own dick which was hard, and I 
wondered what it would be like to have someone suck my dick. I also figured 
that if mother sucked dad, why couldn't she suck me, too? If it was all 
right for her to do that to him, why couldn't she do it to me? However, 
something told me it was only something that grown-ups did, so maybe I'd 
just have to wait. 

"Well, I guess I grew up sexually kinda young. I was about eleven when I 
started messing around. A few other guys and I used to get together in the 
attic sometimes in the summer. It was real hot up there, and we'd take off 
our clothes and mess around, you know, jacking off and all that shit. One 
kid was about thirteen, and he could come. We all watched while he 
masturbated himself and then shot all over the floor. The first time I saw 
that, I was real excited. I remember reaching out and touching his come, 
feeling it between my fingers. I wanted to be able to do that, because from 
the way he behaved, I knew he was feeling pretty good. I mean, I knew it 
already felt good just playing with it, but to be able to come, to shoot my 
seed like he did, that was my big ambition back then. 

"So when I turned twelve, I was finally able to reach a climax. Oh, that day 
was the greatest. I'd been playing with a bunch of guys and we all came back 
and ended up in the attic. We had one kid-he turned out to be a fucking 
queen later, but back then, we didn't know about those things-who liked to 
suck out dicks, and it felt so good, none of us objected. This particular 
day, Sammy was with us, and when we got up to the attic and started jerking 
off, Sammy went down on me. I'll never forget that. I lay back and watched 
him as he closed his lips around my dick and licked it, up and down, pulling 
the foreskin back and forth with his teeth, then pushing down real hard. For 
the first time, I felt that growing surge from deep inside, and before I 
knew what had happened, my whole body was tingling, and wham! I'd shot into 
his mouth. He gagged but stayed with it, swallowing my load. That was the 
first come I'd ever shot out of my cock. He was real surprised but not 
nearly as surprised and pleased as I was. I was a man now. I could come. I 
could shoot. Wow, I'd passed a turning point From that moment on, I wanted 
to get me a girl and try doing it to her, the way I'd seen my dad doing it 
to mother that night 

"There was this family living next door. They had a daughter who must've 
been about my age, maybe a few months older. I'm not sure. Anyway, we were 
real close friends. I'd gone over to their house and played since I was 
about nine. Her name was Annette, and she was real pretty. And even though 
she was that young, she had the beginnings of tits, and she was just as 
curious about sex as I was. I told her I was able to shoot, and she wanted 
to have me do it to her. Nothing shy about that girl, let me tell you. She'd 
already seen my penis one day when we were together in the garage. She felt 
it, took it out, and played with it till it got hard, but then she got 
scared or something, and nothing more happened. 

"But when I told Annette that I could come, she said I should come over to 
her place and we could try doing it in her bedroom. She said her folks were 
going out that afternoon. I was so excited that I almost got a hard in my 
pants then. I could hardly wait. Anyway when we finally made it to the 
bedroom, she said that she wanted to play with it first. She unzipped my 
pants and took out my cock, which was starting to get hard. She massaged it 
and soon it was stiff and rarin' to go. I told her to suck it, like I'd seen 
my mother doing to dad. She said she didn't think she wanted to, but if I 
wanted to push it between her legs, that'd be fine. Hell, that's what I was 
after anyway, so I reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. I 
stuck my finger up her twat and she giggled and said it tickled. I told her 
to lay back with her legs apart, the way I'd seen mother doing it. She did 
so, and I climbed on. Hell, I was so hot by this time I thought I'd shoot, 
but I didn't. I lifted her dress up and saw her cunt. It was smooth, hell, 
like a soft little swelling between her legs, no hair at all. I put my hand 
inside; it was sticky and slippery. Then I covered her and pushed my cock 
forward, but it just went between her legs, and it didn't feel very good 
there, just flopping around. I raised back on my haunches, then came forward 
again, guiding it into her. She stared as the end of it penetrated between 
her cunt lips, then giggled. 'It feels funny,' she said. Once the end was 
in, I lay forward and pushed with my hips. I felt more of it go in, and then 
something seemed to stop it. I pushed, but it wouldn't go in any more, so I 
pulled it back out again. She told me not to push it so deep, as it hurt 
her. I didn't want to do that in case she started crying or something, so I 
just pushed it in and out the lips a little. It felt pretty good, and I kept 
going. She pulled her dress all the way up and I could see her tits, real 
small and flat, but they were tits, and I began feeling them as I was 
fucking her. I didn't kiss her tits that day. I hadn't got around to that 
yet. I was more interested in keeping my cock going in and out of that 
lovely little snatch which was tight around my shaft and making me feel so 
good. I kept it going slow and easy. I've never been a fast fucker, not even 
now. I get more feeling when it's slow. I went on, and she put her arms 
around my back and held me tightly. 'Oh, that feels good,' she said. 'I feel 
funny inside.' I didn't say anything, but I was beginning to feel pretty 
funny inside, too, and realized it was my approaching climax. I was going to 
come, and for the first time, inside of someone, and it was a girl! Oh, wow, 
I was so excited I could feel my penis throb and expand as it slid in and 
out of her. I started gasping, and just at that moment we heard the front 
door slam downstairs. Her eyes opened wide and she pushed me off her 
quickly. 'It's my folks,' she said, and I've never seen anyone so scared. I 
guess I was petrified. I just stayed there on the bed, wondering what would 
happen. 'Get your pants up,' she said, but there's nothing worse than trying 
to zip up over a roaring hard, especially one like I had then. Even for 
twelve, I was pretty big. And about then, her mother walked in. 

"She took one look at us, then screamed so loud, I thought the whole goddamn 
neighborhood would hear her. She called me every dirty name in the book, 
then ran over and slapped my face. She also slapped Annette, and then all 
hell broke loose. Annette's father came in, and he grabbed me and marched me 
back home. He and my dad had a hell of a scene, while I sat in a chair, 
feeling very sorry for myself. Looking back, it was kinda funny. I wasn't 
sorry because of what happened. I was only sorry they'd arrived so soon and 
I couldn't come in her twat, like I'd wanted to. 

"After Annette's father left, my dad turned to me and started laughing. "You 
little fucker,' he said. 'Trying to screw that girl. I should beat the hell 
out of you, but I won't. I think you've been scared enough.' He told me not 
to try it again, to wait till I was a little older I didn't pay too much 
attention to him, though. Later that night I heard him and mother talking 
about it and laughing. Mother said I was taking after him, and he said what 
was so bad about that. He'd got his first piece of pussy when he was 
thirteen anyway, and he'd been going strong ever since. So I really didn't 
think there was anything real bad about fucking. Hell, if dad laughed about 
it, and mother sort of went along with him, then what the hell? I made up my 
mind to try and find another girl just as soon as I could. 

"I told the other guys about it, and one of them said he had this chick 
who'd blow you for a quarter. She lived a few blocks away, so one afternoon 
me and this other kid went over there. We both had some money and we figured 
maybe if she'd blow us for a quarter, she'd let us fuck her for fifty cents. 
We got there to her place, which was kinda crummy, but she was pretty 
enough. Her name was Cindy, and she must've been about sixteen or so. She 
had real big tits, too, which I went wild over. I'd seen pictures but never 
seen them close up naked, like Cindy showed us before the afternoon was 
over. 

"My friend's name was Clark, and he asked her if she'd take care of both of 
us. He said I was cherry, which made her real interested. She said she liked 
showing boys how to do it for the first time. I mean, she had us both lie 
down on a couch in her room (her folks were away working, so we were alone) 
and she took out dicks and played with them till they were hard. I thought 
it was real funny the way she examined our cocks. She said she thought 
Clark's was prettier, because it was long, thin, and real white. Mine was 
thicker, and had all that skin on it, and some veins down one side. She 
must've got her kicks from examining cocks, I guess. Anyway, she bent down 
and started sucking on Clark, and then after a few seconds, slipped over to 
me. As her lips closed around my shaft, I thought I'd shoot right then. It 
was like fire, so smooth, so hot, and I felt myself slide right into her, 
while her tongue flicked back and forth. She made a big thing about the fact 
I wasn't circumcised, pulling my skin back with her hand to expose the end. 
Clark was cut, so she didn't have to bother with him. She just went at him, 
sucking, then back to me, back and forth until we were both throbbing and 
ready to shoot. Then Clark asked her if we could fuck her for fifty cents. 
She said okay, but she wanted me to fuck her while she sucked off Clark. 
'We'll have a daisy chain,' she said, and showed us what she wanted us to 
do. 

"She lay back, and told Clark to squat across her chest and stick his cock 
in her mouth. Then she told me to get between her legs and shove my dick 
into her cunt. This was really something. I didn't pay any mind to Clark. 
Hell, he was getting his rocks off himself. I just wanted to see that thing 
of hers, and when she dropped her drawers, I just about creamed. It was the 
first time I'd been that close to one with hair on it. It was oozing, too, 
all sorts of that sticky stuff trickling out from the slit. I moved my dick 
forward and pushed it into the middle. It slid in real easy and she wriggled 
her ass as I went in and she said that it felt good, that if was nice and 
thick. Clark had his back right in front of me, so I grabbed him around the 
waist for support and started pumping my cock in and out, the way I'd seen 
my dad doing it that night to mother. In my mind, I could picture him, his 
body sweating and straining as he pushed his big piece of meat in, and I 
imagined I was like him, with just as big a cock, all those muscles and 
everything, and was fucking. I don't think I imagined it was my mother, it 
was just that I was being like my dad, big and strong, with a big dick that 
I could use to give me pleasure and make the girl feel good, too. I knew she 
was feeling good, because she was making little sounds and moving her body. 
Her snatch was gripping my shaft real hard, but she was slick and it felt 
great, sliding in and out. Each time she gripped me, I felt more and more 
sensation go snapping through my body and I was so excited that I felt 
myself coming. I grabbed Clark real hard and cried out, and then I felt my 
cock stiffen, then shoot quick little spurts into her. As soon as I was 
through, I pulled out and lay back on the bed, gasping. I'd done it! I'd 
shot inside the girl and had gotten my first piece of tail. Oh, wow, did I 
feel like shouting from the rooftops at that moment. 

"A few moments later, Clark came in the girl's mouth and climbed off. She 
grinned at us, said it was pretty good, and held out her hand for the fifty 
cents from each of us. Clark only wanted to give her a quarter 'cos she'd 
only blown him, but she insisted, so finally he agreed. He told me later 
he'd have given her a dollar, it felt so good. We used to go back to her 
quite often after that, and she sucked me off, fucked me, and did all sorts 
of things. She liked me, she said, because I had a thicker cock than Clark. 
In fact, she said I had the thickest cock of any kid she screwed. I felt 
real proud of that I knew my dad had a big thick one, and I wanted to be 
like him. That's why I started going in for football, and took up weights. 
I've always believed if you've got a good body, you can really make out with 
the girls. And ever since back then, when I first knew what it meant, I've 
wanted to make sure I would be able to. I knew keeping myself in shape not 
only made me more appealing but also made me better able to fuck up a storm. 
One night, would you believe, I screwed this girl four times? I can get real 
horny when I'm turned on, but even if I were turned on, I know I couldn't 
have made it if I hadn't been in shape. 

"Much as I dig fucking, I think I really dig getting blown just as much, if 
not more. I mean, with a tight pussy, you can't hold yourself back so 
easily. Getting blown might not always be so great, but you last longer, and 
I sure like to fuck all night if I can. 

"Well, after those times with Clark and some other kids, fucking around the 
neighborhood, I figured I really knew the score. By the time I was about 
fifteen, I was known as a stud in school. I'd broadened out, too, and looked 
a lot older than I was. I also had a real big dick. That had grown from all 
the workouts I gave it, either with chicks or myself. I used to laugh when 
the football coach told us all to lay off sex because it sapped energy and 
made you weak. Hell, if I didn't get a piece of tail, I used to jack off 
just about every day. I always had that memory of my dad's cock in my mind, 
and I wanted to have one just as big, be just as able to screw, and he and 
my mother were screwing up a storm. I knew that. Of course, these past few 
years they haven't as often, and I guess that's the reason mother's been so 
up tight about things. I know that was the reason she came in to me that 
first night. 

"I'd known that she and dad were having problems, and I figured it wasn't 
any of my business. I was too busy at school, too wrapped up in my own 
interests, and didn't give much thought to it. After that first night when 
mother came into my bathroom and we had sex, I sure did think about it, 
though. I knew damn well that dad wasn't giving her enough, and mother's a 
horny old broad. I don't mean that. Old. But she is older than the chick 
I've been seeing. 

"She wasn't the first older woman I'd been to bed with, either. When I was 
about seventeen, I used to go down to the French Quarter with Clark and a 
few other guys and we'd spend the night with this whore there. What a gas 
she was! She must've been about forty, real groovy, though, with a great 
body, and she sure liked 'em young. She grooved on me especially because of 
my build. She called me her Charles Atlas. Big muscles and big cock, she 
said. Some nights she'd get some of the other girls at the house to come in 
and watch. I dug that. I've always liked showing off my body, and I knew 
people got a charge out of watching. There was always that thought of 
watching my dad screwing my mother years before. I got a charge out of it 
then, young as I was. Even now I kinda dig watching sometimes, especially 
down in the Quarter when they have sex shows. That's when I realy dig 
someone blowing me, when I'm watching someone else fucking. It's a gas. 

"Anyway, after that first time with mother, I knew that she'd probably want 
it again, and I wondered how the hell things would work out. I mean, I knew 
dad was staying out late on his calls, but he usually came home around 
ten-thirty or eleven. Sometimes it was later, but never after eleven-thirty. 
I kept thinking: what if he walks in and finds us screwing? Oh, yes, we got 
around to just about everything in the book. Mother told me she liked 
anything oral. Especially sucking cock, but there was more she could do 
besides that, like she showed me the second time we got together. 

"It happened about a week after that first time. I guess I should've been 
pretty shook up, but I wasn't. I remember I lay in bed and thought this is 
what dad had been having all those years, and if it was that good, why the 
hell wasn't he getting any? He surely couldn't be that tired. He's only 
forty-two or three. I sure hope when I'm that age I still have enough in me 
to give a broad a good time every night of the week. To me, there's nothing 
better'n a good night's fucking. 

"Anyway, I had come home from the gym again and had just finished my bath 
when mother came into my room. 'Your father's out again,' she said. This was 
nothing unusual, so what did she want me to say? I knew then it was just an 
excuse. She told me she felt like it might be fun to have a little more of 
what we had before. I was lying on my bed, and she came over and started 
messing around with my crotch, and in two seconds I was raring to go. There 
was no hesitation this time. She knew what she wanted, and I knew. I only 
had on my shorts, so I slid them off and lay back. She took off her robe, 
climbed on, and right away went down on me. 

"This time I wanted to do more than I had the first time. I reached out and 
took her tits in my hands, feeling my fingers sink into their softness. Wow, 
my mother's got great boobs. She groaned and I knew she dug that. While her 
lips were sucking away on my dick, I was squeezing her flesh, holding each 
tit and rubbing my thumbs across the nipples, making them into hard little 
lumps that stuck out, dark and enticing. I wanted to suck them. 

"I wanted to close my lips around them and lick like crazy. I pushed her up 
off my cock, and swung around so I could kiss her shoulders her neck, and 
then down to those boobs. Her hand went down and went on playing with my 
dick. She moaned even more, and then her one hand went round the back of my 
neck and I felt her pushing me down, down across her stomach and into that 
sweet-smelling, musky pit between her legs. I'd eaten pussy before, and I 
liked it. She smelled so clean, so fresh, that there was no hesitation. I 
pushed my fingers into her twat and pulled her cunt lips open, exposing that 
cavern of dark, dripping flesh there. My mouth went forward and my tongue 
came out, touching her clitoris. Wow, what a big one she has! I licked it, 
and she wriggled and cried out. 'Suck me, suck me good, baby,' she said, and 
I pushed even deeper, sucking all around, my tongue going wild inside her. 
She twisted her body so she was lying next to me, sixty-nine position. Her 
mouth nuzzled my crotch, her tongue licking every inch of skin, down from 
the bottom of my rod, up to the end, down again to my balls, taking them in 
her mouth. I felt her tongue roll my balls around inside her mouth, while 
her hand pulled the skin up and down the shaft, her fingers squeezing the 
end of it. All the time, I was buried in her snatch, sucking on her, while 
my hands strayed over her body, touching every inch, every crevice, every 
smooth part of her that felt so good. 

"I was beginning to realize how great she was. She knew all the tricks of 
sucking a guy and making him feel the utmost in pleasure. She licked my 
balls and then slowly let them slide out of her mouth, till they fell back, 
then she slid her tongue up my shaft, slowly, all the way up, while her hand 
pulled my skin down. In my mind I could picture her tongue sliding up to 
that real sensitive spot under the head, flicking across it, sending chills 
through me. Then she worked around the head, faster and faster, with her 
tongue, and then closed her lips on it, taking it all inside her mouth, 
letting it jam in all the way back to her throat and ram against her 
insides. Her throat contracted around the head and then she pulled it out 
again, lifting her head. Down the shaft once more, over my balls, and this 
time she pushed between my legs, down under my balls, and toward my 
ass-hole. I knew then what she wanted, and I was thankful I'd had a bath. My 
anus was clean as a whistle, and she was gonna blow it. Deep between my 
buttocks she pushed. I lifted myself up a little and rolled on my side. I 
felt her hands part my cheeks and her mouth come forward, her tongue 
extended, searching for my anus. Zap! I felt it touch and probe. The whore 
in the Quarter had french-kissed my ass-hole one night and it was groovy. 
Now mother was doing the same thing, her tongue pushing in and out, sucking, 
licking my flesh while, all the time, her hand was rubbing my cock. 

"I was really floating by now. The smell of her cunt was in my nostrils, and 
the taste on my tongue, that salty sweetness which the whore had told me was 
just like the taste of come. I wouldn't know. I've had a few queens blow me, 
but I've never done it to a guy. Wouldn't want to. Hell, as long as there's 
pussy around, I'm not going the other route, even if I feel like it. I could 
feel her juices flowing out of her insides, and I knew she was getting 
hotter'n ever. I wondered if she was going to pop her cookies. I knew a 
broad can come just from being sucked, without having a cock up there. Her 
hips were twisting, and her whole body was shaking. My own body was steaming 
with sweat, pouring down my sides, and mother's was, too. I could see the 
drops rubbing out from under her tits and down her sides. Between her legs, 
too, sweat mingled with her cunt juices, and I was licking it all, taking in 
that taste that was making me hornier than ever. I knew I was going to come 
pretty fast at that rate. Her hand was doing the best job ever on my rod, 
and her tongue up my ass was only adding to the sensations that were lifting 
me off the bed and taking me into another world. I wondered if dad had ever 
felt this good. 

"Then I felt mother's mouth move away from my ass, and her hand came there, 
her finger pushing into my anus, probing around, touching my rod inside my 
body. I almost went through the ceiling then. I felt my prick flex and it 
felt like it got so thick it would burst out of itself. Mother must've known 
I was almost there, because I felt her mouth close over the end of my cock 
and start sucking like mad, faster and firmer than ever before. That did it. 
From deep inside me, the quivering sensation began. I felt my seed start to 
travel up, and with a massive thrust I pushed my cock forward just as I felt 
myself erupt into her mouth. Deep into her throat I jammed my meat as it 
spurted and shot out load after load of my come while her finger massaged 
inside my ass, rubbing my prostate and making that orgasm just about the 
greatest I'd ever experienced. She made little grunts and groans and her 
legs slapped around my head and I felt her quiver and her cunt felt like it 
flooded as she must've come at the same time. We rocked together on the bed 
till the last drop had been sucked out of my cock by her hungry lips and 
tongue, rubbing down the length, down the cord, draining it dry. I started 
going soft, and slowly my rod slipped out. She grabbed it right away and 
began fondling it. I raised up from her and we stared at each other. 

" That was even better than the last time,' she said. 'Now I want you to go 
again, and this time fuck me, baby, fuck me where it really counts.' 

"Just looking at her body was enough to make me start getting hard again, 
but I knew it would take a while. 

"We lay together, while she fondled my dick, rubbing it firmly but slowly up 
and down. She held the bottom part of the shaft with the head sticking out 
from her fist, and licked across the top, pushing her tongue into the 
cockslit and round the top. Even soft, it felt like a million bucks. I 
touched her tits and played with them. I loved the feel of them, the way 
they sort of pointed up at the ends, like those nipples were lifting 
themselves to my mouth. I held them and squeezed that soft flesh, so soft I 
couldn't believe it, with the nub of the nipple at the end making an 
exciting little lump for my thumb to rub over, making her quiver and tremble 
with desire again. I don't think anything really had to make mother hot. She 
was that way all the time. She wanted to go, go, go every minute we were 
together. She couldn't wait for my cock to get hard again after the first 
time. She really gave me a working over, with her hands and her mouth, 
trying to coax my rod up once more. I was pretty hot myself anyway, so it 
didn't take long, especially as this time I knew she wanted me to fuck her, 
and the thought of driving my prick up into that beautiful soft hole between 
her legs just excited me all the faster. Gradually I responded, my shaft 
lifting itself to its full height once more with her fingers manipulating it 
firmly. 

"She lay and looked closely at it as it rose. She said she liked all that 
skin around my dick, and the veins at one side. She ran her fingers up and 
down, touching, feeling, giving me a deep-rooted thrill each time. By the 
time I had a full hard once more, I was shaking and ready for action, 
anxious to climb on and ram my sex deep into her. She crawled up close to me 
and started kissing me. Her mouth was very soft, but hungry and yearning for 
as much as I could do with it, licking her lips, pushing my tongue into her 
mouth, and letting the tip play over hers while she ground her hips up 
against my body, rubbing my cock between us. I could feel her breasts 
rolling against my chest, touching my own nipples and exciting them. 

"She broke away and stared at me, stroking my hair and smiling. "You're very 
handsome, you know?' she whispered. 'And you've got a body that won't quit. 
Oh, Phil, fuck me, fuck me good.' She raised her ass up and my cock sprang 
up stiff in the air. She maneuvered her crotch on top of it, and I felt the 
head push into her bush, penetrate, and then her cunt lips grabbed my head 
and I felt that hot, warm wetness enclose my shaft. Slowly she lowered her 
body and my dick slid all the way in, deep inside that groovy body of hers, 
and as each inch slipped in, I felt her snatch grabbing, tight and smooth 
around me, sending flashes of fire through my groin. 

"She kissed me again, fast and violently, and began grinding her hips 
against me, lifting up and down and making little groans of pleasure that 
told me she was feeling as good as I was, which was pretty damn good right 
then. Mother may have done a good blow job, but she fucked even better; her 
pussy felt tight, hot, grabbing my dick up and down so fast it felt like a 
machine. Wow, what action! I lay there, while she did all the work, 
enclosing my shaft between her legs, up and down, in and out, fuck, fuck, 
fuck. 

"I guess she either got tired, or she wanted more of me in her, but she 
lifted off and rolled over on her back, pulling me on top. I didn't need any 
instructions then. I guided my dick back into that warm, dripping cunt and 
her legs wrapped themselves around my waist, locking us together while I 
began humping her, driving my rod deep into her. With each thrust, I felt my 
balls pound against her ass, and she grunted as I hit bottom. I lowered my 
lips to her tits and began sucking, biting, closing my teeth around her hard 
nipples, first one, then the other, and every time I nibbled, her cunt 
seemed to jump at my cock, gripping it tighter and making me tremble and 
quiver with sensations. 

'She was gasping and her mouth was crying out, making little noises, and 
then she cried out, 'FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, RAM IT IN!' It was a rough, 
common voice that came out of her, and it excited me even more, reminding me 
of one of the whores in the Quarter I'd fucked once, who cussed all the 
time, using words I'd never heard before, until she came. 

"My fingers gripped her soft flesh and hung on even tighter as my hips 
pushed forward, driving my lance faster and faster, cleaving her cavern to 
gain the ultimate enjoyment. 

"I could feel her own approaching orgasm, with the smooth tightness of her 
cunt caressing every inch of my penis with growing firmness, as though her 
folds of flesh inside were trying to squeeze every possible bit of sensation 
out of my rod. As I rammed it all the way in, I could feel my cock being 
massaged, the head tingling, the length prickling from the way her snatch 
was working it, the innermost parts of her cunt making my broad flat head 
quiver with excitement. My balls slapped loudly against her ass as I hit 
deep, and their swinging and touching her only added to my mounting passion. 
I wanted this to be the greatest coming I'd had so far, better than anything 
ever before with anyone. I put everything I had into it, every inch of me 
driving into her twat, and she was responding, her body twisting and 
shaking, her in-sides wrapping around my cock with a violence that blew my 
mind completely. 

