More Incest Between ... Fathers And Daughters
by Reginald Pepperton


CONTENTS
Introduction
CHAPTER ONE The Opera Ball
CHAPTER TWO Two for One ... Is Good Odds
CHAPTER THREE Honor Thy Father and Mother
CHAPTER FOUR My Mother ... the Lesbian
CHAPTER FIVE A Tale of Two Fathers
Conclusion
Bibliography

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INTRODUCTION 

"Millie lay close to me. The voluptuous curve of her warm buttocks pressed 
close against my pelvis. The touch of her hot flesh against my prick caused 
it to get hard immediately. My lips were pressed against the back of her 
neck. It was sweaty and the saltiness of the drippings stung my tongue and 
aroused me to even greater heights of sexual ecstasy. 

"My hard rod was moving into the crevice of her ass. As the head of it 
brushed against her rectum, I felt it tighten in a defensive reflex action. 
I shivered with delight. The head of my probing penis had reached the 
entrance to her moist little cunt. Her pubic hairs were like small wires, 
almost like tiny electrical filaments that transferred minute shocks to my 
eager and anxious prick. 

"Millie spread her legs instinctively, though she was still asleep. My prick 
entered her vagina, slowly at first and, as the warm walls surrounded it, 
plunged fiercely into the remaining cavity. She gave a start as my tool 
banged against the tip of her womb. Her hand slipped down and patted my ass 
reassuringly. I knew, once again, that I was very, very welcome. She then 
pressed her buttocks tightly against me and began to gyrate her hips. I 
reached my arms up under her armpits and clung to her shoulders. I felt the 
blood surging into my penis and the sperm struggling to rise from its 
mysterious reservoir. 

"She was becoming fully aroused and the rapidity with which she manipulated 
her glory hole was tremendously exciting. It was all I could do to keep from 
ejaculating right then and there. But I knew that Millie would be terribly 
disappointed if I left her hung up. She did, for a fact, get extremely ugly 
the last time I went off a bit prematurely. 

"I could feel her breasts pressing against the insides of my forearms as her 
breathing accelerated. I buried my face into her hair and gently bit the 
back of her' neck. She began to writhe frantically with pleasure. Both our 
bodies were covered with sweat and it was insufferably hot under the 
blanket. I managed to kick the blankets off and, in doing so, uncovered 
Monica who was sleeping to the other side of me. She muttered something 
about it being cold and drifted back to sleep. 

"I was plunging wildly into Millie's luscious cunt. I could feel the head of 
my cock swelling. Oh God, how I wanted to come! I couldn't hold it back any 
longer and with a moan, I released the hot stuff into Millie's hungry, pink 
pit. Millie went rigid for a brief second and seized my hands in hers. I 
knew that she had reached complete and satisfactory orgasm at that instant. 
I had an immediate sense of well-being. 

"My hot tool was spurting like a runaway fire hose. Millie pushed her butt 
tight up against me with one final spasm of ecstasy. I felt a slight burning 
sensation as I shot the final drop of semen into her. She contracted her 
vaginal muscles which sent shock waves through my body from my quickly 
softening prick. With each contraction I jumped a bit, which disturbed the 
sleeping Monica. 'Oh, Dad,' she muttered with a discomforting tone to her 
voice, 'lie still. I can't sleep with you jumping about like that.' Monica 
is Millie's identical twin. They look so very much alike that I can never 
really tell them apart, which sometimes causes me a problem. 

"My prick slid out of Millie's crack. It was still semi-hard, but I was in 
no shape whatsoever to continue. I rolled over onto my other side and 
reached over Monica to the nightstand and grabbed my cigarettes and lighter. 
I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Millie was snuggled close to me, her 
head buried in my armpit. Monica was lying close to me, also. Monica looked 
like she was asleep, but, I somehow thought different. The moonlight was 
bright and I could see her features outlined very distinctly in the dimness. 
Her eyelashes occasionally fluttered. My suspicions were fully justified; 
she was completely awake and only feigning slumber. She probably was a 
silent witness to her sister's recent sexual activity. 

"I turned my head until I was facing her. She looked so very beautiful, the 
silver moonlight reflected on her face. In many ways, she was much more 
beautiful than her sister Millie. Their personalities were quite the 
opposite, also. Millie was a bit of a hoyden, while Monica was very 
sophisticated and outwardly more sensuous. Indulging in a mischievous 
impulse, I sucked in a mouthful of smoke and blew it into her face. The 
reaction was instant! Monica bolted to an upright position, coughing and 
sputtering. Then we both laughed. 

" 'You imp,' I said, 'you were awake all the time.' 

"She giggled. 'I got so horny lying there, listening to you two fucking away 
so happily, I was hoping you'd be able to save some for me. But, from the 
way you groaned, I imagine that you are completely spent?' 

"I replied, 'Almost,' and chuckled. 

"Monica said, 'I bet I can get you hard again.' 

"I was intrigued and took up her challenge. Throwing back the bedclothes, I 
exposed my nude body to her lecherous eyes. She lifted herself on one elbow 
and pressed her head close to my chest and let her moist tongue dart in and 
out as she moved stealthily over every ticklish spot on my torso. I felt a 
tremor of response from my genital area but I knew damned well that she 
would have to do a lot more to get me aroused enough to shoot off another 
load. 

"Her nose was brushing against my pubic hair and the feeling that I sensed 
from her warm breath against my still wet cock was exhilarating. She took my 
tired tool between her long, slim fingers and, stretching it out, gently 
allowed her lips to encompass it. I was beginning to respond. The warmth of 
her wet lips around it made me tingle all over. God, I thought to myself, 
how lucky can a guy get? 

"By then, I was quite hard and any second I would be ejaculating my last 
reserve of hot sperm into that lovely little mouth of hers. I could feel 
myself coming already. I stiffened my body as I thrust my hips upward so 
that all my cock would be in her mouth as I shot my load. As I raised up off 
of the bed, Monica's hands grabbed me by the buttocks and held me in 
position as the hot, creamy goo shot into her oral orifice. I moaned with 
pleasure as she made those delicious gulping sounds. Monica liked sucking 
cocks more than anything and I would have been the last one in the world to 
object. 

"I was sure that she had reached orgasm during this act, as she was 
breathing very hard at my climax. She lowered my buttocks back to the 
bedsheet and collapsed with her lips still around my shrinking cock. She had 
swallowed every last drop of sperm. 

"I could see that Monica was exhausted and would soon be in a deep satisfied 
slumber like her sister Millie. I was also pretty pooped after this 
double-header and longed for the quiet solitude of my own bed. I quietly 
arose and, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and down the hall, entered my own 
bedroom and, sliding very quietly between the sheets, settled down for a 
satisfied night's sleep. In doing this, I was very careful not to wake the 
wife. 

"Marge stirred her gross and repugnant body as I so quietly settled down 
next to her. Oh, how I wished we had had twin beds, but that would have lost 
me the whole kettle of fish. I just hoped with all that I had in me that she 
wouldn't get sexy as she sometimes did late at night. I had not stuck my 
prick in her for almost three weeks. It was getting more difficult to have 
sexual relations with her, especially since I'd been fooling around with 
those two Venuses down the hall. Besides, Marge was fat and ugly and her 
breath perpetually smelled of gin. 

"I turned my back to her and quickly dropped off to sleep with visions of 
voluptuous sex dancing through my head. I was beat but I surely felt 
magnificent. 

"The next morning, I hummed with happy satisfaction as I took the 8:40 to 
the city. I was still humming up to the moment that my secretary informed me 
that J. M. wanted to see me in his office. J. M. was Marge's father, the 
president of the agency and my boss! He was a nice guy and a smart 
businessman; so smart, in fact, that he had conned me into marrying his fat, 
widowed daughter in return for a vice-presidency in the firm, a home in 
Westchester and $45,000 a year. In the beginning, I had thought that I had 
made the coup of the century. Now I would be willing to trade the whole mess 
for an office boy's salary-except for a couple of things-Millie and Monica, 
my two over-sexed step children who were the saving grace. 

"What J. M. had to tell me came as a shock. I was being transferred to Los 
Angeles to try to save a failing situation with the agency's branch there. I 
couldn't very well refuse and the thought of getting away from Marge was 
certainly a pleasant one, but I couldn't bear the idea of leaving the girls. 
It certainly was an anguishing situation. I downed quite a few martinis in 
the club car on the way home that evening. Then I had a marvelous idea-why 
not take the girls with me? I was sure they'd enjoy a trip to the coast. 
Then I nixed it; Marge would want to come, too. 'Well,' I said gulping down 
the last martini as the train slowed to a stop at my station, 'I will 
certainly think of something.' 

"Monica thought of it for me. She had always been interested in the theater 
and, to her, Los Angeles meant H*0*L*L*Y*W*0*0*D! and she saw that this was 
the perfect way to get launched as a movie starlet. She suggested coming out 
to the coast with me and said that she would be of so much use to 
me-hostessing formal dinners, maintaining the apartment and other things 
that, of course, we could not mention to Marge. Monica's enthusiasm broke 
down her mother's reluctance and, a week later, United Flight No. 344 
carried a very happy couple to the City of the Angels. 

"The agency had leased a lovely two-bedroom apartment on Wilshire Boulevard 
for us. When Kearns, the manager, showed us through the unit he expressed 
great pride in the layout. Monica expressed great delight in what was to be 
her room, but inwardly we felt very smug in the inner knowledge that we both 
carried-there would be very little sleeping done in it, unless we desired a 
change of scene. 

"So we quickly settled into our nice, new environment and it was just 
delightful. It was such a great relief not to have to return to my wife's 
unhappy bed every morning. Monica enjoyed it, too. She mentioned, and I 
hadn't noticed until then, that she resented having to share me with Millie; 
so we had a beautiful sexual ball. 

"One late afternoon when we had returned from a delightful day at the beach, 
I was feeling quite horny after watching Monica running around the beach in 
a mini-bikini, followed her into the shower. She looked magnificent. The 
suds were running down over her well-tanned body. Little rivulets of the 
soapy stuff was coursing down the cleavage of her gorgeous breasts and 
collecting in the bush of pubic hair that covered her sweet little cunt. 

"Quickly stripping off my trunks, I jumped in the shower with her and, 
grabbing a washcloth, began washing her back. She responded by pushing her 
buttocks into my groin. That gesture made my cock begin to stiffen 
immediately. Suddenly, she turned around and, dropping down on her knees, 
seized the washcloth from my trembling hand and began to wash my cock and 
balls. The sensation was really something! After getting it thoroughly 
soapy, she moved back and allowed the shower spray to rinse it completely. 
Then, taking it gently in one delicate hand, she began to suck on it slowly 
at first, but gradually increasing tempo until I thought T would blow right 
there. 

"If you could imagine the thrill of the whole act being done in that steamy 
shower-Monica's golden body glistening with streams of silvery water 
cascading down and her head bobbing rhythmically as she hungrily devoured my 
throbbing cock. Her nipples were distended and pressed against the front of 
my thighs which caused me even more excitement. I was unable to hold back 
ejaculation any longer and I let the hot sperm burn its way out of its 
prison and shoot with great passion into that gentle mouth. Monica tensed 
for just an instant as the hot stuff surged into her mouth, almost gagging 
her. My darling didn't even miss a stroke, though, and she sucked out every 
drop. My knees became very weak after this and I had to hold onto the shower 
faucet handles in order not to collapse. 

"Monica spit out the gobs and gobs of sperm and we both watched the spray 
force them, like tiny white snakes, through the holes in the metal drain in 
the stall floor. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other briskly. 
We both felt very happy. As soon as we were dry, I picked her up and carried 
her to the bed, where I carefully laid her down on the crisp lavender 
sheets. She looked so beautiful, lying there with her legs spread apart, the 
golden fluffy hairs of her cunt glistening in the light of the setting sun. 
I felt my tongue and lips quiver with excitement as I contemplated 
cunnilingus with that heavenly genital. 

"I lay down at the foot of the bed and inched my way up towards her until my 
face was just above her crotch. She reached down and placed both hands on 
the back of my head and gently, but firmly, pushed my face into her golden 
bush. It smelled so clean and fresh. 

"It tasted even better. As I slid my eager tongue in between those delicious 
cunt lips, she writhed with pleasure. I felt her back raise from the sheets 
as she drew close to orgasm. My cock had been sucked dry, just a few moments 
before, but it stirred once again in response to the erotic stimulation I 
was receiving. I darted my tongue back and forth with fierce motions and she 
reached climax within seconds. Her fingers gripped my hair and I thought she 
would tear it out by the roots. I wanted to yelp, but in order to do so I 
would have had to stop sucking that magnificent vagina. So, bravely I 
persevered and continued the stimulation that was driving Monica wild with 
ecstasy. 

"That's just about the way my sex life with Monica went during the first few 
months out in sunny California. Monica wasn't the only chick that I balled, 
but, in the home stretch, she certainly was the best of them all. You see, 
the girls of Hollywood are in a class by themselves. Very few of them have 
the outward sophistication of their New York sisters. 

"Monica had met Valerie in one of the casting offices. like Monica, she was 
an aspiring actress. I had heard a lot about her from Monica, but didn't 
realize from her description that Valerie was the magnificent redhead that 
stood at our door early on a particular Saturday morning. Monica had gone 
shopping and I was lounging around in pajama bottoms with my first martini 
of the day, when the doorbell rang. I opened it and this absolute vision of 
loveliness was standing before my eyes." 

Narrations like this are certainly not rare in the volumes of psychiatric 
case histories. Cases of incest between fathers and daughters are far more 
prevalent than the average person realizes. Cultural standards vary in all 
societies and man's moralities are based on existing mores of the society in 
which he lives. In some cases, these social mores prevent a parent from 
becoming involved in incestuous situations because social or religious 
restrictions decree that such activity is "wicked" or against "divine law." 

Most authorities have conflicting theories regarding incest, but they agree 
that free indulgence in this aberration is incompatible with family or 
social order, and if tolerated, no meaningful, fully developed culture could 
evolve. 

As to the "natural" or "unnatural" qualities of incestual behavior, many 
authorities differ as to classifying incest impulses either as one or the 
other. Westermarck claims that there is a natural aversion to incest while, 
on the other hand, Sigmund Freud expounds the theory that the incestual 
impulse is there even in infancy and is therefore a natural inclination. 
Malinowski argues that neither Freud nor Westermarck is correct, and that 
the incest "urge" is a product of cultural environment. 

In Psychology of Sex, Havelock Ellis expounds a synthesis of these divergent 
views. He bases this on the assumption that there is usually a sexual 
attraction between persons who are continually in close contact, and that 
this also includes people who are often closely related. He suggests that 
this "incestuous" attraction is rather mild and is quickly displaced when a 
fascinating new object of desire from outside the object's own circle 
appears. He insists that there is no anti-incestuous instinct, no natural 
aversion, and that the deep stirring of sexual excitement is stimulated by 
an unfamiliar object, and not by one of close familiarity. 

Ellis claims that though incestuous desires are weak under normal 
circumstances, there are always exceptions, as there are in every other 
theory of study of human behavior. Whether or not Monica's or Millie's 
relationship with their father will have been of either a constructive or 
damaging nature remains to be seen. In most cases of incest between father 
and daughter, the outcome has usually been anything but happy. In the cases 
of the daughters, many "hang-ups" have been the norm, and only therapy has 
been capable of correcting the damaging traumatic effects of this type of 
sexual union. 

It is the child who is usually the innocent victim, but the reader will 
find, as he studies these cases, that sometimes it is the adult who has 
become the unwilling partner of this aberrational activity. 

A child sometimes will cooperate with a lustful parent out of fear, or out 
of a desire to please, or, in many cases, out of an ignorance of the 
morality of the act itself. 

Freud opened the door to many speculative theories, since he brought 
analytical study of man's sex life out of the Victorian closet and into 
fashion, in fact, to such a degree of prominence that nearly everyone is an 
armchair sexologist. To the layman, many abstract theories have made 
confusion the norm, and only qualified psychologists and psychiatrists 
should really be quoted and questioned. It is a proven scientific fact, 
though, that inbreeding produces an inferior offspring in a majority of 
cases, and on that basis alone incest should be avoided. As Ellis has 
stated, man's basic sex-drive is stimulated by a new face rather than an old 
one, so it is somewhat natural for a person to seek sexual gratification 
completely outside the family group. 

Interesting aspects are naturally provided by exceptions to the rule, of 
course. These may be correctly described as extreme cases although they do 
enable us to define, with some accuracy, the subject of incest, as a whole. 
Erich Fromm has stated that physiologically, man belongs to the animal 
kingdom, but that man's life is inescapable from the alternatives of 
regression and progression. In other words, to regress to an animal-like 
existence or to arrive at the utmost peak of human evolution is man's 
destiny alone. 

As far as the subject of incest is concerned, man can and has behaved like 
an animal. But, being uniquely human, human emotion supplants the "animal 
urges." The term "Love" therefore enters into the biological system and 
elevates man from that of animal sexuality, thus bringing a simple 
biological function to a spiritual plane. And doctors agree that a great 
number of their patients admit to an incestual urge upon certain occasions, 
but have suppressed them. The cases reported in this book are those which 
were totally unsuppressed, either because of an overwhelming attraction 
between the people involved, or by mere physical impulses that they were 
unable to control. 

The work of such researchers as Kinsey and Masters and Johnson have given us 
great insight into man's sexual functions and the problems these functions 
sometimes create. These researchers and their brethren have been praised but 
also scourged, by certain segments of society. Some groups deride them for 
bringing sex down to the "technological plane," while others feel that they 
have "raised" it. But only when the physiological aspects become fully 
understood will man be able to understand the finer attributes of sex. One 
must start with the basics. And sex, basically, is physiological. Man's 
sensitivity alone has made it more pleasurable and, in some cases, virtually 
artistic. Art, after all, is a human improvement on nature. 

So, in order to understand the problems of incest better, we have to return 
to the basics, for that alone can give us an understanding of these human 
beings who find their sexual desires moving into an aberrational maze. In 
order to grasp the intent, the following case histories reported here are, 
in content, exactly as they had been related to the author. Every detail has 
been included to assure the reader full comprehension of the situation. 

To give the reader a complete solution to the causes of incest would be 
almost impossible. Medical science has, in reality, only begun to scratch 
the surface. like the five blind men and the elephant, each only grasped 
what he could understand. The author has, in all sincerity, attempted to 
introduce to the layman an easily understood volume of documented case 
histories that will be of sufficient information to instruct the concerned 
and interested individual. 

Since the beginning of recorded history incest has been with us. In ancient 
Egypt it was practiced by high and low classes. In Rome, it helped lead to 
the downfall of empires. It has produced geniuses and it has produced 
matimen. It has inspired novelists, historians, and scientists to probe its 
intricacies. From that privileged citizen of Sodom and Gomorrah, Lot and his 
daughters, to the caves and communes of Hippiedom, it has been, is, and will 
be forever with us. Only understanding and treatment can erase this blemish 
from the countenance of man. 

To gain proper insight into the history and causes of incest which had its 
origins in primitive societies, let us view something of its historical 
background. Lord Raglan reports in Jocasta's Crime: 

Perhaps no other sin was regarded with greater horror among the Ashanti. 
Both parties in the offense were killed. Had such an act been allowed to 
pass unpunished, then hunters would have to cease killing animals in the 
forest, the crops would have refused to bear fruit, children would have 
ceased to be born, the spirits of the dead ancestors would have been 
infuriated and the gods angered, clans would cease to exist and all would 
have been chaos in the world. 

Weinberg, in Incest Behavior, tells us: "The family system of the Hebrew, 
Greeks, Romans and Chinese were patriarchal and father-dominated. The 
Hebrews, originally nomadic, settled and listed incest among their Mosaic 
law." Weinberg further states: "The varied penalties for incest were 
ostracism, ritualistic curse witnessed by the people, and death. Banishment 
was specified in brother-sister relationships. The development of 
incest-taboo is reflected in the record of its infraction. Lot committed 
incest with his daughters at their instigation because they wanted children, 
(and) Moses was the son of an aunt and nephew. Ezekial protested the laxity 
of the incest laws during the Babylonian exile. But, during the later stay 
of the Hebrews in Palestine the incest taboo became more effective." 

The Greeks, according to Weinberg, forbade marriage and sex relations 
between parents and children, full brothers and sisters and between siblings 
of the same mother and not the same father. Uncle-niece and nephew-aUnt 
marriages were allowed. Cousin marriages were common and actually preferred 
to extra-kin marriages. Despite this leniency, they vigorously forbade sex 
relations between members of the same family. This taboo was most stringent 
between mothers and sons. Incest marriage between the gods were described in 
mythology. Oceanus and Hyperion, Kronos and Rhea, Zeus and Herawho were full 
siblings-had married. However, this god-like prerogative was all the more 
forbidden for mortals. 

The ancient Romans were even more strict. They forbade marriage with aliens, 
between patricians and plebeians, and between freemen and slaves. Later on, 
marriages between the emperors and close blood relatives occurred, but after 
all, they were thought of, by their own command, as gods themselves. 

Concurrent with the ancient Hebrew, Roman and Greek societies, there existed 
the contiguous Egyptian society. Marriage between brother-sister and 
father-daughter were exclusively practiced. Ramses II not only married two 
of his sisters, but also wed two of his daughters. 

During the Middle Ages in which the ascendancy of the Catholic Church burst 
like a mortalizing comet upon Western European civilization it became 
necessary to coordinate the marriage and sex laws. Ecclesiastical laws 
extended to incest as well as other phenomena dealing with sex and marriage. 
The Catholic Church prohibited marriage between blood relatives, between 
those related by marriage, between god-relatives or between relatives of 
illicit sex partners. 

It is interesting to note that these broad restrictions against marriage, 
especially prior to the thirteenth century, were not reflections of the 
people's attitudes. The purposes were, and implemented as such, for the 
church to obtain revenue from the sale of dispensations and to secure and 
retain the goodwill of the royal families of Catholic Europe who were prone 
to marry relatives. 