"I suddenly remembered how much extra sensation there had been with her 
finger up my ass, so I said to her, 'Put your finger in me.' She didn't 
answer me, but I felt her hand slide around, down to my buttocks and between 
the cheeks. A moment later, her finger touched my ass-hole, felt it, and 
pushed. There was a sudden stab as she entered me, and then I felt it moving 
around, touching every side, rubbing me up and down, sideways, every way, 
her finger sliding in and out of my ass-hole as my cock slid in and out of 
her twat. My whole groin seemed on fire, with ecstasy flooding that whole 
area, from my ass-hole where her finger was doing its job, to my crotch 
where my rod, staffer than it had ever been before, was ramming its length 
into her oozing, sticky, wonderful cunt "She must've known how good it felt 
with her finger up my ass, because I felt her fumble around and then I 
almost shot off as she pushed two fingers up my ass. Hell, I was so relaxed 
back there from her massaging, she could probably have gotten her whole hand 
in me. I saw that done once, in the whorehouse. A guy shoved his whole hand 
up this broad while he was fucking her. She screamed, and I thought her 
ass-hole would rip open, but it didn't and she said afterwards she loved 
that. Now I knew what she meant. I had two fingers up my ass-hole and it 
felt like the greatest thing that had ever happened. Mother knew where to 
rub, too, against that long, hard shaft inside where my penis was before 
coming out to the outside. Her probing only added to the sensations that 
flooded by prick and balls. My whole groin throbbed with pleasure. 

"I put my lips to her breasts and started biting her nipples again, closing 
my teeth around those firm, hard little heads and sliding my tongue over her 
flesh. She arched her back to push them nearer my face, and this seemed to 
make my cock penetrate her deeper. 'More, more,' she gasped, like she wanted 
another eight inches inside as well as those I was giving her. 

"Her twat was stretched wide as possible, allowing me to fuck her as deep as 
I could. I felt her juices running out of her crack, adding to the sweat 
that greased our skins. She was panting heavily, and my own breath was 
coming in deep gasps. I'd never felt anything like this before, not in all 
the fucking, sucking, and everything I'd done up till then. I knew we 
couldn't last much longer. The thrills that touched every nerve were too 
much. As my cock jammed home, and hit bottom for the hundredth time (it 
seemed), I felt that familiar surge deep inside. Even before my seed started 
its journey from my balls to her cunt, she screamed out, 'I'm coming, I'm 
coming,' and that did it. Up through my shaft, plunging deep into her 
quivering flesh, my seed shot out, load after load, spurting out so hard I 
thought my ass would blow off. We thrashed together, the bed rocking like 
crazy, and then finally we lay still, savoring our bodies and that great 
feeling after you've popped your nuts. Inside her, I felt her cunt twitch 
around my prick as it slowly got soft and started sliding out of her. She 
tried to grip it, to stop it, but it was no use. After a few seconds, it 
popped out, and we lay back, exhausted. There was no need to say anything. 
We both knew it had been good. For me it was the best fuck I'd ever had. 
After a few minutes, she rolled over and took my limp dick in her mouth. She 
didn't try to suck it. She just let it lie there, enclosed in her warm 
mouth. 

"I looked down at her and laughed. 'You sure like to suck cock, don't you? I 
said, kiddingly. She lifted off me, and nodded. 'Nothing better than a big 
dick in your mouth, hard or soft,' she said, and closed her mouth around it 
again. 

"Mother and I went to bed quite a lot after that. We did everything. I 
fucked her in the ass, and we rimmed each other, sucked, fucked, you name 
it, we did it. But then I began going out more often, seeing my girl, and I 
guess she got up tight about that. She said once or twice that she thought I 
was catting around too much, but I knew she only wanted me to stay home more 
so we could fuck. Hell, I wasn't hard up for sex. My girl was putting out, 
and besides, I had plenty of other chicks around. 

"Anyway, one night mother came into my room, and we'd finished sex and she 
started this big argument. We were talking real loud and didn't hear dad 
come in. He must've heard what we said, and that's when the shit hit the 
fan. I thought he'd throw me out, or beat me up, or something. Anyway, after 
he calmed down, he had a real groovy talk with me. He blamed mother, and I 
couldn't deny that. Hell, I'd have never thought of screwing her if she 
hadn't started it. And once we'd done it, the second time was easy and every 
time after that even easier. I don't feel bad about what's happened. Dad 
does, but honest, it makes no difference. Hell, in bed it really doesn't 
matter what's around your cock as long as it feels good. I think mother's 
the one who needs straightening out. 

"Now that dad's staying home nights, she's probably getting all she wants 
from him. I hope so. If they were grooving together before, no wonder she 
kissed it. She's a hell of a lay, and I can understand why she should start 
her drinking and all that if she wasn't getting any. Anyway, I plan to move 
away from home soon. I'd rather have my own place now. My girl wants to move 
in with me and I couldn't do that living at home." 

The psychiatrist listened to Phil's complete story and found that the young 
man had suffered no trauma over his sex experiences with his mother. 
Normally a very active man, virile and sexual almost to an extreme, Phil was 
concerned more with maintaining his sexual needs than worrying about where 
they came from. His background, encompassing such a variety of experiences, 
showed his complete disregard for his partner. He had visited many 
prostitutes in the French Quarter. He had indulged in fellatio with 
homosexuals. He had participated in orgies with men and women, and his track 
record at school included many girls who meant nothing more to him than a 
body from which he could receive his gratification. He was quite aware of 
this, and was in no way ashamed. To him, his body was a means to achieving 
the highest enjoyment, both from an admiration standpoint, giving him mental 
satisfaction, and from a sexual, giving him bodily release. 

Of special significance, however, was the young man's reference to the 
memory of is father having intercourse with his mother. Phil stated several 
times that he had always wanted to be like his father, to have as big a sex 
organ and as virile an ability to satisfy himself in sex. His daily 
masturbation and frequent sex experimenting pointed to a preoccupation with 
sex, which is not unusual at that early age. However, the father-admiration 
syndrome possibly paved the way to Phil's acceptance of his mother's 
advances. 

His father's neglect of his mother was a prime causal factor in her 
frustration which led to her drinking and ultimately to her extreme action 
in approaching her own son. 

Phil's own decision to move away from home proved to be the ideal solution 
to any possible conflict within the family in the future. With him away from 
home, Elaine was removed from possible temptation, and, as it turned out, 
with John staying home and giving her husbandly attention, she soon adjusted 
back to her former state of connubial satisfaction. She tapered off on her 
drinking, and her and John's marital situation straightened out. 

John never quite forgot the episode. Subconsciously he blamed himself for 
Elaine's actions and, after talking with the psychiatrist, felt he might 
also have been responsible for Phil's sexual preoccupation, though being 
more than sexually prone himself, John took it as not being an unhealthy 
indication. He felt a man is better off oversexed than feeling guilt-ridden 
and awkward. John felt a glow of pride in his son's sexual prowess, and even 
though the affair with Elaine rankled in John's mind, it faded ultimately 
beneath the renewed happiness that they found together, without Phil being 
in the house as a reminder of what had happened. Alone again with her 
husband, who now stayed home nights, Elaine slipped comfortably into a 
pattern of marital satisfaction that included all phases of activity, both 
social and personal. 

TWO LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER 

"I didn't see anything wrong in doing that. I'd done it to lots of other 
guys, so why not? I knew daddy had a big dick and that's what I like. I 
really dig that, getting a piece of meat I can really chew on, and when he 
came into the room and saw what Merle and I were doin', he got real hot. I 
could see his prick sticking out under his pajamas. I mean, it wasn't a full 
hard or anything like that, but it was big enough to push out and show me 
that he had something worth having, and right when I wanted it. That's why I 
told him I'd do him. Merle had never seen a guy get blown and she wanted to 
watch. So she sat back on the end of the bed while daddy lay back and I went 
to work. I think if I hadn't grabbed him and started feeling him up, he 
might've just forgot the whole thing about me and Merle. He told me later he 
knew girls messed around with each other, but he didn't think we sucked on 
cunt. I told him that was bet-ter'n finger-fucking, and Merle wanted to find 
out. I think Merle digs it. Maybe she's a dike, I dunno. 

But she sure-likes it, I know, and she can make me feel real good with that 
tongue of hers, just like I started making dad feel good once I had his dick 
out and started licking it. 

"I'd seen a few good-size dicks before. My one boyfriend has a real groovy 
piece of cock. Long, thin, and lots of skin. I like that. Daddy has a long 
one, but it's thick and that skin of his comes way over the end. I know when 
I pulled it out of his pajamas, Merle said how come it was so dark. It was, 
real dark like it had been tanned or something, and it was smooth as all 
get-out, none of those thick veins some guys have. I thought it was the 
prettiest one I'd ever seen, and I closed my fist around it and started 
rubbing it up and down. It was half hard and in no time it stood up, ready 
for action. I put my head down and pulled the skin back with my teeth. I 
felt that beautiful wide cock-head, smooth and slippery, in my mouth, and 
ran my tongue across the end of it. 

"I got a real charge then. He had a big slit, real wide, and the end of my 
tongue could almost go in. I know each time I rubbed my tongue across it, he 
jumped and moaned, like it was the best thing he'd ever felt. His hands came 
down over my head and pushed, and my head went down and that big thing 
pushed all the way into my mouth and banged against the back of my throat. I 
closed my fingers around his balls and started playing with them. He had big 
round balls with all that flesh covered with thick black hairs. I let my 
nails scrape through them while I lifted my head up and down, sucking on his 
shaft. He leaned back more into the pillows and lifted his hips, driving his 
cock into me while I played with his crotch. It was the grooviest blow job I 
could remember, and I'd given quite a few by then, let me tell you. 

"Up and down I went, real slow, but stayed around the top. This one guy had 
told me about that place right under the head where it feels best. I skinned 
him back and ran my tongue back and forth under that wide cock-head, and I 
could tell it was doing the job. Daddy moaned and twisted even more, and his 
hips moved faster as he started really fucking my face, driving that rod in 
and out while my hands pulled and played with his balls. He has great balls: 
a real handful, and I love to hold them while I suck cock. It makes it all 
the better for me, and I know it makes it better for the guy. Especially 
someone like dad, with all that foreskin. When I drag on his balls, it makes 
the skin stay back down off the head and I can run my tongue around it, 
smooth and stiff and ready to pop any minute. Daddy has such a groovy cock, 
really, especially the head. It's wide and flat and fits just right into my 
mouth and doesn't make me gag when it slips down into my throat 

"I was really having a ball, kneeling there between his legs and up again, 
right under his balls, feeling every bit of him, and smelling that rough 
manly odor between his legs. I was really turned on, and, as I knelt there, 
I rubbed my own legs together, making my cunt twitch and quiver and give me 
all the more sensation from it all. 

"Suddenly daddy started moaning real hard, and I knew I was getting to him. 
I felt his cock flex, thicken and get even stiffer, like it was gonna burst 
out of its skin. His hand came down to my hand and pushed it between his 
legs. 'Play with my ass,' he said, and I knew then what he wanted. One of my 
boyfriends told me he can't come unless he has a finger up his ass. I pushed 
forward toward daddy's ass, felt his anus, tight and twitching there, and my 
finger pushed against it. He groaned again and I felt his cock stiffen and 
jerk. I pushed again and my finger slid in all the way and I started rubbing 
around in there, feeling his hardness inside his body. Daddy really went 
wild then, moving and humping like crazy. 

"His body was streaming with sweat and the bed was rocking from all the 
action. I could feel my own twat oozing with my juices and I was so excited 
it felt like I was gonna come, too, and I knew daddy was almost there. That 
rod of his was pounding in and out of my mouth, and my tongue flicked back 
and forth across the head as it slid in and out. My finger was feeling 
inside his ass, and my other hand was pulling on his balls real hard. He 
gave a big moan and then rammed his rod into me all the way. It hit the back 
of my throat and then I felt it shudder and burst, as he shot loads of come 
into me. My finger up his ass felt his shaft flex and jerk and all that 
stuff was pouring into my mouth. I tasted that salty flavor and I really 
went out of my mind. Nothing turns me on more than the taste of come. On and 
on he shot, moaning and throbbing until he collapsed back, and I felt his 
prick start to go soft. I kept it in my mouth, sucking it and running my 
tongue up the cord, draining every drop of jism out of him. Something 
must've happened inside me, too, because I felt my body tingle all over and 
my cunt seemed all sticky, wet and extra warm. I guess I must've come, too. 
It was a great moment, and I loved it. I know daddy did, because after his 
cock got soft and slipped out of my mouth, he patted me and said how 
wonderful it was and how good I did him. Hell, I knew that. Every guy I'd 
ever sucked off told me that, but it was nice to hear it again. 

I sat up and stared at him. He bent forward and kissed me. I turned and saw 
Merle sitting on the end of the bed. She had her finger in her twat; she'd 
been playing with herself while she watched. She laughed and said it looked 
groovy, and maybe she could do it next time. I told her she could do me, 
while I did daddy. That's more my style, and besides, I think Merle digs 
pussy more than cock. Me, I'll take a stiff dick over anything else, 
anytime. I sure like to suck a guy off. It's better than fucking." 

Sam W-came from a poor family in Tennessee, and at an early age began 
experimenting with sex. His curiosity led him into many situations, ranging 
from intercourse with animals at the age of thirteen, to regular liaisons 
with various farm girls. When Sam was seventeen, he began going with Martha, 
who was already well indoctrinated into sex. Following six months of steady 
dating, Martha became pregnant and she and Sam got married. Their first 
daughter, Sally, was born shortly afterwards, and two years later, a second 
girl, Merle, arrived. 

Sam had always been mechanically inclined, and got himself a good job at a 
local garage as a mechanic. When the children were of school age, they all 
moved to Pensacola, Florida, where an old friend of the family ran a 
Chevrolet dealership. Sam was installed as a mechanic and proved himself a 
good worker, most knowledgeable in his craft. Martha worked occasionally as 
a waitress to supplement their income, as well as to give herself an added 
interest. With the girls growing up and busy with school, Martha found time 
hanging heavy, and she enjoyed the contact with the public. 

Sam's relationship with his wife had always been good, but Martha had never 
been able to fully satisfy him sexually. Their teenage fling had settled 
down to a routine by the time the girls were approaching puberty, and Sam 
occasionally indulged in extramarital affairs. 

Sam's infidelity was prompted more by his wife's aversion to oral 
intercourse than to anything else. Martha had always enjoyed being taken 
bodily by her husband, but her background and instincts limited her 
lovemaking to vaginal intercourse. Anything more was repugnant to her. She 
had been under the impression for many years that any woman who did more was 
lewd and immoral. Martha's brainwashing at Sunday school had given her this 
mental block, and Sam's greatest joy was to be fellated by a woman. 

When he started going with Martha, he had tried to get her to go down on 
him, but she had refused. Sam's extramarital activity, therefore, was 
primarily oral in nature. He had been fellated at the age of ten by his 
older sister, and, in his mind, nothing had surpassed that sensation, 
despite his enjoyment of other forms of intercourse. 

Although the issue of oralism was never pressed by Sam, it did form the 
basis of a growing aloofness between them. Sam discussed it on several 
occasions, trying to make Martha see that within the marriage covenant, any 
form of sexual enjoyment was not only right and proper, but essential to 
cement the growing relationship over the years. Despite her ability to 
rationalize, Martha relied too heavily upon her religious dogma to placate 
her conscience. She refused to be convinced that oralism constituted 
anything but depravity, something that only whores and sinners indulged in. 
She also felt Sam showed disrespect for her position as his wife, and her 
pride was hurt that he would even try to insist. 

For the researcher, Martha, provides an excellent example of what Weiss 
speaks of in his treatise "Some Aspects of Sex in Neuroses," wherein he 
states: 

Whatever enters the atmosphere of the pride system becomes frozen into an 
absolute. After Kinsey had described some statistical norms of sexual 
behavior, many patients absolutized these norms, making them absolute 
"shoulds." The result was not greater fulfillment, but increased hostility 
against the self and against the partner. 

Martha's principles, inflexible as they were, resulted in antagonism toward 
Sam. Their sex life did not stop, but was confined solely to vaginal 
intercourse, despite Sam's strong yearnings toward oralism, which he 
satisfied outside his marriage bed. 

The daughters, Sally and Merle, were not ignorant of their parents' 
difficulties. Several arguments filtered through the bedroom walls into the 
eager ears of the girls, whose growing sexuality was titillated by 
occasional references by their father to "sucking" and "eating me." When 
Sally went into puberty, she became an object of intense interest to Merle, 
who eagerly anticipated her own maturity. The girls used to indulge in 
mutual masturbation, manipulating each other's genitals with their hands, 
then graduating one night to oral stimulation, which Merle particularly 
enjoyed. 

One night, by accident, Sam entered the girls' bedroom to find them naked, 
and their heads buried in each other's crotches. He chastised them, and 
returned to his room, painfully aware of feeling erotically aroused by what 
he had seen. As he lay next to Martha, his mind was filled with the scene, 
and he found himself desiring relations with the girls. He could picture 
himself lying back, being fellated by them and enjoying cunnilingus with 
each one. He became so aroused, he grabbed Martha and had intercourse with 
her very violently. She cooperated, but unwillingly. She rebelled against 
it. 

The next day, Sam had a talk with Sally and Merle, but the outcome was not 
very satisfactory. He tried to give them paternal advice on the subject of 
sex, but his own background limited his ability to communicate. To 
complicate matters further, his mind was still burning under the memory of 
seeing them naked the night before. 

Several nights later, Martha was away sitting with a sick friend. Sam was 
alone in the house with the two girls. Shortly after he went to bed, he 
heard noises. Going into the next room, he found his two girls again 
indulging in mutual cunnilingus. The sight, combined with his previous 
fantasies, proved too much for his own sexual desires. When Sally brazenly 
offered to fellate him, he found himself powerless to resist. He reclined on 
the bed and she brought him to orgasm while Merle watched. 

Over the ensuing months, there were several more episodes where Sam engaged 
in sex with his daughters. Sally had been going with a boy and became 
pregnant. She went to Martha and told her the story. Martha was horrified, 
but within her heart, she remembered that she herself had married Sam after 
she had become pregnant by him. She blamed herself for what had happened, 
reverting to her religious beliefs, saying that the sins of the parents had 
visited upon the children. 

Martha took Sally and Merle to the pastor at her church, hoping that his 
influence would help straighten out her girls. Sally, who had developed into 
a very blunt and practical girl, confessed not only to many sexual 
experiences, but also to fellating her father. Both Martha and the minister 
were shocked to the extreme and confronted Sam with the accusation, which he 
denied. However, Merle's corroboration of Sally's story was something Sam 
could not deny. Martha's revulsion toward her husband was primarily based on 
her own attitudes toward oralism and on her religious beliefs. The pastor 
was a more practical man. He advised Sam to consult a psychiatrist in order 
to adjust better to his desires. He also stressed to Martha that rejection 
of her husband was not in keeping with her religious tenets of forgiveness. 
She agreed that if Sam saw the psychiatrist, she would remain with him and 
try to rebuild their marriage. 

Sam began a series of visits, during which he related his background and 
feelings regarding sex and oralism in particular. After the first few 
visits, the psychiatrist realized that Sam's fall from grace with his 
daughter was not the result so much of his own leanings, but of Sally's 
aggressiveness and wanton sexuality. He recommended that Sally be brought 
in. It was not so much Sam who needed help, but his older daughter. Sam's 
desires were not abnormal; they were merely frustrated. This did not excuse 
his behavior with his girls, but the fact remained that it was Sally, and 
not Sam, who had started their relationship; without her, Sam would never 
have indulged. Sally was not enthused with the idea of psychotherapy, but 
under her parents' insistence, she began visiting the psychiatrist, telling 
him in great detail of her initial experiences which led her into such a 
freewheeling attitude toward sex. 

"You wanna knew when I first started? It's been a while. I guess I was about 
eleven or so. I knew this guy at school, see? He was a few years older'n me, 
and he often used to come and talk to me during the lunch break. We'd sit 
under some trees, and one day he said he'd sure like to go with me. I asked 
him what he meant, and he said I knew. I really didn't, except perhaps that 
he wanted to screw me. I knew about that already from what happened at home. 
I'd seen my daddy naked in the bathroom a coupla times, and we'd had some 
sex instruction in class, so I knew that a guy pushed that thing into your 
twat and it felt good and you made babies that way. But I figured I didn't 
want any babies. I can't stand 'em, anyway. They're always crying, wetting, 
and shitting all over the place. But the idea of having a little fun was 
something else again. 

"I told him he could walk home with me one afternoon. Dad was working, and 
ma was out somewhere. Merle was playing next door, and so this guy and I 
were alone. He sat next to me on the couch and put his arm around me, 
pulling me close to him and trying to kiss me. I remember I pushed him away. 
I wanted to kiss him, but I guess I played hard to get. Don't ask me why, I 
was aching to have him hold me close, and I wanted to feel his dick, as I'd 
never felt one hard before, and I knew his was getting hard. I could see it 
through his pants. 

"Anyway, he finally kissed me, and when his mouth went over mine, I felt his 
tongue stick out and lick my lips. It felt all funny and I pulled away and 
laughed. Then he put one hand up on my blouse and squeezed my tit. I had 
pretty big tits for my age even then, and I knew if you rubbed them, the 
nipples stood up and it felt good. So I let him rub my tits for a while. He 
put his hand inside my blouse and when his fingers touched my bare skin, I 
trembled all over. It was the first time anyone had done that, and it felt 
good. I undid my blouse and when his fingers touched my bare skin, I 
trembled all over. It was the first time anyone had done that, and it felt 
good. I undid my blouse and let my tits stand out. He put his mouth over 
them, one at a time, and licked them, all over, especially the nipples, 
which were hard by this time. All through my body I felt this funny tingling 
sensation and my twat was beginning to ooze juices and get warm. My cunt 
lips seemed to get bigger and I wanted to play with myself down there, but I 
figured that's what he was goin' to do, so I waited. 

"Sure nuf, after a few minutes, he slid one hand up my leg and touched my 
panties, slipping his fingers underneath and feeling my cunt. I really 
started trembling then. His cock was pushing against his pants like a big 
ol' pole, and he took my hand and put it on his crotch. I felt it, hard as 
can be, and squeezed it. Take it out,' he said, and I undid his zipper and 
that thing popped out into view. Compared with some of the cocks I've had 
since, it wasn't much, but to me, it was the biggest thing I'd ever seen, 
especially hard like that. He wasn't circumcised, and had all that silky 
white flesh around the shaft, and just the tip of the head pushing through 
the end, real red and sexy-looking. I wanted to see more, and I grabbed it 
and pulled the skin back. There was his head, big and round and red and 
shiny, with stuff coming out of the slit. I didn't know what it meant back 
then, but it looked interesting. I rubbed the lube all over and massaged it, 
and he moaned and said I'd better watch out or he'd shoot in my hand. I let 
it go, and he laughed and said not to do that, just to take it easy, not 
squeeze so hard. He showed me how to hold it and rub the skin up and down 
gently so it felt good but didn't make him want to pop his nuts. I went on 
jacking him while his hand was fingering my cunt. He had a finger in, and 
was rubbing inside. It felt so good, sending chills through me. We sat 
there, playing like that, and every now and then, he'd kiss me and push his 
tongue into my mouth. I liked that, and we touched tongues and got all hot 
'n' sexy and I knew it couldn't go on much longer without something 
happening. I mean, I didn't know what would happen, but I knew something was 
gonna. He told me next to lick his cock. I told him that wasn't nice. I'd 
heard mother say that once to dad in the bedroom. He laughed and said how 
could I tell if I'd never tried it. That sorta made sense to me, so I 
carefully put my head down and kissed the end of his prick. I noticed how it 
jumped and jerked as my lips touched its glistening, shiny head. 

"It tasted kinda salty, but it had that other taste to it, too. I learned 
after a while it was just the taste that a guy's cock has, and it sure 
turned me on. I closed my lips around the head and let my tongue play across 
it, and I knew he liked that from the way he started humping his hips and 
trying to push it in deeper. I went down some more and took it all inside my 
mouth. My teeth gripped his skin and slid it back, and then I started 
licking like it was goin' out of style. I really caught on fast. It tasted 
good and made me feel good and funny inside, too. I didn't know why, I just 
knew I liked it, and he obviously did, too. He was so caught up in it that 
he must've forgot about me, 'cos his hand came out of my pussy and both his 
hands were on the back of my head, holding me down and pushing me up, down, 
makin' sure all his cock was being sucked. I tightened my lips around his 
shaft, and sucked and licked and then it started jerking and felt like it 
got thicker; then he gave a loud cry, and I felt this stuff shoot out of the 
end and into my mouth. At the same time, he lifted his hips and jammed it 
way back into my throat. I almost gagged, but I stayed with it. He didn't 
shoot much, but enough for me to taste it before I swallowed, and that taste 
really drove me wild. I went on sucking it, but he lifted my head off. He 
said after he shot it was real tender. 