In the early nineteenth century, the rationale against incest was ethical 
and social as in the previous periods, but physiological reasons also arose, 
became especially prominent in the third quarter of the nineteenth century 
and still remain at the present time. 

In the United States, incest laws may vary from state to state. B.J. Oliver, 
Jr., in Sexual Deviation in American Society, writes: 

It is interesting to note that the Mormons practiced incest in this country 
until 1892, when both the incest and polygamy practices were outlawed by the 
Utah legislature. The relationship in and penalty for incest vary in the 
U.S. In twenty-one states it is illegal for first cousins to marry. In 
California an offender may be penalized for incest by a sentence up to fifty 
years in prison. 

In Nebraska a male parent if guilty of incest by a sentence of not less than 
twenty years, while in Virginia the offender is fined five hundred dollars 
or is sentenced to only six months imprisonment. 

Definition of the nature of incest varies from state to state, but in no 
state is the marriage between parents and children, between siblings, 
grandparents and grandchildren, uncles and nieces, and aunts and nephews 
permitted. 

In Freud's view, in every family, despite forces of cohesion, there are also 
inherent seething forces of disruption. Should there be imbalance among any 
family members, incestuous behavior could possibly occur and bring the 
family unit to the stage of complete chaos. 

Ever since Sigmund Freud's passion of mind dared to sweep away the cobwebs 
that obscured man's sexuality, educated and intellectual mankind has striven 
to better understand itself. With this theme in mind, the author has 
attempted, with this work, to shed a little more light on one of the great 
complexities of human existence. With faith that man's greater understanding 
of man will lead eventually to a better world and a more peaceful planet 
this study is humbly contributed. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The Opera Ball 

"I don't know what made me do it, perhaps I'd had too many schnapps, but I 
took my daughter, Simone in my arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. 
To my later horror, Simone responded. Pressing her body close to mine, I 
felt her ripe breasts-Sheila's breasts against me. In my drunken state 
Simone was Sheila. Sheila has come back to me, I thought as I ripped off the 
buttons that held the front of Simone's dress together. She did not offer 
the slightest bit of even token resistance; she just stood there, smiling, 
as I took those two gorgeous globes into my trembling hands and smothered 
them with kisses. 

"The next thing I was conscious of was that we were lying on the bear rug in 
front of the flaming fireplace and Simone was tearing at my fly with great 
fury. The more the old passion was aroused for Sheila, the more Simone 
became Sheila. I struggled out of my pants as Simone-Sheila lay on her back, 
delicately removing her silken panties and spreading her legs wide, at the 
same time reaching towards me with welcoming arms. I mounted her, my aching 
penis ready to burst. As I entered, I cried out in sheer ecstasy; I could 
feel the exquisite contractions of her cunt massage my throbbing penis. 

" 'Sheila! Sheila!' I shouted as I plunged my sex rod deeper and deeper into 
that golden crevice. 

"She cried out in return, 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' as I shot load after load 
of pent-up sperm into her. 

" 'What, Simone?' I cried as it suddenly and cruelly occurred to me that 
this was Simone, my very own, lovely daughter, I was so violently fucking. 
She was crying out 'Daddy' not in fear or repulsion but in absolute ecstasy. 
She wanted me, my own daughter was happily having an orgasm with her own 
father. 

"I suddenly felt nauseated and pulled out and returned to the sofa, where I 
sat down and poured a stiff belt of schnapps, which I quickly downed. 

"I looked at Simone, lying there on the bear rug, glassy-eyed, with a look 
of triumph and extreme satisfaction on her face. Her legs were still apart 
and her cunt hairs shone golden in the firelight. I saw the residue of my 
semen dripping out of her cunt and onto the fur of the rug. She was 
breathing very hard and obviously still was in an orgasmic state. I was sick 
with self-disgust. Simone smiled at me, rose from the rug and came and sat 
down beside me on the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulder and kissed me 
gently on the temple. I shivered and drew away from her, but she held to me 
even more tightly. 'Oh, Daddy,' she said in velvet tones, 'I've wanted you 
for so long.' 

"I was in no mood to be consoled. I, to my own sense of shame and as an 
offense to my own standards of morality, had committed the most horrible of 
all sexual offenses-incest! How could I, as drunk as I was, have been insane 
enough to imagine, even for an instant, that my seventeen-year-old daughter 
was my long dead wife, Sheila. I must have been mad-a fiend, the kind of 
monster one reads about in the tabloid newspapers. I just couldn't believe 
that I had been capable of such an awful thing. Simone was sitting there, 
telling me that everything would be all right, and that she had always 
wanted to have sexual relations with me, ever since she first became aware 
of her own sex-hunger. In my drunken state, I thought that since she didn't 
feel the least bit guilty about it, why should I? I staggered off to my bed. 
My sleep that night was haunted by the most erotic of dreams. 

"I awoke the next morning with a tremendous hard on. I wanted Sheila-oh, 
God! how I wanted Sheila. I suddenly realized that I wanted Simone! I ran to 
her room. Throwing open the door, I beheld my lovely daughter, lying 
spread-eagled on her bed, reading the morning Tagblatt. I saw that 
golden-tressed vagina smiling at me, and beyond that the two gorgeous mounds 
of her breasts, surmounted by those cherry-like nipples. Simone put the 
newspaper aside and said, in that velvet tone of hers, 'Come-lie down beside 
me.' 

"Numbly, guiltily, I did as she bid me. I still had this big erection, and 
it didn't take her long to work on it. As she gently tickled my balls with 
her delicate white hand, she placed her tongue against my throbbing shaft. 
It quivered with absolute delight. Conscience be damned, I thought. This is 
gteat, and I'm keeping it in the family. 

"Just as I was about to ejaculate, Simone abruptly ceased her tonguing 
titillation and swung herself up and over me, sitting down on my surging 
cock. I had no intention whatsoever of pulling out this time, that was for 
damn sure. Her vagina closed tightly around it and held it in almost a 
vise-like grip as she bounced up and down just as if she were riding a 
trotting horse. 

"I was in absolute ecstasy. I gazed up at her through half-closed eyes. Her 
beautiful tits were bouncing in contrasting rhythm to the movement of her 
torso. If I could've, I would have raised myself up until I could have sunk 
my teeth into those ripe nipples that bounced so enticingly before me. I 
felt surely, in my passion, my cock would burst or break off inside that 
beautiful hollow of pleasure. 

"Simone kept bouncing up and down with increasing abandon and her eyes-the 
pupils, that is-were rolling up beneath her eyelids. The area on her bosom 
between and just above her breasts was turning pinkish, one of the few 
genuine signs that prove without a doubt that a woman is experiencing 
orgasm. She was giving out short sighs, each one a bit higher in pitch than 
its predecessor. I was wild with the urge to come. When I could hold back no 
longer and finally released my surging juice, Simone gave out a groan of 
immense and total satisfaction. She collapsed atop me, burying her face in 
my neck and shoulders. She began to sob-not tears of heartache, but tears of 
happiness. She said that she was gloriously happy-the happiest that she had 
ever been in her life. I was happy, too, in that moment. I had never been 
able to recreate Sheila, and now here was Sheila in the flesh, Sheila's own 
flesh. I was, quite understandably, deliriously happy. 

"Simone was not yet satiated. After recovering from her tearful outburst of 
joy, she started to kiss me on the lips first and then commenced to work 
down the length of my body. I don't think there was a spot that she missed, 
not even the cracks between my toes. As spent as I was, I still felt the 
fires of passion stir within me. I felt a slight pain, like a sprained 
muscle in my balls and then I felt the first inkling that I might be able to 
maintain a second erection. My gaze fell upon Simone. She smiled and, 
scrunching down on the bed, she placed her face over my no longer dormant 
cock. 

"She was smiling as she took my cock into her mouth. The head of it scraped 
against her exposed teeth. It hurt kind of nice. As she started sucking upon 
it, I felt a twinge of pain. Her tongue felt like sandpaper, so sensitive 
was my cock's surface, but I didn't dare ask her to stop. I really was 
getting very, very hard again. Suddenly Simone threw her leg over my head 
and lowered her fragrant pussy onto my face. It was warm and drippy from our 
mutual ejaculation and emission. I began to use my tongue to agitate the 
lips of her vulva. It trembled in voluptuous response. Then I gently, with 
the tip of my tongue, massaged her tiny clitoris. She began to squirm with 
pleasure. I then wrapped my arms about her hips and pulled her down to me as 
close as I could. I began blowing into and then sucking back my own breath 
from her pussy. She wriggled and sucked even harder on my cock. Myself, I 
was sucking her so hard it was a wonder that her pussy didn't turn inside 
out. 

"She was going up and down on my cock so intensely that I thought any moment 
it would either catch on fire from the friction or be totally uprooted. It 
was so swollen and gorged with blood I was sure my veins and arteries would 
soon burst. Simone's perfect white teeth were delightfully tickling. 
Finally, unable to restrain myself, I came. It was a great gob of the hot 
stuff, not as much as my first salvo, but enough to cause poor Simone to gag 
a little. But she managed to contain it and herself. I heard her gulp and 
then eagerly swallow the essence of me. I could tell that she savored every 
sticky, sweet drop of it. 

"It was obvious that we had reached mutual orgasms. Once again she collapsed 
on top of me, but she managed to keep my cock in her mouth. I ejected the 
last few drops of sperm that it contained and as it began to go soft and 
shrink she still sucked it and rolled it around her mouth with her tongue. 

"We continued to play our erotic games until exhaustion overcame the both of 
us and we drifted off into a deep sleep that lasted until late that 
afternoon. I really began to feel that 

Sheila was once again back with me. When Simone and I were locked together 
and our secret passions blended until they were one, she became Sheila. She 
looked like Sheila, talked like Sheila and, by God, she even fucked like 
Sheila! 

"For the rest of the holiday season, Simone and I stayed holed up in the 
lodge. Christmas became an orgy for two. 

"I never worried much about Simone and other men. I was a very protective 
father, but I realized that my protectiveness had been just a mask for my 
incestuous jealousy. To put it into blunt words, I had always wanted Simone, 
since it first dawned on me that she was the image of her late mother. Only 
now did I become aware of my subconscious lust for my own daughter. It 
didn't take me long to reconcile myself to it, with considerable pleasure, 
as a matter-of-fact. We became inseparable from this time on. 

"One time in Vienna our delicious secret was discovered. In the Prater 
amusement park there is this gigantic ferris wheel. The people who take this 
thrilling ride enter individual little cars that somewhat resemble minute 
railway carriages. Simone and I were snuggled together in one of them on a 
cold November's Sunday. As we were reaching the apex of the ride Simone 
laughingly suggested that wouldn't it be even more thrilling if we could 
have some sex high above the rooftops of Vienna. I replied like the good 
sport I always considered myself, 'Sure-I'm game for anything!' Simone then 
got down on her knees between my legs and, drawing the heavy woolen blanket 
over her head, proceeded to unzip my fly. Her hands were a trifle cold and I 
jumped a bit as she pulled my cock out from its warm hiding place. She 
kissed the tip of it several times to entice it to a proper hardness. Once 
this was accomplished, she opened her mouth and let her lips surround its 
head and then descend down the length of its shaft. Then slowly she began 
sucking on it with a loving technique that she had so ably mastered. I felt 
it get bigger and bigger as she so industriously concentrated on her 
pleasure. I let my head rest against the back of the seat and succumbed to 
the thrilling experience. In fact, I was so engrossed in my erotic ecstasy 
that I was not aware that the big ferris wheel had stopped. 

"I was just in the process of coming into Simone's expectant mouth when the 
attendant opened the doors to the car. In alarm, I jumped up and so did 
Simone. The blanket dropped from her head and shoulders, and poor Simone 
looked directly into the faces of two octogenarian ladies who were waiting 
to board the car. Precisely at that instant I shot my load, catching Simone 
squarely in the face. Hastily returning my still erect cock to its proper 
place and still zipping up my fly, we dashed to a waiting cab that luckily 
was waiting nearby. Once safely in the cab and some distance from the 
Prater, we both started to laugh. 

"I said, 'Now I know what a person with egg on his face feels like.' 

" 'It isn't egg, darling,' Simone replied with an impish grin and reached 
for my lapel pocket handkerchief. 

"Life was beautiful for us. In the course of my operatic career, I sang 
guest performances in just about every opera house in German-speaking 
Europe. Simone was always by my side and in my bed. 

"I loved her body. Milk white and slim, she was the exact incarnation of 
Sheila. When I was with her it was like she was no longer Simone; she was 
Sheila. Her lovely breasts, so pure, so delicate, were delicious. And that 
glorious snatch, every inch of its sensuous lining, it was the cathedral of 
my heart. When I plunged my eager cock deep inside it, an angel sang and I 
was in heaven. One night when we were in Salzburg for the Mozart Festival, 
she came into my room. I was lying in bed, reading. She looked lovely. Clad 
in an almost transparent negligee, she approached me. I put my book aside 
and she lay down next to me. Her body was soft and trembling. I knew the 
passion that was raging inside her as she kissed me on the side of my neck 
just below my right ear and her hand slid down and through the fly of my 
pajamas. 

"The book dropped quickly to the floor as my cock responded to her touch. It 
got hard immediately. She ran her fingers up and down its length as its 
instantaneous growth forced it through the opening. Simone slipped off her 
negligee and sat there doubled over on the edge of the bed teasing my eager 
tool. I ran my trembling hand up and down her smooth back, my fingertips 
feeling the excitement rise in her body. 

"She shifted position in such a way that her pussy was right alongside my 
face. She then raised herself onto one elbow and, darting her head down with 
a swift motion, began sucking on my cock. She went down only an inch or so 
the first time. Taking her mouth from it, she looked up at me and smiled. 
She knew that I wanted it and wanted it badly, but she was in a mood to 
tease me. She went down again, this time a little farther and it was driving 
me crazy. 

"After a few minutes, I couldn't take the 'teasing' anymore and I speeded 
things up by grabbing her golden tresses and pushing her head down to my 
belly. She took the whole scene in stride. Her lips descended right down 
into my bush of pubic hair. My cock was so far down her throat that it 
started to bend-at least it felt like it was bending. She didn't choke or 
gag. She wriggled her head and the sensation was so great that it was all I 
could do to keep from coming right then. 

"As I fought back the urge to ejaculate I noticed her legs start to part. 
Her beautiful snatch was about a half-inch from my nose. Simone did not have 
a great amount of pubic hair so the pinkness of her vulva showed 
through-enticing me. Those precious lips were moist with love dew and looked 
delectable. I kissed those lovely lips and let my tongue slide in between 
them. As I agitated her clit with my probing tongue, she shivered with 
excitement and sucked harder on my cock. We rocked back and forth in this 
sixty-nine position with such strenuous movements that it was a miracle we 
didn't roll off the bed. 

"I could feel my cock swelling to its greatest capacity. The head of it was 
so big and gorged with blood that Simone could hardly keep it in her mouth. 
Every so often her teeth would scrape it and the pain was like being stung 
with a thousand bee-stingers. But, it was so exhilarating that I could only 
moan into her wet pussy. I felt her vagina contract around my tongue, 
caressing it like it were a small erect penis. She was having trouble 
catching her breath so I knew at any moment she was going to achieve orgasm. 
Simone, in orgasm, was something absolutely fantastic. Her whole being 
responded to nature's most gratifying gift. 

"First her body went rigid and she would throw her head back, eyes tightly 
screwed shut. Her mouth would be wide open, forming a perfect oval. Her 
cheeks would be flushed and her fingers would dig deep into whatever part of 
my anatomy she was clinging to. Her chest would heave as she sucked in 
tremendous amounts of air and she would start to wail-softly at first and 
then expand slowly to a full crescendo. It was a chilling experience to hear 
this almost inhuman sound emit from her throat. 

"I knew that this was about to happen once again so I pulled my face from 
underneath her and attempted to change position so that I could mount her in 
the proper way. I wanted to share in this jubilation. She let go of my cock 
with a loud popping noise and rolled over on her back, crossways on the bed, 
spreading her legs apart quickly. I thrust my cock home as soon as I was in 
the proper position to do so. It felt so good to slide it between those 
lovely moist lips. I managed to shove it back and forth a few times before 
she began her climax. 

"I was pumping and she was humping in perfect harmony as she started her 
long 'arpeggio.' I shot my load and it seemed that a ton of scalding hot 
semen forged its way out of my aching cock and balls. She pushed up tightly 
against me, her back arching away from the sheets as I pressed hard against 
her pelvis. It seemed as if she was sucking me dry. Her vagina, contracting 
tightly around my cock, finished the last massive thrust. 

"She stopped moaning and her whole body relaxed as I started to pull out and 
climb off. 'Daddy! Don't!' she sobbed. 'Leave it in just for a while.' 

"I let my tired cock remain where it was and we shifted onto our sides where 
we could be more comfortable. This also enabled me to take my tremendous 
weight off of her. I weigh in excess of 200 pounds and Simone is only five 
feet two and probably doesn't weigh more than one hundred and five, at the 
most. 

"We lay there, quietly locked in one another's arms for about twenty 
minutes. My cock had grown very soft and shriveled by this time, but 
Simone's vaginal area was still warm and moist. Every so often she would 
press up against me and I would get a slight tingle as her vaginal lips 
touched my sensitive head. 'Daddy?' Simone was looking into my eyes as she 
asked me this question: 'Would you put your cock into my rectum?' 

"I was shocked at this query. I replied with dismay that I was surprised 
that she would utter or even contemplate such an unnatural request. But, in 
thinking about it-it did seem like an exciting thing to do-it was the one 
place I had not been. Seemingly able to read my thoughts, Simone freed 
herself from my embrace and leaped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. 
Within seconds she had returned with a jar of petroleum jelly. Hurriedly 
twisting off the lid, she dug her slender fingers into the jar, scooping up 
a large gob of the lubricant. Her hand was so hot that the jelly was quite 
warm by the time she applied it to my cock, which was beginning to get erect 
again. 

"Once the jelly was liberally spread over the head and shaft of my stiff 
cock, Simone lay down alongside me and backed her butt up to my hip. I 
turned on my side and gently guided my cock between the cheeks of her ass 
with trembling fingers. 

"At the entrance to her bunghole, my first exploratory thrust was brought to 
an abrupt halt. It felt like my cock had rammed into a brick wall. 'I'm 
sorry, Daddy,' Simone said in a regretful tone of voice. 'I guess I am a 
little tense.' I tried it once more and this time her rectum opened up 
enough to allow some of the head in. It was tremendously thrilling. With her 
help, and a little time, I finally had my cock wedged deep in her shit 
shaft, at least as deep as her fat little buttocks would allow. 

"God, was she tight! No vagina in the world could be as tight as my 
daughter's ass-hole. I could tell by the way she was reacting that she was 
thoroughly enjoying this excursion into new sexual joys. I began to shove it 
in and out. Carefully, so as not to dislodge my precarious position I 
increased the thrusting movement. The petroleum jelly was a great help since 
the vaginal lubricants were missing in this area. 

"I reached my arm slowly around her tiny waist and, groping downwards, I 
found the entrance to her pussy. I agitated the lips of her vulva and the 
tiny clitoris that popped up in response to my probing. Simone was sighing 
with delirious pleasure. She said it felt like she were being fucked 'twice 
at the same time!' 

"We were both getting excited. It was all I could do to keep from coming 
prematurely. Simone was reveling in complete ecstasy and I was feeling 
pretty wonderful myself. Her rectal tube was completely relaxed ind my prick 
was sliding in and out with complete freedom. 

"Simone started to get rigid once again. I knew she was building up to a 
tremendous orgasm. My hand was agitation-plus in her sloppy-wet pussy and I 
thrust into her backside with all my force. Simone started to moan-it was 
almost a scream this time. 

"My sperm surged forth with force I would have thought myself incapable of. 
It roared into her ass-hole like a gushing flood. Perhaps the roar I was 
hearing was just my imagination, for I felt that a massive tidal wave was 
sweeping over me. I could barely catch my breath. 

"I took my hand out of Simone's cunt, for it was all I could do to hang on. 
She was wriggling in sheer ecstasy. I had hold of her tightly about the 
waist. She was backing her butt up to me with all her strength and I was 
pushing my surging dick into her with all the power I could amass. I was 
dizzy with the thrill of it all. She kept contracting her sphincter muscle 
with all her might. The muscular control there in the anal area was vastly 
superior to the vaginal counterpart. 

"By the time our mutual orgasm had subsided, we were covered with sweat. But 
we both felt deliciously wonderful. I started to go soft and Simone released 
me from my happy prison. 

My cock slid out with a slurping sound and lay sticky and dead-like against 
the inner part of my thigh. I looked down at it; my poor old cock was very 
red and very sore. 

"I rolled over on my back and Simone cuddled next to me, resting her head on 
my shoulder. Everything was still fuzzy around me and I did not want to 
break the beautiful silence with some banality. I felt too damn good. Simone 
remained silent also. She lay there, with her eyes closed and ran her finger 
around my left nipple. It tickled but failed to arouse me at all. 

"I lay there, one arm behind my neck, the other around Simone, who was 
sleeping like an innocent child. I contemplated my sore cock; it had been 
where no other cock had been before. I was delighted with my smug feeling of 
lustful triumph. I felt like I owned a part of Simone-and would own 
it-forever. It was a good feeling and I was enjoying every second of it. I 
wondered if Simone's anus hurt as much as my cock did. 

"She looked beautiful lying there, cradled in my protective grasp. The sweat 
on her body was drying now in the cool night air and tiny goose-bumps 
appeared on her flesh. I felt I should get up and close the window or at 
least pull the blankets up over us, but I didn't dare move as I dreaded 
being distracted from the wonderful feeling that I had. I looked at her 
lovely breasts. The nipples were still somewhat distended. They looked like 
the proverbial pink, ripe and succulent strawberries. I removed my arm from 
behind my head and reached down and caressed one of them. Simone stirred 
gently, a slight smile on her face as she turned and snuggled closer to me 
and, at the same time, extended a hand down to my cock. The coolness of her 
palm and fingers coming in contact with it was very soothing. I soon found 
myself drifting off into a restful and trouble-free sleep. 

"I awoke from a wildly erotic dream to find Simone jacking me off. I was 
fully erect and ready for action as she moved into a suitable position for 
fellatio. I was all for this. I went rigid with excitement as her warm moist 
lips surrounded my eager organ and with each descent my excitement 
increased. Her head was bobbing up and down at a fantastic rate, her golden 
curls flouncing around her head like a vibrating halo. 

"Simone's hair was hanging down in front of her eyes and I couldn't see her 
face. I reached down and, with stroking motions, brushed the hair back from 
her face. The sight was delightful to behold. Her lips, so pink and natural 
without lipstick, formed a perfect oval around my cock. The small globs of 
saliva glistened in the morning sunlight as they dripped from the corners of 
her mouth. Eyes shut, she was almost frowning with her abject concentration. 
She was working on me like a piston within a cylinder. I wanted to blow my 
nuts in the worst possible way, but I decided to hold back for a little 
while longer in order to properly relish this delightful and most gratifying 
experience. 

"She tried something new this time. At the very second that I felt I could 
no longer restrain myself, she would instinctively slow down and I would 
relax a bit and let the 'ejaculation urge' subside within me somewhat. We 
kept repeating this technique until I developed such a case of the 'stone 
aches' that I didn't dare hold back any longer. I shot my load with great 
force and relief. The hot sperm erupted into her mouth with such momentum 
that she almost gagged. But she kept on sucking until the last vestige was 
vacuumed from my cock. It felt like it would collapse inwardly. She greedily 
swallowed all of my ejection and rested her head on my heaving belly. 'Good 
morning, Daddy,' she said to me very sweetly, 'did you enjoy that?' I 
replied that I had, but not quite as much as I had enjoyed the experience on 
the evening before. 'We must try it more often,' she said. I answered that I 
would have some very special memories of Salzburg. She laughed and said, 
'Yes, let us refer to this exciting analistic activity as "The Salzburg 
Variations." ' I joined her and we arose and got dressed for breakfast." 

Before his suicide at the age of forty-eight, Hanns S-made a tape recording 
of his experiences which he submitted to a famous Viennese physician who was 
a close friend of his. The case history presented in this book is an excerpt 
from that tape recording and is presented verbatim from the pertinent 
segments. In the recording, Hanns tells his entire adult life's story, 
beginning with his marriage to Sheila. 

At the age of twenty-three, Hanns, who was just beginning his promising 
operatic career, was presented with a baby daughter, Simone. He and his 
wife, Sheila, had been very happily married-so Hanns believed-and he was 
thrilled with the prospect of being a father to such a beautiful child. His 
ambitious striving for stardom in the opera world was doubled by the 
responsibility of this new member of the family. 

Completely unaware of any lack of love between himself and the wife he 
adored, Hanns was stunned and incredulous when Sheila suddenly ran off with 
a Rumanian orchestra conductor, deserting him and taking their child with 
her. At this time, the child, Simone, was barely three years old, but it was 
obvious that, although she felt no love left for her husband, Sheila still 
cared for the child. 

Shortly after Sheila, her baby and her lover reached Bucharest, they were 
involved in an automobile accident which proved fatal to both Sheila and her 
lover. The little girl, who had been in the back seat, suffered only minor 
injuries. Hanns, reading of the accident in the local newspaper, contacted 
the Rumanian authorities, and rushed to recover his beloved daughter, the 
only remaining vestige of his broken marriage. 

Hanns, still very much in love with his wife's memory, tried to block out 
the fact that she had run off with another man. He grieved deeply and became 
extremely emotionally upset by her death. To him, her absence had been 
caused by death; there had never been a secret lover who had stolen her away 
from him. This short, but agonizing piece of his life, he pushed deep into 
his subconscious, acknowledging only Sheila's death. To Hanns, Sheila died 
his wife, the woman he worshiped and who loved him in return. 

As Simone blossomed into lovely young womanhood, Hanns could not help but 
notice that she bore more than a little-likeness to his Sheila. In fact, as 
young Simone grew, the resemblance became more and more noticeable, until 
Hanns began believing that Simone was almost a reincarnation of his dead 
wife. As this striking-likeness became more and more evident, Hanns became 
increasingly jealous of his daughter, and his attitudes towards her turned 
to extreme overprotection. 

Oddly enough, Simone found the fact that she was not permitted male 
companionship outside the home not in the least disagreeable with her. She 
had become completely devoted to her "poor widowed father" who remained a 
martyr in her eyes. She felt it was her duty to replace the woman who had 
meant the most in his life, and so she tried to become his wife in every 
way. 

Although the incestuous relationship between Hanns and his daughter Simone 
may shock and revolt many of those members of the civilized society who read 
about it, incest has been with us for centuries as an unacceptable form of 
sexual behavior. As the sexual barriers of today's permissive society are 
continually giving way to forces of the new breed, it is possible to 
forecast a more general awareness and, tragically even, a tolerance of such 
sexual practices. 

Although the act of incest is a crime in all fifty of the United States, the 
penalties for being convicted of this crime vary from state to state. So 
wide a variance is there in penalties for this crime, that in some of the 
fifty states the crime is on the books as merely a misdemeanor, while in 
other states it is classified as a felony with a penalty as great as twenty 
years to life. 

Often stepparents, having had sexual relations with members of their 
spouse's family, have been indicted and/or convicted of incest even though 
they are not related to the incestuous partner by blood. The extent and 
import of the crime, as has already been stated, varies from state to state. 
In some states, to marry a cousin is illegal, while in other states the 
relationship is limited to immediate family only. There are a couple of 
states in which the laws against incest are so stringent that any blood tie 
at all is enough to constitute incest. 

Children are usually the unwitting, though often willing, partners in most 
instances of incest. A child, feeling no sex guilt at an early age, may 
willingly participate in coitus or oral sex in an effort to please his 
parent, or possibly from fear of reprisals if he rebukes his parent's 
advances. Sigmund Freud's concept of "infantile sexualism" indicates that 
sexuality exists in the child and, therefore, it is indeed possible to 
develop this latent sex urge into overt action at just about any age or 
stage of sexual development. 

Alfred C. Kinsey, in the same vein, states the following: 

In most human cultures outside of our own, sex play starts, just as it does 
among the lower mammals, as soon as there is sufficient muscular 
coordination and any sort of social integration. Children as young as two or 
three may engage in some sort of play, and by five or six they may regularly 
engage in play which at least imitates coitus. 

Much of the play may amount to nothing more than inter-femoral or 
inter-labial intercourse (placing the penis between the thighs or the 
genital lips of the female) but vaginal penetration can be effected by some 
boys. Sometimes this play receives encouragement from adults. 

This is precisely what we have found among younger children of the more 
uninhibited segments of our own society. In some cultures pre-adolescent sex 
play continues without a break into adolescent and teen-age relationships. 
In other cultures there are social restrictions on the continuation of such 
play as adolescence approaches. In many primitive groups, and in some 
Asiatic and European groups including, for instance, some Mediterranean and 
Latin American groups, complete nudity and at least some open sex play may 
be allowed among younger pre-adolescent girls until they are five or six 
years of age. 

There are curiously mixed attitudes in our own country concerning coitus. 
Religious and legal codes, the psychological and social sciences, 
psychiatric and other clinical theory, and public attitudes in general, 
agree in extolling heterosexual coitus as the most desirable, the most 
mature, and the socially most acceptable type of sexual activity. 
Simultaneously, however, the religious and legal codes and much clinical 
theory condemn such activity when it occurs outside of marriage and thereby 
to a greater extent than most persons ordinarily comprehend, negate all of 
these claims concerning the desirability of coitus. Such conflicting 
appraisals of similar if not identical acts often constitute a source of 
considerable disturbances in the psychosexual development of youth. These 
disturbances may have a far-reaching effect upon subsequent adjustments in 
marriage. 

Let us now discuss a psychological problem which most psychoanalysts-and 
above all, Sigmund Freud, who first called the world's attention to it-have 
in the past, and still do to some extent, attach great importance to: the 
so-called Oedipus complex. This Oedipus complex is defined as a subconscious 
desire to "marry" the parent of the opposite sex, as well as an unrelenting 
jealousy of the parent of the same sex. 

In the case of Simone, the Electra complex (the female equivalent to the 
Oedipus complex) seems to be in full play since her desires toward her 
father are quite evident. Simone may also have experienced a hatred toward 
her late mother for having deserted her father, who she felt deserved the 
love and fidelity of his wife. She might also have suffered a deep rejection 
and thus assumed a need for revenge against the woman who had left her alone 
to assume the responsibility of caring for her idolized male parent. 

When Freud first put forth his theory, based on the ancient Greek play 
"Oedipus Rex," he drew an analogy between a son falling in love with and 
marrying his own mother, and all sons and mothers. Freud felt that there 
existed an unconscious desire within all people to hate the parent of the 
same sex and desire to possess" the parent of the opposite sex. This theory, 
first introduced to the world well over ninety years ago, was greeted with 
horror and disbelief by most of his contemporaries. Nevertheless, Freud 
further produced a more emphatic assertion of his doctrine. It was his 
belief that this Oedipus complex lay at the root of all primitive morality, 
and stated this in his Totem and Taboo. His theory was that guilt was the 
basis for religion and morality, and that this Oedipus complex is based on 
the concept that there is a strong and natural human tendency, appearing at 
a very early age, which causes individuals to have a sexual love for their 
own blood relations. 

It was Freud's contention that this natural desire for incestuous relations 
can only be overcome by strict rules and regulations-and through oppression 
by society. In other words, by severe repression whether self-induced or 
otherwise. Most experts agree that the free exercise of incestuous impulses 
would be disastrous for any kind of family order. These learned experts have 
been battling about this for years. It is Westermarck's theory that there is 
a definite natural instinct averse to incest; Freud holds that there is from 
infancy a strong natural instinct toward incest. Malinowski doesn't accept 
the "aversion" to incest as natural, but claims that it is introduced by 
culture, "a complex scheme of cultural reactions." 

Havelock Ellis surmises: "There is a sexual attraction towards persons with 
whom there is a close contact, such persons often being relations, and the 
attraction being therefore termed 'incestuous.'" This can be a comparatively 
weak attraction under normal conditions (exceptions noted) and, therefore, 
quickly overcome when a fascinating new object of desire from outside the 
family circle strikes the young beholder. In the case of Simone and her 
father Hanns, the exclusiveness of the opera world and the couple's mutual 
closeness, coupled with a complete lack of outside interests, created an 
atmosphere for incestual involvement. 

There is no natural aversion to incest present in this case since Hanns and 
Simone felt sexual urgings which were inverted. In Hanns' narrative, we will 
explore in concise detail the history and repercussions of incest in an 
unusual family of the artistic class. 

"I always held a great fear that someone who knew us might find out about 
the relationship that I was maintaining with my daughter. It was fear, not 
guilt, that prompted me to find a husband for Simone. No one knew anything 
for a fact-but there were backstage whisperings going on and I dreaded any 
scandal that would jeopardize my career-or hurt Simone. I was in a blissful 
state of existence. Simone and I were fucking just about every time we could 
arrange it. I did my level best to submerge my anxieties and accept life as 
it presented itself. 

"The life that unfolded for us was a series of beautiful sex experiences, 
travel, excitement and companionship. Then we settled down for a long stay 
in Weisbaden where I was fortunate to obtain a contract for the whole opera 
season. 

"I even started to teach. I had a pupil, a handsome and wealthy young 
American baritone who had come to Weisbaden to study. He seemed to be 
infatuated with Simone and I decided to cultivate this relationship, as he 
would present an ideal 'cover' and this would put an end to all these filthy 
rumors and gossip. Things went a little better than I had anticipated and 
Simone began to find him too interesting. But, I must say, when they came to 
me, together, and informed me that they wanted to marry-well, it was quite a 
shock. I managed to mask my emotions and give them my blessings, although I 
was just about dying inside. I consoled myself with the thought that this 
would fix those dirty minds around the opera house. 

"And it worked, for all intents and purposes. The beautiful wedding was well 
covered by the European and American press. I looked like the happiest 
father-of-the-bride in the world. The way I felt on the inside was a totally 
different story. 

"After the wedding reception, the couple stole away to their new apartment 
in order to leave for their honeymoon. By this time I was well oiled with 
champagne. Suddenly, I realized my horrible mistake! I grabbed the phone and 
called Simone, telling her I was desperately ill and needed her at once. She 
promised to come to me immediately. 

"Within minutes, she was at my door, still dressed in her white wedding 
gown; she looked like an angel. I was burning with passion and jealousy. I 
wanted her. My groin was on fire and my cock wanted to burn its way through 
my pants. I knew that I had to have her, at least one more time before that 
young pup violated her on their wedding night. 

"I seized her with all my brute strength and began to tear the wedding gown 
from her white shoulders. Her lovely breasts heaved into view, those 
gorgeous globes I had caressed on so many occasions, those delicious 
strawberry like nipples I had sucked and nibbled upon so many times with raw 
passion and lust. I smothered them with hot kisses like I had done hundreds 
and hundreds of times before. She started to protest and cried, 'No, Daddy! 
No!' But her voice sounded like someone far away. I paid her no heed as I 
bent her down to the floor without even realizing that she was scratching my 
face. I pushed the voluminous skirt up over her beautiful thighs and ripped 
the satin panties from her body. Her cunt, nestled in all that golden pubic 
hair I loved so much, lay there before me. It took less than an instant to 
inject my hot, eager penis into her reluctant slit. 

"I wanted to come immediately but decided to hold off forever if need be. 
Simone was trying to free herself from my grasp, but to no avail. I held her 
tightly and continued to push my swollen cock further and further into her 
glorious cunt. In spite of her protests, I could feel her respond to my 
passionate fucking. I felt the muscles in her thighs relax for a millisecond 
and then tighten once again as she locked them around my heaving buttocks. 
Her breath quickened and the sobs were less frequent. I chuckled inwardly, 
fully aware now that she was enjoying this as much as I was. 

"I shoved my aching cock in and out of that gorgeous golden-fringed vagina 
of hers. She was gyrating her hips in counter-rhythm to my own thrusting and 
heaving motions. I felt so good. I felt the sperm in my cock surge forward 
and struggle to free itself from its fleshy prison. I didn't know how long I 
could hold back, but I was trying with all my might to restrain myself. I 
was enjoying this more than I ever had before. Simone was now approaching 
orgasm-I could just 'feel' it. It would happen any second. As I gave a final 
gigantic lunge and began to shoot my load, Simone stiffened and arched her 
back, and began a slow moan which gradually crescendoed to a loud wail. Her 
mouth formed a perfect oval. I wished for a moment that I had two cocks, one 
for her mouth which looked so damned inviting. 

"My sperm shot forth with a throbbing, burning sensation that accompanied 
it. I felt it burst from the tip of my cock and smash into her eager, 
sucking cunt. It filled her crevice as she let out a sigh of satisfaction 
and slumped in my arms. I thought for a moment that she had fainted, but the 
small smile on her lips showed me she was just enjoying the aftereffects. 

"My cock was beginning to soften, so I pushed deeper inside. She pushed her 
pelvis hard against me in an effort to absorb every inch of my now relaxing 
penis. It felt wonderful. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders. 
We lay there on the floor in blissful silence. I thought to myself, Sheila! 
She is so much like Sheila! How can I let her go? 

"A gentle knock on the door brought us out of our reverie. I got up off the 
floor and quickly dressed. Simone made a dash for the bathroom. The caller 
knocked again, this time a little louder and I heard her husband's voice. 
'Just a minute,' I answered and, making sure I was acceptable in appearance, 
I proceeded to answer the door. 

"As he entered the hallway, Simone came out of the bathroom. She looked 
radiant and very happy. She ran forward and threw her arms around her 
husband and planted a juicy kiss on his lips. I felt a twinge of jealousy 
course through my body. It isn't fair, I thought to myself, that I will have 
to share her with this, this baritone! But I smiled bravely and sent them on 
their way. Simone threw a conspiratorial wink over her shoulder as they 
entered the elevator. 

"I watched the indicator of the elevator descend to G and then dashed back 
into my apartment. I looked quickly out the window and caught a glimpse of 
them entering the rear door of a big, black Mercedes-Benz. In a few short 
hours they would be in Venice and he would be enjoying the delight of that 
golden cunt. I felt sick inside. He had no right ... Sheila was my wife and 
Sheila had come back to me through Simone. 

"The two weeks she was gone on her honeymoon was a period of acute agony for 
me. I went around with a perpetual hard on. I tried balling one of the girls 
from the chorus, but did a lousy job of it. It just wasn't the same. I 
wanted Simone. I knew she wanted me also and that made the separation all 
the harder to bear. I began to resent the guy she had married. 

"The thought of her return was the only thing that sustained me during this 
period. I knew she would not desert her dear old father and that we would be 
together on many occasions. Nightly I have had delicious dreams of her 
glorious naked body standing there before me, beckoning me with arms 
outstretched. I would slide my aching and lonely prick between her 
throbbing, anxious thighs. My sheets were a mess, morning after morning, but 
I didn't care. Soon she would return-return in all her sensual splendor to 
me-her real love! 

"They were due back on this certain day so I telephoned their apartment. The 
maid answered the phone and told me that they had not returned yet. That 
struck me odd as Simone was a creature of absolute punctuality. I tried 
every day for the next week but received the same answer, "They haven't 
returned yet-no, I have not been informed of any details concerning their 
return.' I was mystified. 

"Then on a particular Sunday afternoon, I spotted them coming out of a 
restaurant in the Gartner Platz. I got held up by the crowd of people on the 
sidewalk and they hopped into a cab and sped away before I could call to 
them. It suddenly dawned on me that they had been back and had purposely 
been avoiding me. I was hurt and concerned. 

"The following morning I called their residence and, refusing to be put off 
by the maid, demanded to speak to Simone. After a waiting period that seemed 
like hours, she came to the phone. Her voice sounded warm and friendly yet 
strangely different. I told her how much I had missed her and that I was at 
a total loss as to why she hadn't informed me of their return from Venice. I 
asked if I could come over and see her. She said that her husband had gone 
to Stuttgart for a guest appearance with the opera there and wouldn't return 
till late that night. She was a bit hesitant in replying to my request but 
finally asked me to join her for a late supper. The tone of her voice was 
strange and unnatural, and I was perplexed. 

"Riding over to her place in the taxi, my mind was filled with erotic 
daydreams. How I longed for her sacred white body and that lovely cunt that 
was nestled amongst those hairs of spun gold. My prick ached with longing 
for the moist insides of that miraculous organ. In fact, by the time the 
taxi arrived at her door I had achieved an enormous erection that forced me 
to almost bend double to avoid displaying it through my pants to the group 
of dowagers lounging about the lobby of Simone's building. 

"The elevator ride up to her floor was the longest elevator ride of my life. 
I was in rapture anticipating our reunion. I knew she was longing for me, 
too. The fact that my son-in-law was out of town just suited me fine. I 
knocked at the door and Simone answered it promptly. She was wearing a 
lovely pink dress. Her breasts looked marvelous and the cleavage excited me 
immensely. She said, 'Hi, Daddy,' and I threw my arms tightly about her and 
drew her firmly against me. She felt the hardness of my prick as I held her 
tightly to me. For an instant, I thought I felt her stiffen and slightly 
recoil from my passionate embrace. I was sure that I was wrong. I was 
positive that she was longing for my familiar prick inside her as much as I 
was wanting it there. She gently freed herself from my intense grip and we 
walked into the dining room. A delightful little supper complete with 
champagne was laid out before us. As we ate I found it difficult to respond 
to the delightful tales she was telling me about her honeymoon. I could've 
cared less what happened between them. AH I thought about was burying my 
face between those marvelous breasts and shoving my aching prick up her 
wonderful slit. 

"We finished off dinner with a strawberry par-fait and I got sexually 
excited just watching the gobs of whipped cream seductively entering her 
mouth via the tiny silver dessert spoon. I wished that it were gobs of my 
own semen. 

"After we left the table, Simone retreated to her boudoir to freshen up. I 
followed her. She was standing in front of her dressing table applying fresh 
lipstick as I walked up behind her and reached my arms about her, seizing a 
voluptuous breast firmly in each hand. She relaxed for a brief second and 
started to half sigh and then suddenly pulled away from me a bit. 

"I asked, 'What's the matter, darling?' 

"She said, 'Nothing, Daddy, I'm really not in the mood.' 

"This was a strange thing for her to say to me, as Simone was always ready 
for me at the drop of a zipper. By this time I was in a sexual frenzy. I 
wanted her so badly that my erect penis was already dripping drops of hot 
sperm. She turned around to replace the lipstick on the dresser and I placed 
my arm around her waist, picked her up bodily and tossed her onto the bed. 
Before she could recover, I had slipped out of my trousers and undershorts 
and had dived on top of her. like I had done a hundred or more times before, 
I pushed her skirt up above her unyielding thighs and clumsily removed her 
panties. She was sobbing and crying out, 'Daddy, please don't! Please, oh, 
please, don't do it!' I smothered out her cry of protest with my shoulder, 
putting all my weight down upon her as I maneuvered my hips between her 
legs. 

My prick was surging with hot desire as I violently shoved it into her tight 
vagina. She let out a cry of pain as I plunged it brutally, with tremendous 
force. It felt so good. Simone sank her teeth deep into my shoulder muscle, 
but in my mad pleasure I did not even let it bother me. I was so happy, 
being once again in that well of delight and happiness-Simone's cunt. 