"I didn't want to. I'd had my first cock and I wanted more. I watched it as 
it slowly got soft and lay there, so small and funny looking after the hard, 
wonderful thing that I'd been sucking on. I picked it up in my fingers and 
squeezed it. A drop of come oozed out of the end, so I bent down and licked 
it off. It didn't seem to hurt him, so I closed my lips around it again and 
really began sucking. That's when he lifted me off and told me to quit. 'You 
can do it later,' he said, 'Right now it wants to rest' I thought that real 
funny and I laughed. I told him I liked it and thought his cock was very 
pretty. He laughed then. He said no one had ever told him his prick was 
pretty. He knew it was a hard, thick one. I asked him if every boy's cock 
was the same, and he told me no, they were all different. That made me real 
curious. In my mind, I pictured rows and rows of cocks, all different sizes 
and shapes, and I was going down the line, feeling, sucking, licking, and 
playing with them all. I wanted to find another cock and compare it with the 
one I'd just finished with. I suddenly became real cock-happy. I asked him 
if it would get hard again soon, and he said it would but he couldn't wait. 
He had to get home, and besides, we both suddenly became aware of what had 
happened, and I got scared. Perhaps Merle would come in, or ma get home. So 
he got up and left. I went upstairs and took off my panties and looked at 
myself down there. 

"My cunt lips were all swollen and red where his finger had been rubbing me. 
I pulled myself open and looked inside. My clitoris was still big and hard 
and I touched it. It felt good, and I started playing with it In my mind I 
saw my lips around his cock again, and my whole body began shaking. Of 
course, I was too young to have a climax, but I guess I had the closest 
thing to it 

"That day really started me getting interested in boys. About two weeks 
later, I got friendly with another boy. He must've been about fourteen, and 
what attracted me was the big bulge in his pants. I figured that he must 
have a big cock and I wanted to see it. I asked him if he wanted to walk me 
home after school. He was a little shy, but he came along. When we got home, 
mother was there, so we went out into the yard. We had Cokes and some cake, 
and we sat behind the garage and ate them. I told him I liked him and did he 
want to be my boyfriend. That really shook him up. He blushed and said he 
didn't have a girl. I leaned over and kissed him quickly and that must've 
shown him I meant business. He put his arm around me and pulled me back. We 
kissed, and I pushed my tongue between his lips. He giggled, and then we 
tried it again. My hand went down between his legs and I felt that thing of 
his. It was beginning to get hard and it was much bigger than the first boy 
I'd had. He took my hand away. He seemed real embarrassed. 'What's the 
matter?' I asked. 'Can't I play with your dick?' He flushed real red and 
said he was shy because it was so big, bigger than the other boys' and they 
used to laugh at him in the locker room. That really made me curious. I told 
him he shouldn't feel that way, because a girl-likes a big cock. I kissed 
him again and as we were kissing, I let my hand down to his pants and 
unzipped him quickly. I put my hand inside and felt his thing there. I 
grabbed it and pulled it out. My hand almost couldn't get around it, it was 
so thick, and the head was big, flat and wider than the rest of it. He was 
circumcised, so the head was there, in full view, and it was beautiful. I 
couldn't stop myself. I lowered my head and took it in my mouth. I could 
just close my lips over it, it was so thick. He was shaking like crazy, and 
I just went on, sucking, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. My 
hand went down and felt his balls, which were like two little Ping-Pong 
balls they were so big. At last they felt like it back then. You get the 
picture, huh? I sucked on him without ever taking my mouth off, and even 
though we were outside, where someone might have come up the alley and 
caught us, I didn't care. It was just so wonderful to find a new prick that 
was so beautiful, I kept on. It must've been too much for him, because he 
suddenly gasped and his shaft shuddered and then I tasted come, lots of it, 
loads of it, shooting into my mouth. 

"He went on and on like he hadn't shot in ages, and then slowly he started 
going soft. I kept it in even afterwards, not licking, because I remembered 
what the other kid had told me about a guy's cock being sensitive after 
shooting. I just let it lie in my mouth, and slowly it went down and slipped 
out. He put it back in his pants and zipped himself up. He bent over and 
kissed me quickly. "That was nice,' he said. 'We must do it again.' I was 
thrilled. 'When?' I asked. But he got up and started walking away. 
'Sometime,' he called out, and then he was gone. I saw him at school the 
next day, and he grinned at me, real sheepish, and blushed. I guess I 
must've scared him off, because he didn't talk to me much after that, except 
one day when he came home with me again and I sucked him off. This time he 
played with my tits, but he never tried to touch my cunt. 

"That really started me off. I thought about cock every day, and in the bath 
at night I'd play with my cunt and think about all the cock I could suck, 
and even have pushed into my twat, although I wasn't too interested in that. 
I liked to feel it in my mouth. It was only after I'd had my first lay that 
I got to liking it down there. 

"I forget how old I was when that happened, maybe fifteen or sixteen. 
There've been so many guys I forget. But I do remember the first guy who 
shoved it into me. His name was Ralph, and he was on the football team. Real 
big, muscular, and with a build that wouldn't quit, including his cock. 

"My tits had grown real big by this time. The other girls had been making 
remarks about me, calling me Marilyn Monroe. They'd say I should go over to 
Miami and be a movie star. You know they shoot a lot of movies in Miami, and 
the girls said anyone with big tits can be a movie star. I wasn't very 
interested, though. The only thing that really interests me is men, and back 
then there was my football player who, I knew, wanted to fuck me. He'd said 
so, but we just hadn't got around to it until one day I knew that mother and 
dad would be away in the afternoon, and Merle had gone to stay at a 
neighbor's, which left the house open. I told Ralph to stop by after 
football practice. He asked me what for, and I told him so we could be 
alone. His eyes really lit up then, and he said he'd skip practice and come 
early. I told him to come after practice, otherwise people might wonder why 
he didn't turn up. 

"So anyway, he came around five o'clock, which was later than I thought he 
would. I knew the folks'd be home around six, so I decided I didn't want to 
waste any time. I knew what I wanted, and the minute he walked in, I let him 
know it. I grabbed him around the waist and hugged him. I pressed my hips 
against him and felt that old hard lump between his legs. He bent down and 
kissed me, real passionate like, and I felt his cock get hard and push out. 
I took his hand and led him into my room. 'Come on, get undressed,' I said 
to him. 'We only got about a half hour.' 

"He laughed and called me a horny little bitch, but he got undressed. In a 
few minutes we were both naked, and I lay down on my bed, my legs apart like 
I knew you were supposed to. He walked over, his big body looking like a 
picture in those muscle magazines, and his cock sticking out, big, thick, 
and oozing lube at the end. Oh, what a lovely big dick he had. I took his 
organ in my hand and played with it as he lay down beside me. He put his 
hands on my tits and started squeezing them. He bent down and closed his 
lips over my nipples, going from one to the other, sucking till the ends got 
hard as nuts. 'Wow, you got great tits,' he said, and then he slid down 
across my stomach and pushed his mouth into my snatch. That was the first 
time any guy had gone down on me, and I almost came right then, it felt so 
good. I could feel his tongue pushing between my cunt lips, searching for my 
clitoris and licking across it, making it stand up and tingle and send 
shivers through my whole body. It was the most wonderful sensation I'd ever 
had. I was so excited I almost let go of his cock, but I hung on. I loved 
that shaft in my hand, feeling it jerk and throb each time I rubbed it up 
and down. I scooted around and we lay in a sixty-nine position. My lips 
closed around his dick and I began sucking him like a big hot lollipop. His 
mouth was slobbering all over my snatch, licking inside, outside, around my 
cunt hair, on my legs, everywhere. He was real hot. 

"I thought I'd go out of my mind. I wanted that cock right then, buried in 
my vagina, sliding in and out and making me feel good. I knew this would be 
the ultimate, the most of everything for me. 'Fuck me, fuck me,' I 
whispered, and he lifted off my crotch and then his body was slamming on top 
of me, his chest rubbing across my tits, his hair there exciting my breasts 
even more, rubbing across the nipples. I felt his prick pushing between my 
legs, pressing in, searching for my hole. His hands were on my shoulders, 
and his mouth covered mine, kissing me, his tongue going wild inside my 
mouth. Then I felt the head of his prick touch my cunt lips and push between 
them. I lifted my hips and spread my legs wide open and he lunged forward. I 
felt that thick long shaft slide in and then stop, and a sharp pain dug 
through me. I didn't think it would hurt. Maybe he was too big, but then I 
knew that wasn't so. I'd had cocks in my mouth before that were much bigger. 
He kept on pushing, real hard, and then he stopped and looked at me. 'You 
cherry?' he asked. I told him he was the first, and he cussed, and said, 
he'd never have done it if he'd known that. But all the time, my hips were 
gripping him, and my cunt lips enclosing his rod, making him push and pull, 
and I told him to keep going, to push in. He said it hurt the end of his 
dick. I told him to try, to push easy. Well, he was real excited and he went 
on, even though it must've hurt him a little, too. 

"There was a funny tearing feeling inside me, and I cried out, and then he 
slid in all the way. Once he was in, this wonderful, sensational feeling 
flooded through me. 'Fuck me, fuck me!' I cried out, and he began, pumping 
his ass up and down, driving that rod in and out so fast it made my head 
swim. 'Good pussy, good pussy,' he kept saying, kissing my shoulders, my 
mouth, my tits, everywhere he could, while he kept that thing of his ramming 
in and out of me, faster and faster, and my hips were twisting, gripping his 
shaft as it slid into me, giving me the greatest thrill I'd ever had. 'Lift 
your legs up,' he said, and I did, but it was hard holding them there, so I 
wrapped them round his waist and held on, my feet locked behind him, our 
bodies rocking together, his cock feeling like it was getting bigger and 
bigger with each jab into my belly. Oh, I felt it way up there, and it felt 
great sliding in between my cunt lips, past my clitoris, which was throbbing 
and tingling with all the action. We were both so excited by this time, it 
couldn't last long. He started moaning and then he cried out, 'I'm there, 
I'm coming!' and he jammed it in and held it there. I felt it throb and 
something wet and warm spurted into my cunt and oozed out of my slit and 
between my legs. At the same time, I thought my insides were breaking apart 
from the quiver that shook me, and I had my first real big climax with a 
cock inside me. I cried out and then he lay still, on top of me, and I 
lowered my legs. We lay still, breathing heavy and deep, and staring at each 
other. He smiled and kissed me, gentle like; then he got up, his cock 
pulling out of me with a plop. He stood there, and looked down at it. I 
stared down at it. I stared down at my crotch and saw the blood there, not 
much, but enough. 

" 'Jeez, I bust a cherry,' he said. 'But it was great.' He handled his prick 
and it was all red, tender, and swollen. 'You just about wrecked him,' he 
told me, holding his cock out to me. 'He's sore as a boil right now.' 

"I leaned forward and kissed it, licking the end. "There, I'll kiss it 
better,' I said, but he moved away. "You're a horny bitch all right,' he 
said, 'Next time it won't be that way. We'll take our time.' That really 
thrilled me, knowing that he wanted to come back for more. He got dressed, 
and I did, too, and he left. 

"I took the sheet off my bed and put it into the washer before the folks got 
home. I didn't want them getting any ideas about what I'd done. Actually, I 
wasn't feeling sore anymore. The first time it went in, it hurt, but as he 
started pumping me, I felt so good I forgot about the pain. And afterwards, 
I felt wonderful. I felt I was a real woman at last. I had been fucked by a 
man. I'd lost my cherry. I made up my bed again and lay down, thinking about 
what had happened. Although it had been great, I still felt that I preferred 
sucking a guy off. I mean, I still got my kicks, but without all that 
huffing and puffing and work. I think it was then I decided that I'd still 
fuck when I felt like it, but I'd concentrate more on sucking. 

"I guess it was the sucking bit that made me get with Merle one night. She 
was growing up herself, and she was just as curious about things as I was, 
though I knew she wasn't as experienced. She'd been out with a few guys, but 
I knew nothing had happened. Merle used to tell me everything. She and I are 
real close, especially now after we'd been having sex together. I think 
maybe she'll be a dyke when she grows up. She really digs pussy and doesn't 
talk too much about cock like I do. 

"Anyway, one night Merle came over to my bed and asked me to look at her 
cunt. It was sore, she said. She spread her legs and I pulled her lips open. 
It was kinda red, and there was a little scratch there. She told me she'd 
been sliding down some branches on a tree. I figured she'd got a splinter 
and that was making it sore. Her little pussy looked so good that I bent 
down and kissed it for her. She wriggled and laughed and said how good it 
felt. I tongued her, and that's what started it. We took off all our clothes 
and lay down together, playing with our cunts. I started sucking on her. She 
held me, and licked me up and down, pushing her mouth into my snatch, and 
her hands were all over me, playing with my tits. She always admired my 
tits, because they were so much larger than hers. She said she hoped she had 
big tits when she got older. But anyway, she dug messing around, and I 
enjoyed it myself. I liked putting my mouth to anything between a person's 
legs, man or woman. 

"After that first night, Merle would often come to my bed and we'd suck each 
other. Although I prefer a man's cock, I'm not against a girl's twat. I 
guess I'm just a horny broad, like Ralph called me. 

"It was one night when Merle and I were together that daddy came in and 
caught us. He didn't say much that first night, but the next day he talked 
to us both, and I had to laugh afterwards. He was so embarrassed. I had a 
feeling, though. There was something about the way he spoke to us, made me 
feel he wanted to watch, or join in or something. You know how you can sense 
things. I can. I was also kinda curious about my dad. I remembered seeing 
him in the bathroom once or twice without his clothes, and he had a nice 
long cock. It was bigger than any guy I'd been with, and the idea of being 
with a grown man with a dick as big as that really turned me on. The next 
few nights I thought a lot about daddy. So when he came in again and caught 
Merle and me together, I knew mother wouldn't bother us 'cos she was away 
for the night. I just reached out and touched daddy's cock which was already 
half hard. I could see it sticking out of his pajamas. Merle giggled and 
daddy just stood there, looking down at me. 'You shouldn't do that,' he 
said, but he didn't try to move or anything. 'I like it,' I told him. 'Come 
and lie down. I want to see more of it.' I pulled him over to the bed, and 
by this time, I could feel his rod was almost completely hard. And it was 
big, wow, was it big! 

"Merle was at the end of the bed, giggling and with her hand between her 
legs, playing with her twat. Daddy lay down and spread his legs, and I went 
down on him. His cock was sticking out from his pajamas, hard and shiny and 
looking just great. I told him to pull his pajama pants right down, and he 
did. There was his crotch, all hairy, with that thing sticking out and his 
big balls beneath. Oh, I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I 
reached down and started feeling him, pulling his skin down and back up, 
squeezing the lube out of his slit. He has a real big slit, and I closed my 
lips over the top and went at it. 

"That was the start of it all. like I told you, that first time was the 
greatest, but then daddy came back again and again, and every time it was 
better. Merle never did join in. She just liked to watch, and besides, I 
think daddy thought she was too young anyway. Then that one night he asked 
me if I'd had it up my snatch yet, and I told him, sure, did he want to fuck 
me there, too? He said sure he did, so I rolled over and he began licking me 
all over. He started at my feet, went up each leg, licking the skin until he 
got to my crotch, then down again. Oh, that tongue of his! He lifted my ass 
up then, and for the first time I had someone rim me. Jeez, I never dreamed 
it could be so good. He pulled my ass cheeks open with his hands and his 
mouth went down, just like he did on my cunt, only this time he sucked my 
ass-hole. 

"He stuck his tongue in and worked it round, pushing it in and his one hand 
touched my cunt and went inside, feeling my clitoris, and working me up 
there. My whole body was on fire, from top to bottom, like electric shocks 
shooting out of every nerve. I was moaning and crying out, 'Fuck me, fuck 
me!' and that's when he lowered himself on top, and pushed that big dick 
between my legs all the way into my cunt. He was bigger than Ralph, bigger 
than any other guy I'd had. I watched as my twat was squeezed open, the lips 
pushed aside as they grabbed that shaft that was sliding in. I thought I'd 
split open, he was so big, and so long. As he went in, I felt my whole 
insides turn over and then he was home, all the way, and his balls were 
swinging against my ass. 'How's that feel?' he asked, and I told him it was 
all right, it was great. He started humping me then, slowly, in and out, and 
we all watched, staring as that rod of his entered me, withdrew slowly, then 
went back in again, and every time I thought I'd die it felt so good. He 
really went at it easy, which I like. I hate these studs who ram it in, 
wham-bang, and it's over. I like something good to last, and daddy's prick 
that night was the best thing I'd ever dreamed of. Big, thick, long, smooth, 
and hard as a poker, and it was pushing into me, bringing sensations to the 
deepest part of my cunt, that part way inside that fingers or tongues can't 
get to, only a long cock can reach. 

"Daddy started moaning and I knew he was getting there, ready to pop his 
nuts into me, and he knew it, too. He suddenly pulled it all the way out. It 
hung there between my legs, swaying and glistening in the light. 'I don't 
want to knock you up,' he said. 'Let me come in your ass.' I'd never had 
anything that big up my ass before, but I was ready and in the mood to try 
it I didn't say anything, I was so hot myself, almost there. I just lifted 
my ass and he rammed forward. I felt the end against my anus, like some big 
hard lump that was trying to get in, but couldn't. He pulled back and bent 
down, spat on my anus and then came forward again. I felt the slickness of 
his spit rubbing around as his head tried to go in. 'Relax,' he said. 'Take 
it easy.' I tried to, and then I felt the end of it enter. I gasped, 'cos it 
hurt, but I didn't care. I wanted his prick up my ass so bad right then. 
'Push,' I said, and he did, and then, with a sudden rush, it was all in. I 
knew it was tighter than my pussy, and the extra pressure must've done the 
trick. He moaned and I felt his shaft flex, thicken, and then tremble as he 
shot into me, load after load. I cried out, and quickly he put his hand in 
my cunt, and his fingers started rubbing, tweaking my clitoris and massaging 
me as far in as he could. I felt my own climax coming, and I pushed up with 
my hips, trying to open myself more to his fingers which were making me feel 
so great. Then, with a cry, I felt myself coming, my whole insides twisting 
and turning, and my juices flowed, spilling down my snatch and dripping out 
over his hand between my legs. My ass-hole really nipped his prick, which I 
could tell was going down, getting soft, and slowly sliding out of me. He 
pulled his hand away and then his cock popped out of me, and he lay back, 
gasping. 'Oh, that was great, the greatest,' he said, then leaned over and 
kissed me. 

"He lay there for a while and then he went to the bathroom and I heard the 
shower running. He came back in and sat down on the bed. He talked to me, 
and to Merle, telling us both to keep this little secret and we'd be able to 
have lots more fun together, as long as we kept it to ourselves. We 
promised, and then he went back to his room. Merle lay next to me, talking. 
She said that she wouldn't tell as long as she got more sex from me in the 
future. I told her not to be silly, that we'd always do things together, 
because I liked that as much as she did. I was feeling a little sore myself, 
especially in my ass. Daddy's cock was real big, and so I went to the 
bathroom and sat in a hot tub for a while. I felt better and then went to 
bed and slept real good. 

"After that, I started fucking around real good outside the house. I mean, 
I'd got me several boyfriends who used to come by now and then, and 
sometimes after school I'd go to their houses. I used to suck them off. Once 
I did three of them together, all at the same time. One fucked me in the 
ass, one in front, and one in my mouth. It was wild, a real orgy. 

"In between times, Merle and I'd play around before we went to bed. Not 
every night, only now and then, when we felt like it. Trouble is, I always 
feel like it. And I like cocksucking the best of all. Daddy came in a few 
times after that, but there wasn't always the chance. Mother didn't spend 
too much time away from the house, and he sure as hell wasn't going to run 
the risk of being caught. 

"That's why I was so pissed when I got knocked up. I thought I'd taken all 
the precautions. I wasn't taking the pill, but I usually had a guy use a 
rubber or pull out, or I'd take a douche, you know. But I guess I screwed 
up, because when I missed my period, I knew something was wrong. When I was 
sure, I went and told mother, and she started questioning me. You know how 
mother is. 

She acts up like a goddamn judge and jury, and anything to do with sex she 
thinks it so sinful. It's that church she goes to, they're real up tight 
over that. I knew, because Merle and I used to hear her and daddy arguing in 
their room. Daddy wanted her to go down on him, and she wouldn't. She said 
she was no whore, and only whores did that. I knew damn well if mother put 
out more to daddy, he would probably never have started messing around with 
me and Merle. I honestly didn't mean to let on about daddy, but it kinda 
slipped out. Mother was out of her mind. I thought she'd drop in a faint. 
Daddy denied it, but then Merle told her it was true, and then she really 
threw a bitch fit. I thought she would shit right there in the middle of the 
living room. I didn't think it was so bad. Hell, lots of girls I know fuck 
around a lot more than I do. Even mother did when she was young, because I 
heard daddy talking to her later, saying that they used to do it, and they 
had to get married because she was pregnant with me at the time. So she 
wasn't no pure virgin herself, even though she tries to be so goddamn high 
and mighty now. I know one thing: when I get married, I'll be able to give 
my husband everything he needs to stay home, and not go out lookin' for a 
piece of tail somewhere else. And I still say there's nothin' wrong in 
finding out, and sucking cock if you want to. I ain't gonna quit now, 
either, just because of this. My boyfriend says he wants to marry me, so 
what's wrong? It won't be any different from when mother married my dad. If 
it was all right when she was my age, then she shouldn't try to tell me I've 
done wrong." 

Despite her extreme experience with sex, Sally possessed a rather practical 
attitude toward her own condition and her future life. The psychiatrist felt 
that she would possibly settle down to a satisfactory marriage with her 
boyfriend. There was, however, the matter of Sam, whose incestuous affair 
was of greater concern to the psychiatrist. 

Sam and Martha attended several sessions, at which the matter was discussed. 
Sam confessed that as a youth he had many times witnessed his own father 
having intercourse with his older sister. Living in the country, with the 
legendary attitudes of the hill people, Sam had grown up in an atmosphere 
where little thought was given to occasional sex relations with close 
relatives. 

Sam related his early experiences that included mutual masturbation with 
other boys, as well as intercourse with a sheep and a cow in the barn. All 
manner of liaisons had given him not only a well-developed sex organ, but a 
highly flexible outlook toward the matter of satisfying his lusts. To him, 
his sex urge was strong, basic, and something to be indulged whenever 
possible. He had no qualms of conscience over his activities, and he said 
when he started going with Martha he had looked on her as just another girl. 
When she became pregnant, he agreed to marry her, and slowly his deeper 
feelings for her developed as they lived together and raised their family. 

He admitted that he enjoyed oral intercourse most of all, and that this had 
been a great stumbling block to his complete acceptance of Martha as his 
ideal mate, the one to whom he could be faithful and from whom he could 
receive all the satisfaction he craved. 

Martha broke down and said that she had fought her inhibitions, but she 
could never bring herself to fellate her husband, or any other man for that 
matter. Her early religious upbringing and her close adherence to her church 
were the barrier to her letting go completely and indulging her own and 
Sam's sex desires to the utmost. To her, sex was for procreation of 
children; if none were forthcoming following intercourse, then it was the 
Lord's will, and it would still be sinful to do anything with a man that 
could not result in children. 

The psychiatrist asked her whether, apart from her feelings of shame and 
sin, she had the urge, the carnal desire to fellate a man. He stressed that 
honesty with herself was the only way to find a solution to her marital 
situation. Martha finally admitted that she had thought about it, had 
wondered what it would be like, and had wished to try it, but had never been 
able to bring herself to complete the act. 

She was advised to continue meeting with Sam and the psychiatrist, who 
realized that the basic problem lay in her, rather than in Sam or the 
children. Gradually, over a long period of therapy, Martha was able to 
separate her religious feelings from her sexual desires, and many months 
later, she was able to fellate Sam for the first time in their relationship. 
By this time, Sally had married and moved away from home. The episode of 
Sam's incest with his daughter had faded beneath the concentration of 
repairing the rift in the marriage. With his wife's overcoming her aversion 
to oral intercourse, Sam found renewed love and excitement in his marriage. 
Martha herself experienced a new closeness, a freedom from inhibitions that 
she found uplifting and rewarding, both in her relationship with Sam and in 
her outlook toward life in general. She became more secure in her marriage 
and her life, and Sam's own attitude improved in his acceptance of her. 

In Reason and Emotion, John MacMurray states that emotional insecurity is 
the criterion for the value of sexual relations. Based upon this premise, it 
can be concluded that the resolving of Sam and Martha's sexual conflict 
resulted in a more satisfying and lasting union between them. 