"As soon as I started to agitate my hard prick within her vaginal walls, 
Simone stopped struggling and I felt her coyly push her pelvis upwards to 
meet each passionate thrust of my joystick. She was beginning to enjoy it. 
It was at this moment that a particular thought disturbed me. Why was she so 
reluctant to engage in intercourse with me now? The only thing that had 
changed was that she had this oaf of a husband. We both had considered the 
purpose of this 'arranged' marriage, and had agreed that for all intents and 
purposes it was to stop the ugly rumors that were spreading from opera house 
to opera house about our relationship. As far as the outsiders knew they 
were just rumors, and we always managed to be quite discreet. Something must 
have happened on her honeymoon. I couldn't imagine what it was, but, 
whatever caused this change of feeling in Simone, I didn't like and I was 
worried. 

"All these thoughts flashed through my mind while I was fucking Simone like 
the very devil. I felt so warm and comfortable inside of her. It was like 
Sheila. Oh! How much she was like Sheila! 

"Simone was really beginning to writhe with pleasure. Her mouth was half 
open in that sweet-satisfied smile that always appeared prior to a 
delightfully anticipated orgasm. I was so happy that I was the one who was 
providing the rapturous experience. I was pumping madly, and the feeling 
that I was getting literally tickled my ass-hole. The sides of my prick were 
hot with the continuing friction and I could feel the head of it swelling to 
immensity. 

"God, that girl knew how to fuck! She was pushing into me with determination 
as every thrust hit home. I knew I was going to explode gobs and gobs of 
white, creamy, hot sperm in the very next minute. I held off as long as I 
could since the sensation was so wonderful-and it had been so very, very 
long since last I had indulged in this most sublime experience, "She arched 
her back in one large and final convulsion that almost lifted me into the 
air. I shot my fiery load into her with a mighty thrust that made my head 
swim. We were both a mass of sweat as we clung tightly to one another, 
almost swooning with delightful pleasure and release. This is the way it 
should be, I thought. 

"She had recovered her breath and was kissing my neck ever so lovingly and 
occasionally taking a playful nip at my ear. "That was nice,' she purred. 
'Can I have some more later?' 

"I knew it would take some time before I could muster up enough strength to 
accomplish a satisfactory repeat performance, so I suggested that we open 
another bottle of champagne. God! It was like old times. I was deliriously 
happy as I walked into the kitchen to remove another bottle from the 
refrigerator. 

"A few seconds later, I had returned to the bedroom with a glass of the icy 
bubbly in each hand. I sat down on the edge of the bed and handed one of the 
glasses to Simone. She raised up on one elbow and took the glass to her 
lips. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her lovely breasts with the 
cantaloupe-colored nipples hung down just a bit. At that angle they were in 
quarter profile and I could see that the tips of the nipples were still 
distended. I licked my lips as I felt the desire to kiss them once again 
come over me. 

"I bent down and let my lips encompass them, whirling my tongue slowly 
around the circumference. I felt Simone stiffen just a bit. She was still in 
a state of sexual arousal. I felt her body start to recline on the bed and 
heard the sound of her glass clink against the marble top of the bed stand. 
I switched to the other nipple. Simone was humming with pleasure. She spread 
her legs wide and started rubbing her vaginal area with her hand. She was 
getting very sexy and I knew that she wanted it again. But, I wasn't up to 
it as yet. I pushed her hand away with my own and allowed my fingers to 
enter her slit. It was warm, moist and sticky with our combined juices. It 
felt good and that was all that mattered. I continued sucking and tickling 
her nipples and she was moaning with sheer pleasure. This was the way it 
used to be, and there was no reason why it shouldn't continue. 

"I was in for a bit of a shock, though. I ache inside even now when I think 
of those few words that shattered my happy world completely. 

" 'I hope you are really enjoying this, Daddy, for this will be the last 
time we will ever be together like this.' I was thunderstruck, the words I 
was hearing shot through me with the stab of an icicle. 

"I asked her to clarify the words I had just heard. My almost erect cock had 
withered away again. She carefully explained, in words that I would refuse 
to understand, that we would no longer be lovers and that we would never 
meet again, except socially. 

" 'Is it because of your husband? Does he suspect?' I thundered these 
questions at her. 

" 'No,' she replied. 'It's just that things are not the same anymore. I 
allowed you to enter me for old times sake, and-because I love you. But, I 
only love you as my father now. I feel very guilty about our relationship. I 
have done a lot of thinking, and now that I have a husband-' 

" 'Enough!' I cried in rage. Before I had realized it, I was on top of her, 
straddling her with my naked legs, my cock and balls laid out across her 
heaving breasts. I was striking at her face with my fists. I had to stop 
those words from pouring out of her mouth. Not my Sheila! I would not let 
her leave me for someone else-no! Not again. I heard her voice sob out 
between my rain of blows. 

" 'I'm not Sheila, I'm not Sheila, I'm Simone-I'm not MOTHER!' 

"I stopped my flailing fists in mid-air and then felt something strike 
against the side of my head. I lost consciousness. 

"When I came to a few minutes later I was still on the bed, my head resting 
against a blood-soaked pillow. I looked around for Simone; she was still in 
the room, standing at the foot of the bed, standing by her husband, crying 
softly into his shoulder. He had one arm wrapped around her, and though he 
gripped her tightly, it was trembling. In the other he held a slightly 
bloodied brass candlestick. 

"Suddenly, it dawned on me! She loved him! My beloved loved him! No more 
would we know such moments of erotic bliss. No more would I know the 
experience of warm, loving lips pressed against mine. No more would I enjoy 
plunging my flaming prick into that beautiful slit. That slit that was the 
answer to all my dreams of loneliness since Sheila went away. She would 
never come to me again. I was alone again-so goddamn alone. I hadn't lost 
her-I had given her away. I watched them slowly and sadly walk out of the 
bedroom and out of my life." 

Hanns' confusion and inability to differentiate between Sheila and Simone 
posed a peculiar problem. In the beginning, owing to his intense loneliness, 
he was able to fantasize his daughter as Sheila. As Simone grew into young 
womanhood and developed into almost a reincarnation of her late mother, her 
father developed a strong sexual desire for her. When his senses were numbed 
by drink, this strong subconscious urge resolved itself into action. The 
fact that Simone was responsive and quite willing to engage in and even 
encourage this incest makes us a bit curious about her underlying 
motivations. Being the daughter of a fairly famous personage, she was 
exposed to women of all types who were willing to throw themselves at her 
father's feet, much less his bedroom door. Naturally, she probably felt the 
bitter pangs of jealousy. 

None of the young men she knew or grew up with could match her father for 
charm or virility or fame. Many a pre-adolescent daughter has said, "When I 
grow up, I'm going to marry Daddy!" But this feeling usually stops at the 
age of eight or nine years. Simone carried it throughout adolescence, and it 
got out of control. When Simone matured enough to look around for a sex 
partner of an unrelated type, close to her own age, she no longer desired 
her paternal image. 

Little more is known about Simone. Unfortunately, her marriage did not work 
out and, within three years after her father's death, she divorced her 
husbnd and drifted into obscurity. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Two For One ... Is Good Odds 

"Millie lay close to me. The voluptuous curve or her warm buttocks pressed 
close against my pelvis. The touch of her hot flesh against my prick caused 
it to get hard immediately. My lips were pressed against the back of her 
neck. It was sweaty and the saltiness of the drippings stung my tongue and 
aroused me to even greater heights of sexual ecstasy. 

"My hard rod was moving into the crevice of her ass. As the head of it 
brushed against her rectum, I felt it tighten in a defensive reflex action. 
I shivered with delight. The head of my probing penis had reached the 
entrance to her moist little cunt. Her pubic hairs were like small wires, 
almost like tiny electrical filaments that transferred minute shocks to my 
eager and anxious prick. 

"Millie spread her legs instinctively, though she was still asleep. My prick 
entered her vagina, slowly at first and, as the warm walls surrounded it, 
plunged fiercely into the remaining cavity. She gave a start as my tool 
banged against the tip of her womb. Her hand slipped down and patted my ass 
reassuringly. I knew, once again, that I was very, very welcome. She then 
pressed her buttocks tightly against me and began to gyrate her hips. I 
reached my arms up under her armpits and clung to her shoulders. I felt the 
blood surging into my penis and the sperm struggling to rise from its 
mysterious reservoir. 

"She was becoming fully aroused and the rapidity with which she manipulated 
her glory hole was tremendously exciting. It was all I could do to keep from 
ejaculating right then and there. But I knew that Millie would be terribly 
disappointed if I left her hung up. She did, for a fact, get extremely ugly 
the last time I went off a bit prematurely. 

"I could feel her breasts pressing against the insides of my forearms as her 
breathing accelerated. I buried my face into her hair and gently bit the 
back of her neck. She began to writhe frantically with pleasure. Both our 
bodies were covered with sweat and it was insufferably hot under the 
blanket. I managed to kick the blankets off and, in doing so, uncovered 
Monica who was sleeping to the other side of me. She muttered something 
about it being cold and drifted back to sleep. 

"I was plunging wildly into Millie's luscious cunt. I could feel the head of 
my cock swelling. Oh God, how I wanted to come! I couldn't hold it back any 
longer and with a moan, I released the hot stuff into Millie's hungry, pink 
pit. Millie went rigid for a brief second and seized my hands in hers. I 
knew that she had reached complete and satisfactory orgasm at that instant. 
I had an immediate sense of well-being. 

"My hot tool was spurting like a runaway fire hose. Millie pushed her butt 
tight up against me with one final spasm of ecstasy. I felt a slight burning 
sensation as I shot the final drop of semen into her. She contracted her 
vaginal muscles which sent shock waves through my body from my quickly 
softening prick. With each contraction I jumped a bit, which disturbed the 
sleeping Monica. 'Oh, Dad,' she muttered with a discomforting tone to her 
voice, lie still. I can't sleep with you jumping about like that.' Monica is 
Millie's identical twin. They look so very much alike that I can never 
really tell them apart, which sometimes causes me a problem. 

"My prick slid out of Millie's crack. It was still semi-hard, but I was in 
no shape whatsoever to continue. I rolled over onto my other side and 
reached over Monica to the nightstand and grabbed my cigarettes and lighter. 
I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. Millie was snuggled close to me, 
her head buried in my armpit. Monica was lying close to me, also. Monica 
looked like she was asleep, but, I somehow thought different. The moonlight 
was bright and I could see her features outlined very distinctly in the 
dimness. Her eyelashes occasionally fluttered. My suspicions were fully 
justified; she was completely awake and only feigning slumber. She probably 
was a silent witness to her sister's recent sexual activity. 

"I turned my head until I was facing her. She looked so very beautiful, the 
silver moonlight reflected on her face. In many ways, she was much more 
beautiful than her sister Millie. Their personalities were quite the 
opposite, also. Millie was a bit of a 'hoyden', while Monica was very 
sophisticated and outwardly more sensuous. Indulging in a mischievous 
impulse, I sucked in a mouthful of smoke and blew it into her face. The 
reaction was instant! Monica bolted to an upright position, coughing and 
sputtering. Then we both laughed. 

" 'You imp,' I said, 'you were awake all the time.' 

"She giggled. 'I got so horny lying there, listening to you two fucking away 
so happily, I was hoping you'd be able to save some for me. But, from the 
way you groaned, Timagine that you are completely spent?' 

"I replied, 'Almost,' and chuckled. 

"Monica said, T bet I can get you hard again.' 

"I was intrigued and took up her challenge. Throwing back the bedclothes, I 
exposed my nude body to her lecherous eyes. She lifted herself on one elbow 
and pressed her head close to my chest and let her moist tongue dart in and 
out as she moved stealthily over every ticklish spot on my torso. I felt a 
tremor of response from my genital area but I knew damned well that she 
would have to do a lot more to get me aroused enough to shoot off another 
load. 

"Her nose was brushing against my pubic hair and the feeling that I sensed 
from her warm breath against my still wet cock was exhilarating. She took my 
tired tool between her long, slim fingers and, stretching it out, gently 
allowed her lips to encompass it. I was beginning to respond. The warmth of 
her wet lips around it made me tingle all over. God, I thought to myself, 
how lucky can a guy get? 

"By then, I was quite hard and any second I would be ejaculating my last 
reserve of hot sperm into that lovely little mouth of hers. I could feel 
myself coming already. I stiffened my body as I thrust my hips upward so 
that all my cock would be in her mouth as I shot my load. As I raised up off 
of the bed, Monica's hands grabbed me by the buttocks and held me in 
position as the hot, creamy goo shot into her oral orifice. I moaned with 
pleasure as she made those delicious gulping sounds. Monica liked sucking 
cocks more than anything and I would have been the last one in the world to 
object. 

"I was sure that she had reached orgasm during this act, as she was 
breathing very hard at my climax. She lowered my buttocks back to the 
bedsheet and collapsed with her lips still around my shrinking cock. She had 
swallowed every last drop of sperm. 

"I could see that Monica was exhausted and would soon be in a deep satisfied 
slumber like her sister Millie. I was also pretty pooped after this 
double-header and longed for the quiet solitude of my own bed. I quietly 
arose and, tiptoeing out of the bedroom and down the hall, entered my own 
bedroom and, sliding very quietly between the sheets, settled down for a 
satisfied night's sleep. In doing this, I was very careful not to wake the 
wife. 

"Marge stirred her gross and repugnant body as I so quietly settled down 
next to her. Oh, how I wished we had had twin beds, but that would have lost 
me the whole kettle of fish. I just hoped with all that I had in me that she 
wouldn't get sexy as she sometimes did late at night. I had not stuck my 
prick in her for almost three weeks. It was getting more difficult to have 
sexual relations with her, especially since I'd been fooling around with 
those two Venuses down the hall. Besides, Marge was fat and ugly and her 
breath perpetually smelled of gin. 

"I turned my back to her and quickly dropped off to sleep with visions of 
voluptuous sex dancing through my head. I was beat but I surely felt 
magnificent. 

"The next morning, I hummed with happy satisfaction as I took the 8:40 to 
the city. I was still humming up to the moment that my secretary informed me 
that J. M. wanted to see me in his office. J. M. was Marge's father, the 
president of the agency and my boss! He was a nice guy and a smart 
businessman; so smart, in fact, that he had conned me into marrying his fat, 
widowed daughter in return for a vice-presidency in the firm, a home in 
Westchester and $45,000 a year. In the beginning, I had thought that I had 
made the coup of the century. Now I would be willing to trade the whole mess 
for an office boy's salary-except for a couple of things-Millie and Monica, 
my two over-sexed stepchildren who were the saving grace. 

"What J. M. had to tell me came as a shock. I was being transferred to Los 
Angeles to try to save a failing situation with the agency's branch there. I 
couldn't very well refuse and the thought of getting away from Marge was 
certainly a pleasant one, but I couldn't bear the idea of leaving the girls. 
It certainly was an anguishing situation. I downed quite a few martinis in 
the club car on the way home that evening. Then I had a marvelous idea-why 
not take the girls with me? I was sure they'd enjoy a trip to the coast. 
Then I nixed it; Marge would want to come, too. 'Well,' I said gulping down 
the last martini as the train slowed to a stop at my station, 'I will 
certainly think of something.' 

"Monica thought of it for me. She had always been interested in the theater 
and, to her, Los Angeles meant H*0*L*L*Y*W*0*0*D! and she saw that this was 
the perfect way to get launched as a movie starlet. She suggested coming out 
to the coast with me and said that she would be of so much use to 
me-hostessing formal dinners, maintaining the apartment and other things 
that, of course, we could not mention to Marge. Monica's enthusiasm broke 
down her mother's reluctance and, a week later, United Flight No. 344 
carried a very happy couple to the City of the Angels. 

"The agency had leased a lovely two-bedroom apartment on Wilshire Boulevard 
for us. When Kearns, the manager, showed us through the unit he expressed 
great pride in the layout. Monica expressed great delight in what was to be 
her room, but inwardly we felt very smug in the inner knowledge that we both 
carried-there would be very little sleeping done in it, unless we desired a 
change of scene. 

"So we quickly settled into our nice, new environment and it was just 
delightful. It was such a great relief not to have to return to my wife's 
unhappy bed every morning. Monica enjoyed it, too. She mentioned, and I 
hadn't noticed until then, that she resented having to share me with Millie; 
so we had a beautiful sexual ball. 

"One late afternoon when we had returned from a delightful day at the beach, 
I was feeling quite horny after watching Monica running around the beach in 
a mini-bikini, followed her into the shower. She looked magnificent. The 
suds were running down over her well-tanned body. Little rivulets of the 
soapy stuff was coursing down the cleavage of her gorgeous breasts and 
collecting in the bush of pubic hair that covered her sweet little cunt. 

"Quickly stripping off my trunks, I jumped in the shower with her and, 
grabbing a washcloth, began washing her back. She responded by pushing her 
buttocks into my groin. That gesture made my cock begin to stiffen 
immediately. Suddenly, she turned around and, dropping down on her knees, 
seized the washcloth from my trembling hand and began to wash my cock and 
balls. The sensation was really something! After getting it thoroughly 
soapy, she moved back and allowed the shower spray to rinse it completely. 
Then, taking it gently in one delicate hand, she began to suck on it slowly 
at first, but gradually increasing tempo until I thought I would blow right 
there. 

"If you could imagine the thrill of the whole act being done in that steamy 
shower-Monica's golden body glistening with streams of silvery water 
cascading down and her head bobbing rhythmically as she hungrily devoured my 
throbbing cock. Her nipples were distended and pressed against the front of 
my thighs which caused me even more excitement. I was unable to hold back 
ejaculation any longer and I let the hot sperm burn its way out of its 
prison and shoot with great passion into that gentle mouth. Monica tensed 
for just an instant as the hot stuff surged into her mouth, almost gagging 
her. My darling didn't even miss a stroke, though, and she sucked out every 
drop. My knees became very weak after this and I had to hold onto the shower 
faucet handles in order not to collapse. 

"Monica spit out the gobs and gobs of sperm and we both watched the spray 
force them, like tiny white snakes, through the holes in the metal drain in 
the stall floor. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other briskly. 
We both felt very happy. As soon as we were dry, I picked her up and carried 
her to the bed, where I carefully laid her down on the crisp lavender 
sheets. She looked so beautiful, lying there with her legs spread apart, the 
golden fluffy hairs of her cunt glistening in the light of the setting sun. 
I felt my tongue and lips quiver with excitement as I contemplated 
cunnilingus with that heavenly genital. 

"I lay down at the foot of the bed and inched my way up towards her until my 
face was just above her crotch. She reached down and placed both hands on 
the back of my head and gently, but firmly, pushed my face into her golden 
bush. It smelled so clean and fresh. 

"It tasted even better. As I slid my eager tongue in between those delicious 
cunt lips, she writhed with pleasure. I felt her back raise from the sheets 
as she drew close to orgasm. My cock had been sucked dry, just a few moments 
before, but it stirred once again in response to the erotic stimulation I 
was receiving. I darted my tongue back and forth with fierce motions and she 
reached climax within seconds. Her fingers gripped my hair and I thought she 
would tear it out by the roots. I wanted to yelp, but in order to do so I 
would have had to stop sucking that magnificent vagina. So, bravely I 
persevered and continued the stimulation that was driving Monica wild with 
ecstasy. 

"That's just about the way my sex life with Monica went during the first few 
months out in sunny California. Monica wasn't the only chick that I balled, 
but, in the homestretch, she certainly was the best of them all. You see, 
the girls of Hollywood are in a class by themselves. Very few of them have 
the outward sophistication of their New York sisters. 

"Monica had met Valerie in one of the casting offices. like Monica, she was 
an aspiring actress. I had heard a lot about her from Monica, but didn't 
realize from her description that Valerie was the magnificent redhead that 
stood at our door early on a particular Saturday morning. Monica had gone 
shopping and I was lounging around in pajama bottoms with my first martini 
of the day, when the doorbell rang. I opened it and this absolute vision of 
loveliness was standing before my eyes. 

"Quite naturally, I invited her in and asked her to sit down. I then hurried 
into the bedroom and slipped on a robe. Returning to the living room, I 
asked her if I could help her. She said that she had driven into town that 
day-she lived out in Simi Valley-and dropped by to see if my Monica would 
like to have lunch and see the fashion show at Bullock's. I told her that 
Monica was out but would return shortly and invited her to wait. I sat 
across from her, holding my martini in my hand and noticed that she was 
eyeing it hungrily. I asked her if she cared for one and she accepted. I 
went over to the bar and fixed her a very dry double. As I handed her the 
drink, I noticed that she was staring intently at my midsection. Glancing 
down, I embarrassedly noticed that my robe had come open and my fly was open 
also-and my big cock was hanging out in plain view. I covered up quickly but 
couldn't help but notice an amused grin flash across Valerie's beautiful 
face. 

"When those delightful lips of Valerie's parted in that impish grin, my cock 
reacted just as if those lips had flown down and kissed it right upon its 
swelling head. I instantly became aroused. I hadn't had a strange piece of 
ass in months. I had a strange feeling that my guest was easily seducible. I 
could have been wrong, but it certainly was worth a try. I sat down 
alongside her on the sofa and 'accidentally' let my robe once again come 
open. My cock was now quite erect, and she obviously noticed it, but 
pretended to ignore it. 

"I moved in as close as I could get to her, placing my arm behind her 
shoulders. She didn't move away from me or offer any resistance to my 
obvious move, so I bent my head over and gently kissed her behind the 
ear-she smelled of delightful perfume. She immediately hurled her head 
backwards so that I could allow my kisses to explore their way down the 
length of her neck and into the hollow of her shoulder. While doing this I 
could feel and hear the quickening of her breath; she responded quite 
quickly. With one movement she placed her empty glass on the table and then 
grasped my hard cock in her soft white hand. The effect of her touch on my 
burning sex organ caused me to bite hard into her shoulder. She didn't 
flinch or scream at the severity of my bite. In fact, she sort of 
sighed-excitedly. 