THREE LITTLE SISTER GROWS UP 

"I think it was Johnny who was the first. I mean, they'd all bin sniffing 
around me ever since I first started wearing the rag. I remember even pa 
used to make remarks about me bein' old enough for fucking. Ma used to get 
real mad when he talked like that, but he only did it when he'd bin 
drinking. Yes, I reckon it was Johnny, who was the oldest of them. I guess 
he was 'bout fourteen or fifteen when he came to me one day in my room. I'd 
got home from school and was doin' my homework. No one else was home, and 
Johnny came into my room with his dick sticking out of his pants, real hard. 
I didn't look up till he was right next to me, and he said, 'Here, I got 
something for you.' I looked up from my books and saw this big thing 
sticking out of his pants. It was the first time I'd seen a guy's prick like 
that. I'd seen them all soft when we were younger, but seeing it right in 
front of me, hard and shiny and with that clear stuff oozing out of the end, 
got me real scared. I told him to get out of my room, but he grabbed me, 
pushed me down on the bed, and climbed on my stomach. He was bigger and 
stronger and I didn't have a chance. I was lyin' on my back, with that big 
red thing inches from my mouth. 'Suck it,' he said. 'It tastes real good.' I 
kept my mouth closed real tight, and he put his hand forward and started 
rubbing the end of his cock across my lips. 'Go on, go on,' he said. 'You 
gotta find out sometime. You may well find out from me. I'm real clean, not 
like some guys you can go with.' He saw I wasn't gonna do it, so he took one 
hand and reached behind him, pushing his fingers up my leg until he reached 
my snatch. I knew by this time how good it felt to play around there; I used 
to do it myself when I was in the bathtub, or alone in bed at night. When 
Johnny's fingers pushed between my cunt lips and started tickling me there, 
my whole body started feelin' good and groovy and I sorta relaxed. 'You suck 
it,' he said again, 'or I'll fuck you between the legs like I should 
anyway.' That made me scared, 'cos ma had told me never to let a guy do that 
or I might have a baby. 

"I couldn't keep my mouth jammed shut forever, and the minute I relaxed, he 
pushed the end of his rod inside. I could taste that salty flavor of that 
stuff on the end, and his flesh had a funny taste that really turned me on. 
Much as I was still scared and shaking, I guess I was shaking more from the 
excitement of what his fingers were doin' to my cunt, feelin' inside, 
playing around and rubbing that little nub of my clitoris. So when his cock 
slid into my mouth, and I tasted it for the first time, I sorta started 
sucking it. Johnny pushed it in further and I felt the head jam into my 
throat, and he groaned. "That's great,' he said. 'Keep suckin', little 
sister.' He started moving his hips, pulling that thing in and out of my 
mouth while my lips held the shaft. He had a lot of skin around it and every 
time he pulled it back out, the skin'd slip over the end, and I rubbed my 
tongue across the end, feelin' those folds there, and he'd jump. I figured 
that made him feel good, but I was still kinda afraid of everything, and 
didn't think too much about what was happening. I just did it. 'Bite it 
easy,' he said to me. 'Bite the end.' He held it so the head was just inside 
my lips, and I closed my teeth around it, grabbing it behind the head and 
licking across his cock slit. I pushed my tongue up between his head and his 
skin, rolling it around and feeling it jerk and get real tight like it was 
ready to burst. 

"His hand came down and opened his pants up all the way and he grabbed his 
balls, pulling them down so his skin was stretched back away from his head. 
'Hold it like this,' he said to me. 

"I reached around and took his balls in my hand. What a feeling that was! 
His balls were real big, not much hair on them, and a real handful. I pulled 
them down. 'Take it easy,' he said, jumping. 'Gentle now.' I eased up and 
pulled again, watching the skin slide back down his shaft and reveal that 
big, glistening head in front of me. 

It was wide and flat, and fitted real good in my mouth. Lookin' back now, I 
guess Johnny was big for his age, but what a lovely cock he had. No big 
veins like some guys have, not too thick. Just white, smooth, and made for 
suckin'. I can say that now, but back then, it was something scary and even 
though I was aroused and interested, I couldn't really enjoy it completely 
'cos I thought someone might come in and catch us. I dunno. It was also the 
fact that Johnny had forced himself on me, and I didn't like that. Anyway, I 
was suckin' his cock and he was grooving on it like crazy, and he did have 
his fingers in my twat, so I was feelin' pretty groovy myself. 

"He told me to suck around the head again, and I did that, clamping my mouth 
hard around it and letting my teeth hold it in while my tongue went to town. 
Back and forth it went, and I could feel it slippin' into that slit, which 
was kinda wide and still oozing that stuff. He was moaning real good and 
tellin' me how great it felt and how good I was at suckin' cock and all that 
shit. I guess Johnny's girl didn't do as good as I did. I've bin told ever 
since then I was a groovy cocksucker. Hell, why not? I've grown to like it. 

"But that day was my first time, and even then, I reckon, I did all right 
from the way Johnny was carry in' on. My bed was rocking like crazy from the 
action. He was humping himself, fingering my twat, and pulling and pushing 
his rod so it slid in and out my mouth, faster and faster. Till that day 

I didn't know about a guy coming, but I learned. Johnny got to movin' faster 
and faster. 'Harder, harder,' he kept saying, so I closed my lips over his 
prick as hard as I could, and rubbed my tongue against his shaft. I even let 
my teeth close over it now and then. Then it started jerking, and it seemed 
to get stiffer and thicker, and then I tasted that stuff, loads of it, as he 
shot into my mouth while he gave a loud cry. 'I'm coming, I'm coming!' he 
shouted, and rammed it all the way in, over my tongue and as far into my 
throat as he could. I felt it throbbing there in me, and tasted his come. I 
gulped and swallowed and then he pulled it out. 

" 'Jeez, that was great,' he said. He had taken his hand out of my cunt, and 
he sat there, staring at me. His cock was hanging from his pants, getting 
soft. He lifted it up and squeezed it. A drop of come came out the end, so 
he pushed it forward. 'Last drop,' he said, and I licked it off, 'cos I 
guessed that's what I was s'posed to do. He climbed off the bed and zipped 
himself up. 'Wasn't that great?' he asked me, and I nodded, 'cos by then I 
wasn't scared anymore, I just felt good, and I didn't feel bad about what 
had happened. Johnny was my brother. No one had caught us and even though I 
didn't reach an orgasm myself, I had felt pretty good with him fingering my 
cunt. And there was something about the taste of his come that really turned 
me on. It still does. I guess that's what makes a good cocksucker, liking 
it. I know that after that it was easy. The next time with 

Johnny was really great, too." 

Cynthia W-was a young prostitute picked up by the authorities in Quebec. 
Only barely out of her teens, she was referred to a psychiatrist for help in 
rehabilitating her to society. 

Born in Bakersfield, California, Cynthia was one of four children, and grew 
up the only girl among three boys: Sammy, Curt, and John, the oldest, and 
the one responsible for Cynthia's developing a liking for oral sex at an 
early age and helping to push her into a life of loose morals and eventual 
degradation. 

Cynthia's parents, both from a working class background, did little to help 
their daughter's development into a mature, stable adult. Her mother, Ellie, 
had come from a farming community in Arizona, and had married fairly young, 
after getting pregnant herself. Her father, Jason, came from the migrant 
workers who moved up and down the California coastline, following the 
seasons for work in the fields. From an early age, Jason had discovered the 
pleasures of sex, and took his enjoyment whenever and however he could. He 
would probably have ended up with a dozen children had Ellie not suffered 
complications with Sammy, the youngest, making her unable to bear any more 
children. To Jason, this was a blessing in disguise, as he could indulge in 
intercourse with his wife indiscriminately without fear of any more children 
to support. His meager income was barely enough as it was to keep them fed 
and clothed. 

Being the only girl, Cynthia developed a special bond with her mother, who 
used to lecture her frequently on the evils of submitting to men. El-lie's 
own marriage was sufficient example to Cynthia, who had accidentally 
witnessed her parents having intercourse several times before she reached 
puberty. She had heard her brothers discussing it with great hilarity, but, 
remembering her mother's words, Cynthia developed her own private aversions 
to vaginal intercourse. When she reached puberty, she found the pleasures of 
masturbation, but until her brother Johnny forced her to fellate him, she 
was mentally against any form of contact with a man. 

Following her first experience, she grew to like oral sex and began 
indulging with her boyfriends, as well as, occasionally, with her brothers. 
Having been discovered one night by her father, she was forced to fellate 
him as well while her mother was asleep. 

The knowledge came to Ellie's ears during a drunken argument one night, and 
Ellie, always with a violent temper, told Cynthia that she was no daughter 
of hers and threw the girl out. 

Cynthia spent the night with a boyfriend, and never returned home. She ran 
away, hitchhiked to Denver, Chicago, and finally to Quebec, where she found 
many willing men among the sailors at the port. 

Teaming up with another young prostitute, Cynthia embarked on the profession 
that eventually brought her to the attention of the authorities. Her brazen 
attitude and careless manner toward her own future brought her to the office 
of a psychiatrist who finally got her entire story from her. As her story 
unfolded, it became obvious that the manner of her indoctrination into oral 
sex had been responsible for her slow descent to her final position. 
Obviously, the contributing factors to her downfall were her brothers and 
her father, who weakened her moral fiber. The hypocrisy of her home life was 
traumatic. Her parents had always stressed that she should be a "good girl," 
but their meaning was not so much in the area of morality, but in pleasing 
others. When Cynthia was introduced to oral sex, she realized it was a way 
to please her brothers, and, at the same time, herself. The glimmerings of 
neurosis were thereby nurtured into a fully-fledged preoccupation. 

Freud has stated that a neurotic patient would have relations not because he 
wanted them, but because of his desire to please the other party. Freud felt 
that sexual relations were less determined by an individual's real wishes 
and feeling than by a drive to satisfy some compulsive needs; in Cynthia's 
case, it was the need to please the individual she was with at the time, 
whether it was her brother, her father, or any other man she was having 
sexual relations with at the moment. 

This theory is borne out even more strongly by the generally accepted 
attitudes among prostitutes toward the sex they give in exchange for money: 
namely, that their emotional satisfaction comes not from their "customers" 
but from their lovers, often women. It is true that there is a high 
percentage of lesbians among prostitutes, but very often a prostitute will 
have a steady man, who is often her pimp, from whom she enjoys satisfaction. 
The act may be the same, but the individual and mental reaction is 
different, which certainly gives stress to the theory that sexual 
satisfaction is more mental than physical. 

This facet became obvious as Cynthia's story unfolded before the 
psychiatrist, with a slight difference : her admission of her enjoyment of 
oral sex in preference to vaginal intercourse (even though she indulged in 
all types) pointed to a neurosis that had started with her first experience. 

Her brother Johnny, although forcing himself on her, was a "safe" or 
acceptable partner. Having overcome her initial fear, Cynthia proceeded with 
further experimentation with boyfriends. Sex became not an outlet but a 
preoccupation. By the time Cynthia got into trouble, she had degenerated too 
far to recover without proper help. She considered her life acceptable. To 
recognize the fact that she needed help, she was told to recount her life, 
from the first time of sexual experience with her brother to the present 
day. In having to face the truth about her existence, she was able to obtain 
a truer perspective. Although antagonistic at first, she settled down and 
related her story. 

"Well, after that first time with Johnny, the second time came real easy. I 
mean, I wasn't scared of what to expect. I'd sucked a cock, and it was 
groovy. I still hadn't had one up my snatch, but I knew that'd be coming 
sooner or later, and I wasn't afraid. I figured if sucking cock was that 
easy, and that much fun, the rest'd come natural like. But I really dug the 
sucking bit. After Johnny left me that first time, I lay there, thinking 
about what had happened. I could still feel his shaft in my mouth and taste 
his come as it slid down my throat. The flavor of his flesh lingered. Oh, 
boy, did it linger. I stuck my fingers back up my crack where his had been, 
and gave myself a goin' over until I popped my cork. As I did, I pictured 
his prick in my mouth all over, and it made it really something else again. 
I went to bed that night wonderin' when I could do it again with him. 

"I didn't think then about goin' out with a boyfriend and doin' it. I 
figured keeping it in the family'd be best, at least then. And just because 
it was my brother, didn't make it any worse for me, it only made it better. 
I knew my brothers. They were close to me, and I knew they'd be easier than 
a stranger, who probably just wanted to fuck and that was all. Johnny was 
real gentle every time we did it. Having had him, I began wondering what the 
others were like, whether their cocks were hard and throbbing like his was. 
I especially wanted to find out about Curt, who was a year younger'n Johnny, 
but better built. Curt used to play football, and he had a real good build. 
I'd seen him once in the bathroom naked, and I remember his prick, soft, 
seemed to be as big as Johnny's was hard, and I figured Curt could probably 
give me more meat to chew on. He was circumcised, which made him different, 
too. I remembered that big red head on the end of that flopping thing, and 
my cunt got all warm and juicy just thinkin' of it. Sammy I didn't think 
about too much. He was only a year older'n me, and somehow he always seemed 
the baby of the family. But I sure thought a lot about Curt and Johnny. Next 
time Johnny came and asked me to do something for him, I asked him about 
Curt. He laughed and said if I wanted to suck Curt, he could bring him in. 
So he went and got Curt, and brought him in. The folks were out of the 
house, and Sammy was playin' over at a neighbor house, so everything was 
groovy. We could fuck up a storm. 

"This time Johnny said we should take off our clothes, it'd be better. So we 
did. When they stripped down, Johnny was already gettin' hard, but Curt, he 
was something else. His cock stood out, big, thick, and hard, and it sure 
was bigger'n Johnny's. I lay back on the bed, and they came over, one on 
each side, and started playing with my tits. Johnny began sucking on one, 
Curt on the other. I thought I'd go through the roof. Their hands were 
playing with my boobs, which were pretty big by then, and their fingers 
rubbing across the nipples, makin' them hard as marbles, and their tongues 
licking and sucking away. I reached down and grabbed their cocks, one in 
each hand. 

"I could tell which was which. Johnny had all that skin which made playin' 
with it real easy, rubbing it up and down the shaft. Curt's was thicker, so 
thick I could hardly close my fingers around it. I jerked it up and down and 
felt the sticky stuff coming out the end. I rubbed it across the head with 
my thumb, and made it all slippery, and then started squeezing it. I kept 
lookin' at them. Curt's body was more muscular, real broad shoulders and 
good muscles. I'm a body freak anyway, I dig good bodies the most. Johnny 
was more skinny, but he did have that beautiful dick which kinda made up for 
it. Not as big as Curt's, but beautiful. Curt had veins all down the side of 
his, and it looked like a real pile driver ready to ram home into me. And it 
wasn't long before he did. They both went on sucking my tits, then slid down 
over my stomach, and then they were at my crotch. 

"I'd never had anyone go down on me before. Johnny put his fingers there and 
pulled my cunt lips open wide, while Curt put his head down and stared into 
my crack. He whistled and made some remark, I don't remember, then started 
pushing his finger in, feeling all those juices that had started flowing the 
moment they started sucking on my tits. 

"Johnny told him to go on and eat me, and Curt bent down and I felt his 
mouth push through my hair and his tongue lick each side and then push 
inside deep, rubbing across my clitoris. I spread my legs even more, so's 
they could push in as far as they could. Curt might not've eaten pussy 
before, but he sure learned fast. His old tongue was lickin' away like he 
thought it'd melt before he ate it all. In, out, around, every whichaway, 
and with each touch of his tongue and his lips, my cunt twitched and I felt 
it way deep inside. It was better'n any finger-fucking I'd ever given 
myself, and all the while, I was lookin' at their bodies, their cocks 
pushing out from between their legs, jumping and jerking like they were 
ready to shoot off over the bed. Johnny seemed left out of the action, so he 
crawled up and pushed his cock toward my mouth. I told him to straddle my 
chest like he did the first time, and he did, lunging forward, burying his 
prick in my mouth, while Curt continued sucking my snatch. It was the 
wildest feeling I'd ever had. I almost came right then from excitement. 

"I felt Johnny's cock slide into me, tasted that wonderful rod of his once 
more, and this time there was no hesitation. He didn't even have to tell me 
what to do. I did it, remembering and doing what came naturally after that. 
I reached for his balls, and this time, without his pants gettin' in the 
way, it was more fun. I ran my fingers up his legs and grabbed his sac, real 
big and heavy with those balls. I ran my nails through his hair, grabbed the 
folds of flesh, and pulled down. His skin slid back down his long shaft and 
his red head popped out, slick, smooth, and ready to spurt its load into my 
mouth. I knew he was ready to go. He'd been trembling for a while, and when 
my hands touched his balls, I could feel the thickness of his rod goin' 
inside his body, up to his ass-hole. It stuck out, real hard and throbbing. 
He pushed it hard and it went down into my throat, and then I heard him moan 
and he said he was coming. A second later, a stream of hot come shot over my 
tongue, and more came, and more, till I had a real mouthful. I didn't 
swallow at first, but kept it, tasting it, lovin' that taste, and then, as 
his cock started going soft, it pulled back a little and I swallowed it all 
with a gulp. I bent forward, licking like crazy at that cock, still a little 
hard, but goin' soft each second. It still felt good soft. Even today, I'll 
suck on a cock, soft or hard, I don't care. I sure dig havin' a guy's dick 
in my mouth. It beats just about anything else you can name. 

"Anyway, I knew there was a bigger dick close by, and ready for action, so I 
let Johnny slip out and reached down for Curt, who was still eating my pussy 
like it was goin' out of style. 'Come on, let me have it,' I said, and he 
got up and crawled up, only this time I rolled on my side, as Curt, I knew, 
would be heavier than Johnny, and won't be liable to squash my tits flat. So 
I rolled to one side and took Curt's ass in my hands and pulled him to me. 
Oh, I'll never forget my fingers sinking into that firm, muscular ass and 
then that cock pushing between my lips and into my warm cavern where my 
tongue was waiting to lick and suck that big, broad red head and coax every 
bit of pleasure out of it. Curt moaned and started pumping his prick in and 
out of me. He was quicker'n Johnny had been, like he wanted to fuck quickly. 
I pulled up and told him to calm down. "There's lots of time,' I told him, 
but he pushed my head back down on his crotch, and told me to shut up. He 
knew what he was doing. Johnny laughed and said Curt was ready to pop his 
nuts. Johnny sat to one side, watching and playing with his cock. 

"I felt my fingers pressing into Curt's ass as he drove his cock in and out. 
I closed my jaws a little and let my teeth catch his head every time, 
holding it and licking his slit. Wow, what a slit he had, almost big enough 
to push the end of my tongue into. I rubbed it back and forth and closed my 
lips real hard on his shaft. It tasted even better'n Johnny's had, and there 
was more to suck on, that's for sure. He was thick as a goddamn ripe banana 
and twice as hard. He couldn't slide down as far as Johnny because he was 
too thick, but every time it banged against my throat, he gave a moan and 
said how great it felt. I couldn't tell him, but it sure felt good to me, 
having that massive tool working in and out of me. 

"My fingers slid down between his buttocks and I touched his ass-hole. I 
didn't mean to. He wriggled, and Johnny told me to push a finger up his ass. 
'He-likes that,' Johnny said, and I knew then they'd been fucking together 
before. I pushed my middle finger against his anus, and felt it twitch, 
relax, and then slide inside, all the way. I began rubbing around inside 
there. And Curt just about went out of his mind then. His hips pounded 
quicker'n before, and he was makin' little sounds in his throat, and inside 
him I could feel the hardness of his rod. I rubbed and massaged him in 
there, knowing that it was makin' him feel better. Then suddenly he raised 
up. 'Turn around,' he said, scooting around. Johnny laughed. 'He-likes to 
sixty-nine,' he said. I'd never heard about that before, but I learned fast. 
Curt's head went down on my pussy at the same time he pushed his cock back 
toward my mouth. I took it and put my hands back around his ass and pushed 
my finger back in. I felt his mouth close over my mound, and his tongue 
probe inside, touching my clitoris and sending chills through me. Something 
told me that I was gonna have the best climax ever, and that it'd come soon, 
like it did. 

"Johnny was giggling like crazy, and I felt his hands over my tits again, 
playing with them as Curt and I were doin' each other. Curt's cock was 
ramming faster and faster in and out my mouth, and I could feel him 
slobbering across my slit, mouthing my lips, my hair around my crotch; his 
tongue was pushing in and out, licking and sucking me. My whole twat seemed 
to be splitting open, getting bigger; more and more shivers were shooting 
through me every time Curt's tongue touched my flesh. 

"And all the time, I was servicing his cock, licking every inch of that 
thick log that kept pounding me like it'd never stop. I didn't want it to, 
either. I was lovin' every minute of it. 

"Then I felt my insides start to turn over. Honest. It felt like a truck was 
drivin' around inside my vagina; my whole body was goin' wild. I began 
moaning, and I could feel myself contract, and then my whole cunt seemed to 
flood and every nerve in my body to tingle. Curt must've known what was 
happening, because he rammed his cock deep into me. I almost gagged, with 
that big thing deep in my throat; then it seemed to burst and pour its load 
of hot come into me. On and on he shot, and then, with a moan, he went limp. 
I kept my mouth around his shaft, licking the end and running my tongue up 
the cord at the back, draining every last drop of that wonderful white 
liquid that tasted so good and made me feel like I was floating. It was like 
I was floating in a sea of come, my own and Curt's. My pussy felt like it 
was dripping out between my legs, and Curt's tongue was licking every last 
sweet-salty drop from it. I could feel his tongue goin' up and down, all the 
way around, almost to my ass-hole. Jeez, even after we'd both come, it was 
still groovy. 

"Curt moved away and sat up. 'That was the best ever,' he said. 'Where'd you 
learn to suck cock?' I looked at Johnny and we all laughed. Curt moved over 
and started playin' with my pussy again. 'That's eatin' stuff,' he said. 
'How "bout fucking?' I moved away, and he could see I didn't like that. 
'She's still cherry,' said Johnny. 'And don't you try with that fuckin' 
thing of yours.' I leaned over and touched Curt's prick. 'It's the biggest,' 
I said, 'and when I'm good 'n' ready, you can let me have it.' 'Up your 
pussy?' he said, real excited, and I nodded. 'Sure,' I told him. 'But right 
now I just aim to suck on him some more.' Johnny moved over and grabbed my 
boobs. 'Hell, I'm ready to go again,' he said, and sure enough, his cock was 
rigid, standing up like it had never gone to sleep after the first time I 
sucked it. Curt started playing with himself and said he could be hard again 
in two minutes flat. 'I can't do you both at the same time,' I said, and 
Curt laughed. 'The hell you can't,' he said. 'Johnny's girl did us once.' 

"Johnny told me that he and Curt would sit opposite each other, with their 
cocks touching, and I would stick my head down between their bodies and take 
both their cocks at once. 'It's real wild,' Curt said. 'Come on, let's do 
it.' I looked down at that lovely thick cock of his, still shiny from spit, 
come and more stuff oozing out of the end. 'You show me how you do it 
first,' I said. 

"Johnny sat on the bed, his legs wide apart, and Curt sat down over his 
thighs, putting his cock up against Johnny's. Curt put his arm around Johnny 
to hold himself up close. 'Okay,' he said. 'Now you put your head down 
between our stomachs and start sucking, both at once.' I didn't know if I 
could get both in my mouth, but I guess they just looked bigger than they 
were. I knelt down and put my head over the ends. Johnny had pulled his skin 
back and his head was flat up against Curt's; they looked like two big red 
cherries waiting to be eaten. I opened my mouth and went down, feeling them 
push together and squash into my mouth and push my lips apart wider than 
before. I put my tongue between the heads and licked. Curt moaned and put 
his other arm around Johnny. 

"Then I heard a funny sound and looked sideways. In the mirror above the 
dresser, I could see them kissing each other, just like boys and girls did. 
It was such a shock to me that I lifted off their cocks and asked them what 
they were doin', were they queer or something? I'd heard my dad talk about 
the queers, that they kissed like girls and all that. Johnny laughed, and 
said, hell, no, they weren't queer. They were fucking with me, and wasn't I 
a girl? I wanted to know why they were kissing then. Curt said when you 
fucked a girl in her twat, you kissed her, it was natural. So what was wrong 
with kissing his brother while I was sucking their cocks together? I guess I 
didn't have any answer, so I went on sucking them, and I could see in the 
mirror that they went on kissing, their arms around each other, their 
tongues in each other's mouths, licking their lips and all, just like they 
were lovers or something. Anyway, what the hell, I was getting my jollies 
taking them both at the same time, so why not? 

"I couldn't get their whole shafts in my mouth, just the heads, so I put my 
hands around the rest of their pricks and rubbed them up and down. Johnny's 
skin made it real easy, and I held them together, squeezing and rubbing 
while my mouth sucked the ends, licking across the top and between them. It 
was real wild. I felt them both try to buck, to hump their cocks into my 
mouth further. It was one helluva tight squeeze, but it was wonderful. The 
more I sucked, the more I tasted their juice oozing out, and I knew that my 
cunt was dripping with love stuff, and I could feel my clitoris twitching 
inside and my vagina shaking with excitement. Two cocks at once! Jeez, this 
was a treat I hadn't thought possible. 

"My body was trembling with excitement, and I could feel them shaking, too. 
Even though it was the second time for them both that day, they didn't have 
to go too long before they shot. I could tell from the way their cocks were 
throbbing, expanding, and getting thicker as my mouth went up and down over 
their heads. 