"Before I could catch my breath, she had bent down to where her lips could 
encompass the swollen head of my aching cock. The coolness of her lips and 
tongue gave me quite a start. I quickly leaned forward and undid the belt of 
my robe. A quick shrug of my shoulders left me completely naked. It made 
quite a scene-me in complete nudity and Valerie-well dressed and dripping 
with expensive jewelry. 

"I leaned back in complete ecstasy as she allowed her mouth to descend on my 
tool. Her hands, now free, rubbed my body with passionate pressure. She was 
enjoying performing the blow job as much as I was enjoying being blown. She 
increased the suction and agitation to such an extent that my feet were 
pounding the floor with the rhythm of a bongo player. I reached forward and 
placed my hands into the top of her dress. Valerie was not wearing a bra, 
much to my delight. In an instant my hands had cupped two deliciously firm 
breasts. I could feel the erect nipples pushing their way into the palms of 
my hands. Her breasts were already dripping with sweat. I knew that I must 
plunge my horny cock into that vagina, that must be full of erotic 
anticipation, very quickly. If I did not do it directly, I would waste a 
massive dose of come in her mouth. I wanted desperately to kiss those 
sucking lips as my hard cock shot the hot juice into the crevice that God in 
his infinite wisdom had ordained as the natural receptacle. 

"I, in spite of my exultation accompanying ejaculation, was a bit 
disappointed at having shot my load into that lovely mouth. Just seconds 
before I was contemplating exploring the depths of that unknown orifice 
known as Valerie's vagina with my sensitive prod, and then, like some eager 
teenager, had wasted a lot of stored up sperm that certainly could have been 
preferably used elsewhere. 

"I lay there, breathing hotly and feeling the sweat run off my face and down 
my neck. I wondered what to do next. Valerie solved that problem for me 
quickly. She raised up from my shrinking cock and kissed me with wide open 
mouth squarely on the lips, spitting my still warm sperm directly into my 
own mouth. I gagged and then retched, freeing myself from her tight grasp 
and fled to the bathroom. 

"The tinkling sound of amused laughter followed me in my flight. That 
mischievous imp, I thought to myself. I could strangle her with my bare 
hands! By the time I had gargled and calmed down, all thoughts of violence 
had left me. While I was in the bathroom, Valerie had taken the opportunity 
to disrobe, and the vision of sheer naked loveliness that greeted me upon my 
return wiped away any feeling of animosity I may have previously 
entertained. She was extremely beautiful. Titian-haired and with skin like 
the finest ivory, she stood before me, holding out a fresh martini. 'I'm 
really sorry,' she cooed, 'I couldn't resist doing that. You looked so 
smugly satisfied.' I took the drink from her hand, all the time fixedly 
staring at a pair of the most magnificent breasts that I had ever beheld in 
all my forty years. 

"Her waist couldn't have been any more than twenty-two inches in 
circumference. She looked exactly like a Gibson Girl sans corset. I almost 
gasped with delight. I would venture to guess that her bust and hip 
measurements were 38 and 36 inches, respectively; and she was a natural 
redhead for sure, as her curly pubic hairs matched exactly that which grew 
so abundantly above. 

"Needless to say, by the time I downed my drink, I was raring to have a go 
at that delicious body. Valerie didn't need any coaxing, either. We flopped 
together in a mad tangle on the still unmade bed and, within seconds, my 
rigid cock was searching the moist, pink lining of her tight little cunt. It 
felt wonderful. My cock was still sensitive from the tremendous sucking that 
it had received shortly before and it responded to each tiny convulsion that 
occurred in the depths of Valerie's well of pleasure. 

"Valerie was a moaner. Loud groans of delight poured from her sensuous lips 
during the progress of our frenzied copulation in such volume and excited 
pitch that I was sure the neighbors would think a grisly murder was 
occurring there. But I found out that the wealthy occupants of our building 
were a swinging and extremely cool group of people. 

"I lunged deeper and deeper into her glory hole and I felt each vaginal 
convulsion increase as I built up the rhythm. She was quickly approaching 
orgasm. The moans decreased and finally became mute pantings. Her mouth was 
open. As she achieved climax, she dug her long fingernails into the flesh of 
my shoulders and arched her back. I gave a final great push forward and shot 
my load. Valerie sighed and held herself rigid as my hot cream surged into 
her. It felt wonderful. 

"We lay there in each other's arms, enjoying the musky, sweaty closeness of 
our bodies until it suddenly dawned on me that Monica might be returning 
momentarily. I suggested that Valerie might want to take a quick shower or 
freshen up a bit. After several searching kisses, we parted and she 
disappeared into the bathroom as I hurriedly dressed and went into the 
kitchen to warm up the coffee. 

"When Monica returned a few minutes later, with armfuls of groceries, she 
found two well-dressed individuals seated in the living room, making polite 
small talk and sipping coffee. As Monica sauntered into the kitchen to 
unload the groceries, she tossed a comment over her shoulder. 'You two 
getting to know each other by now?' I almost spewed my coffee. Valerie stuck 
her tongue out at me. After a few minutes Valerie left and Monica started 
lunch. As we sat at the table, I played with my food. I really wasn't very 
hungry. Monica looked at me with a worried expression. 'You look so awfully 
tired, darling. I think you should spend more time in bed on Saturday 
mornings.' 

"Monica was spending more and more evenings away from home. This gave me 
more time to be with Valerie. She took to coming over two or three times a 
week. I am sure that Monica knew what was going on. Just how sure, I didn't 
find out until sometime later. Sex with Valerie was great fun, except a 
little bit of sadism lurked in her otherwise gentle nature. She was always 
trying out something new, like performing a bizarre version of analingus on 
my ass-hole. The sensation was terrific. And more than once I shot my load 
between those two gorgeous tits of hers." 

The case of the twins, Millie and Monica, is an unusual one since the male 
parent is a stepfather, and more than one daughter is involved. It is also 
interesting to note that the stepfather rationalizes his extramarital 
incestuous sexual situation to suit his own standards of morality. Since 
there was an obvious sexual incompatibility with his wife whom he found 
sexually repulsive, the stepfather's thoughts turned to the charms of his 
two teen-aged stepdaughters. 

We must also consider the morality of Millie and Monica in connection with 
this menage a trois. Both girls are quite lovely, young, and extremely 
responsive to their sexual yearnings. Their natural father died when they 
were about to enter adolescence, and a true father-daughter relationship was 
thwarted before it had strengthened in the teen years. The girls, accepting 
their relatively young-forty-and charming stepfather, grew jealous of their 
mother's possession of him. Out of feelings of envy, as well as from sexual 
drive, the girls entertained ideas of the seduction of their handsome 
stepfather. 

Although it had not been mentioned in the text of the stepfather's 
narrative, Jerry M-, the subject, is very nearly an alcoholic, finding 
himself more and more dependent upon that one martini. The frequency of his 
martinis became quite alarming, but did not seem to encroach on his sexual 
abilities. 

In Psychopathia Sexualis, Richard von Krafft-Ebing reports several cases of 
incest between fathers and daughters. In all but one, alcoholism was listed 
as a contributing factor. This is present in the Millie-Monica case. Whether 
alcohol or alcoholism is symptomatic of a deeper underlying pathology 
remains to be proven, and would be a fertile area for further scientific 
investigation. 

In investigating the background of Jerry M-we find that he is the only child 
of a widowed mother. The mother, a devout church-goer, impressed on her son 
that sex was animalistic and dirty and that to be a "true image" of God, he 
should always dwell on purer subjects than those of a carnal nature. 
Following the natural resultant pattern, young Jerry devoured every sex 
encyclopedia, comic book, trashy novel and any other example within reach of 
his youthful fingers. The outcome was first an obsession about sex and, as 
he reached maturity, an obsession with sex. In fighting the guilt sense 
instilled in him from childhood, he created a mental block which allowed him 
to assume a guiltless attitude with regards to any sexual activity. 

Monica, more so than Millie, presents evidence that she was afflicted with a 
mild nymphomania. Monica's desire to displace her mother in her new father's 
life is a common enough occurrence in cases where the seduction of the 
father is instigated by the daughter. 

Krafft-Ebing cites several cases where a nymphomaniacal person initiated 
sexual relations with a blood kin: 

Thoinot reports a case of a nymphomaniac (age 44) who made an attempt at 
suicide on account of unrequited love to her own son, 23 years old. She 
pestered him with kisses and caresses, tried one night to force him to 
coitus, which he refused. Other similar attempts followed with periodic 
spells of insanity. When all efforts failed she made an attempt on her own 
life.... 

Another case, reported by Tardieu, is still more horrible. A chronic 
nymphomaniac mother, apparently homosexual, often masturbated her little 
daughter, 12 years of age, for hours in the middle of the night, in the 
vagina and the anus. During that time she was highly excited. 

It may, therefore, be assumed that the aggressor in most cases such as this 
is the nymphomaniacal partner, who is generally the instigator of these 
acts. It would be interesting to determine whether or not either Millie or 
Monica actually seduced the stepfather while he was in a drunken state. 
Until we delve further into the background of Jerry M-, this question may 
remain unanswered. What may be assumed is that the case, although it 
presents several classic aspects of incestuous behavior, is atypical in that 
nymphomania and alcoholism are representative syndromes underlying 
pathologies. 

"Life went on quite pleasantly for a while, until my wife phoned 
long-distance from New 

York and said that she missed me tremendously and was hopping a plane out to 
L.A. the following Friday. She also said that she was bringing Millie with 
her. This was a nice surprise, but I had to do some quick thinking about 
what to do with Valerie. The sexy redhead had been spending more nights with 
me than she had been spending in her own home. 

"Monica had finally found out to just what extent Valerie and I had been 
carrying on and it didn't trouble her in the least. In fact, one evening 
when I had thought she was safely on her way up to Big Bear, she walked into 
my room and caught me fast in the saddle with Valerie. She giggled, 
immediately stripped for action and hopped in bed with us. I was so 
stimulated by this troisieme, that I fucked one then the other with fierce 
repetition for the rest of the night. Where I got the endurance, I don't 
know, but if a sperm transfusion were available, I would've paid any price 
for it. I balled till my cock was red and sore. When I didn't have it in one 
of their cunts, it was in one of their mouths. My tongue and lips were 
rather fatigued also by the end of the wonderful ordeal. 

"I told Valerie that we'd have to play it cool while my wife was in town, 
which, of course, was all right with her. She even suggested that if things 
got too crowded, I could hide out at her place. Even though I was rather 
cold to the idea of Marge barging in unexpectedly, the delicious thought of 
having Millie around made my whole body tingle with anticipation. 

"Even though Millie was Monica's physical duplicate, underneath they were no 
more alike than Laurel and Hardy. Monica was sensuous, serious, and very 
dramatic in erotic things, while Millie was sheer fun and delightful 
companionship before, during and after orgasm. That was why I was so 
delighted with the arrangement. It was like having an affair with one 
beautiful woman who had two distinct natures. That is why I was so seldom 
bored. A little on the side, like Valerie, just made me appreciate what I 
had all the more. 

"Marge and Millie arrived late Friday night. Monica and I were at the 
airport to meet them. What a shock I received when they got off the plane. 
Marge looked wonderful! She had lost about forty pounds and was wearing a 
miniskirt that made her look fifteen years younger. Her hair was no longer 
graying, but had been returned to the soft brown I had seen in many old 
photographs. 

"This wasn't fair, I thought, almost out loud. My wife looked so good that I 
almost wanted to fuck her! 

"Marge ran up to me, threw her arms about my neck and kissed me fiercely and 
passionately. 

"We quickly settled them into the apartment. Millie and Monica together and 
Marge in with me, of course. I couldn't get over the change in Marge. She 
told me that shortly after I had left she had discovered this new medical 
diet which literally melted the pounds off her. The diet was strict and 
included daily injections from her doctor. She said that the injections were 
a serum extracted from the urine of pregnant women. Well, whatever it was, 
it sure worked out fine. I was beginning to see the old gal differently. 

"Millie wanted to go out and see Hollywood and the Sunset Strip at night and 
Marge encouraged Monica to take her. I tossed Monica the keys to my Jaguar 
Roadster, as I thought they would enjoy everything better from behind the 
wheel of an expensive sports car than in her little Ford Maverick. 

"'Well!' I said, 'it's a delightful surprise to have you out here. And, 
honestly, Marge, I can't get over how wonderful you look! I didn't think 
anything could pry you away from your beloved Manhattan.' 

"Marge smiled and pecked me on the cheek. I suddenly remembered that she did 
love me. She really looked good and I slowly felt that old repugnance fade 
away. It is funny how a person's physical appearance can affect you. I had 
felt that Marge had let herself go once she had 'hooked' me and had me 
signed, sealed, delivered-and paid for. But, this was a much younger, more 
voluptuous Marge than I had ever known. With me sitting next to her smelling 
the exotic perfume she had adorned herself with and looking into those 
beautiful made-up eyes, I felt a twinge of desire stir within me. I had not 
wanted the slightest physical contact with and looking into those beautiful 
made-up was getting aroused quite excitedly. 

"Marge went on to tell me that she had lots of time to think while I had 
been gone and she came to the conclusion that if she didn't do something 
about herself, she would lose the love of her husband. Thus, the crash diet 
and the beauty treatments. I responded to this statement by embracing her 
and kissing her lovingly. As I did so, her hand dropped to my lap and 
brushed against my stiffened cock. She caught her breath quickly and then 
plunged her tongue deep into my mouth. The sensation caused the roof of my 
mouth to tickle something fierce and I rotated my lips on hers, which 
increased the mutual excitement. For the first time in months, I wanted to 
fuck the hell out of my own wife! 

"Needless to say, we quickly stripped off our clothing and I picked her up 
and carried her into the bedroom. Her body looked so great, not an ounce of 
fat existed anymore. Her pubic hair, nesting in that slim groin looked 
almost like a strange pussy to me. As my cock entered it, I felt a thrill I 
hadn't known for years. I plunged in with fierce abandon. 

"Marge took every inch of me into her with hungry delight. I felt her hips 
writhe underneath me and well understood how she needed this. I locked my 
hand on her shoulders from underneath her back and pulled her down towards 
me, all the while shoving with all the power I could summon from my lower 
extremities. My knees were smarting from the friction of the sheets against 
them. 

"She was moaning with delight. 'Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, dear God in Heaven, 
fuck me! Fuck me!' She was squirming with great glee and passion as I gave 
one mighty lunge and shot my hot load deep into her well. She reached orgasm 
at exactly the same moment and, with a harmonic sigh, we collapsed on the 
bed, locked tightly in one another's sweaty arms. 

"You'd think that I had it made, wouldn't you? Balling a wife who had had a 
complete overhaul, two gorgeous stepdaughters who couldn't get enough of me, 
plus an exotic redheaded movie actress who was the epitome of sexual 
adventurism. There is an old saying, 'You can't get too much of a good 
thing.' Well, let me tell you! I believed that and, for all intents and 
purposes, there was no reason on earth for me to doubt that, as long as I 
ate my Wheat-ies. But, my little world of sex shortly began to collapse 
around me in a most unusual fashion. 

"Marge and Millie stayed for two weeks. I managed to get into Millie on 
several occasions, but finding the time and opportunity was difficult, since 
it was damn near impossible to get Marge out of bed, much less the house. 
She was so turned on that she even tried to play with my cock under the 
table at mealtimes, when we were driving somewhere or even at the theatre. I 
began to wonder if she was becoming a nymphomaniac. 

"Monica was beginning to feel neglected also and took to staying out till 
the early morning hours. And I hadn't heard from Valerie for several days. 
Curious, I stopped by her apartment one evening. 

"She answered the door after I had banged on it for several minutes. She 
displayed an expression of annoyance when she opened the door, finally. It 
faded quickly when she saw it was me. I stepped in and was just about to 
embrace her when I saw that we were not alone in the room. On the sofa sat a 
white-haired man in his early fifties. 'Jerry, I'd like you meet my agent, 
Howard R--. ' Displaying one of those smiles that could sell an electric 
vacuum cleaner to an igloo-dwelling Eskimo, Howie R--extended his hand. I 
was a little embarrassed; I realized that it would have been more tactful, 
if I had telephoned first. When Valerie introduced me by name, Howie looked 
thoughtful for an instant and asked me if I were any relation to Monica M--. 
I told him that she was my stepdaughter, and he smiled that salesman smile 
and said that he had great things planned for 'our Monica.' 

" 'Just what do you mean-great things?' I asked, suspiciously. 

" 'Oh, I secured her the lead in a movie that starts shooting in about two 
weeks!' 

"I was surprised and pleased to hear this. Monica had been trying very hard 
to get started as an actress. 

"What better way, I thought to myself, than to get the lead in the first 
picture you did. 'What's the name of the film?' I asked. 

"Howie hesitated for a brief second and said, 'We haven't decided on the 
eventual title, yet.' 

"Valerie interrupted, 'Don't worry, Jerry, she'll be getting $250.00 per 
day. They could call it "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" as far as I would be 
concerned for that kind of dough.' I had to agree, that was pretty good 
money for a beginner. 

"Suddenly, our conversation was interrupted by a crashing sound from 
somewhere in the back of the apartment. Howie ran down the hall and I 
started automatically to follow, but Valerie blocked my way. I do not know 
what instinct made me do it, but I pushed her aside and followed Howie down 
the hallway. There was a tremendous light coming from the bedroom. I reached 
the door and looked in. There were several spotlights and some screens made 
out of what looked like aluminum foil that reflected the light from the 
spots. There were several people in the room. One of the men was operating a 
16-mm camera. It was pointed at Valerie's king-sized bed. 

"On the bed lay a couple, fucking away like mad. The man was about 
twenty-five, naked, and grunting with pleasure. The girl, lying underneath 
him with his large cock shoved into her cunt, was giving out with the most 
exaggerated moans of pleasure. The girl was beautiful and was also in the 
throes of an orgasm. The girl was Monica! 

"Valerie had rushed up behind me. Howie was looking at me with a terrified 
expression. He surely thought I was going to tear the place apart. I didn't. 
I burst out laughing. It was funny, so damn funny that the tears began 
flowing from my eyes. Monica, my Monica from that oh-so-proper Westchester 
County family, was starring in stag films! What was even funnier was that 
the apartment-the apartment that I had been paying rent on for Valerie-was 
being used as a 'studio,' for this type of production. Throughout all this 
confusion, the camera and the actor just kept grinding away. Monica was 
looking at me wide-eyed. 

"Everyone was looking at me like I was some kind of a nut. I calmly took out 
a cigarette, lit it, blew out the smoke slowly and turned to the chap I 
assumed was the director of this erotic epic and asked him if he minded 
terribly if I watched. I think they were a bit shook up, but one of the men 
holding a reflector pointed to a chair, so I quietly sat down and watched my 
stepdaughter get fucked, sucked, and corn-holed for the rest of the 
afternoon. Valerie had a part in the flick also. Had it not been for J.M. 
and the company, I would've made my debut as a motion picture actor also. 

"During the filming, my cock got hard several times. During the sixty-nine 
scene between Monica and Valerie, I almost whipped my cock out and jacked 
off in front of everyone. I made up my mind right then and there that after 
Marge went to sleep, I would get the twins to recreate this bizarre and 
entirely stimulating scene, just for me. It was a new and terribly thrilling 
experience to see my daughter going down on my mistress and vice versa. I 
could hardly wait till I could enjoy the observance of Monica and Millie 
doing the same thing. 

"After they were through shooting for the day, Monica and I went straight 
home. Marge was there when we got there and had a surprise supper all 
prepared. Somehow the subject of dirty movies came up during the repast, and 
when my unaware Marge cautioned Monica about attending the X-rated flicks, 
and Monica and Millie both answered in one voice that they hated that type 
of thing, I nearly choked on a Brussels sprout. 

"After supper and a dull evening of TV, we all decided to turn in before 
midnight. Marge was horny almost before we got into bed but, looking forward 
to slipping into the girls' room as soon as Marge was sound asleep, I tried 
diplomatic ways of postponing any sexual encounter. In the run-down 
condition I was getting into, either I had to cut out the fucking for a 
while, or at least taper off. This is not easy to do in a house full of 
hot-pantied females. 

"Finally, Marge dropped off to sleep after playing with my cock for a long 
time. I fought hard to keep from getting an erection, and I won, thank God! 

"About a quarter to two, I silently got out of bed and tiptoed into the 
girls' room. Millie had dozed off, but Monica was reading. As I entered, 
Monica shook Millie gently and they made a place for me between them. I 
dropped my shorts to the floor just before I climbed into the bed. Millie 
was awake now and was lovingly stroking my eager cock. It started to get 
hard right away. 

"Considering all the exercise that Monica had indulged in earlier, you would 
think that she hadn't had any sex for weeks on end. I asked them if they 
would mind putting on an exhibition of mutual cunnilingus for me, and they 
said that they'd love to. They moved to the foot of the bed and I moved up 
as close to the head board as I could. It was a sight to behold. Both girls 
assumed the sixty-nine position and, as I watched their pink little tongues 
begin to dart in and out of their matching vaginas, my hand went to my cock 
and began rubbing it with abandon. With my free hand, I reached in between 
their sweating bodies and with palm upward, began playing with Millie's 
tits. Then after a few minutes of this, I twisted my hand around palm down 
and, sliding along Monica's torso, I reached her tits and began fiddling 
with them. They increased their tonguing of each other and I was doing all I 
could to keep from coming with excitement when the door flew open and there 
stood Marge with a look of astonishment on her face. 

"I thought Marge would tear the place apart, but I was wrong. She let her 
nightgown drop to the floor and with a cry of 'Everybody in the pool!' she 
made the bed in one jump and descended on my erect cock with her mouth. It 
became a race between the three females to see who could cop my load. It was 
times like these that make a guy feel really popular. 