"I felt my head being squeezed between them as they put their arms around 
each other and held their bodies close. The sweat was pouring down their 
chests, trickling over my head, and my own body was dripping from every 
crevice and part of me, over my tits, between my legs, everywhere. We were 
all really going at it, hot 'n' heavy, and I found that if I squeezed my 
thighs together and rubbed, it made my twat feel real good, just like when 
Curt was sticking his tongue in between my cunt lips. I twisted and rubbed 
myself, feeling my own excitement building inside me. I wondered if I'd have 
another orgasm. I'd never had two in a row, and I wondered if it were 
possible. I also wondered what it'd be like to have both their cocks up my 
snatch at the same time. The thought made me even more excited. I felt 
myself quivering, and my mouth sucked harder. I pushed my hand underneath 
them and grabbed their balls, which were close together. What a thrill! Four 
balls in my hand at the same time. I squeezed them gently, played with them, 
and pulled them down, knowing from what Johnny had told me, that this made 
it feel better. My fingers pulled, my mouth sucked, and then, all of a 
sudden, I felt them clutch at each other real hard, almost squashing my head 
between them. They both moaned, and then I felt it come, both at the same 
time, loads and loads of come shooting into my mouth. I swallowed, again, 
again, and more kept coming. Both of them shot load after load, and my own 
body shook and trembled as I felt my climax inside. It was a tripleheader, 
and it was the wildest ever. 

"We then just lay back, panting, our eyes closed. It was really something, 
like we'd all been blasted out of our minds and bodies. I had never felt 
anything like it before, and I know they both were completely satisfied like 
never before. They told me so later. They said it was the best sex they'd 
ever had. I sure felt good, considering I'd not been doing that stuff for 
long. But we sure did it often after that. 

"Curt and Johnny used to come in whenever we had the chance. Often my folks 
were both out, and if Sammy was around, we'd send him off somewhere to make 
sure we wouldn't be disturbed. I think sometimes Sammy got the idea 
something was goin' on, but he never said a word. Would you believe, I never 
did go to bed with Sammy? Maybe I was just satisfied enough with Curt and 
Johnny. I know that between them I had more than enough cock. I could handle 
them one at a time, or together, it didn't matter. Curt's was thick and cut, 
Johnny's was longer and had all that skin I liked to play with. So what more 
could I want? 

"Curt was the real horny one, though. After we'd been messing around for 
about three or four weeks, he wanted to fuck me in the cunt. He said it'd be 
better if he did it than anyone else. He'd done it before lots of times, he 
said, and he knew how. He'd be gentle. I still held off, though. I told him 
I didn't want to get knocked up. He promised he'd use a rubber, but I still 
didn't feel I should. I was quite happy with the way things were. They'd 
suck me, and I'd suck them. That was more than enough sex for me back then. 

"Lookin' back, I guess I should've let Curt or Johnny break me in, 'cos it 
turned out a boy at school got to me before they did. I'd been going out 
with this kid. He was real nice, and we'd go to movies and all that stuff. 
I'd let him play with my boobs in the movie, and once or twice he put his 
hands up my dress and finger-fucked me. That was kinda groovy, especially 
while I was watching a real sexy love scene in the movie. Anyway, he got all 
hot for me, and one afternoon he walked me home from school and came in for 
a Coke. 

"We were sitting in the kitchen. No one was home, and he started getting 
fresh. I don't know why, but something said to me: Why not try it? We were 
alone, it would be all right. He even took out a rubber and showed it to me. 
He said he loved me, and all that shit. I felt his cock, and that's what 
convinced me. He had a real thick one, about like Curt's, and it felt so 
good. I hadn't sucked off Johnny or Curt in about two weeks, and I guess I 
was horny myself that day. By the time I said okay, his dick was hard as a 
rock and sticking through his pants like a telephone pole. I led him into my 
room, and because I was still a little afraid that someone might come in, I 
just lifted my dress and dropped my drawers. He took out his dick, and my 
eyes popped. It was real great, and before I could suck it, which I wanted 
to do, he'd slipped that rubber on and was climbing on. My cunt was wet and 
sticky by this time anyway, and I knew he'd slide home easy. Then I 
remembered ma sayin' something about all the blood when you lost your 
cherry, and I knew it'd be my ass up the creek if it got on the bed, so I 
got an old towel and put it down, put my ass on it, and let him get on. 

"I held my dress up and watched, 'cos I wanted to see what happened. He 
stuck that thing forward, and it looked kinda strange with the rubber on. He 
put it at my cunt lips and held it there. 'Go on, push it in,' I said, but 
he was kinda trembling himself by this time. I figured he wasn't as 
experienced as Curt or Johnny, but he knew what he was doin' once he got it 
in. That was later, though. He pushed it in, and I felt it slide in, touch 
my clitoris and then my body started shaking, it felt so good. Then it 
stuck, and wouldn't go in. I guess I froze up or something. 'Lay back,' he 
said. 'Relax.' I stretched back and spread my legs as wide as I could. He 
pushed, and then I felt something hurt, and he slid in all the way, with a 
real rush. He grabbed my shoulders and moaned, saying how wonderful it was. 
'Gee, it's tighter'n ass-holes,' he said, and then I knew what he'd bin 
fucking. 

"I hurt, but not too bad. I've heard from other girls that it doesn't always 
hurt bad. Some girls are harder'n others, I guess. Anyway, he started 
pounding it in and out, pushing that long thick thing right up into my cunt. 
I could feel it way up in my belly, and it felt like nothing before. I began 
moving my hips around, gripping his rod as it entered me and slid out 
slowly. He'd let it slide almost all the way out, and then he'd hold it 
there, twisting tt around. It felt so good that way, and then, wham! he'd 
jam it back in all the way until I thought my ass-hole would fly off. He 
fingered at my blouse, pulled it open, and then his lips were sucking my 
tits, his teeth biting my nipples until they were hard and standing up as 
hard as his dick. In and out he charged, like he had a train to catch, and 
then he rammed it all the way in and I could feel his thickness pulsate 
inside me and I knew he'd got there. I hardly felt anything, though, not 
near as much thrill as when Curt sucked me. I moved my hips, trying to keep 
that thing going, and slowly I felt myself respond, and then, with a rush, I 
came, too, feeling my vagina grip his tool, and even though it was starting 
to get soft, it was enough to set me off. But it sure took extra effort. Not 
near as easy as when someone eats me. That's why I dig someone's mouth 
rather'n their dick. 

"He slipped out, took off the rubber and rolled it in his handkerchief. I 
reached out and touched his prick, but he pulled away. 'Later,' he said. 
Then we both saw the blood on the towel, and he was real shook up. He didn't 
know I'd been cherry. 

" 'Now I'm gonna marry you,' he said. 'If you bust a cherry, you're supposed 
to marry.' 

"I told him that was a bunch of shit, and he was talkin' 'bout shotgun 
weddings and all that stuff. I told him we could screw again sometimes, but 
we never did. I think my havin' been cherry scared him off. We never even 
went out to a movie again. Maybe he was just after a piece of tail, and once 
he'd got it, he went lookin' for something new. I don't know. 

"Anyway, that was the first time I got fucked in the cunt. I couldn't wait 
to tell Curt and Johnny. They said now that I was broken in, they could take 
over and really show me how to do it properly. It was about a week later 
when we all got in the sack again, and this time Curt was rarin' to go. The 
moment we hit the bed, he was there, lying on his back, his big cock hard 
and standing up ready for action. 

" 'Climb on,' he said. 'Just lower your twat over it, and let it slide in.' 
I said I wanted to lie on my back and let them do it, but Curt insisted. He 
said it was better for us both the other way, that he could get in deeper, 
and I'd feel better, and all that crap. I found out later whey he wanted it 
that way, the little bastard. Anyway, I squatted over him and guided that 
cock into my cunt lips. He was bigger than the guy who'd broken me in, and I 
could feel it. The head pushed in, about an inch or two, and my old clit 
started twitching like crazy. I lowered myself slowly until I took that 
whole rod all the way, deep into me, and it was like I'd taken the 
Washington Monument up my snatch. But it felt good, and I started moving my 
hips, hunching, turning, and really grabbing his shaft with my pussy. He 
reached forward and started playing with my tits, tweaking them, pinching 
the nipples, and running his fingers all over my boobs, down my stomach, 
around me, everywhere. It was wonderful. I leaned forward, holding myself on 
my arms, and looked between my legs, watching his cock as it slid past my 
hair and into that dark red cavern down there where he was feeling good, and 
I sure as hell was, too. 

"All this time, Johnny had been lying on the bed next to us, watching us and 
playing with his dick. I had glanced over at him once or twice, 'cos I 
always liked to watch his dick, the way all that skin slid over the end of 
it as he jerked himself. But then, the more Curt and I got into it, I quit 
looking at Johnny. Then, suddenly, I felt his hands on my ass, and something 
jab me back there. I looked around and saw Johnny, kneeling behind me with 
his rod in his hand, about to guide it up my ass. I sat down real fast on 
Curt's cock, so my ass would be almost on the sheets. 

" 'You ain't gonna corn-hole me,' I told him, and he and Curt both laughed. 
Then Curt lifted his hips up, and me with them, and Johnny's hands held my 
ass up, and he moved forward. He spat on his hand, wet the end of his dick, 
and slipped it forward. 

"I felt it touch my anus and push forward. I cried out, but it was too late. 
The head entered, and a moment later he rammed it home. Jeez, I could feel 
it jam up against Curt's cock somewhere inside me, and the pressure did 
something to my twat. My vagina seemed to quiver and feel like nothing ever 
before, twice as good, three times as exciting. Then Johnny was goin' at it, 
pulling and pushing his prick, and as my ass-hole relaxed I got to feelin' 
pretty good back there. Meanwhile, Curt's cock was responding, fucking me 
like crazy, and with Johnny there, too, Curt must've got extra kicks, 'cos 
his cock seemed to get thicker, harder, and he gripped me real hard, his 
fingers digging into my skin, almost tearing my boobs off. I was feeling too 
good to tell him to stop. The three of us rocked together on the bed, each 
one of us caught up in the incredible sensations we were experiencing. It 
was the first time I'd ever had a dick up my ass, and at the same time as 
one up my twat yet. It was really something, and I felt like I was floating 
off that bed, resting on two massive cocks that were making me feel that 
nothing else in the world mattered. I didn't care that Johnny was just about 
ripping my ass in half, or that Curt's dick was stretching my cunt like 
never before. It all felt so great, so groovy. 

"They say you remember the first time you're fucked. Well, let me tell you, 
the actual first time for me wasn't near as good as that time with Curt and 
Johnny. That's the time I'll always remember, as far as fucking's concerned. 
Sucking's another matter. But they both gave me the best damn fuck I'd ever 
had, and I wanted it to go on and on and never stop. But they were both real 
excited, and Johnny told me later my ass was so tight he almost shot the 
minute he put it in, but he held off until it just got to be too much. Curt 
started moaning, and Johnny cried out he was there, and then we all shook 
and shivered and I felt Curt's rod jam all the way in and flood my cunt with 
his jism, gobs of it, until it ran down out my crack and between my legs, 
mixing with all of Johnny's that was being pumped out of my ass as he kept 
fucking even after he'd shot. I guess I came not just once but twice that 
day, with all the fucking I had. It all felt so good, I really don't 
remember or care. It was the most. 

"Curt got soft then and I felt him slip out; then Johnny pulled out, making 
a real loud sound as he withdrew, and we all laughed. My ass was tingling 
and I knew it was kinda sore, but it had been worth it. It had been one 
helluva fucking session. I wanted to be mad at Johnny, but I couldn't, it 
had all felt so good. 

"They wanted to do nothing but fuck after that, but I told them that that 
would be a special treat. Otherwise, I wanted to stick to sucking. That's 
what I really dug. 

"I guess things would've been real groovy for a long time if dad hadn't 
screwed things up. One afternoon, Curt and I were in the middle of a 
sixty-nine when dad came home unexpectedly. He came in and we were so busy 
we didn't hear him. He walked in to the bedroom and stood there, watching 
for a few minutes before he came over, and by this time he had a hard on. He 
said if that's what I did for Curt, maybe I should do it for him, too. Curt 
and I were scared shitless, but when I saw dad's hard on and heard what he 
said, I knew that he wanted some, too. He wasn't going to beat us up or 
whatever. Curt was so scared he lost his hard on in a few seconds. 

"Dad reached down and touched Curt's cock and then reached over and started 
playing with my twat. 

" 'You're not gonna hold out on your old man, are you?' he said. 

"I remember I looked at Curt and there was nothing we could do. Dad reached 
down, unzipped his pants, and his thing popped out. I felt kinda sorry for 
him. He was about the same size as Johnny, but that meant he was smaller'n 
Curt. Dad looked over at Curt, and I knew what he was thinking. "They come 
in all sizes,' he said 'but they all come.' 

"Then he started taking off his clothes. Dad has a nice build and all that, 
but his cock ain't much after someone like Curt. Curt and I were naked, of 
course, and when dad had taken all his things off, he climbed on the bed and 
told me to get with it. He had a real hard on by this time, and Curt was 
back again, standing up straight. Dad leaned over and started kissing my 
tits, biting them real hard. When he got near, I smelled his breath, and I 
knew he'd been drinking. No matter, I thought, if this is what he wants, 
he's gonna git it, one way or the other. 

"His head slid down over my stomach and to my mound, his lips licking all 
the way. Then his mouth touched my hairs, and his tongue slid in. If dad had 
a normal-size cock, his tongue made up for it. Jeez, it was like Curt's cock 
when it slid in, and what he did with it, I'll never know. It seemed to fill 
my whole cunt, push the lips aside as he delved inside, deep, rubbing my 
clitoris and pushing the flesh aside and licking every part of me in there. 

"He pulled me finally over on my side against himself. Curt crawled around 
and began kissing my backside. Then I felt Curt's tongue slide between my 
ass cheeks, and his hands pull them apart, and his mouth cover my anus. Then 
he began sucking my ass. I thought I'd go through the roof, especially the 
way dad was doing his thing with my cunt. That tongue of his sure knew what 
to do. 

"He kept that up for a while, and then he switched his body around so his 
cock and balls were flat against my face. 'Eat me, baby,' he said. 'Eat me 
good.' 

"I might've been disappointed when dad first took his thing out, but hard 
and excited, as it was by then, it looked pretty good to me. I pulled his 
skin back and exposed his head, which was long, thin, and bright red like a 
jelly bean. I closed my lips around it and felt it slide all the way in. It 
fit real good, not so thick as Curt's, not so wide as Johnny's, but just 
right to slide all the way over my tongue, into my throat, and sit there 
while I licked and sucked and let my tongue play up and down the shaft. My 
hands pulled his balls down, like I used to do with Johnny, and he moaned 
and I knew he was feelin' good. He began humping me then, and Curt was still 
sucking away on my ass. Then I felt Curt's mouth leave me, and a moment 
later his cock pressed up against my anus. Jeez, like I've said, Curt was 
bigger than anyone, and only Johnny had fucked my ass before. I didn't think 
Curt could get in me without ripping me in two. But my ass was wet, 
slippery, and relaxed from his sucking, and as he pushed, the end slid in. 
You ever had a broom handle up there? Well, Curt was like three broom 
handles tied together, and I just let him do it. I was too busy with dad's 
prick and feeling good the way dad's tongue was pushing in and out of my 
pussy. Curt moaned, then rammed all of his cock into me, and cried out. I 
knew he must've felt it, because I sure as hell did. 

"Curt went on fucking me, driving in and out, and I felt his prick way up 
inside me, just as dad's super-tongue was pushing my cunt lips open and 
digging deep, flicking across my clitoris, and going further in, giving me 
the best damn time I'd had in weeks. Right then, it didn't matter that it 
was my dad. I didn't even think that anyone would catch us. Or that Sammy 
might be watching. Or that ma might walk in. Nothing mattered but that 
wonderful tongue up my snatch and Curt's beautiful cock up my ass. And most 
of all, I had a nice, juicy dick in my mouth, just the right size, with lots 
of skin to nip with my teeth, a nice head to rub my tongue across and suck 
like an all-day sucker. We were all concentrating on getting the most out of 
it. like the first time with Johnny and Curt, I wanted it to go on and on 
and never stop. I'd always loved my dad, but I never thought he'd do 
anything like we were doing then. Maybe it made it feel all the better, 
knowing that it was my dad. I don't know. It was sex, and the kind I liked. 
I was glad he didn't want to fuck me, just let me suck him, 'cos that's what 
I wanted most. 

"I put my arms around dad's ass and felt the muscles there, flexing each 
time he pushed his cock into my mouth. I like firm asses, and dad had the 
firmest. I guess he got it from all that pickin' in the fields. I caressed 
the flesh, which was real smooth, and then slid my fingers down between his 
buttocks, feeling for his ass-hole. I'd learned by now how good it feels to 
have your cock sucked with a finger up your ass; Curt and Johnny had told me 
that. 

"I felt dad jump as I pushed my finger in, and then he moaned and his cock 
flexed in my mouth and I knew it was doing the trick. His head seemed to get 
thicker, like it was about to shoot, and inside his ass I felt that hard 
cord twitch as my finger went over it, rubbing and touching him. 

"I guess that really made him go over the edge, because a moment later, he 
rammed all the way in, almost down my throat, and I felt his cord jerk, and 
then he shot lots of come. I mean lots and lots of it, and it tasted real 
good, and he moaned and thrashed around on the bed. I felt his tongue push 
even deeper into my twat, and then my own body shook with my climax, and my 
insides turned, making my ass-hole grip Curt's cock even harder, like it 
would almost bite it off. Curt cried out, and I felt his cock shake as he 
unloaded his come deep into my ass-hole, pumping it in and out quicker and 
quicker until he collapsed and lay back, panting. 

"Dad leaned over, kissed me, and said that was the best blow job he'd ever 
had, and maybe we could do it again sometime. Hell, we did it lots of times 
after that. Every time dad got drunk, he'd try something. I didn't mind. I 
enjoyed it. But then one night he came home real plastered and got in an 
argument with mother. I guess he wanted a little, and she wasn't in the 
mood, and he must've said something about me, because ma came tearing into 
my room, screaming all sorts of things at me, calling me a whore and telling 
me to get my ass out of there before she killed me. Dad came in and tried to 
calm her down, but ma was really riled up. She made such a racket, Johnny 
and Curt came in, and even Sammy looked in the door, real scared. They'd 
never seen ma so mad. We started in, and I got pissed and left. Dad tried to 
keep me there, but I told them all to leave me alone. 

"It was only around midnight, and I knew this guy who worked at a drive-in. 
I went over there, then went home with him. I'd shacked with him a coupla 
times before, so he knew it would be all right. Anyway, I cut out and went 
to Denver where I really found out what I could do, what I liked to do, and 
how I could get paid for it. And you'd be surprised how many guys prefer a 
blow job to shacking up. Hell, as long as there's cock around, I'll have fun 
and make a buck as well. Why work forty hours a week and get seventy or 
eighty bucks? Hell, I can make that in two nights and have a ball." 

Cynthia's story convinced the psychiatrist that she needed supervised 
rehabilitation and she was sent to a private Canadian institution 
specializing in working with young girls, providing then with a trade, and 
offering group therapy to help them get back into a more constructive frame 
of mind with a more socially acceptable attitude. It was obvious that to 
have Cynthia returned to her family would not solve her particular problem 
as that was where her problem began initially. 

During her period of rehabilitation, Cynthia developed a liking for domestic 
work, especially cooking, and was given a course of instruction which 
resulted in her being placed upon her release with a hospital, working in 
the kitchen, preparing special meals for the patients. She became engrossed 
in her work, and settled down happily to a new life and a career that 
provided her with more rewards than before. 

As she made new contacts socially, and met a better class of men, she found 
her preference for oralism slowly fading beneath the maturing of her 
instincts. She began going steady with one of the orderlies at the hospital 
and finally married him and settled down to a happily adjusted domestic 
life. 

FOUR BROTHER FINDS OUT 

"I always wanted to know what they did up there on the roof, so that's why I 
followed Nancy one night when she and her boyfriend ran up the back stairs. 
They'd told my dad they were going to a movie, so when they didn't, I knew 
something was funny. I was in the hallway when I saw them leave the 
apartment, and instead of going to the elevator, they went to the stairs. I 
remembered overhearing Nancy talking to Joan, saying something about 'behind 
the chimney stack,' and then they giggled. I knew they were doing something 
they shouldn't, and I wanted to know what. I mean, I knew something about 
what girls did, but I'd never had any experiences myself. I've always been 
too shy anyway. 

"So I followed Nancy that night, and by the time I got to the stairs, I 
heard the door slam at the top. I crept up and carefully opened it just an 
inch or so, and peeked through. I didn't see them, so I slipped out onto the 
roof and tiptoed over to the chimney stack. I squatted down, and my heart 
was pounding so hard, I could hardly stop myself from shaking. I could hear 
Nancy's voice saying something, and her boyfriend was saying, 'Now, now,' 
and then she laughed softly. I looked around the edge, and over on the far 
side I could see them leaning up against the little wall that goes around 
the roof. Nancy was lying down and her boyfriend was lying next to her, and 
they were kissing. He had his hand on her chest and was feeling her tits. 
She had one hand between his legs. I guess she was playing with his cock. 

"I got real excited and found I was getting hard. I wanted to see more, so I 
moved around to the other side of the chimney stack. Now I could see them 
just about ten feet away, but I was to the back of them, and they would have 
to look behind them to see me. I figured they couldn't tell I was there, 
even though it was bright moonlight and, of course, there was also the glow 
from all the lights on the buildings. You know how New York is at night; it 
never gets completely dark. 

"I suddenly got an idea. There was a little platform next to the chimney 
with a ladder. I guess it was for the cleaners to get up there and inspect 
the stack. I tiptoed over, climbed up, and crawled over to the edge. This 
way I was about twelve feet above them, and I knew they would never think of 
anyone being up there. 

"I lay still and stared hard at their figures below me. By this time, Nancy 
had her boyfriend's pants undone and I could see her hand around his cock, 
which was hard and sticking up from between his legs. Then I heard her say, 
'Ron, it's gotten bigger,' and I knew then they'd been screwing around 
before. I always thought they had, just from the way they behaved when they 
were together. 

"Ron had her blouse open and he was playing with her tits. I gasped, and 
felt my own groin throb as my cock got hard, harder than it ever had been 
before. Nancy's tits were real big, round, and they shone in the moonlight 
like two lovely big grapefruit with little dark circles at the end. I 
reached down and started feeling myself. I couldn't help it. I was real 
excited. 

"Ron whispered something to her, and then she scooted down so that her head 
was down between his legs. She took his prick in both hands, squeezed it, 
and pulled the skin back. I could see that red head of his shining, and then 
her lips went down over it, and I heard Ron groan. 'Jeez, that's great, 
baby,' he said, and he spread his legs even wider and put his head back 
against the wall. Nancy pulled his pants open even more, and her one hand 
went down and grabbed his balls. 

"I was trembling. I never thought anyone's crotch could look so big. Ron 
sure was hung, with a big cock and a big sac, which Nancy was playing with, 
rolling his balls around while her mouth went up and down that stiff, thick 
thing. I touched my own prick and felt a little ashamed. It sure as hell 
wasn't as big as the one I was watching, and 

I'd always wanted a big cock, ever since I heard my dad talking once to a 
friend of his, laughing about people with small dicks. I'm not small, but 
then, I guess, you can never have a cock that's too big. And Ron's was just 
great, at least it looked that way to me. I could see that Nancy's mouth was 
stretched wide as she slid down, taking it all in, and I could picture that 
thing slipping over her tongue and banging into her throat. Even though no 
one had ever done that to me, I knew it must be the greatest feeling ever. 
Right then, I wanted Nancy to suck my dick, to make me feel as good as Ron 
was obviously feeling right then. He was leaning back, and he started moving 
his hips, pushing his organ in and out of her mouth while her hands played 
with the shaft and tickled his balls. 

"His hands came forward and touched her tits, which were hanging down in 
front of her as she bent over him. I could see clearly how his fingers 
rubbed her nipples and dug into that soft flesh, and I wanted to do that. I 
wanted to jump off that platform and join in. I wanted to have my sister 
suck my dick, and then I wanted to fuck her, to push my rod deep into her 
cunt and fuck all night long. My own prick was jerking. I could hardly stop 
myself from shaking all over. My hand went inside my pants, grabbed it and 
squeezed hard, making me feel as good as I knew Ron was feeling down there. 
I've never been so hot as I was then. 

"I could hear Ron moaning, and then he said, 'Harder, harder,' and I could 
see Nancy's hands grip his balls and pull on them; her cheeks sank in as she 
sucked harder, up and down on his shaft, licking him, holding her mouth 
around the end, and sucking his big, red head. I knew how good that felt, 
just around the top, and I rubbed my own cock round the end, imagining it 
was her tongue, thinking it was me down there and not Ron who was getting 
all that pleasure from her. I could feel myself starting to come, that great 
feeling deep inside, and once it started, nothing could stop it. I kept my 
eyes glued on the two bodies below me, and just as my cock erupted and shot 
all over my underpants, I saw Ron jerk, his hands grabbed Nancy's head and 
pushed her down. She made a little gagging sound, and then he cried out, 
'I'm coming, I'm coming!' His hips were going a mile a minute as they 
jerked, and I knew he was shooting into her mouth right then, just as I 
popped my nuts and felt my body tingle with that wonderful feeling. 

"After a few minutes, he lifted her head up off his crotch, and I saw his 
cock flop out of her mouth. It lay there, soft, against his leg, and even 
then it was still big and thick looking. Nancy bent down quickly and kissed 
it, and they laughed. It was all I could do not to jump down and join in, 
but even though I wanted to, I just didn't have the guts. I lay up there, 
playing with myself and watching them. She sucked him once more before they 
finally got up and left, and then, when I was sure they were down the 
stairs, I climbed down and went back to my room in the apartment. I took off 
my clothes and went to the bathroom and jacked off again, thinking still of 
what I had seen: my own sister sucking off her boyfriend. I decided then I 
would try to hide up there again whenever I knew they were going up there. I 
wanted to watch again, because it had been the most exciting thing I'd had 
seen happen in a long time." 

Sidney and Hilda B-lived in New York City in a large block of apartments in 
the West 80s. Sidney had come from a fairly well-to-do family in New Jersey, 
had met and married Hilda, and settled in Manhattan where he took over the 
management of his father's textile house. 

They had three children, Nancy, the oldest, Joan, and finally a son, Milton. 
Although Hilda wanted to move to the country, Sidney did not relish the idea 
of commuting. His interest in his work dominated his life, and the family 
routine revolved around Sidney, his schedule, and his constant preoccupation 
with business. 

By the time the children were in their teens, Sidney had reached the point 
of coming home merely to eat and sleep. His contact with his children was 
perfunctory, and the responsibility of raising them rested almost completely 
on Hilda's shoulders. 

A rather quiet and unassuming woman, Hilda did her best, but discipline was 
tenuous and Nancy and Joan romped into puberty with an ever-changing circle 
of boyfriends who matched the girls' burgeoning interest in sex. 

Milton, being the youngest, and the only boy, received more than the normal 
amount of motherly attention. His natural reserve and basic shyness were 
only supplemented by Hilda's overprotective attitude. When Milton should 
have been going to ball games with his father, he was more often closeted in 
his room with a book. As puberty raised its usual questions in the boy's 
mind, he found dubious answers in a variety of magazines; his father never 
took it upon himself to have a talk with him on the subject of sex. 

Milton was aware that the girls were the focal point of his mother's 
interest. Hilda, despite her protectiveness, was obviously waiting for the 
time when her daughters would snare a husband and there would be the 
traditional big wedding. Such thoughts in regard to Milton never crossed her 
mind. Hilda knew that her boy was shy; he was somewhat overpowered by the 
exuberance of his older sisters, who often made remarks about his 
underweight condition and his interest in books. Hilda would rebuke the 
girls, but in her heart she knew that Milton would never grow up like his 
father, who was a robust man, filled with self-confidence and unreserved in 
his manner. 

Milton met a girl when he was fifteen, and occasionally went with her to a 
movie. His inexperienced fumblings in the dark were rebuffed and did nothing 
to help his growing need to know more about sex. His sisters, three and four 
years older than he, made no pretense of their knowledge about boys. Milton 
felt curiously left out, and withdrew more into himself. Because of his 
slight build, he did not participate in sports and had no close friends of 
his own sex. 

His father occasionally made a passing reference to the fact that he was 
growing up, but never sat down for a talk with the boy. Somewhat awed by 
Sidney's brashness, Milton could never approach his father, and knew that 
his mother would not be the person to ask about the subject that plagued his 
mind. 

Milton, alone in his room, fantasized over girl images, masturbating and 
achieving his climax, while in his mind he was the big, virile young man 
sought by every girl on the block. 

Once Nancy, the older girl, came into his room and caught him with his penis 
in his hand. Before Milton was able to say anything, Nancy made some very 
pointed remark and flaunted her breasts in Milton's face before leaving, 
laughing loudly at his embarrassment. 

After this episode, Milton watched his sisters with more than a brotherly 
interest. He wondered what it might be like to close his hands around their 
firm, protruding mounds that pushed so enticingly against their dresses, to 
touch their bodies, and even to investigate their genital area. His 
fantasies had whetted his appetite and he wanted to experience the real 
thing. 

One night, by accident, he came upon his sisters and two boys up on the 
roof. He had gone up there to relax, to be by himself away from his bedroom, 
and as he stepped onto the roof, he heard the giggles from the other side of 
the chimney stacks. Cautiously he walked around and saw the girls lying 
down, being kissed and fondled by the boys. He remained out of sight and saw 
them eventually indulge in some minor sex play, fondling and petting. He 
realized that this could well be a regular hideaway for the girls, and 
started keeping a watch on them. 

Afterwards, he spent many evenings up on the roof, hidden, observing his 
sisters making love, fellating their boyfriends, who in turn performed 
cunnilingus on them. Milton masturbated while watching. He found an ideal 
hiding place, on top of a platform next to the chimney, from which vantage 
point he could get a close view of what went on, yet remain relatively 
secure from being seen. 

One night, however, Nancy happened to glance up and saw Milton's face 
peering excitedly down. She dragged him down and performed fellatio on him. 
From this beginning, Milton graduated to intercourse with Nancy, and all 
manner of sexual activities with her and Joan. Over a period of about ten 
months, Milton learned rapidly, and his personality expanded with his sexual 
prowess. Even his mother remarked how Milton was growing up, and pointed it 
out to his father. Sidney grinned and slapped Milton on the back, making 
some jocular remark about his finally becoming a man. 

Despite their never being caught on the roof, Milton suffered from pangs of 
guilt. He knew that what he was doing was wrong. He had read that any type 
of sexual contact between members of the same family was immoral. The fact 
that his sisters thought nothing of it and regarded him as merely another 
plaything for the nights when they might be without a boyfriend, made no 
difference. 

Finally, in a burst of confidence, he told his father. Sidney was horrified. 
He had no idea that his girls were as promiscuous as Milton told him, let 
alone indulged in relations with their brother. Hilda promptly had hysterics 
when she heard the revelation, accusing her daughters of being whores, 
Milton of being a pervert, and blaming Sidney for not keeping a stronger eye 
on his children. 

The matter of the girls was resolved by their announcement of impending 
marriage to two young men, which, to Sidney and Hilda, seemed to be the most 
appropriate solution. However, Milton was considered to be more to blame 
than the girls, and Sidney made an appointment for him to see a 
psychiatrist. 

Realizing that it was not possible to communicate with his father, Milton 
readily told his story to the psychiatrist, a very understanding older man 
who, to Milton, became more of a father image than Sidney had ever been. The 
psychiatrist explained that for Milton to overcome his feelings of guilt, as 
well as his reservations about sex, he would have to relate in detail his 
background and experiences with his sisters. Although hesitant at first, 
Milton soon relaxed, and over a period of many sessions with the 
psychiatrist, told his story. 

"I guess I only starting thinking about having sex with my sisters after I 
first saw what they did up on the roof with their boyfriends. I mean, I knew 
girls sucked guys' cocks and all that, but I never thought of my own sisters 
doing things like that. You know how you get the idea that sucking cock is 
dirty and only bad girls do that. At least, that's the way I guess my mother 
would look at it. I bet she never went down on my father. Maybe she isn't 
the type. I don't know. Anyway, until I saw Nancy sucking this guy's prick 
one night, I had always looked on my sisters as real nice girls. But after 
that, I started thinking that if they did it to other guys, why shouldn't 
they do it to me? I'd never had anyone do that. Once in a restroom, a man 
asked me if I wanted a blow job, but I was so scared, I just ran out. 
Afterwards I felt kinda chicken, 'cos I'd heard guys at school saying how 
they let guys suck them off and that it's groovy, just like when a girl does 
it. But I wanted a girl to do it, 'cos I wanted to feel her tits and do 
everything else, too. 

"I used to lie in my bed at night and jack off, just thinking about it. I 
imagined that my cock was pushing into their snatch, or their mouth, and I 
was feeling their boobs and getting a better feeling than I got with my hand 
around my dick. 

"After I saw my sisters doing it on the roof, I started thinking about Nancy 
or Joan, and in my mind, I saw their mouth around my cock, or maybe myself 
lying on top of them, my thing stuck right into that warm hole between their 
legs. That's what I really wanted, but I was too scared to even think of 
saying anything to them. I figured they'd beat me up for wanting them to do 
that to me. But again, I kept thinking: If they do it to other guys, what's 
the difference? I might not be as strong or big as their boyfriends, but I 
have a good dick. I know it's a good size, because I'd seen other guys' 
dicks, and I'm pretty well hung. Nancy told me so, too, after she'd first 
sucked me off. She held up my prick, showed it to Joan, and said something 
about the skinny ones having the biggest cocks. 

"Well, anyway, I had been watching them for a few months when Nancy saw me 
one night. Maybe I wanted them to catch me so I might join in, I don't know. 
But when she looked up for the first time ever, and saw me, she jumped up 
and came over. 'You little bastard!' she shouted at me. 'You've been 
watching us.' I was so scared I didn't know what to do. I just lay up there, 
shaking. Her boyfriend walked over, his cock sticking out of his pants, all 
hard and shiny from her spit. 'Ask him to join in,' he said, laughing. 'Come 
down, Milton,' Nancy said. So I climbed down, and stood there, still a 
little scared that her boyfriend might beat me up. He was bigger than me. 
His cock wasn't, I could see that, but the rest of him was, and I'd never 
been good at fighting. Nancy glared at me, but her boyfriend reached out and 
felt my crotch. 'He's hard,' he said. 'Take it out and do him.' Nancy turned 
and walked back to the shelter of the wall, and lay down. Her boyfriend, 
whose name was Tim, took me by the arm and marched me over there. 'Okay,' he 
said. 'Take it out.' My hands were trembling, but I unzipped my pants and 
took out my cock, which was real hard by this time. Nancy reached up and 
touched it. It felt so good I almost shot right there. Tim reached over and 
felt it, too, then he whistled. 'Well, little Milton has a big one,' he 
said. 'This I gotta see. Go to it, Nance.' Nancy got up on her knees and 
started sucking on me. 

"It felt so wonderful I couldn't believe it. I'd imagined what it'd be like, 
but never as good as she made me feel, with her mouth around my shaft, and 
her tongue licking across the end, flicking around the end, in and out of 
the slit and underneath, that real groovy place under the head, you know? I 
stood there, looking down at her head bobbing up and down over my cock, and 
Tim stood next to me, watching and playing with his own cock at the same 
time. I think he got just as big a charge out of watching. I looked at his 
dick, which wasn't as thick as mine; he had skin over the end. I didn't, and 
I felt it might be kinda nice with that extra skin to rub up and down over 
it. But right at that moment, I didn't care. My sister was going down on me, 
and making me feel better'n I'd ever felt before in my life. She lifted off 
and told me to take my pants down all the way and lie down next to her. By 
this time I didn't have to be told twice. I undid the top button, let my 
pants fall, and pulled my shorts down to my knees; then I lay down next to 
her. She leaned over, pushed my knees apart, and crawled between my legs. 
'Take your blouse off,' said Tim. T wanna see those tits.' She straightened 
up, and a moment later, her boobs were hanging there in front of me. Wow! 
They were big and round and those circles at the end with the nipples just 
about sent me off. 'Play with them, Milton,' said Tim. 'She digs that.' I 
reached out as she bent forward, and felt my fingers sink into the flesh for 
the first time. Soft, so soft I couldn't believe it. 

"She sat there, letting me touch and fondle her tits, rubbing them all over 
while my cock throbbed and jerked between my legs from the extra excitement 
of what I was doing. I grabbed a tit in each hand and rubbed my thumbs 
across her nipples. I felt them firm up, get hard as marbles, and stick out 
at the end. She looked down and saw my cock, waiting for her, and she pushed 
my hands away and went down again on me, her lips enclosing my shaft and 
sliding down till I felt the head lodge in the back of her throat. I heard 
her gag and then pull up. She grinned at me. 'You've sure got a thick one,' 
she said, and I felt so good to hear her say that, because she'd always 
kidded me about being so skinny, but now at last I had something she could 
talk about in the way I wanted to be talked about. I had a big thick dick, 
and she wanted it, liked it. Wow! That was really something. 

"She went down and grabbed the shaft in one hand, putting her lips over the 
end, and her other hand grabbed my balls and began rolling them around. She 
pulled them down far, making my prick even stiffer than it was, and I felt 
her tongue going wild over the head. 'Suck his balls,' said Tim, who was 
really jerking himself like mad while he watched. Her hand came up and her 
tongue slid down the length of my dick, slowly, until it reached my scrotum, 
and then, with a gulp, she took the whole sac in her mouth, while her hand 
played with my dick. I felt her warm mouth surround my balls and her tongue 
rotate them inside, licking the hair and rubbing the folds of skin. 

"I was slowly floating off that roof, it seemed. I had never had such a 
groovy feeling in my life. I watched her tits as they swayed back and forth 
each time she moved, and my body was quivering all over from the sensations 
her mouth was giving my balls and my cock. My whole groin seemed ready to 
explode. I knew from the feeling that it wouldn't be long. I was almost 
there. I could sense that deep inside my balls that load of seed was ready 
to burst, to travel up the length of my dick and shoot into her mouth. I 
began humping my hips, first slowly, getting every bit of sensation I could. 
Then it started, and I moaned. 

"She must've known, because she lifted her mouth off my balls and closed her 
lips around my shaft, and just as that moment my entire frame shook and I 
cried out just as I felt my cock throb, expand, and then with a rush, it 
came, load after load, into her. I heard her gulp, gag, and then tighten her 
mouth and lips around my prick as it shuddered in her, discharging all that 
stuff into her while my body felt like ten thousand electric shocks were 
going off in every pore. Oh, I had never had such an orgasm, such an 
incredible feeling. With a final sigh, I collapsed, felt my prick going soft 
in her mouth. She kept on sucking, squeezing the very last drop of come up 
my tube and into her mouth, and then she let it slip out and lie across my 
leg, all red and shiny, and still thicker than Tim's cock which he was still 
jerking wildly. 

"He was groaning, and I guess he was almost coming, too. He grabbed her 
head, jammed his prick into her mouth, and started fucking her between the 
lips, holding her head against his crotch. I lay there, watching his long, 
thin dick going in and out of my sister. His balls hung down and swung back 
and forth, banging against her chin every time he rammed deep into her 
throat. Then he shuddered and cried out, and pushed his rod all the way in 
and held it there. She gagged again, and swallowed, and then slowly Tim 
pulled out. "That was great,' he said. 'You're the best goddamn cocksucker I 
know.' Nancy looked up at him, then kissed his prick gently. 'You taught me 
how,' she said, then put her arms around his legs and hugged him tightly. 
Tim looked down at me, and then sat down next to me, staring at my dick. He 
reached out and touched it. "That's a biggie,' he said enviously. 'How come 
you're so thick, Milton? You been jacking off, huh?' Nancy laughed. 'Not 
anymore, he won't,' she said, pushing Tim's hand off my cock and taking it 
herself. 'I'll suck him off any time he wants. It's beautiful.' She bent 
down and kissed it again, and right then I felt like the biggest guy in all 
New York. I didn't feel at all guilty about what had happened. I'd had my 
first piece of tail. Well, maybe not tail, but I'd had my first sex with a 
girl, and because it happened to be my sister didn't bother me at all. Not 
then, it didn't, only later. 

"I leaned over and hugged Nancy and told her how great it had been. She 
pushed me away with a laugh and told me not to get so mushy. 'It's your cock 
I want, not you,' she said. 'Tim's the one I dig for love.' I guess I 
might've felt upset at that, but I didn't. At least I had a good cock that I 
knew girls would be after once they knew about it, and I could see myself 
becoming very popular with the girls. Now that I'd crossed the barrier, I 
felt little shyness about it. I even felt I could lick someone like Tim if 
we got into a hassle. I knew he was stronger, but I wasn't scared anymore. I 
had a bigger dick and that seemed to make it all right. The only thing right 
then I wanted was to do more with my dick, more than just have it sucked. I 
wanted to fuck, really ram it home between a girl's legs, and suck her tits 
and all. 

"I reached over and touched Nancy's tits again. The nipples weren't hard 
anymore, so I played with them and felt them start rising. Her whole boob 
seemed to lift up and get firm. Tim lay next to us and started playing with 
one tit, while I touched the other. 'Come on, show us your cunt,' he said. 
'I bet Milton wants to see it.' I felt real bold then. 'I want to fuck it,' 
I said, and they both laughed. 'Not up here,' said Nancy. 'But maybe over at 
Tim's place one night. Okay, Tim?' He nodded. 'As long as you bring Joan,' 
he said. 'We can all fuck up a storm. We'll show Milton all the tricks.' 
Wow, I wanted to go right then. 

"At any rate, she lifted up her dress and spread her legs, and Tim and I lay 
with our heads down there and stared into that place I'd pictured in my mind 
for so long. There it was, right in front of me, close enough to lick, a 
bulging little mound covered with soft downy hair, and from the crack in the 
middle there was a glistening stream of juice oozing out. Tim put his 
fingers into it, and spread her lips open. Even in the glow of the lights 
and the moonlight, I was able to see the dark red shiny flesh in there. 
'Lick it,' said Tim. 'Go on, Milton, eat your first pussy, baby.' I could've 
eaten a million pussies that night, I was so thrilled. I bent my head 
forward and stuck out my tongue. As it touched her, she shivered and raised 
her hips. 'Go on, push it in,' she said. 'Suck me.' I ran my tongue into 
her, feeling the hard nub of her clitoris nestling in there like a ripe 
olive waiting to be eaten. I sucked and licked, rubbing my tongue all 
around. It tasted real funny, kinda salty, but it made my mind take off. I 
found my cock starting to get hard again, and inside I was trembling with 
excitement. I lifted up and stuck my fingers there, pushing Tim out of the 
way. I wanted to feel it, touch it, see what it was like. It was softer'n 
her tits had been, and every time I moved my finger, she wriggled and 
moaned. 'Faster, faster,' she said. 'In and out!' I began really 
finger-fucking her then, pulling and pushing into her warm cavern that 
seemed to be twitching and grabbing at my fingers as they entered her. 

"It was the wildest sensation ever, and the more I touched her, the deeper I 
wanted to penetrate her cavity, to get every inch of sensation I could, and 
at the same time, make her reach her own climax. I knew from the way she was 
moaning and twisting that she was being pushed slowly upwards toward the 
ultimate peak of ecstasy. Much as she had said not to, I wanted to push my 
cock in her. I wanted to let my thick rod push that flesh aside, to probe 
deep inside her, to give her the thrills that I knew my throbbing joy stick 
was capable of. It was up there again, stiff and ready for action once more, 
but I knew it would be best not to. I had to wait for another time when we 
could really let go and enjoy it all to the fullest. So I let my fingers do 
the work, and with each thrust, I felt her juices flowing, running between 
my fingers and down between her legs, mixing with the downy hair that 
covered the enticing little hills around her crack. I could smell her 
passion as it oozed from her cunt, and the odor really turned me on. Even 
though nothing was touching my cock, I felt like it might just erupt again 
of its own accord. 

"Then suddenly she gave a shudder. I felt her twat tighten around my 
fingers, and she cried out. I felt her flesh grip my fingers, quiver, more 
juices flowed, and she humped her hips in a vain effort to get more of my 
hand into her. She gripped both me and Tim with her hands and there was no 
mistaking the strength of her feelings. 

"Finally she relaxed and sank back, gasping. 'Oh, that was wonderful,' she 
said. 'Best finger job I've ever had.' Tim laughed and said something about 
it not being as good as when he shoved his prick up there. 'We'll do that 
next time,' she said, and turned to me. 'We'll show Milton how to really get 
his jollies.' She got up and pulled her clothes on and straightened herself. 
Tim and I tucked our cocks back in our pants and zipped up. 

"That night, I lay in my bed, my hand around my shaft and relived it all 
over again, letting my fingers take the place of Nancy's mouth, and bringing 
myself once more to a climax. As my seed shot out over my pajamas, I 
pictured myself buried in her cunt, sucking her tits, biting her shoulders, 
and pushing my rod deeper and deeper into that wonderful smelling orifice 
between her legs. 

"It was about a week before anything else happened. I might say that I 
noticed a difference in Nancy's attitude toward me around the apartment 
after that. I guess I'd proved to her I wasn't just her skinny little 
brother. I was a guy with something she liked and wanted, and it was 
something I could really be proud of. I knew I was bigger than Tim, even if 
he had a bigger body with more muscle. I had a big cock, and I learned 
that's what a girl-likes. 

"The next time was when Nancy and Joan told our parents they were going to a 
movie with Tim and his friend. Nancy told me to meet them at the corner 
later. I was going to be 'the friend.' 

"I told my dad I was going out, then I split and met the girls and Tim on 
the corner. Tim said we were going to his place, as his parents were away 
that night in Scranton, visiting relatives. He was alone at home, which made 
it real nice. He lived down on 33rd Street, in one of those nice new 
apartment buildings, all steel and concrete and glass. Real high class. We 
went into his place, and I knew then we were going to have a wild time. He 
had soft lights, a real groovy stereo, a big double bed in his room, and we 
were all alone! We went into the bedroom, and Tim told us to take off our 
clothes. Joan was a little shy, and said we should mess around a little 
first, but Nancy laughed. 

" 'Come on, why waste time?' she said, 'We're supposed to be home by 
eleven-thirty.' Nancy was always a little wilder than Joan, even though she 
said Joan had been playing around with boyfriends on the roof. Tim stripped 
off, and I did, too. I must admit I felt a little envious of Tim's body. He 
was a little taller than me and had muscles everywhere. But when it came to 
the crotch department, I had him there. Even Joan whistled as she came over 
and inspected my meat. She turned to Nancy and said she hadn't been lying. 
'It is bigger and thicker,' she said, putting her hand down and squeezing 
it. It was already kinda stiff just from the mood we were in, and from the 
excitement of seeing the girls get naked with us. 

"Tim came over, grabbed Joan, and started playing with her tits. 'Go on, I 
want you to suck Milton,' he said. I knew then that Tim liked to watch just 
as much as fuck. He really got turned on by that. Joan giggled, but she bent 
down and took the end of my cock into her mouth, just for a second, then 
stood up again. Even those few moments sent shivers through me, and I got 
stiffer than before, with my rod standing out in front of me, waving in the 
air, and glistening from her spit. The end looked real slick, shiny and red 
as a tomato, and I could see there was already a drop of lube oozing out of 
the end. I was real hot and ready for action, but that night I knew I wanted 
more than just a blow job. I wanted it all, every bit of cunt I could get, 
and I didn't care if it was Nancy or Joan. Any pussy would do for me that 
night, I knew, and I was going to perform. I'd show them what it meant to 
have a good fuck, better than Tim, even if he did have more muscle than me. 
His cock was also stiff, but it was long and thin, like a banana between his 
legs. His was real white, while mine had blue veins down the side. Tim told 
me later that they looked real sexy. I think he was a little queer or 
something, especially after what happened in bed later. But I didn't care. I 
was out for sex, any kind, any way. I was raring to go. 

"Tim got us all on the bed and made the girls lie down on their backs, legs 
spread apart. 'Okay, Milton,' he said. 'You take Joan. I'll take Nancy.' 
Nancy cried out, 'Hell, no, I want Milton's big cock first.' Joan reached 
for me and took my shaft in her hands. Tim laughed. 'Hell, they're fighting 
over you,' he said, and it was true. I had Nancy on one side, and Joan on 
the other, and they were both trying to get my cock in their mouths at the 
same time. Finally, Joan gave in and Nancy started sucking on me. Tim 
grabbed Joan and pushed her head down between his legs, and I saw his cock 
disappear between her lips, and she started sucking away. At the same time, 
Tim's hand went down between Joan's legs, and his fingers pushed into her 
snatch, and she wriggled her ass and spread her legs, letting him feel her 
up. I didn't try anything with Nancy. I wanted her to blow me for a while, 
and I watched as she took every inch of me, sliding deep into her mouth and 
down her throat, her tongue licking every bit of me as I entered her. It 
felt so wonderful, I just relaxed and let her do what she wanted. Her hands 
went to my balls, and took them up, playing with the sac, rolling the balls 
around and tickling them. Then I almost went through the roof as she pushed 
down toward my ass and her finger started feeling my ass-hole. Carefully, 
real gentle, her finger played around, touching the skin around my anus, and 
she timed her pressure there to match the way she slid her mouth up and down 
my dick. Every time she went down, she'd push her finger up against my 
ass-hole; then, as she lifted her mouth up, she let her finger trail around, 
up in that smooth place behind my balls. I thought I was going to pop my 
nuts it felt so good. Slowly she pushed her finger in until it was inside my 
ass, right up there, feeling my shaft inside me. I could sense her finger 
pushing around there, adding to the delight her mouth was giving me on the 
outside. With her other hand, she kept pulling on my balls, stretching them 
down and making my prick stand up even stiffer than before, and making the 
head feel like it was ready to burst. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer 
at this rate. I could feel the slow surge deep within my groin. I started 
humping my hips, driving my cock deep into her throat, in and out, and I 
started moaning. She knew what was happening, and she seemed to clamp her 
mouth even tighter around me, and push her finger deeper into my ass, and 
then I came, shooting into her mouth with a force I'd never felt before. 
Maybe it was the finger up my ass that did it. All I know is I had the 
wildest sensation as I shot, like it was all welling up against the end of 
my prick, and then, wham! out it came, load after load, until I was done. 
When I sank back, I was satisfied like I'd never been before. I remember 
Nancy gulping and then lifting her head up and saying she thought I'd 
flooded into her, or something like that. The others didn't say anything, 
they were too busy themselves. I guess I was so excited I came quickly, but 
Tim was still going strong with Joan, who was sitting between his legs, 
sucking away. 