"To see these women fighting over my cock like it was a scrap of meat and 
they were starving, was quite an experience. As soon as the girls saw what 
their mother was trying to do, they stopped sixty-nining each other and both 
of them made a concerted dive at me. Millie and Monica were being just 
playful, of course, but when they tried to pull their mother off me, Marge 
clamped down on my cock with her teeth and wouldn't let go. It hurt like 
hell, and I screamed something awful. The girls just pulled harder at 
Marge's shoulders. Finally, they pulled her free, only because my cock had 
started to go soft and Marge couldn't hang onto it any longer. She did leave 
some deep teeth marks in it; in fact, it was bleeding. I realized that I was 
out of commission for a while. 

"I looked at them severely and said very sternly, 'See what you greedy girls 
have brought on yourselves? Daddy's cock is broke, and now nobody gets any.' 
They applied some soothing medication to my injured member and we spent 
several hours indulging in various kinds of oral sex. I suffered a bit with 
my cock, as it tried to get hard on several occasions. For the most part, I 
don't get terribly excited performing cunnilingus. I love watching it. Maybe 

I am turning into a voyeur in my middle age. 

"I was amazed at the way Marge accepted the fact that I had been engaging in 
sex with Monica and Millie. Marge mentioned, during the course of the 
evening, that she had been aware what had been going on the past few years, 
and had decided that she would have to get herself rejuvenated if she was 
ever going to regain sexual companionship with me. She was right. 

"And now I was in a bind. In my own household, I had three women to satisfy. 
And I wasn't sure that I liked it. Since Valerie had come on the scene, I 
found myself less and less interested in Millie and Monica. It was not that 
I didn't desire them; I found myself less desirous of the overwhelming 
passion that I had until recently. Valerie was the first sexual experience I 
had had outside the family, and I think it aroused the urge to seek 'greener 
pastures.' Marge's change over to near-nymphomania also had its effect, too. 
Probably, if Marge had been a sex object in the early days of our marriage, 
I wouldn't have turned to the girls. 

"What had started out to be a beautiful 'triangle' for me was ending up with 
me as a sex slave to three insatiable women. And I didn't dare complain. One 
word to Marge in the wrong tone, and she'd be off to Reno or Tijuana in a 
minute. The threat of J. M.'s wrath hung over me. All in all, things got 
pretty chaotic." 

No matter how you cut it, incest is incest. To deal honestly and objectively 
with a subject that is a universal taboo requires both boldness and 
thoroughness. And though stepfather-stepdaughter sexuality is perhaps 
considered less heinous or reprehensible than overt "blood relation" incest, 
it is still incest (both legally and morally). The fact that it is the most 
widely practiced form of incest makes it, we feel, worthy of the most 
scrupulous and detailed examination. That is why we felt it important to 
relate the case of Jerry M-and his twin stepdaughters. We make no judgment 
of the case or. the persons involved, but have only attempted to show a 
certain type of sexual behavior existing in the tumultuous society of 
America today. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Honor Thy Father and Mother 

"There's not much left in life for me. I don't mean that I am going to kill 
myself or something stupid. I just know that I have experienced the kind of 
happiness that few girls are allowed, and once expressed and experienced, 
can never be relived or recaptured. 

"I've loved and been loved. I've given birth to my lover's baby and I have 
experienced the surging, fulfilling delight of sexual completion on a level 
most women twice my age know nothing about. 

"But there is agony, too. It is all just memory now. The child is happy, I 
hope, in what the State of California calls a proper home. I'll never see my 
baby again and it tears at my heart just to think about it. Love, itself, is 
gone and my lover is dead. 

"It was doomed from the outset. I can see that now. Beauty, rapture and 
satisfaction, tainted from the start. It was incest of the worst kind, a 
father and his daughter. What made it even more horrible was the fact that I 
was the aggressor! I was the one who wanted the experience. I wanted to feel 
the rigid penis of my own father penetrate my vagina and plunge itself deep 
inside me, disgorging its hot, steaming juice into my aching womb. 

"It's all gone now-but over and finished, it is not. It can never be again; 
yet it is still with me, morning, night and noon. At night I still cry for 
the child I shall never see again. I still have my little talks' with Daddy, 
and I ache-God,how I ache! 

"Even when I am with some other man, on my back with my legs spread wide, 
awaiting his entry, I cannot avoid comparing his organ to the beautiful 
penis, a tool of love if there ever was one, that I loved and knew so very, 
very well. Even with a stranger inside me, I am unable to 'let go' and enjoy 
the efforts of pleasure he is attempting to bring to me. It is not the same. 
It never can be the same again. 

"They say a girl never forgets her first love. I, for a fact know that it is 
true. I am unable to forget my father and the beautiful expression in his 
eyes. I cannot forget the wonderful, slightly salty taste of his magnificent 
penis; the variety of ways he knew and utilized in order to please me. No, 
these thoughts will remain with me always, and no other man in the world 
will ever replace my adored, perfect lover-my father! 

"Maybe it is wrong to continually live with the past. Some people insist 
that what is done is done and should be forgotten. Others might say that 
such thoughts might prove over-stimulating, or that they would damage me in 
terms of my mental state. But, I could care less for the opinions of others. 
Other people have done too much damage to me already. They have ruined my 
supreme happiness, forced me to give up my child and, yes, they even killed 
my daddy. 

"So, when it is too much to bear, particularly when I lie in bed at night, I 
relive the past happiness by putting my pillow-the same pillow that Daddy 
used-between my legs and rubbing my vaginal lips against it, and I think how 
it was, that very first time. 

"I feel again the soft touch of his delicate fingers on my budding breasts 
and the warmth of his palms as they pressed against them, almost as if it 
were his hands that had caused them to grow. I feel again, his warm, naked 
body, pressed tightly against mine in the big bed that we shared for so 
long. I can imagine the silken iron of his penis growing strong in my hand 
and almost hear my vaginal lips scream out loud for its entry. 

"Oh sure, I've had other men, but they're not the same, even though I have 
played my games with them. They are complete zeros when compared to my 
daddy. They can't thrill me like he did! They just stick their cock into me 
like I were a piece of liver and move around just enough to shoot their load 
and then its 'quits-ville.' If I use enough imagination, for a few short 
seconds, I can make them seem to be Daddy. Ernie was like that, and it was 
glorious for a moment or two, until reality returned. 

"Ernie and I had been balling. I was lying on my back after it was over. I 
was sweating in the agony of unfulfillment. He had been in me for some time 
and he had thrust and caressed and kissed my eager breasts so beautifully. 
But it was a bummer and I couldn't come even though I was oh so close to it. 

"And he couldn't hold. I felt the hot iron of his penis give one final 
thrust into me and then, with a tremendous throb, let go the hot, scalding 
sperm. 

"Oh, he tried to love me properly. He tried to thrill me, but it wasn't like 
Daddy and after it was over I lay there in sadness and frustration for a 
while. What could I do? I kept asking myself that question as Ernie and I 
shared a cigarette. Smoke filled the tiny bedroom as clouds of indecision 
filled my mind, and then, as if a big broom had swept the cobwebs from my 
mind, suddenly I was able to imagine Ernie as Daddy! 

"I reached over and snuffed out the cigarette in an ashtray by the bed. Then 
with eyes closed in order to maintain the mental image I had conjured up, I 
rolled over and placed my head and lips against the firm stomach of my 
partner. With one hand I toyed with his soft penis as the other hand reached 
under and tickled the sensitive area around his ass-hole. I moved my lips 
down over his flat stomach and over his hips, caressed the muscles of his 
thighs with them and then slowly worked my way back up. 

"All this time I could feel his penis growing in my hand although it was not 
yet hard enough. While it was still flaccid, and with my eyes still shut, I 
took the head of it in my mouth-just the head-so I could roll my tongue over 
the foreskin and pucker my lips around the turgid bulb at the head of the 
shaft. 

"This was almost real. It was as if none of the horrid past had ever 
happened. As I slid my lips tight around the loose skin and pulled it 
towards me over its head. Letting it slide back, it was almost as if I were 
with Daddy once again. 

"I couldn't destroy my dream, for I could feel my own wet eagerness bubbling 
from within coating my vaginal lips with a thin syrup of love that demanded 
entry. But I dared not open my eyes. I wanted to gaze at the large testicles 
that I knew lay there, quivering before my face, I wanted to glance upwards 
and see the expression of gratifying passion on his face. But, I was all too 
aware that it would not be Daddy's handsome face that appeared before me 
and, therefore, the illusion would be horribly shattered. 

"As I tasted the rigid length of hard penis with my lips, I fondled scrotum 
and testes with searching fingers and only with my mind's eye conjured a 
picture of the man I really wanted to be doing these things with. 

"I lay there for several minutes licking and sucking, and feeling and 
tasting until I could no longer endure the ecstatic pleasure of my own act. 
I, too, had to have something in the crying recesses of my vagina. I twisted 
my body around so that my firm breasts and hard nipples pressed against his 
hips and lowered my clitoris over his eager and expectant mouth. I almost 
reached climax the very second his tongue teasingly entered my moist chamber 
of passion and I had to hold myself back in order to savor all the delicious 
pleasure that I might obtain from such a union. Then suddenly I could hold 
back no longer. My whole being became one vast, enormous vagina and, 
shudderingly, I came! 

"When I spasmed into that orgasm, I let my head fall so that I almost choked 
on the length of his sex organ in my first moment of relaxation. But, even 
though it was big and full and wonderful, my orgasm wasn't enough. With the 
spasmed contractions of its power still ticking within me, I rose so that I 
straddled him, facing towards his feet. like a tigress in heat, I leaped on 
the hot iron rod of his manhood and sank down, impaling myself on that great 
spear of love. 

"Now, for the first time, I opened my eyes and I could do it without 
shattering the image I had so carefully built up. There was a mirror over 
the dresser at the foot of the bed and I could see everything that was good 
in it while those things that would've destroyed my fantasy were obscured. I 
could not see his body or face, but I could see my soft pubic hair and 
gaping vagina rising and sinking over his gleaming wet penis. I could see 
and feel his hands as they reached up and gently stroked the distended 
nipples of my sensitive breasts. I could see every movement of the act of 
love and the wild half-agonized, half-mad expression on my own face as my 
hair flew in a wild cloud over my face and body. I could hear the increased 
rhythm of our breathing and could feel the delicate nuance of tingling 
pleasure as I controlled the pressure of his penis against my clitoris and 
the hot, seeping walls of my happy vagina. 

"And then-and then-I knew my insides, my soul were going to reach that 
massive, beautiful, satisfying climax again. This time there was a warning 
as if a great tidal wave, thundering ashore was going to engulf me. I 
savored this approach of orgasm; I knew that it would be huge, that it would 
just about reduce me to a shambles of myself. It grew and grew and rolled 
against the tumult of my insides for an agony of time, and then ... it hit 
me, all over and at once. 

"I rolled! I churned, and was devoured by such a sense of total ecstasy, so 
intense and consuming that I cannot find words to describe it. As I felt the 
consuming release of my own spasm, I felt the tip of the penis and the 
scalding pleasure of his massive ejaculation. 

"I cannot explain the mysteries of the human body, all I know is that I 
climaxed again. I wept tears of sheer pleasure, and they dripped and flowed 
from my eyes and ran down till they were cascading over my sweating breasts. 
When I finally eased back to even a partial sense of reality, I heard myself 
crying out, 'Daddy ... Daddy ... Daddy...! ' 

"The last time we had sex together, I really was able to let my vivid 
imagination run wild. I lay on my back as his head sank between my legs and 
his tongue played a symphony on my hot hole. Such marvelous improvisations 
were composed that night! I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His hair 
was almost the color of Daddy's, and I couldn't see his face, buried as it 
was in my pubic hair. I put my hands on his head and pushed him to me. This 
way it increased the pressure of his tongue, lips and jaw against my hungry, 
gaping vagina. 'Oh, Daddy ... Daddy,' I murmured. 'Just like that, Daddy. 
Eat me, eat me. Ah, that's it, just like that.' And then when the dream was 
complete, I orgasmed. 

"That last time with Ernie I orgasmed three times. Once when he ate me, once 
when his penis entered me and, finally, when he came. But that was the end 
of it. That was the nearest I had come to the joy that I once knew so well. 
Ernie's gone now. There are other men, of course. Sometimes I can command my 
imagination to work in conjunction with them, but it is a rare occasion when 
it succeeds. It really isn't the same, you know. 

"It can't be the same, ever, because there was too much in my involvement 
with Daddy. But, perhaps I had better start at the beginning. 

"Mom left us when I was ten years old. Daddy wasn't the same after she left. 
He started drinking heavily and went around with tears in his eyes most of 
his waking moments. He started drifting from job to job in the small town 
back East where we lived. Then, suddenly, he snapped back to his old self, 
packed up our belongings and we moved to Los Angeles, where he got a job in 
the aero-space industry. We had a nice little two-bedroom house in the 
Valley and life became pleasantly routine. 

"I'd seen Daddy naked before, just as I had seen Mom, and I was never aware 
that anything was wrong in that. Our family was never one for Victorian 
pruderies. But, one hot summer's day, I got the first inkling that I wasn't 
a little girl anymore, and it was Daddy who inadvertently turned me on! 

"As I had said before, it was a hot, sticky day, and Daddy suggested that we 
both take a shower in order to cool off a bit. We stripped and went into the 
bathroom. Daddy had taken three fresh towels from the dresser drawer. Two, 
he hung on the towel rack, and the third he placed in front of the shower 
stall as a mat. 

"As Daddy adjusted the flow and temperature of the water, I quickly stepped 
into the shower. He followed me. Until this precise moment, I had never 
really looked at Daddy closely. For some reason I was virtually compelled by 
some force to look at him, as if I were seeing him for the very first time. 

"He was a tall man, in his middle thirties. I can't really describe his 
facial features, for worry sometimes made him look terribly old and yet when 
he was untroubled he had the countenance of a teenager. His hair was light, 
almost like a Swedish blonde. He was thin, but in a way that people would 
call wiry. Actually, he had a beautiful build. He never bothered with muscle 
building, so it was natural; he liked to participate in all kinds of 
strenuous sports. 

"This afternoon, as I stood in the shower with him, soaping myself down, I 
was utterly fascinated with his sexual parts. They caused me to have goose 
bumps all over. I was amazed as his nakedness had never affected me like 
this before. His penis fascinated me! That long, pale tube extended from a 
nest of blonde pubic hair like a magic wand of some kind-a magic wand that 
later, would transport me to heaven! Something made me want to reach out and 
touch it! I could not resist. I think Daddy was aware of what was going on 
in my mind. At least, he saw my hand move towards his penis. Without any 
abrupt movement, or anger, or any embarrassment, he simply turned around and 
asked me to wash his back. That brought me back to reality, although I still 
thought about the sight of his penis and the thrilling effect it had on me. 
I did wash his back and I washed-or actually, rubbed with the wash rag-my 
own genital area at the same time. 

"That night when I went to sleep I couldn't get the erotic thoughts about 
Daddy's penis out of my mind. It was new and thrilling and I was enchanted 
by these new-found feelings. When I awoke the following morning I found that 
I was in his bed, with nothing on but my panties. Daddy had slept on the 
couch in the living room. I knew something else, too, when I woke up. I knew 
that I must have dreamed strange and forbidden thoughts. His pillow was 
pressed tightly between my legs and against my vagina and I succumbed to my 
first strange and compelling urge that morning! I found myself waking from 
sleep with my own hand moving tenderly down my bare tummy and under the 
elastic band of my panties. I reached lower, unable to stop my movement and 
slipped my forefinger into my sexual parts, to find them, to my amazement, 
very warm and pleasantly wet. 

"At first, I was alarmed and frightened by this feeling of hot wetness and I 
raised my head and shoulders so that I could examine myself. I had been 
menstruating for the past year or so and was regular all the time, and I 
knew that I wasn't due for at least another week. Nothing seemed to be wrong 
so I lay there and continued running my finger in and out of my vagina. It 
was getting warmer and wetter all the time. 

Suddenly, I had a vision of Daddy's penis, as I had seen it in the shower 
yesterday afternoon. I imagined that I was leaning over and kissing it. 

"My sex fantasies about dear Daddy continued on for months. I was beginning 
to biologically mature. My breasts were quite large and surmounted with 
sweet, coral-colored nipples. I never let an opportunity pass where I could 
flaunt my nakedness in front of Daddy. One day he walked into my room as I 
stood in front of the dressing table mirror, naked and cupping a breast in 
each hand. He blushed at seeing me thusly. I felt a smirk of triumph show 
itself in my smile. Good! I thought. He's thinking of me as a woman! 

"Daddy didn't have many girl friends over the years, but he did occasionally 
date. Whether or not he had a mistress, I don't know. If he did, I wasn't 
aware of it. There was one lady, though, who he saw a lot of-a Mrs. W--. I 
don't know whether she was married, widowed or divorced; I never saw her 
husband. She came over one Saturday afternoon as I was swimming in our new 
pool. From poolside I could see her and Daddy through the screen door, as 
they sat in the breakfast nook sipping iced tea. I was drying off under the 
hot sun when I dozed off. I must have slept for about twenty minutes, for 
when I awoke the sun was going down and Daddy and his female friend were no 
longer in the kitchen. I got up off of the chaise and went into the house to 
look for them. I heard noises coming from Daddy's room, I stopped as if I 
had run into a brick wall. If I had wanted to scream, I couldn't have, for 
my throat constricted so tightly that I almost choked. 

"Daddy was lying on his back in the bed without a shred of clothes on, and 
Mrs. W-, also naked, was kneeling over him. Her vagina was almost at Daddy's 
mouth and her own mouth was gliding up and down the length of his penis, 
which was standing straight up in the air! 

"I stood there, seemingly for hours-though it could only have been for a few 
seconds-horrified. Daddy was moaning like he was in terrible pain and Mrs. W 
was making little grunting noises in her mouth as she moved her whole head 
up and down Daddy's penis. How can I describe my feelings about blundering 
in on these strange activities? Though I was repelled, I was curiously also 
attracted to these strange goings on. 

"Finally, I could stand no more of what was going on. It looked horrible and 
I was sure Mrs. 

W-somehow was hurting Daddy. I gasped and, slamming the bedroom door 
shut-with a crash, I fled to the sanctity of my own room. I felt terribly 
alone and left out. 

"How long I remained sobbing on my bed, I don't know, but finally I felt a 
gentle hand touch my shoulder. I knew it was Daddy, there to comfort me as 
always. I turned a tear-stained face towards him. He looked so embarrassed, 
like a little kid who had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. 'Go 
'way,' I cried. T don't ever want to see you again!' He didn't leave. He sat 
down on the edge of the bed and, with one hand still resting on my shoulder, 
asked me in a very calm voice, why I was so upset. 

"I was infuriated even more by his patronizing attitude. 'Why am I so 
upset?' I exploded. T saw what she was doing to you!' He didn't say anything 
for what seemed to be an eternity. Then I felt his hand leave my shoulder. I 
felt suddenly cold and alone. I thought he had left me. I hated him for a 
brief moment. I rolled over and sat up, rubbing my wet eyes. I saw him still 
there. He was seated in the chair, across from the foot of the bed, dressed 
in a bathrobe. My relief in finding that he had not left me dissipated any 
anger that I had felt. 

" 'I suppose that she's still in there,' I snarled. 

" 'No,' he told me. 'She's gone.' 

"Then I seemed to break down again, though my tears were all gone. I think I 
was still in a state of shock. 'Oh, Daddy.' I sobbed. 'How could you do such 
a dirty, nasty thing?' 

" 'Nasty?' he said. "Trixie, there was nothing nasty about what you saw. You 
weren't supposed to see it, I know that, but we thought you were asleep 
outside by the pool.' 

" 'But she had your ... your. ... Well, it was in her mouth! I saw it there. 
Tell me it isn't a filthy thing to do and I'll call you a liar!' 

"Then it seemed that he was the one who became angry, not in the same way 
that I was. His voice took on an edge to it that I had never heard before, 
but he spoke slowly and clearly, so that I would not misunderstand. 
"Trixie,' he said, 'I'm a grown man and lonely for female companionship 
since your mother left us. Above all-I do not have to account to you for the 
things I do. You've seen something that I wished you hadn't, and because of 
that I feel you are entitled to an explanation. You haven't seen anything 
nasty, dirty, or necessarily wrong. Constance W-and I like each other, we 
like each other very much. When two adults like each other, they can show it 
in a multitude of ways.' 

"Suddenly, something I couldn't control took hold of me. I never for an 
instant considered the implication that could be made of the torrent of 
words I blurted out-I never realized what they would ultimately mean. 'But, 
you let her do it to you! You wouldn't let me ... I mean ... you don't even 
let me see you ... you know ... naked ... anymore. You're supposed to like 
me better than anyone else. Then, when you think I'm gone ... or asleep ... 
you let her ... do that to you. How could you love me and let someone else 
... a stranger, do that to you?' 

"I must have said a lot more than that in my outburst, but I don't remember 
enough to properly quote. I only remember that I had said too much-too much 
to stop. I had been acting like a jealous woman rather than a daughter and 
now I had let my father know my deepest, most secret, innermost feelings. My 
mouth must have dropped open with shock at my own words just as his did, but 
there I still sat on the bed silent now, he stared at me with an expression 
of uncomprehending disbelief. 

" 'You don't know what you are saying, Trixie,' he muttered. 

" 'Yes I do,' I barked back. 'I want you to love me ... not some old bag 
like Mrs. W--! ' 

"I suppose that was the beginning even though it wasn't the beginning. Daddy 
seemed very upset and at a complete loss for words. He got up and left the 
room, allowing me to remain and ponder my own thoughts. The cat was out of 
the bag. It was up to him to see what he was going to do about it. 