"I glanced over and saw his body flexing, his muscles tightening and shoving 
his hips into her mouth, while his cock slid in and out between her lips. 
Joan had a real thin body, but nice tits. Nancy was a little plumper, but in 
the boob department, they were both okay. About the same size, but who 
cares? Tits are tits, and they're there to be sucked on, felt, and played 
with. Even though I felt my prick going down after my orgasm, there was 
still a thrill as I watched. Then I realized what Tim meant by watching and 
grooving on it. It's great, and as I looked at Joan, I felt a good shiver in 
my loins even though I couldn't get hard then, I knew. 

"Nancy scooted round and told me to suck her. I told her I'd do it if I 
could fuck her afterwards, when I got hard. She laughed. 'I'll get you hard 
in five minutes,' she said, reaching for my dick and starting to play with 
it again. Her fingers felt real slick and slippery around it, as it was 
still wet from her spit and my come. I went down, pushing my nose between 
her legs and smelling her love juice once more. Slowly I slid my tongue up 
her thighs, around her crotch, feeling her downy hair rub on my lips, and 
then I buried my tongue in her crack, searching for her clitoris which I 
knew was there, hard and ready to be sucked on. She grasped my prick even 
tighter as I licked her pussy, and she let out a moan. 'More, more,' she 
said. 'Jeez, I love it.' That really turned me on even more, and I felt 
myself getting stiff. Jeez, it had only been a few minutes before when I'd 
shot my come into her, and here I was getting hard again so soon. It must 
have been the whole scene, not just the fact that she was playing with my 
prick. 

"I heard Tim cry out and the bed shook as he humped Joan and shot his load 
into her and she gagged and gurgled as she swallowed his come. I was busy 
with Nancy's pussy, though, licking away, letting my lips taste every bit of 
her slick warm flesh inside her cunt lips and rubbing across that hard 
little lump that I knew made her feel even better. I tried to push my tongue 
further into her, but I knew it was my cock that would only get in there, 
really do the trick and make us both climb as high as we could, up to that 
ultimate feeling that I wanted to experience so badly. Just the thought made 
my prick flex and jerk and get back into shape, ready for what I planned to 
do to Nancy. I knew that she was getting hotter every minute, and she opened 
her legs wider and wider, trying to let me in as far as my mouth would go. 
She was panting and crying out and I knew she was almost there. Suddenly I 
lifted myself up, and before she could move, I shoved my crotch up between 
her legs and felt the end of my rod touch her cunt lips and penetrate. She 
stared at me, cried out, but then I slipped in, through all that warm, 
tight, slick flesh into her cunt, way inside, my thick rod pushing aside her 
quivering pussy, sliding over her clitoris and into the cavern beyond where 
I knew she wanted to feel me, experience my cock within her. She gasped and 
her hands came forward, grabbing my shoulders and then around my back as I 
lay on top of her, my hips driving that thing in and out of her so fast it 
made my head swim. With each thrust, I felt the walls of her cunt grab me 
and send prickles down to my balls and back. Her tits were rubbing across my 
chest, feeling real bouncy, her nipples feeling hard against my skin and 
giving me extra chills of ecstasy. 

"I was fucking] For the first time in my life, I was fucking a cunt! Her 
nails clawed into my back and I felt them ripping across me as she blended 
her hips with my rhythm, pushing up to meet me as I rammed home, and from 
her mouth came a string of words I never thought I'd hear from my sister. 
She cussed, she said everything in the book and more, and with every word I 
felt myself getting more and more excited, knowing what my big dick was 
doing to her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, almost 
squeezing the breath out of me, but giving me better access to her moist, 
dripping snatch that was wanting every inch of my cock. I heard Tim and Joan 
saying something, and I knew Tim was watching, lying down close to see me 
push that thing in and out of Nancy. The bed was creaking and bouncing. We 
were really having at it, and with every lunge, it felt better and better. 

"Nancy was shaking all over, and finally her body seemed to go in ten 
different directions at once and she cried out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming, YOU 
BIG-COCKED STUD!' and I felt her snatch clamp around my dick and warm juices 
flowed around and were pushed out of her crack. I could feel them on my 
balls as they slapped against her ass every time I hit home. It was too much 
for me, and I felt my dick catch fire and shoot again, deep into her, 
spurting my come inside her pussy. Oh, wow! that was the greatest moment of 
all that night for me. I heard Tim laughing and felt his hand push up and 
touch my balls, trying to get his fingers in there and feel it. Then I 
collapsed on top of Nancy, and she lowered her legs and told Tim to get the 
fuck away and screw Joan. She lay there with her eyes closed, and her hands 
traced little circles on my back, down to my ass, all over, making me tingle 
and glow even more after 

I'd shot my load. She said finally that it was the best fuck she'd ever had. 

"That was when Joan came over and said she wanted some. Tim got kinda mad, 
because he wanted to fuck her, but she felt my dick and said that's what she 
wanted up her. Nancy told her she'd have to wait awhile, and I knew right 
then she was right. I'd shot twice already and I'd never shot three times 
before in a short space of time. Once I jacked off twice one night and then 
again in the morning, but I'd had a few hours sleep between. 

"But Joan wasn't worried about that. All she wanted was my big dick to play 
with, to suck on, and fuck her if it'd get hard again. I let her go ahead 
and fondle me, try and coax that thing into stiffness again. I looked over 
and Nancy had started fooling around with Tim's dick. 'Hey,' she said to 
Joan, you like a mouthful. Take them together.' I didn't know what the hell 
she was talking about until she showed me. 

"She had Tim and me sit facing each other, with our crotches pushed against 
each other, and Joan stuck her head down between our stomachs and took both 
our cocks in her mouth. Tim and I were both still soft, so I guess it was 
easy, but it was really wild. I had to put my arms around Tim, and he hung 
on to me to keep us from falling over. I looked down and watched as Joan's 
head bobbed up and down, sucking Tim's cock and mine at the same time. It 
was the weirdest feeling. Tim started getting upset, getting hard, and I 
did, toe. Not real hard hard, just thick enough to make it stand out a 
little. Hell, I knew I had to wait awhile. At least, that's what I thought, 
but the more Joan sucked, the more I felt myself rising, and I could see Tim 
was, too. He was holding me close and pushing his face close to mine, and I 
could feel his breathing on my cheek. Then suddenly he moved his mouth over 
and kissed me. At first, I didn't know what to do, I was so surprised. I 
heard Nancy giggling, and then when Tim's tongue pushed between my lips and 
started licking me inside my mouth, I really flipped. 

"I pulled away and told him to lay off, was he queer or something, and then 
they all laughed and said that in a foursome, anyone could do anything, and 
there was nothing wrong in that. Tim said he'd teach me how to kiss 
properly, and he clamped his lips back on mine. Even though I wasn't sure 
what I should do, I had to admit it felt good. I'd never had a girl kiss me 
like that, so I put my tongue against his, and, wow I I could feel my hard 
on come right back, real fast, real stiff. I heard Joan gagging, and then 
she pulled off and said she couldn't get both our cocks in her mouth hard. 

"Tim pulled away, and we lay down on the bed. I saw my dick was sticking 
straight up. Without a moment's delay, Joan straddled me and lowered her 
cunt over the end. As it touched her cunt lips and slid in, she gasped and 
lifted up. 'It's a goddamn telephone pole,' she said, and Tim and 

Nancy laughed, and they rolled into each other's arms and Tim started 
fucking Nancy, humping his dick into her pussy real fast. Joan lowered her 
ass some more, and finally my whole prick slid into her. She was tighter'n 
Nancy had been, and it felt great. She began twisting and turning her body, 
grinding her hips down on my dick, and I felt it slide up into her slippery 
wet cavern and then out again, almost all the way out, and then, whaml She'd 
drop down on top of it and it'd go all the way in again. I reached up, 
grabbed her tits, and began playing with them. . 

"I loved the feel of her breasts, the way they hung down like oversize 
grapes, long, and her nipples were bigger'n Nancy's, hard and firm. I rubbed 
my fingers over them and felt her pussy twitch every time I did it. I wasn't 
sure if I was going to come again, but I knew that Joan was almost there. 
She was panting, moaning, and her nails dragged across my chest and grabbed 
me. 'FUCK ME! FUCK ME!' she kept saying, her body dripping with sweat. I 
could feel it running down her sides and between our bodies every time she 
came down and rested her ass on me. Her eyes closed, and she seemed to be 
carried off into another world by her feelings, which I know must have been 
just as good as Nancy's, who had said I was the best fuck she'd ever had. So 
I didn't really care right then whether I was going to come or not. I knew 
there would be another time, and right then, as long as Joan got her 
jollies, I didn't care. 

"I'm not, even now, all hung up on coming. Fucking can be just as much fun 
even if you don't shoot your load, especially after shooting twice. I like 
to go down on a chick, and I love it when they do me that way, too. You can 
make it last longer, too. 

"Right then, Joan wasn't going to last much longer, I could tell. She was 
twisting and moving herself up and down on my cock, pushing it in as far as 
she could, and then rising up off it, faster and faster. Then she cried out 
real loud and sat down, plunging it deep inside her. I felt her twat 
contract and grip my shaft and a big warm wet hand seemed to enclose my 
cock, wrapping it in pleasure like I couldn't even describe. Maybe I came, 
too; I really couldn't tell. If I did, it didn't feel like I shot off, but 
just had this groovy feeling all down my prick, my balls, everywhere. Then 
Joan collapsed, leaning over on top of me with her tits against my chest and 
her face against mine. She didn't try to kiss me or anything. She or Nancy 
never did want to kiss; they just wanted to fuck or suck or mess around. 
They told me later they really dug sucking my dick because it was so nice 
and thick. Nancy also liked to suck my ass-hole, and that really drove me up 
a wall, it felt so good. 

"We all went into the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we went home, but that 
was only the beginning. After that first night at Tim's place, we got 
together lots more. His folks went out of town a lot, which gave us the 
place to go. And after the first time, we did lots of other things. Tim even 
sucked my dick one night, which made me think again he was queer, but Nancy 
told me guys did that, too, and as long as girls were there, it didn't mean 
anything wrong. He even wanted to fuck me in the ass, but I didn't go for 
that shit. There was a pussy there, and that's what I figured was for 
fucking, and Tim and I did plenty of that. When we couldn't go to his place, 
we'd go on the roof and let the girls suck us off. It went on for weeks, 
months, and then I started wondering how it was going to end. Maybe I got 
tired of them, and wanted some other girls. 

"But anyway, after I started thinking more about it, I got to feeling 
guilty, and that's why I told my dad. I don't know why I did it, really. 
Maybe I'm stupid, but then, sometimes we do things without thinking, or 
because we feel we should. I guess if it hadn't been my sisters, it'd been 
some other girls, so why should they be any worse. Mother called them 
whores, but I think that's just because they did things with me. Anyway, I 
don't think I want to mess around with them anymore. I want to find a girl 
of my own to go with." 

After several sessions with Milton, the psychiatrist realized that the young 
man was extremely confused about sex. His forced indoctrination by his 
sisters had, admittedly, broken the ice for him and helped him overcome his 
innate shyness and reserve. However, his sisters' demands on him during 
those first few months proved too much for him to handle. He realized that 
his penis size had much to do with their feelings for him, but his sensitive 
nature demanded more than mere animalistic sex. He was craving the love and 
affection which would make the act more than mere physical release. 

His parents' reaction, too, did nothing to help his guilt feelings. Although 
his father was more inclined to be understanding, Milton knew his mother's 
attitude was irreconcilable until she could be made to face the reality of 
the situation. 

The psychiatrist brought in Milton's parents and talked with them, 
explaining that Hilda's over-protectiveness for her only son had hindered 
his normal sexual development outside the family. Nothing could be done 
about the experiences with his sisters, and the episode would be best 
forgotten if Milton was to mature into adjusted manhood. 

Milton continued seeing the psychiatrist for a period of a year. By this 
time, his relationship with his parents had leveled off. His sisters married 
and left home, and finally Milton himself met a young girl and began dating 
her regularly. When their relationship developed into intimacy, he found his 
experiences with his sisters had given him a solid basis for sexual 
satisfaction. When he finally married, he had completely adjusted to a 
normal, mature relationship which soon erased all guilt feelings of his 
earlier conduct with his sisters. 

FIVE COME ONE, COME ALL 

"I had played around a little before, when we were all kids together, but 
this was something else again. Here I was in bed with my two brothers, but 
this time my two sisters were with us, and we were all getting wilder every 
minute. I don't know who started it, really. Maybe it was because Steve had 
said, as ma and pa were out for the evening, we could have a little fun, and 
he had looked at Gail and I knew they'd been doin' something already. I 
guess they knew how, because Gail had Steve's cock up her snatch while she 
was sucking on Carl's dick at the same time. I watched them as Sondra played 
with my rod. It felt so good, I wondered why I felt kinda scared. But then, 
I also thought we should have done this before. It was lotsa fun. We'd had 
to sleep in the same room for years, and there'd always been a lot of 
kidding around about sex, but apart from jacking off now and then, I'd never 
had anything to do with my brothers or sisters. Not the way we were then. We 
were all fucking and sucking and doing all those things I'd only dreamed 
about. 

"I got a charge out of watching Steve go at it with Gail. Steve was like our 
pa, very tall, very well built for nineteen, and real good-looking. I often 
wished I could be like him when I grew up. He had told me and Carl once 
about getting his first piece of tail, somewhere in downtown Chicago one 
weekend. Steve was only twelve then, and Carl and I didn't believe him until 
he took out his cock and showed us how red it was, still slightly swollen, 
and he squeezed it to get the last drop of come out of his tube. Only then 
we believed him, and not long after this, he told us he was goin' to screw 
the girl in the next apartment, so Carl and I hid on the fire escape and 
watched through the window. We were so excited we reached for our dicks and 
jacked off, even though neither of us were old enough to come then. 

"Now, with our two sisters in bed, it was different. We'd all had some sort 
of sex, even if mine had only been jerking myself off. I loved to lay there 
and watch Steve, who was on his back, letting Gail do all the work. She was 
a good-looker, that sister of mine, with long black hair and real white 
skin, all over except her boobs, which had those dark little circles around 
the hard round nipples that stood up, rubbing across Steve's chest as she 
squirmed around, twisting her ass so that Steve's big, thick cock could 
reach deeper into her cunt. She was moaning and making funny sounds in her 
throat as she lifted her butt up and down on his rock-hard shaft, while her 
mouth licked up and down Carl's cock, also stiff as a board. I wondered why 
she had her eyes closed when it was so much fun to watch, to see everything 
that happened. 

"I really admired Steve, always have, and have always been jealous of his 
dick, which is bigger'n Carl's or mine. I loved to watch it then, pushing 
itself deep inside that hairy opening between Gail's legs. I hoped I'd be 
doing that soon myself. I knew Gail liked Steve because of his big dick, but 
I felt mine was big enough and I could make her feel just as good as he 
could. Steve had told me once that it's best not to come soon, to make it 
last. The way Gail was lifting her body up and down, and snapping at his 
cock with her cunt, made me wonder how much longer Steve could last before 
shooting in her. I watched his shaft coming out almost all the way, until I 
could see the red head glistening with love juices, then ramming inside 
again, sliding between those dark sticky hairs into the cavern deep within, 
where Gail's own experienced organ was massaging its length and bringing him 
to a peak of ecstasy. 

"Steve simply lay back and let her move her body on top of him. He sometimes 
reached up and tweaked her tits, but did nothing else. I guess he was happy 
enough just to let her do the fucking while he lay back and enjoyed it, a 
big grin on his face. Gail's mouth was now going up and down Carl's cock, 
taking it all the way into her throat. I knew it must've been all the way in 
because she could push her tongue out and lick his balls while his penis was 
still in her mouth all the way. I knew how good he must've been feeling, 
because Sondra was still playing with my dick, making me shake and quiver 
all over. I turned back to watch her while she did me. 

"Sondra was not so pretty as Gail, but she had nice, small rounded tits, and 
narrow hips, more like a boy's than a girl's. Her warm tongue was caressing 
my shaft, pushing the skin way back and nibbling on the end. I liked that, 
and always told my brothers they missed half the fun in sex without a 
foreskin. For some reason, they were both circumcised, but I wasn't. I 
always felt I had one up on them because of my foreskin, which was long and 
hung all the way over the head, giving me lots to play with. When we all 
used to jerk off together, I never used to have to spit on my dick like they 
did. That foreskin was better. 

"I went on watching Sondra as she licked around the head, taking her time, 
and letting each touch of her lips and tongue send fire through my loins. It 
was great, and I'd always liked having my dick sucked. It hadn't happened 
that often, let me tell you, but enough to let me know that I preferred it 
to fucking, because I lasted longer. I could lie and let someone suck on me 
a long time before coming. Sondra knew how to give a good blow job, too, and 
she loved it. 

"Steve's cock was still pumping into Gail's twat, and they had settled down 
to a fast, steady rhythm, and I could tell they were both reaching the end 
of the road. They were sweating like mad, and Steve had started groaning. 
Carl was humping his hips, driving his rod in and out of Gail's mouth, 
faster and faster. I got real excited and grabbed Sondra's head and jammed 
it down on my prick. I figured if my brothers were gonna come, I wanted to 
as well, and make it a big wonderful threesome without popping our nuts at 
about the same time. I must've timed it right. Just as I felt my balls 
explode and my seed shoot down my length into Sondra's waiting mouth, I 
heard Steve cry out, and Carl cuss like he always did when he shot, and the 
bed rocked up and down as we all shook and pumped ourselves dry. It was the 
best goddamn gang-fuck I'd ever had." 

There "have been many tales about the sexual laxity of parents and children 
growing up in the slums of large cities. Overcrowding and poverty are 
fertile seedbeds for all manner of intimacies that might not occur under 
more ideal environmental conditions; also, many children might not enter 
into the world of adult sex practices so early, were it not for the enforced 
proximity of sleeping quarters. 

Such was the case of the H-family, moving from the rural area of Illinois 
into Chicago, back in the late fifties. Martin H-had come from an itinerant 
farm family, and married his wife Sarah early in life. By the time they had 
lived in Chicago for five years, degenerating from a back room in Oak Park 
to a three-room tenement in the ghetto area of the city, their family 
already numbered three: Steve, the oldest, Gail, and Carl. As time passed, 
two more were added: Sondra, and the last and youngest, Ray. 

Martin, not overly capable or ambitious, worked at a variety of jobs, all of 
them unskilled labor, and his take-home pay was barely enough to keep food 
on the table and clothes on his family's backs. Sarah also worked 
occasionally as a waitress, but her yearly childbearing had wreaked its toll 
on her health. She spent more time in free clinics than she did at work, 
but, despite her frail body and constant feeling of lassitude, she submitted 
to her husband's unending sexual demands. 

Martin had two passions in life: his wife and the pleasure she could give 
him in bed, and his church. He and Sarah were devout members of the Brethren 
of United Children, a small church in their neighborhood that resounded 
almost nightly to the hysterical voices of its congregation who found 
temporary warmth and spiritual solace away from the cramped and depressing 
buildings they lived in. 

Sarah always took the children with them when they were younger, but as they 
began reaching puberty, their interest in the church waned. Steve, very like 
his father, experienced sex for the first time at the age of twelve, and 
immediately told Carl and Ray, who breathlessly listened to the account of 
what had happened. 

Gail and Sondra were both violated before they were thirteen, and even 
though Sarah was informed of the fact, she realized there was little she 
could do. Martin swore to kill the boys who had ruined his daughters, but 
his anger was as fleeting as his concern over his girls' future. 

All the children were forced into two rooms: the boys in one, the girls in 
another, while Martin and Sarah slept in the living room. Their marital sex 
was no secret to the children, who often would lie awake and listen to the 
noises that rose in intensity until Sarah's final moans signaled the climax 
of the act for another evening. 

Steve began working after school when he was fourteen, and Gail brought home 
additional income from piece work at a garment factory, working a few hours 
daily. The children were more than aware of their poverty as well as of 
their parents' laxity over their upbringing. Many times Martin and Sarah 
would go to church after supper, leaving the children alone in the 
apartment. Despite strict remonstrances about going out, the parental 
restrictions were ignored. The boys and the girls would sneak out and find 
whatever diversion they could before getting home prior to the end of the 
church services. 

Steve's sexual exploits became the envy and wonder of Carl and Ray, neither 
of whom could not wait until he was old enough to participate. Steve 
informed them both of all his conquests, both male and female, as well as 
his occasional pimping on the side to make a few extra dollars. It soon 
became obvious to the boys that their sisters were also indulging in sex for 
fun and profit. One night, while Martin and Sarah were out at church, Steve 
grabbed his sister, Gail, and started playing with her breasts. The others 
were very amused by this, and the playful carrying on soon became serious. 
The brothers and sisters ended up together on the bed, indulging in oral and 
vaginal intercourse as well as various forms of sex play. 

To all except Ray, the episode was merely another night of fun and games, 
indulged in among themselves rather than outside the apartment with 
strangers. For Ray, who was only fifteen at the time, it was his first taste 
of sexual relations. He had masturbated before, both alone and with his 
brothers, but had never experienced a girl. It spelled out to Ray the 
beginning of a new outlet for his burgeoning sexual curiosity. The episode 
was repeated again several nights later, and then with regularity, until Ray 
had become as proficient as his older brothers in all variations of sex. 
While Steve and Carl had the good sense to keep their activities to 
themselves, Ray's pride in his accomplishments led him to boast about it to 
other boys at school. 

Overheard by a teacher, Ray was questioned. He denied anything he had said 
to his friends; however, the teacher's curiosity was not satisfied, and the 
matter was reported to the school office. The result was an investigation. 
Brought before a psychiatrist, Ray broke down and told part of the story of 
his family life and his sex activities with his sisters and brothers. It 
became obvious that the boy had been indoctrinated by his older brothers, 
and they were all interviewed by a psychiatrist to assess the seriousness of 
the case. By this time, Martin and Sarah had been informed of the situation, 
and, on their parents' insistence, the boys complied with the visits to the 
psychiatrist, at which time they told their story. Steve, being the oldest, 
was interviewed first. 

"I started real young, when I was twelve. I was messing around downtown one 
night when this young chick came up and said I looked like a groovy lay. 
I've always looked older than I am, and when she said that, I sure as hell 
wasn't gonna tell her different So she took me around the back of one of the 
buildings and into a little doorway. She pulled me to her and started 
kissing me. I'd never had any girl kiss me like that before, you know, with 
her tongue down my throat, licking around, and all the time her hand was 
feeling my cock, which was getting hard so fast I didn't know what was 
happening. Before I knew it, she had unzipped me and hauled out my meat, 
playing with it, squeezing it, and almost making me come right then. She 
bent down and began sucking it, and her lips around it were like fire on my 
skin, sending shivers through me. I could feel my balls just about ready to 
burst. She raised her face up and told me I had a real good cock, nice 'n' 
thick, and she wanted it up her twat. 

'She lifted her dress and pushed against me. I felt the end of it touch 
between her legs, and it was all sticky and soft down there. She guided it 
in, and then I just started humping her, in and out. For the first time, I 
was screwing a chick. I was so hot by then, I popped my nuts in about a 
minute, and all the time she was squirming around and saying how wonderful 
it felt in her, and that her cunt was loving it, and all that shit. I shot 
off, pumping away like mad, and then I pulled out. She dropped her dress, 
kissed me, said that was groovy, and walked off. I never saw her again. 
Hell, I was floating ten feet off the ground and couldn't wait till I got 
home and told Carl and Ray about it 

"They were real envious, and at first didn't believe me until I showed them 
my dick. It was still kinda swollen and red from the fucking. After that I 
fucked around a lot, getting sucked and fucked. I even had a coupla queers 
go down on me once, and one gave me ten bucks to fuck him in the ass, which 
was great. I've even screwed girls that way. Assholes are tighter'n pussy 
any day, let me tell you. 

"Anyway, you want to know about my screwing my sisters. That only started 
when I was about seventeen, I guess. Gail was sixteen then. She's a year 
younger'n me. I knew she'd been catting round 

'cos one guy who fucked her told me about it. Said she was a real good lay, 
too, and gave the best blow job he'd ever had. So, one night, I took Gail 
outside in the alley and told her if she didn't blow me, I'd tell pa she'd 
been fucking around. She laughed and said she'd wanted to blow me ever since 
she saw me in the bathroom one day naked, with a hard on. I guess I was 
jacking off in the shower or something. Anyway, she went down on me, right 
there in the alley, and boy, did she do me! She knew how to wrap those lips 
around my dick and go to town. Up and down, in and out, she was so good I 
came real fast. After that we used to have sex quite often, but always blow 
jobs, never any fucking. I guess it was 'cos we didn't have a place. There 
was always someone at home. Gail also told me once that she liked blowing a 
guy better than getting fucked. She said she liked the taste of a cock, the 
come, everything about it. Also, she said, she was dead certain that way she 
wouldn't get knocked up, either. Back then she wasn't taking the pill like 
she is now. 

"I never told Carl or Ray about having sex with Gail. I told them about ther 
chicks I'd been with, but something told me it wouldn't do any good to 
mention it. Not then, anyway. Also, there was Son-dra. She's two years 
younger'n Gail, but she fucks around just as much. I think she always 
suspected something went on between Gail and me, but she didn't know for 
sure until we all climbed in the sack that first night. 

"I really don't know why it happened. Ma and Pa had gone to church like they 
always did, and we were all at home together. I planned to go out, like I 
usually did, but Gail came into my room and we were just horsing around. I 
grabbed her tits and started feeling her up. Just then, Sondra walked in. 
She wanted to know what we were doing, and I reached into Gail's blouse and 
took out her one tit, and squeezed it. 'We're gonna fuck, that's what,' I 
said, kidding, but Sondra thought we were serious. She came over and said 
she wanted in, too. Carl and Ray must've heard, and they came in, and then 
one thing sorta led to another. Gail took off her blouse and started shaking 
her boobs, first in my face, then at Carl, and he bent down and began 
sucking them. Ray just stood there, his eyes bugging, like he couldn't 
believe what he was seeing. 

"Then Carl told Gail to take off her skirt; he wanted to see her pussy. She 
looked at me, and I told her to go ahead, that I'd eat it for her. I turned 
to Ray and told him it was time he found out about fucking and sucking, and 
the next thing, we were all naked on the bed, and really getting into it. 

"Ray just wanted to watch, so I lay on my back and let Gail do all the work. 
I like it better that way anyway. I liked to watch her lips as they curled 
around the end of my dick like she was eating a big ice-cream cone, and then 
she let it slide all the way in until it hit the back of her throat I knew 
from the way Gail gave a blow job that I'd come real soon if she went on 
that way, and I wanted to shove it up her snatch. So I told her to sit on 
it, and she could suck Carl off. She thought that was real wild, having sex 
with two at the same time. She said she liked Carl's dick, anyway. It was 
kinda longer than mine, with a real wide head on it. I'm thicker than him, 
but he's longer. Who cares? I know I got a good-size cock, and I know what 
to do with it, so I don't care about what anyone else has got. That's for 
the chicks to worry about. 

"So Gail climbed on and lowered her ass down. I felt the end of my cock 
touch her cunt lips, which were wet and slick from her juices that were 
oozing out of her crack. She pulled her lips open and let the head go in, 
just an inch or so, and then twisted and snapped at it. I knew it was 
rubbing on her clitoris, and she liked that. Maybe that's why she-likes it 
when you go down on her. She says she-likes being sucked by a guy as much as 
sucking a cock. Maybe her clitoris is real sensitive. I don't know. But she 
held her snatch over my cock and just let the end rub in and out. It felt 
good to me, and I got a charge out of the way Ray and Carl were looking at 
us. Gail bent down and started sucking on Carl's cock, and Sondra had 
started playing with Ray. Wow, that baby brother was out of his skull. He's 
got a real wild-looking piece of meat, lots of skin on it, and Sondra was 
pulling it back and forth over his head, and I could see him dripping with 
lube and jerking and throbbing as he watched. He was really getting his 
jollies, especially the way Gail was fucking my dick. 

"When she let it slide all the way in, she gasped and said something about 
it being big. I knew this. Other chicks had already told me. She had a real 
tight little cunt, and I was really pushing the sides as I slid in, feeling 
that warm hot wetness surround my shaft and send me into another world. Carl 
had reached over and began biting her tits, closing his mouth around those 
nipples. I could see they were hard as marbles, swinging in front of her 
each time she moved, getting my cock into her snatch more and more, faster 
and faster. I felt her twitch inside, and it sure made my prick feel good, 
right down to my balls and out my ass. She had a tight pussy, and she knew 
how to work it. Every time she'd raise up, she'd clamp together real tight 
and then sink down, and I felt it drag against the side of my dick, real 
tight, but it was slippery enough so I slid in all the way and hit bottom, 
and then she'd twist and grind a while before letting up. 

"We were all real horny and excited and I guess that made us all come quick. 
I know I usually last a while, but that night, Gail was really making it 
feel good, better than ever, and her sucking on Carl was getting to him. Ray 
and Sondra were making it, too. She was sucking on him like it was going out 
of style. We were getting there together, and then I felt it coming, right 
from my balls, shooting up all the way into Gail's pussy, and 

Carl and Ray popped their nuts, too, and that fucking bed was about to fall 
apart from all the action. 

"That was the start of it. I mean, us all fucking together. Carl 'n me had 
messed around before, but that was the first time for Ray, and I know it 
blew his mind. After that, he wanted to do nothing but fuck, and, as Gail 
and Sondra were right there, why not? They dug his cock. They both said so. 
They said Carl 'n' me were okay, but Ray's dick, with all that skin around 
it, really turned them on. So Ray had it made. Every time we could, we'd 
haul off and fuck together. My old man never knew a goddamn thing about it 
He and ma were out praying for their souls every night, but we were home 
getting our kicks. It was wild. And there ain't nothing wrong as far as I 
can see. Pussy's pussy, whether it's your sister or someone else's sister." 

Steve's hardened outlook at age nineteen was indicative to the psychiatrist 
of the effect his environment and family situation had on him. His story was 
reiterated, more or less in the same words, by Carl, but the youngest, Ray, 
proved to have a slightly different attitude, indicative of a more sensitive 
nature which, the psychiatrist felt had been demoralized by the events with 
his brothers and sisters. Ray was rather hesitant at first to confess his 
story, but finally relaxed and related what had happened to him. 

"Well, after that first time, lots of things happened. I guess the time we 
had the most fun, and the one which really helped me know more about sex, 
was when Steve, Carl, and I fucked Sondra. Gail was away somewhere, and 
Sondra said she felt like some fun, so we all went into the bedroom, and got 
naked on the bed. Sondra played with each one of us, making remarks about 
our dicks, and comparing them. She had me lie next to Steve, and she put our 
meat together, caressing us, pulling my skin all the way over the head and 
over Steve's head, making one long prick. We all thought that was gassy. 
Then she told Steve to lie back, and she started sucking on him. He-likes 
that, just letting the girl do the work, I mean. She said she liked him 
because he had such a groovy body. Hell, he's the oldest, and he's real 
muscular anyway. He's always looked older than he really is, which is 
probably why he started getting laid early. 

"She told him what a nice strong body he had, and ran her fingers along his 
shoulders, down across his chest and stomach while she closed her lips 
around his shaft. Then she put her fingers around his balls and tickled 
them. He told her to play with his ass-hole, and she did better than that. 
She pushed her head between his legs, and I could see her tongue licking him 
under his balls, and then right down between his cheeks, until her mouth was 
over his anus and her tongue pushing in and around, making him squirm and 
start moaning. 

"He said that felt real good, and I wanted some of it, too, so I pulled her 
off Steve and told her to start on me. I wasn't near as shy as I was before. 
Now I knew we were there for screwing and I wanted to experience everything 
I could. She scooted round and sucked on my dick, taking it in her hands and 
nibbling on the end. Then she got my skin between her teeth and slowly 
pulled it back, exposing the head, which she licked with her tongue, rubbing 
it round the top and underneath, across the end, and pushing into the cocks 
lit there. Oh, wow, it was the greatest feeling I'd ever had. I reached out 
for tits and started playing with them while she sucked me. I'd never felt 
anything so soft in my life. Sondra had real nice tits, with those hard 
little, nipples at the end. I rubbed my fingers over them and knew that she 
liked that, because she shivered when I did it and her mouth seemed to clamp 
down harder over my cock. 

"It really turned me on, and I thought I'd shoot right then in her mouth, 
but I wanted that pussy. I'd been dreaming about it for a long time, and now 
I wasn't going to settle for less. I raised up, pushed her back, and started 
licking her tits, then down over her stomach, till I was face to face with 
it, that little mound with the soft hair around it and the juices oozing 
out, catching my nostrils and making me get even hornier than I felt before. 
Carl and Steve both laughed as I buried my nose in her snatch, smellng that 
musky odor and feeling the smoothness of her cunt lips. I pushed my tongue 
into her, licked around, and then spread her apart, stretching her labia 
open as wide as I could and looking into that crack for the first time. 
'Blow him at the same time,' said Steve, and Sondra turned around and began 
blowing me even better than before. 

"I took one look at her pussy and then down I went, tongue out, licking that 
flesh, feeling her hard little clitoris there, sucking away like mad. I 
could tell she dug this, because her mouth went wild around my dick, making 
me feel better than before. 'Fuck her, fuck her!' said Carl. I could see him 
and Steve playing with their cocks as they watched, jerking themselves. I 
lifted up and scooted around, pushing my cock between Sondra's legs. It 
wasn't hard to do. All the excitement and my sucking and all had made her 
crotch as wet as a duck's ass and my cock slid in between her legs. 'In her 
cunt, in her cunt!' Steve said, leaning forward and touching us. Sondra 
spread her legs and Steve pushed the head of my dick between her cunt lips. 

"It was like I had red-hot coals on my crotch as I slid in all the way. I 
hit bottom, and then she started moaning and twisting her ass. I never 
thought anything could feel so good. She grabbed my face and kissed me, her 
tongue pushing into my mouth and licking around inside. I did the same, and 
started humping her, pulling my cock in and out. Steve and Carl moved down 
behind me so they could get a better view of my cock as it went in and out 
that hot dripping cunt of hers, gripping my shaft real tight. I heard Carl 
say, 'Go, go, man, go!' while his hand was jerking himself hard up and down. 
Steve was jerking, too, but real slow. I bent forward and closed my lips 
around Sondra's tits, licking the ends, feeling her hard nipples be-t w e e 
n my teeth. 'Bite them, bite them,' she moaned, and I closed my mouth and 
bit, not hard, but enough to make her jump; at the same time, I felt her 
twat flex and tighten around my shaft as I slid in and out. Wow! it was the 
most. I'd had some groovy jack-off sessions before, and sucking's okay, but 
to have my prick buried inside that cavern between her legs, that was the 
ultimate. I felt I'd reached heaven and was about to burst I knew I couldn't 
hold back much longer. I didn't want to, and then it started, way down deep 
inside me, that feeling that you can't stop. My balls seemed to be on fire, 
and then it came, shooting all up my prick, and out the end into the deepest 
parts of her belly, and with each load, I could feel her twist, cry out, and 
shiver, like she was feeling the same thing. 

"I remember reading about girls getting their rocks off, too, and I felt so 
good, knowing that my thick prick was making her feel just as good, that she 
was climaxing the same time. She must have, because it felt like I was being 
squeezed tighter than ever before, her flesh draining every drop of come 
from my shaft as it pounded into her, throbbing, shooting, coming till it 
was over and I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and gasping. The 
sweat was pouring off us, running down our sides, just like all her juices 
and come and sweat were running down between her legs where my balls were 
hanging, resting against her ass after giving up their all. She hugged me 
tightly and said that was the best fuck she'd ever had, and I heard Steve 
and Carl saying that I should get off, it was their turn. 

"I looked over and they both had roaring hard ons, and their cocks were red 
from all the jerking they'd done, and I knew they wanted some of that good 
pussy, too. I rolled off and felt my dick slide out of that warm resting 
place. As it slid out, her cunt gripped it again, pulling the skin back over 
the end, and it flopped out and lay across my leg. Steve was already on his 
knees, crawling forward, his shaft all ready to plunge into her. 'Over on 
your side,' he said. 'Carl's gonna get you in the ass at the same time.' I 
couldn't believe that. Both at the same time, one in the cunt, one in the 
ass. This I had to see to believe. But it happened. 

"Sondra must've done it before for them, because she rolled on her side, her 
arms around Steve as he rammed his dick into her twat, sliding in and 
starting to hump her real fast. Carl went round the other side, spat on his 
dick to make it slick, then pulled her buttocks open and put his cock up 
against her anus. He pushed a little, and as I watched, the end of it 
disappeared up her ass. He slid his arms around her, grabbing her tits in 
front, and then he rammed his rod into her. I could hear her gasp, and then 
the three of them were fucking, in and out, Steve in front, Carl in the 
back. As Carl pushed in, Steve pulled out, and their rhythm got going, and 
Sondra's body was crushed between them, with Carl's fingers gripping her 
tits so hard I could see the marks on her white flesh. But she was loving 
it. She closed her lips over Steve's mouth and they kissed real hard, 
licking and sucking each other while their hips rotated, moved together to 
give each other the greatest pleasure. Carl, too, was having at it, fucking 
her ass just like a pussy. Both Steve and Carl were so hot, they didn't last 
long. After a few minutes, I heard Steve start moaning, and then he cried 
out, 'I'm there, Jeez! I'm coming!' and he rammed into her and held his 
quivering cock in her while he shot off. The extra thrill must've made Carl 
get there, too, because a few seconds later he screamed out and shook all 
over and bit Sondra's shoulder till she almost cried out, while he shot his 
load up her ass. Then they all relaxed, and Steve and Carl pulled their 
dicks out of her body and they all lay back, their eyes closed, drained for 
the moment. 

"I wanted to see that pussy again. I still wanted to see what it looked 
like. Sondra just lay there, so I crawled down between her legs and pulled 
her cunt open. It was all wet and sticky from the come and her juices and 
all, and the sides were real red. I found her clitoris, which was still hard 
like a ball of bubblegum, and I played with it, licked it. Steve and Carl 
also came round, and we took turns licking her and eating her twat. I 
thought I'd never get hard again so fast, but all that pussy did things to 
me. I found I had a roaring stiff once more and wanted to fuck again. I 
climbed on and was just about to ram it in, when Sondra moved away. She said 
she'd had enough cock up her pussy that night, but she'd suck me off. She 
said she dug that because I had such a groovy-looking prick. So she went 
down on me while she played with Steve and Carl at the same time. I couldn't 
understand why she wouldn't take us up her cunt again, but Steve explained 
later that sometimes a girl can get fucked out, which wasn't surprising 
after all she had done that night with us. After she sucked me off, and I'd 
shot again in her, we lay back and I just stared at her. I still could 
hardly believe I'd fucked a pussy. I'd eaten one, too. And now she was lying 
next to me, stark naked like I was, and showing us everything I wanted, her 
tits, her twat, everything. She even talked about it, which was real gassy, 
too. She said that Steve knew more about how to do it right, because he did 
it slow and easy, which she said made her feel better than when it went in 
and out fast. Of course, when you're about to come, you go fast, but before 
then was what she was talking about. I remembered that afterwards, when I'd 
been able to get a little more practice in. That first time, though, I 
couldn't stop. I just had to keep going until it was over. She said she 
liked all our cocks, but she really dug mine because it was thicker and had 
lots of skin to play with. As we talked, she let her fingers run around it, 
touching it and tickling me all up and down, even down to my balls. I 
started getting hard again, but not real stiff like before. I guess I was 
fucked out myself right then, but it sure felt good having her play with me 
down there. 

"Steve reached over and began playing wit her tits, real soft and gentle. 
Then Carl started jerking himself, and I almost flipped when he reached over 
and began playing with me, pushing Sondra's hand away. He said he wanted to 
feel that thing and see how it felt. I didn't mind because we'd all jerked 
each other off when we were kids a few years before, and I saw nothing wrong 
in it. But it surprised me that he'd do something like that when there was a 
girl on the bed. I've learned since that when you have more than one person 
with you in bed, anything can happen and anything goes. And I kinda dig it. 
In fact, once after that night, we were all real horny and Gail was out 
again, so Steve fucked Sondra, and I fucked her in the ass, and just as we 
were ready to shoot, I felt Carl climb up behind me and stick his dick up my 
ass. It was the first time ever, but he's not that big and he was real 
gentle, and it felt groovy. It made me feel even more sensation when I shot 
into Sondra's ass, like I was having my dick massaged on the inside as well 
as the outside. Now I don't care what kind of sex I have. It's all fun, it's 
all something to make you feel good, and I don't really care if it's a boy 
or a girl, my sister or whoever. Steve took me to downtown Chicago once and 
met this old John who paid me twenty-five bucks to go home with him. He 
sucked me off and then fucked me, and it was all right. He had a lot of 
pictures that really turned me on so I was horny as hell by the time he got 
around to wanting to fuck me. Steve sure gets around, and he told me when 
he's got enough loot stashed away, he's going to split and go to California. 

"I guess I should've kept my mouth shut at school, but this other guy I 
know-likes to fuck, too, and wanted to come home and join in with us one 
night. I said this was okay; in the rest room I'd had a glance of his cock, 
which seemed bigger than anything I'd ever seen, and I wanted to watch him 
fuck Gail. I knew she liked big cocks, and his was a beaut. I took him home, 
and that night he and Gail and I got into it. 

"She went wild when he took off his clothes and she saw that big thing 
hanging down between his legs. I was even surprised. Hell, I thought I was 
big, but this guy made me look like a midget. He had lots of skin, too, and 
when Gail pulled it back and his head popped out, I flipped. It was wide and 
flat, and real red, with a big slit at the end. Gails mouth went down over 
it, and she started sucking. I could see her lips stretched out around it, 
and as she went down the shaft, her cheeks were pushed out, it was so big. 
When it was all the way into her throat, there was still enough sticking out 
to grab. She put her fingers around it and started pulling and pushing it. 
He began moaning, saying how great she was doing and that he'd come soon, so 
he pulled out and told her to spread her legs. 

"I lay down so I could get a good view. I was jerking myself, squeezing my 
own cock in time to their fucking. It felt great, and when he lowered that 
thing and pushed it between her cunt lips, I thought I'd pop my nuts right 
then. It was something out of sight, and Gail gasped as it slid in pushing 
her twat open wide, the sides gripping him. I know it must've been a tight 
fit. Slowly, he rammed it home and then began fucking her, in, out, real 
slow, and each time he pulled out, she twisted and humped, trying to keep it 
in. She sure liked it, and she went wild. She lifted her legs and wrapped 
them around his waist. I could see every bit of her crotch then, with that 
cock sticking in her hairy crack, with its juices oozing and dripping out, 
it was so tight. He pounded it into her, getting faster and faster as their 
climax approached. Gail was gasping and crying out, 'Fuck me, fuck me!' and 
he was holding her tightly, his hands digging into her as he held her to his 
body. Then with a massive shudder he rammed home. I was so excited, I leaned 
forward and licked her ass and then I shot off at the same time, my jism 
going all over them and the sheets, too. It was wild. We fucked for about 
four hours that night. I screwed 

Gail and then she sucked him off, and we really had ourselves a ball. 

"The next day was when I was talking at school and the teacher heard me. 
Hell, don't tell me she'd never heard of guys fucking around before. I know 
this: I've learned more from my brothers and my sisters than I would have 
anywhere else, and I know what to do now. So what the hell's wrong with 
that?" 

The psychiatrist spent considerable time with all three boys, though his 
main interest and concern was for Ray, who was not only the youngest, but 
also the one whose inadvertent remarks at school had precipitated the case. 
It was obvious that despite the background of poverty and ghetto life, Ray 
would probably not have become involved in such sordid sex experiences had 
it not been for his older brothers and his sisters, whose own moral scruples 
were highly questionable. 

Another cause that contributed to the children's early sexual maturity lay 
at their parents' door. Martin and Sarah were both highly physical 
individuals. Their sex life had been quite overt in the children's eyes, and 
despite their clinging to frequent church attendance, the parents had failed 
to keep a strict enough control over the children during their formative 
years. Poverty is no excuse for moral laxity, though the two often go hand 
in hand. 

The psychiatrist called in Martin and Sarah together, and without going into 
the intimate detail described by the boys, he told them of what had been 
happening and asked them if they felt they were not to blame in some degree. 

Sarah, enmeshed in religious dogma, condemned her children as having gone to 
the devil, and said that she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't 
force them to attend church, and it was too late to try and remedy the 
discipline in their home. 

Martin, never an overly intelligent man himself, had little to say that 
indicated any rational course of action for a beneficial change in his 
family's life in the future. 

Realizing the parents' blinding adherence to their church, the psychiatrist 
recommended that the pastor be brought in to talk to the boys and the two 
girls. It was obvious the situation had gone too far for anything but adult 
handling of the matter. The family was also given help in obtaining a better 
job for Martin, enabling him to afford a better neighborhood and a larger 
apartment where there was more privacy and an improved environment. 

Although Steve and Carl finally left home and went out to lead their own 
lives on their own, Ray remained at home, and on his mother's urging joined 
her church. He began attending the young people's services once a week, 
which included supervised social activities that helped the young man adjust 
to a more settled attitude and a mature outlook toward relations with the 
opposite sex. 

Conclusion 

Oralism has been, and always will be, a basic part of sexual activity. It is 
a natural follow-up of the oral stage in inimagine which every man and woman 
goes through. The mouth is a source of gratification from the moment the 
child suckles at his mother's breast, right on through eating and drinking 
and oral contact during the various forms of sexual activity, and from 
kissing the lips and body to fellatio and cunnilingus. 

However, many of those who confess an aversion to oral sex, are perhaps 
feeling the traditional antagonism toward this act. Age-old customs die hard 
and for too long the standard penis-vagina activity has been recognized as 
the norm, and any variations on it have been designated as being perverted 
or dirty. Which gets back to man's inherent desire to conform, to be part of 
the majority, and thereby to pave the way to social acceptance. 

Harold Kelman, in New Perspectives in Psychoanalysis, has stated that it is 
not important what a person feels, as long as he is doing the right thing, 
the word "right" meaning that attitude which others expect him to have. This 
can often lead to a pattern of sexual behavior which combines a maximum of 
safety (approval) with a minimum of risk (potential disapproval), but at the 
price of the individual's vitality and impoverishment of personality. 
Applying this philosophy to oralism, we might presume that today, with 
increasing knowledge becoming available on the subject of sex and sexual 
practices, more people will begin to lose their aversion to an act which, 
basically, they might be eager to pursue in the first place, but were afraid 
to, either because of public censure or the disapproval of their partner. 

Oralism in a family situation, as we have seen in this book, is most 
certainly a deviation from the norm, and like all forms of incest, is 
frowned upon by Western civilization. If the sex function were oral and an 
end in itself, there might not be the attitude that exists. But, as we have 
seen, oral activity can lead to more traditional forms of sexual 
intercourse, and the interbreeding among families, in some cases, to be 
detrimental to future generations. Therefore, sexual activity has been 
confined to members of non-related families, though incest does exist and is 
practiced, particularly by low-income rural groups for whom sex does not 
possess the moral restrictions imposed by society in general. 

Freud's theory of probable sexual relations between those who are in 
constant daily contact, can certainly point the way to overt or subconscious 
oral desires in a family. The mother's kisses for her children during the 
early year are carried over into puberty and later, and who is to say 
whether a frustrated forty-year-old mother feels maternal or incestuous when 
she embraces and kisses her twenty-year-old son? Similarly with a father and 
his daughter, blossoming from the flat-chested child into an appealing young 
woman with obvious sexual appeal. 

There can certainly be no approval given to oralism between parents and 
children, or between brothers and sisters. The stigma of incest still 
remains, and with cases that come to light, there can only be investigation 
into the circumstances and advice given to the parties concerned. As with 
all types of sex, once it has happened, it becomes an experience that may 
injure the party psychologically, or it may not. 

The moral judgment is imposed by society, but the individual reaction is a 
personal matter; a child subjected to oral advances by a parent can mature 
into an adult with an adjusted, healthy outlook, or he may not, depending on 
his personality, his intelligence factors, and the length of time during 
which he has submitted to incestuous oralism. Even though oralism among 
members of a family is not an exceptionally common practice, the fact that 
it does occur makes it a legitimate subject of the student of human 
behavior. 


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