"The change that took place in the relationship between Daddy and me began 
then. It was a slow and gradual thing, that no one, except perhaps a trained 
psychologist, would have foreseen. Before, we had been a deserted husband 
and his adolescent daughter living a normal and respectable life. Now, 
because of my wild fantasies and childish dreams of romance-and most of all 
my big, fat mouth-everything was to change. 

"Daddy didn't see Mrs. W-ever again. I heard she had moved away from the 
area. I also found out, to my dismay, that they had considered marriage. So, 
I was doubly pleased that she had gone. Now I had Daddy all to myself. I 
don't honestly think that Daddy minded. I do not think to this day, that he 
had any deep love for that woman and I am also sure that he was through 
entertaining any ideas about getting married again. 

"One evening we were sitting close together listening to Beethoven's First 
Symphony. It was a new Von Karajan recording and we were completely 
engrossed in the music. I was 'waning back and Daddy had his arm across the 
top of the sofa, above my head. So enraptured was I with the strains of 
music pouring forth from the stereo, I hardly noticed his fingers slip down 
to my shoulder. I felt warm and comfortable at his touch and snuggled closer 
to him. His hand dropped further down until it almost cupped my right 
breast. He suddenly moved his hand away and reached over to the coffee table 
for a cigarette. 'Don't go away,' I said. "That felt so good.' He cleared 
his throat and lit the cigarette. 

"Please, Daddy,' I said. "Touch me there again. 

" "Trixi-' he began. 

" 'What's the matter, Daddy?' I think for the first time in my life I saw 
that he was embarrassed. 

" 'Nothing,' he said. 'It's only that-' " 'What?' 

"He took a long, slow drag on his cigarette, held in the smoke for a long 
time, then turned to me with a very strange half-lost look on his face. 'You 
know,' he said at long last, 'you look almost exactly like your mother. I 
guess that I-' Again I waited for him to finish, but this time without 
uttering a single word. When he did speak again, his voice was tense and 
low, almost as if he had to force enough volume into it for me to hear him. 
'Remember, Trixie, a long time ago when you asked me about boys and menses?' 

"A strange and unexplained thrill seemed to tingle though me for a fraction 
of a second, then disappeared as quickly as it had occurred. I nodded my 
head. 

" 'Well, now that you've grown into such a beautiful young woman, I guess I 
didn't stop to think.' 

" 'About what, Daddy?' 

" 'About touching you ... there....' 

" 'I like it, Daddy,' I said. 'Please touch me there again.' 

"He didn't say anything after that, but I . could see that he was fighting 
something within himself. I also knew when he had lost the fight. He again 
leaned back against the back of the couch and, still holding the cigarette 
in his left hand, slipped his arm over my shoulders and gently, but much 
more firmly this time, cupped my right breast. I, in turn, snuggled close to 
him and first let my head rest on his chest, then relaxed so that it was in 
his lap. And then I knew what I had only sensed before, because under my 
right ear I could feel the surge of excitement pushing directly on my brain 
as his penis grew and throbbed against my cheek. 

" 'Daddy?' I murmured. 

" 'What, Trixie?' 

" 'Let me sleep in your bed tonight?' " 'What?' 

" 'Hold me like this,' I said. 'Let me sleep in the same bed with you.' 

"He didn't answer for a minute or so. I thought for a second that he hadn't 
heard me. He was breathing hard, but finally the answer came, 'Okay, Trixie, 
okay.' " 

Gebhard, Gagnon, Pomeroy and Christenson found, in Sex Offenders, that 
incestuous fathers " ... came from large families, were liberally endowed 
with sisters and got along well with both parents . ... All in all, these 
men may be described as conservative, moralistic, restrained, religiously 
devout, traditional and uneducated." Weinberg's findings, in Incest 
Behavior, were similiar. He found, " ... the average father was between 
forty and forty-five years of age, had spent his childhood in a rural 
community in Europe or America and had come from a dependent or marginal 
socio-economic group." Gebhard found these men ". . .to have been impulsive 
and given to rather disorganized lives that were complicated by drinking." 

Weinberg, again, in his sampling of over a hundred father incest 
transgressors, commented, "The father usually did not commit property 
offenses but had been arrested for personal offenses such as wife-beating, 
disorderly conduct, public nuisance, and sex charges. These offenses arose 
from personality disturbances rather than criminal inclinations." These men 
almost always had suffered from unhappy marriages. Often their wives found 
their husbands sexually unstimulating, laughed at them or rebuked their 
advances. 

In the case of Trixie's father, whom we shall call Ted for the purpose of 
this narrative, the abandonment of his daughter and himself by his wife, 
left him bitter and lonely. Because of this desertion, the bond between the 
two victims became unnaturally strong. As Trixie matured and took over the 
responsibilities of running the home, she became more wife than daughter to 
her father. 

As Trixie entered adolescence, she turned her budding sexuality inwards, 
toward her ideal, her father. After the episode involving the unfortunate 
Mrs. W-triggered her latent incestual urgings to overt demonstration, the 
actual incestuous behavior became a dominant factor in the lives of both the 
father and the daughter. 

According to reputable researchers, the daughter participants seem to be 
young, on the average around fifteen or sixteen years of age. They seem to 
be of two distinctive types: Passive, passive-resistive or promiscuous. The 
passive type is better adjusted and more apt to report the offense. Once 
relieved of the affair, she will seek outside sexual contacts. 

Gebhard, et al, found " ... in nearly half of the offenses the fathers 
claimed either their daughters encouraged them or were passive, while the 
official record is that they resisted. In one third of the cases both 
sources of information agree that the daughters were encouraging or 
passive." 

It is fairly obvious that Trixie belongs to the latter category, the 
promiscuous. Even though she had not experienced coitus prior to her 
seduction of her father, mentally she was a past master of sexual 
intercourse, due to the years of sexual fantasizing. There is a good chance 
that had Trixie belonged to a larger family group, she may have initiated 
sexual relations with brothers, cousins or uncles. 

"As we lay there, snuggled comfortably together, Daddy began explaining what 
he called "The Facts of Life.' He explained that sex between humans was 
different than it was between animals. Besides being just a biological need, 
it was also based on strong, intra-personal emotions and needed the skill 
and understanding of both partners. A girl had to know how to please a man, 
he said, before she could be pleased by him. First, he was going to show me 
about men. 

"The light at the head of the bed was still on and, lying on my side, I 
could see the whole length of Daddy's slim and muscular body as he lay on 
his back with the arched shape of his penis pointing up from its soft nest 
of pubic hair. 

"Very slowly he began to explain how the penis worked and what was most 
exciting and stimulating to a man. He showed me the foreskin and head of his 
penis and then, with just the finger and thumb, showed me how to move the 
skin back and forth to cause a pleasant sensation. I longed to try it out 
for myself, but he abruptly changed the subject to that of women. 

"He explained the sexual function of the vagina, clearly and concisely. He 
said that the greatest sensation lay around the clitoris but that 
stimulation was also achieved by other inside areas. He reached over and 
demonstrated. He slipped his middle finger into my slit. I already was 
terribly excited and my vaginal lips were extremely moist. He expressed 
surprise at this. He agitated my clitoris gently and I had to struggle to 
keep from squirming right out of the bed. 

"I lay there with my legs spread wide, letting the sensations of Daddy's 
fingers shoot through me like wonderful waves of electric shocks. I can't 
express in proper words just how good it felt. I watched him while he leaned 
on his side and explained to me what he was doing. I was so ecstatic that I 
closed my eyes and drifted into pink pools of sheer delight. 

"I kind of forgot everything he was saying, as in my mind his voice sounded 
very faint. I do remember him saying that a girl had a hymen and that it 
should remain intact until she found a husband. He said that there were many 
other ways that a girl could satisfy a man. Often women liked it when men 
used their mouths on them. These words jarred me to a turbulent 
consciousness and filled my mind with the image of Mrs. W-using her mouth on 
Daddy. I had a wild desire to touch his penis, to fondle it, to kiss it, and 
to take it into my mouth and suck on it, just as I had seen Mrs. W-do it. I 
also felt that I could do it better, even if it took some amount of 
practice! 

"As he continued playing with me and talking, I reached out shyly and 
touched his penis. Then, when I knew that he was not going to stop me, I 
clasped my hand around it, just as he had taught me, and moved the foreskin 
back and forth. He smiled and shut his eyes, lay back, and became completely 
relaxed. 

"I became bolder now, perhaps because I knew that he was enjoying it so 
much. I rolled over and, moving my head down, gently kissed the tip of his 
organ. He gave out a quick sigh and allowed his fingers to slip out of my 
hot vagina. The slippery fluid from my slit was streaked across my inner 
thigh as his hand trailed across it. I kissed his penis again, this time 
allowing my mouth to open just a bit. I felt the pressure of his organ 
against my teeth. I continued my exploration bit by bit until I had the 
whole head of his penis in my mouth. 

"Daddy let out a massive groan. I knew he was not in any kind of pain. He 
was just reacting out of delighted excitement. Just the thought of him being 
so excited caused wave upon wave of excitement to course through me. He 
cried out as his organ began to throb and twitch. I thought his penis was 
going to explode, and it started to gag me. I pulled away just as he started 
to ejaculate. Hot sperm shot into the air and splattered into my face and 
hair. I was so surprised that I didn't even move. Then I started to laugh. 
Daddy looked at me strangely for a second, then his face broke into an 
embarrassed grin. Then he started laughing and, reaching up with his 
muscular arms, he drew me to him in a tight hug. 

Some of his own come smeared the side of his face as he hugged me so very 
tightly, but neither of us cared, because we felt so good and so happy. 

"As we lay there, locked tightly in each other's arms, I suddenly realized 
that I was still very much excited. I told Daddy that I wished he could make 
it hard again, as I wanted to suck on it some more. He said, "Trixie, as 
much as I would like to, I can't. At least not for a while.' He went on to 
explain that men need time to recoup from an ejaculation. But if I wished 
it, he would do something nice for me. I said I would love it, whatever it 
was that he wanted to do to me. 

"He flipped out the light, and the room was bathed in silver moonlight. His 
head became a silhoutte as it bent down towards my eager crotch. I was a 
little nervous at first, but my apprehension was quickly dissipated at the 
first touch of his rough, wet, and warm tongue. I spread my legs even wider 
as it penetrated me between my pubic hairs. I gripped the edge of the 
mattress with my trembling hands. 

"An ecstasy of sound, feel, and color shot through me, tingling every fiber 
of my being as his tongue parted my dripping lips and titillated my erect 
clitoris. It felt wonderful. I felt his ears grow hot as they touched my 
trembling thighs. 

"An instant-an eternity-I shall never know! Nor shall I ever know the exact 
sensations that coursed through me like machine-gun bullets, burning me 
here, freezing me there, electrifying my body and my soul, and causing it to 
soar out to some vast and craggy seacoast where it finally crashed into the 
gigantic roaring breakers that surged forth to engulf it forever ! I knew I 
had reached what they called an 'orgasm,' and what a delicious experience it 
was. It seemed to rock the entire world. I felt like I was an atom bomb that 
had just been detonated. 

"I did not cry out. After it was over, and just a trace of the sensation was 
left to lull me into total relaxation, I sighed, 'Daddy ... Daddy ... 
Daddy!' A cry that I would repeat again and again for the rest of my life. 

"Daddy was breathing hard as he crawled up next to me. That night he became 
'Daddy' to me in name only. For written on my heart and brain in indelible 
ink was the word Lover, to remain there forever. I lay there, trying to 
collect my thoughts and emotions, but without successthey remained muddled, 
but I was so happy, thrilled, and satisfied. Finally I put my arms around 
dear, beloved Daddy, and held him close to me. We didn't speak, for our 
actions were all the speech neccessary. 

"I was totally unaware of the conflict in Daddy's mind. I didn't know that 
the supreme act of love would cause him so much pain. And what he didn't 
know was that he had opened a door that had better have remained closed, for 
I was turned on and would remain so for the rest of my life. 

"I found I dug oral sex. I knew that there was a lot more to it than that, 
but this first experience had a traumatic effect. I always wanted to go down 
first, before I would let him go in. 

"After that, we slept together every night. I never slept in my own room 
again. Those who say that Daddy taught me to be a nymphomaniac or that he 
was some sort of depraved sexual monster are all wrong. I was fifteen and my 
body was as completely developed as any grown woman's should be. Daddy was 
in his early forties, but was in such great physical shape, due to his 
constant exercise, that he looked ten years younger. My sexuality had not 
reached its peak, and his was on the decline, so we were perfectly suited to 
each other. 

"I have no idea of the regularity of our sexual acts. I really didn't keep 
score. I do know that we did it when and where we felt like it, and there 
was enough activity so that neither of us felt deprived. 

"I shall never forget the night he took my hymen. It was to be my 'night of 
nights,' and I was so bitterly disappointed. It happened this way. 

"We were lying in bed. It was a hot night and we had thrown the sheets back 
so what breeze there was could waft its way across our perspiring naked 
bodies. I guess Daddy's mind was on the subject for some time, as oral sex 
was becoming tedious, and I longed for his big penis to shove its way into 
my vagina. He said, Trix, I want to show you what most people consider 
"normal" intercourse. I don't want you to become frightened, because it may 
cause you a little pain. You know that I love you and wouldn't hurt you for 
anything in the world.' He then asked me to spread my legs wide apart and, 
kneeling between them, touched the opening of my vagina, first with his 
finger and then with the head of his penis, which was just as stiff as his 
finger by now. 

"It felt so good when he put the head of it into my tiny slit. It was a very 
tight fit, but it didn't hurt like I figured it would. Of course, it wasn't 
in very far; just the head was in. He jiggled it about a bit, and I felt a 
tremendous excitement from the sensation. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled 
out quickly, jumped out of bed, and ran into the bathroom. He closed the 
door as he switched on the light, so I couldn't see what he was doing. After 
a few minutes he returned to bed. His penis was soft and as he climbed over 
me a teardrop of sperm dropped onto my leg. It was cold and I jumped a bit. 

" 'What happened?' I asked. 

" 'Nothing, I just "shot" my load,' he replied. 

"I was mad. 'Shouldn't you have done that inside me?' I asked. I was so 
terribly disappointed. 

" 'I didn't want to hurt you, Trixie,' he told me. 'I can't get you 
pregnant. We don't want that, do we?' 

"Whatever my reaction was to his statement, it included pique and hurt and a 
desire to get even with him for denying me the pleasure and satisfaction I 
thought should be rightfully mine. I don't know what I planned, or even if I 
planned anything at all. Even if I had, I couldn't have done anything about 
it because I had my period the very next day, and I would have four more 
before Daddy would gratify me even orally again. 

"Then one evening the ultimate change in our association occurred and life 
was forever different for us. We had just taken our usual shower together, 
and after tenderly washing Daddy's penis, I got the urge for some sex. 
Remember, it had been quite some time since our last union. 

"I was pretty hot and raring to go and, unless he had been cheating on me 
somewhere, Daddy should have been well primed for action. We got into bed 
and covered up. I wasted no time, reaching down and starting to play 
industriously with his penis. It sprang to life immediately. He responded 
with equal fervor, and began kissing me behind the ear and down along the 
neck. I got even more excited. We lay there for a while; he, running his 
fingers around the entrance to my vagina, and I, manipulating the loose 
foreskin that surrounded his iron-like shaft. 

"I was so wild with desire that I almost forgot the plan I had worked out in 
my mind the day before. I had decided to find a way to force him to bust my 
hymen. I was sure it would work, but I was so delighted with this precoitus 
love play, that I had almost instant orgasm. Daddy leaned over and began to 
lick the lips of my vagina as he usually did. I enjoyed it immensely. I 
could feel his penis swelling and I knew that he was just about ready to 
come, right there in the open air. I gently pushed him away until he rolled 
over on his back, with that adorable penis sticking up in the air like a 
flagpole. I said, 'Daddy, let me do you,' and he said, 'Sure, go ahead,' and 
lay back with his eyes screwed tightly shut as he usually did. 

"Quick as a flash, I was up and poised in a straddle position over his 
thighs. Before he could recover from the surprise of my strange movements, I 
had sat down on him, jamming that penis of his all the way into me. I felt a 
sudden spasm of pain as his hard penis tore away what had been my most 
cherished possession-my hymen. The full hardness and length of his penis, 
for the first time fully inside me, filled me with the kind of love that I 
had wanted for, oh, so long a time. He cried out, 'No, Trix ... no ... no! 
Oh no!' but it was too late now. 

"He was fully inside me and we were both slaves to our passion and to our 
intertwined emotions. I moved up and down on him, pressing his organ against 
the tenderness of mine. I knew that he was moving in order to get me 
underneath. He heaved with a surge of strength, and flipped me over, with 
his penis still inside me, until I was beneath him. His hands quickly went 
under my buttocks and my legs twined around his back so that the heels of my 
feet played a tattoo on his spinal column. His lips found mine and the huge, 
wonderful pressure of him inside me tore and thrilled me at the same time, 
so that I was sure that I was going absolutely insane with the excitement of 
it. 

"I must have screamed in my intense pleasure! I felt one hand move from 
under me and gently cup inself over my mouth as the piston-like movement 
seemed to increase to a point where I knew I could no longer stand it. I 
remember biting his hand until he withdrew it, and shouting, 'Come in me! 
Come off in me!' And then it happened. My entire body and soul seemed to 
explode at the same time and shatter throughout the whole universe, and all 
time itself seemed to stop. I was there-and I was not there. I was floating 
in space, and at the next instant rolling in a boiling hot surf, and all the 
time I was writhing in order to get more of his penis deep inside me. 

"He shuddered, too, and his legs moved just as if he were trying to swim 
inside me. And I wanted him to do just that. Oh, God! If he could just crawl 
up inside me, I would be in heaven. We both had come together, and it seemed 
like we plunged and wiggled and clung desperately to one another for hours 
and hours. We continued until we were totally drained of any emotion that we 
could have ever contained in our bodies or in our souls. 

"His penis slipped out of me and I reached down and touched it. Not with 
lust, but with tenderness. I wanted to feel once more the thing that had, 
just seconds ago, brought me such sublime happiness. 

"We lay exhausted, both staring at the dim ceiling above us, without 
speaking, for words were no longer necessary. I was still stroking his soft, 
damp penis. He leaned over and kissed me gently on the forehead. "Trixie, I 
love you more than anything else in the world,' he said. The words thrilled 
me and I snuggled down close to him. The smell of his sweat had a musky, 
sexy odor and I felt so sexy and so well loved. I really felt like I was in 
heaven! All that I had wanted, had anticipated, had been given me, in a 
greater magnitude than I ever expected. My vagina was a little sore, but I 
didn't even mind that. At last, I thought, Daddy is mine, all mine, forever 
and ever and ever. 

"Six months later, I found out I was pregnant. I was not shocked or 
frightened-I was ecstatically happy. I wanted Daddy's child. I had deceived 
him, for he thought that I had been making regular use of the pill, but I 
had deliberately wanted to become inseminated by my paternal lover. I felt 
that since I was his 'wife' in just about every way possible except legally, 
a child would just about complete everything and find us together forever. I 
was so young and ignorant. My rash act brought our whole idyllic world 
crashing down around us. 

"As I have stated, Daddy thought I was still using the pill. We made love 
almost every night. One night we were locked in a tight embrace and he was 
thrilling me with each and every thrust. like a shaft of sheer power and 
energy, it slid back and forth in my welcoming vagina, the faithful and 
happy servant of a monstrous passion. 

"After what seemed like hours of agonized pleasure, during which I savored 
every second of our love, I felt the first throbs of his involuntary muscles 
pulsating him into orgasm. The hot jet of his love literally bored into me. 
I tried to rise to the ceiling as he tried to drive me into the floor. 

"My orgasm was total, full, from the freedom of knowing that I was in no 
danger of getting pregnant-I already was! Within seven months I would bring 
into the world a true 'love-child.' Yes, a child born of great love and 
passion. So involved was I in my love and my expectations that I did not 
bother to look out of the bedroom window. Had I, I doubt if I would have 
assigned any importance to the occasional flick of moonlight that was 
reflected in the window of the apartment directly across from our own. If I 
had only known, I would have begged Daddy to move as quick as possible. All 
of this information became known to me later and came out at Daddy's trial. 
In looking back the whole thing seemed to have happened this way: 

"The light I failed to recognize in the apartment opposite ours was a 
reflection in the lens of a pair of binoculars, held by a boy I didn't know. 
He was thirteen years old and a practiced 'peeping torn.' For weeks he had 
been watching Daddy and me making love! I am sure if that knowledge had been 
confined to Steve (that was the young observer's name) it would have gone no 
further. He was not a tease and, if anything, was a shy, inoffensive type, 
happy in his voyeurism. I am sure he would have been content to silently 
watch, but as luck would have it, he was caught in his harmless avocation by 
his rather straitlaced grandmother, who was with him that unfortunate night. 
It was during this period that I became aware of my expectancy. I told 
Daddy, as soon as I was sure, and he took me to a doctor for verification. 
We drummed up a 'rape-by-teen-age-thugs story.' The doctor went for the 
fiction, hook, line, and sinker. I, of course, did not know that Daddy's 
reason for this course of action was so that he and the doctor could arrange 
for a legal abortion! If I had known, I would have fought tooth and nail to 
have our child. 

"So things appeared to run smoothly. Daddy and I had thought of everything, 
and I settled down to wait for an event which I knew was going to be the 
happiest of my young life. The only thing that I hadn't planned on was 
Steve. I had no idea that, in addition to watching Daddy and me make love 
each night, he kept a completely detailed diary in which he described acts, 
positions, and even facial expressions-and filed them under time and date. 

"At the last check-up at the doctors, we found that I was too far gone to 
risk an abortion, and I was delirious, though Daddy was extremely upset. He 
feared that the baby might be born, in some way, defective, due to the close 
blood-relationship. I pooh-poohed his fears and scoffed them off as old 
wives' tales; he finally accepted the idea, and was soon as happily 
expectant as I. 

"For three more months I was free of all frustrations. Daddy and I proved 
our love every night and sometimes in the afternoon. I became even more 
uninhibited. But, the sands in our glass of pleasure were soon to run out. 

"We'd had a lovely day. A small supper with wine put us in a romantic mood. 
We'd gone to bed early, and even though my belly was rather large by this 
time, Daddy was aroused. Daddy was, oh, so gentle. Our movements were slow 
and deliberate-almost those of two gourmets savoring a delicious meal, yet 
not knowing it was to be our last. I think we both wanted to prolong our 
ultimate responses as long as we could. I pulled Daddy as close as I could 
get him towards me, wrapping my legs around him. I knew he was due to come, 
and I knew we could come together. I was ready, and he was ready, and just 
as we were to orgasm, I whispered into his ear: 'Oh! ... oh! Daddy, Daddy, 
Daddy....' 

"Suddenly there was a crash! The door flew open with a splintering sound and 
the apartment-house manager and another man stood there staring at us with 
eyes wide open with astonishment and their jaws firm with determination. 

"It had finally happened-the thing that I had subconsciously feared-the 
discovery of our tabooed love affair. I knew in that terrible instant that I 
had 'known' my father for the last time ever. The manager quickly moved 
forward, pulled Daddy off my steaming body, and nearly flung him against the 
wall. He turned to me and curtly ordered that I put something on. I was too 
shocked to do anything for a minute. I just stood there, stunned, with 
Daddy's sperm dripping down the insides of my legs. Daddy had regained some 
composure and had donned a shirt and a pair of slacks. He handed me a shift 
that was hanging on a peg in my closet, and I quietly slipped into it. 

"We went into the living room, and the other man, whom the manager had 
presumably brought along as a witness, called the police. Daddy and I sat 
there, looking sadly into each other's eyes. When he left between two burly 
policemen, handcuffs cutting into wrists clasped behind his back, it was the 
last time I ever saw Daddy. As he struggled to get in the back seat of the 
patrol car, he turned for a brief instant; a slight smile of encouragement 
appeared on his face, and he winked confidently. It was all a sham, for 
Daddy was finished. Three days after his trial and conviction for criminal 
incest, he hung himself in his cell at the county jail. Six months later I 
had a baby boy, healthy and normal in all respects. Because I was a 
juvenile, they placed him in a foster home. I never did find out where it 
was. 

"With all my faults, and in spite of all I lack in happiness and the kind of 
fulfillment that so few women ever get, I still have my passionate memories. 
No matter what society or the shrinks say, these are memories of joy and 
beauty for me, and I shall always love my wonderful Daddy!" 

The resolution of the preceding case history-tragic and full of pathos as it 
is-is such that any commentary on it would be superfluous. The question of 
the validity-or of the inhumanity-of the incest taboo, of course, arises in 
cases such as that of Trixie and her father. The girl claims that the child 
was "healthy and normal in all respects." It is not impossible that he was; 
it is not improbable even that the same child will grow up to be a healthy 
and normal man, in all respects. The trauma that his mother, young Trixie, 
had undergone, and the aftereffects from which she will probably never 
escape, however, in a way negate the incestuous offspring's normalcy. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

My Mother ... the Lesbian 

"I don't know why you people are trying to make some kind of federal case 
out of all this. So my father and I have been fucking each other for five 
years. So what? I didn't invent sex, or this incest game; anyways, what's so 
bad about it? If you dig it and it's your bag, to hell with what anybody 
else says! Pop wasn't getting anything from Mom, so I figure I was doing him 
a favor. He's a nice enough guy, and he don't deserve the bad scene my old 
lady has been giving him all these years. I came home from school early one 
fine May afternoon and I find good old Pop giving it to Tillie (she's my 
aunt). He was really throwing the meat to her and she was loving every 
single bit of it. 

"I grab the old Polaroid and start snapping away. I got some great shots. 
Pop is hung like a mule and he sure knows what to do with his tongue. I got 
really itchy in the crotch and wanted some of what Tillie was diggin' so 
much. But I had a feelin' that Pop would be kinda squeamish at the idea of 
ballin' his own daughter. I figured if I took enough good pictures, I might 
convince him of the necessity of swinging my way. 

"Like, he got all tore out of his skull, Poppa did, when he glommed the 
full-color shots for the first time. He begged me to give him the pictures, 
but I told him that I intended to keep them. He asked me what I intended to 
do with them, and when I told him, he damned near passed out. 

" 'Look, Pop, I want you to do for me what you just did for Aunt Tillie.' 

"He said, 'What do you mean?' 

"And I replied, 'I want you to go down on me.' 

"He turned green. He tried to sound stern as he said, 'Now, Doris, dear, 
what would your mother say if she heard you talking like that?' 

"Now this really pissed me off. He hated her as much as I did. He hadn't 
been getting any from her for years. I knew I was a better lay than she ever 
was, and I was determined to prove it. 

"Pop flopped down on the sofa in the front room. I knew the coast was clear, 
'cause my old lady wouldn't be home for several hours. Standing in front of 
him, I slipped out of my skirt and blouse. I stood before my old man in 
nothing but a sheer pair of panties. I don't wear a bra anymore if I can 
help it. I enjoy the stares and the feeling that I am 'turning on' the whole 
male population. I also saw that I was turning on' Pop. His eyes darted 
towards the triangle formed by my tummy and legs meeting, that glorious 
sweat-hole called cunt. I was proud of mine. It had been doing me real good 
service in the last couple of years. Ask the football team and a certain 
botany professor. 

"I slowly and deliberately slid my panties down over my legs and watched Pop 
lick his lips with wild anticipation. They say that 'a hard on has no 
conscience,' and that was certainly true in the case of dear old Pop, for I 
could see he was getting aroused. His big rod was swelling and bulging 
against the restraint of his trouser leg. As my furry cunt sashayed in front 
of him his eyes became saucers and his Adam's apple jitterbugged the length 
of his neck. 

" 'Why are you doing this, Doris?' he gasped. 

" 'Because,' I answered, 'I know you've been "fixed" and I hate taking the 
pill. Besides, what's wrong about keepin' it in the family? I have a lot 
more to offer than ol' Auntie!' And it was true. Aunt Tillie was Mom's 
oldest sister, about forty-eight, and a drunk. She'd come over with a bottle 
of gin at least once a week, when Mom was out, of course, and she and Pop 
would kill it. Yesterday was the first time I had caught them screwin', but 
I had suspected as much for a long time. 

" 'One other thing, Pop,' I added. 'You won't tell. Mom would murder you if 
she saw these pictures. And then-you are my daddy, and I love you, Daddy. 
Daddies love their daughters and they spank them when they are "bad." I'm 
bad, Pop. Won't you give me a good lickin'! ' He shook his head no, but I 
saw the rod he was packin' and as far as I am concerned it says yes. 

"So I reached down, real quick like, undid his fly, and took it out. He kind 
of squeaked, like a scared rabbit, and then I knelt down and began to give 
him a hand job. He closed his eyes up tight, like what he can't see won't 
hurt him. His rod was as big as a cucumber and he was breathin' so hard that 
I thought in five more jerks he would pop off his whole load. I stopped. He 
opened his eyes, and it was damn plain that he was sorely disappointed. 

"Even in spite of his obvious disappointment, he said, 'Doris, please stop 
this. You are making both of us commit a mortal sin; we'll both burn in the 
hellfires of eternal damnation.' 

"I laughed and told him that I was already burning down below, in the cavern 
of my cunt, and that I needed his six-inch fire extinguisher to put those 
'fires of hell' out. 

"I jumped up,'turned around, and sat down squarely on his jabbing rod. It 
slipped into my aching cunt and filled it from wall to wall. I heard him 
sigh with pleasure. 'Why, Pop, that's no way for a father to act. Ain't you 
ashamed of yourself?' 

"I rode him for a while, sliding up and down his great rod, holding his 
balls in one hand like the reins of a horse. Then I could tell again that he 
was about to lose his juice, so I eased up off his rod and stood up. Then he 
started to give me that 'candy-away-from-a-baby' look again, and a big tear 
started to run down his cheek. He said, 'No more, Doris. Stop now, and we 
will get down on our knees and pray together and ask the Lord for 
forgiveness. What we are doing is an abomination!' 

"I told him to get up, and he did, like a meek little child. Then I sat down 
where he was sitting, only I was sort of lying on my back with my legs 
spread wide and my steaming, dripping cunt wide open. 'Now, dearest Pop, I 
want you to get down on your knees. If there's any praying to be done, it 
better be you praying that I come fast.' 

"Pop just stood there, lookin' kinda stupid. He was shaking his head and 
muttering no in a sickly, squeaky whisper, but I could see in his eyes that 
he was fighting the devil for all he was worth. 'Dear Pop, if you don't, 
Mom's going to see a swell bunch of pictures....' Down he came like someone 
knocked his legs out from under him. Straight for the old groove, he headed. 
He sort of half-kissed it at first, you know, with the very tip of his 
tongue. Jeezus, did he look ridiculous! But after a good taste he got 
courageous and energetic real fast, and within a couple of minutes he was 
lapping me up like a hungry kitten after warm milk. I must have had three 
orgasms. He was very good at it. In fact, he was a real expert. I regretted 
that I hadn't made use of his talents sooner. 

"When I got my jollies the fourth time his lips drew on it and turned me on 
even more. His tongue whipped my cream into a froth. That was the best 
eatin' I ever had-made that botany prof a rank beginner. I stopped him just 
as he was breathin' hard and told him to stand up and remove his belt. This 
really confused the stupid jerk. 'Okay, dum-dum,' I said. 'You are going to 
give baby a damned good whipping for being so nasty and so very perverted. 
Fathers should punish their daughters when they have been so very, very 
wicked. The Bible says, "Spare the rod and spoil the child." ' 

"He really surprised the hell out of me. I cannot remember, before this 
time, when he had ever so much as laid a finger on me. I was sure that he 
would balk at the whipping bit. But no. He yanked his belt off with such 
force that he bust two loops from his trousers. And I shall never forget the 
look in his eyes-pure hate. I rolled over so that my ass and back were 
facing him, and he lashed out with that belt like a madman. Don't ask me why 
I enjoy being beaten on the ass, but, I love the pain-in fact, I orgasm 
during it continually. Pop wasn't aware of how much I loved it. He just 
slashed away at my buttocks with the belt, confident that he was properly 
punishing his wayward daughter for her sins. And the way he was doing it, I 
am sure that he was expiating a few of his own at the same time. All the 
time he was whipping me his jaw was grinding, and, considering what a 
'pussycat' he really is, he looked terribly fierce. He injected comments 
like, "This will do you good, Doris. You need discipline. I see now that 
your mother and I have been too lenient with you. You need an iron hand, and 
by the Lord Jehovah, you are going to get it from now on, you wicked, wicked 
strumpet.' To this he added a multitude of biblical and mid-Victorian 
epithets. 

"He really thought he was hurting me, and, physically, he was; but it was 
such mental pleasure! His belt stung, but as the repetition increased the 
throbs of pleasure were sweeter than a hot-fudge sundae. I began to groan 
like I was suffering something awful, but, in truth-I was orgasming, again 
and again. My cunt throbbed like there was a heart beating in it, and my 
legs felt numb and weak, I wanted to scream, 'Harder, hit me harder!! ' but 
I knew if I did, he would stop. I bit my tongue and he kept hitting me 
harder until he collapsed on the floor out of sheer exhaustion. My ass was 
bloody, but unbowed. I lay there on the couch, savoring every delicious 
spasm of pain. I felt wonderful. 

"The next day I was too sore to go to school. I lay in bed most of the 
day-on my belly of course!-sort of daydreaming the time away with erotic 
thoughts of what had occurred the day before. I wondered why I hadn't 
thought of seducing my old man before. It was really something, seeing that 
weak-knead son-of-a-bitch quaking and quivering on his knees before me, 
shoving his tongue in and out of my cunt, giving me pleasure, and all 
because he was scared that I would show the pictures of him and Aunt Tessie 
to Mom. I had him where I wanted him, and little did I know that I would 
have him there for the next five years. 

"About a week after this first encounter with Pop, I came home from school 
one warm, sunny, spring afternoon and Pop was in the kitchen. A half gallon 
of wine was on the table, and seated on a chair in front of it, with his 
head resting in his arms, was Pop. The bottle was almost three-quarters 
empty. I had never known Pop to be anything more than an occasional drinker, 
you know, parties, Christmas, etc. But it was obvious that this time he was 
pretty drunk. 

"He raised his head at the sound of the screen door slamming shut, and his 
rheumy eyes scanned me with distaste from top to bottom. I smiled and said 
gaily, 'Hi, Pop!' He frowned. I walked past him quickly, but he reached out 
and took me by the arm. 

" 'Witch,' he said. 'Spawn of the Devil. What have ye done to me that should 
cause me such torment?' He was speaking to me like someone out of another 
age. 

"I said, 'Pop, you are drunk, let go of me.' 

"He replied, 'What have you done to me that would cause me, thy father, to 
lust, like drunken Lot, for the body of my own flesh?' 

"Then I understood. As aware as he was of the 'sin' he had committed, he 
lusted for me. The poor simple bastard liked it. I reached down, grabbed his 
flaccid rod, and gave it a vicious squeeze. With his free hand he belted me 
a hard one, right in the chops. I spun with the blow and fell backwards, 
hitting my head quite hard against the refrigerator. He jumped to his feet 
and caught me before I sagged to the floor. Picking me up, he carried me 
into my room and gently placed me on the bed. I heard him praying out loud. 
'Dear God, forgive me, if I have killed her, my little daughter.' He went 
into the bathroom and I could hear him turn on the tap water. In a second or 
so, he returned, carrying in his hand a dripping, cold washrag. This he 
applied to my forehead. 

"He was slowly and tenderly applying the cold cloth to my head when I was 
seized with the desire to make the bastard suffer, so I 'played dead' until 
I started to giggle at his anguish. Through my half-opened eyes I could see 
his look of grave concern turn to one of astonishment, and my giggles burst 
forth with such animation that the whole bed rocked. I threw my arms around 
his neck and pulled him down to me, planting a juicy kiss on his surprised 
mouth. At the same time, before he could attempt to pull himself back from 
me, I shoved my hand down his pants and seized his rod firmly. He responded 
immediately, and it began to harden. One thing about Pop: if he brushed his 
rod even against a tree stump he would get a hard on. 

"He started to cry out, 'For God's sake, Doris, don't!' but the liquor and 
his deep-seated lust for me made him my sex slave once again. I knew that in 
spite of his conscience and all his hypocritical religious scruples he 
really enjoyed doing my bidding. His rod was quite hard now, and I skinned 
it back and forth with vigor. He was biting my neck in his passion and 
trying to pull down my panties at the same time. Quickly he got them down 
below my knees and his hand went straight for my cunt. I blocked his efforts 
with my hand. I wouldn't let him get in, just yet. He groaned in absolute 
frustration. Pop was really gonna sweat this one out if I had my way. But, I 
didn't expect him to get mean about it. We struggled for a few minutes and I 
was enjoying his frantic efforts to get a finger or two into my slot. 
Finally, with a great exertion of strength he grabbed me by both wrists and 
forced my arms back over my head. But he had a problem. He still had his 
pants on, and I could feel the rigid iron of his rod pressing against my 
cunt. I pushed my pelvis up against him, and it drove him wild. I was still 
holding out against him, and getting a real kick out of it, when he suddenly 
let go of one of my arms and slapped me hard on the cheek. It stung like 
blazes, but at the same time a tingle of delight went through my body and I 
experienced, for the first time, a sensation that could only be described as 
a 'miniorgasm.' As I recoiled in pain and pleasure, he quickly rose and 
doffed his pants and undershorts. His rod stuck out like a torpedo. I 
suddenly had the urge to suck it, and suck it violently. I got up to my 
knees on the bed and, grabbing Pop by the ass, pulled him to me once again. 
Then I lowered my lips over the swollen head of his rod. He sighed as I 
started pulling on it like a newborn calf on a cow's teat. I let my teeth 
scrape its tender surface, and he let out a little scream. I bit a little 
harder, and he responded by bashing me on the side of my head with a closed 
fist. I saw stars for a few seconds and got a flash of excitement. I sucked 
harder and chewed his rod a little bit more. I felt his legs and stomach 
stiffen, and he belted me again. My ears were ringing, but I felt all the 
more excited. I felt the head of his rod swell to gigantic proportions and 
knew he was just about ready to come. I slowed down on my oral manipulations 
and felt the throbbing in his rod subside. 

"I withdrew my lips and he sighed. 'Doris, Doris, please don't stop! God, 
forgive me, but I don't want you to stop.' 

"I was breathing hard and felt like I was going to great out any second. I 
took the opportunity to pull my panties off and pull my dress over my head. 
As the fabric caressed my breasts, I knew my nipples were erect, like tiny 
hard ons. The whole area of my groin was damp with passion juice. I threw 
the dress and panties to one side and, lying down on my back, drew Pop to me 
once again, only this time I directed his head towards my groin. His tongue 
was rough, hot, and eager as it entered my slot. Pop was sure excited. He 
blew into my crack and caused my insides to inflate like a balloon. It felt 
great. I grabbed his hair and pulled him against me tightly, so as to allow 
no air to escape. He started to lap at my cunt, and the excitement sent 
thrills to my head, all the way from the tip of my toes. 

"The more he dug his tongue into me the more frantic I got, for it was like 
a great tidal wave was engulfing me and carrying me far out into a sea of 
psychedelic rainbows. I started to beat Pop on the head with my fists, but 
that only made him slow down and I wanted him to go much faster. I had a 
feeling like I was running after a train that was just leaving the station 
and the harder I ran the faster it moved away from me, and though I tried my 
best, I knew deep down inside that it was going to leave me behind. I didn't 
want that to happen now. I was working up to the biggest orgasm of my life, 
and I didn't want to goof it. 

"I grabbed hold of Pop's ears and lifted him out of my groin. 'You're going 
to beat me, do you understand? Hurt me, dear Poppa, punish your dirty, sick 
little girl!' I was pleading with him, but he just looked at me, shaking his 
head no, and trying to force his head back down to my cunt. The sonuvabitch 
liked it. I was almost in tears, not knowing what to do. Then the idea of 
baiting him flashed through my mind. 'You dirty cunt-lapper, hit me!' He 
still didn't move. 

'You filthy, cocksucking, mother-fucker.' Still no response. 'You'd fuck 
God, if he bent over, you faggot bastard!' That did it! 

"He straightened up and with a cry of rage seized me by the throat and 
started to strangle me. I kicked him hard, right in the balls, and as he 
writhed in pain, I started to scratch his face. He released me with his 
hands and started to flail at me with his fists. I collapsed on the bed, 
cowering under the raining blows, and suddenly I felt numb. I didn't feel 
the smashing of his fists anymore. I felt like I had been forgiven for being 
me. I reached total orgasm. I felt hot, then icy cold, then warm, then cool. 
I felt like I was falling into an endless tunnel, then like I was a shooting 
star! I felt so clean, so pure, so lovely. Then I seemed to sink into a 
deep, dreamless sleep, although I could hear Pop's voice calling to me. He 
sounded a thousand miles away. I had the awareness to realize that he had 
stopped hitting me. 

"It took me a little longer to recover from this beating. I think Pop was 
beginning to enjoy this aspect. He certainly did me up royally. I was sore 
for a week. We both explained to Mom that I had been beaten up during a 
student riot at school. She believed us and was ready to sue the city, the 
tactical police force, and the school administration. We calmed her down and 
she accepted the reasons for my two black eyes and my swollen jaw. Pop 
didn't speak to me for some time afterwards. He spent a lot of time praying 
and begging the Lord for forgiveness, but anytime I got horny, he was there, 
Johnny-on-the-spot. I think he was being torn a bit apart by the whole 
relationship. But I could care less. I, a sixteen-year-old girl, had more 
balls than he had in his forty-odd years. If he wasn't such a whimpering 
chickenshit I might have respected him a little, but the way he groveled in 
front of me made me feel only disgust and contempt. 

"Several times I found my room searched, and knew that he was looking for 
the incriminating pictures I had taken of him and Tessie. I decided that I 
was tired of finding my room a mess, so I did a brazen thing the following 
night at the supper table. Mom was dishing out the mashed potatoes and gravy 
when I reached into, my jeans pocket and handed Pop an envelope across the 
table. 'I think you've been looking for these,' I cooed, innocently, and the 
look on Pop's face was hysterically funny as he removed the photo prints 
from the envelope. At the first glance, he shoved them back in the envelope 
so fast that he cut his fingers on the edge of the paper. He turned white, 
then scarlet, and sputtered incoherent words. With shaking hands he placed 
them into his coat pocket. Mom looked up from what she was serving and said, 
'What is it, dear? An important letter or something?' Pop mustered up a 
squeaking reply about it being some church news and stared at his roast 
beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy. I thought he was going to throw up. 

"Pop thought that I had let him off of the hook, but I just tried a new 
tack. The thing that had bound him to me as a sex slave was my possession of 
the incriminating photographs. But I was bored. I wanted some strange stuff 
for a while, and I also knew that I would drive him batty if I cut him off, 
even though he thought that he was giving in to me against his will. 

"I decided that I would tease him by letting him know that I was fucking 
some of the best studs in the neighborhood. When I would go out on dates I 
would always manage to return slightly disheveled, and on more than one 
occasion I turned up with a few bruises, accommodatingly supplied by my date 
of the evening. I was right in my assumption. I would find him looking at me 
longingly, with that same stupid, lustful stare. I would stare right back at 
him and he would drop his eyes. He just couldn't figure out why I had 
seemingly lost all desire for him. This, of course, affected whatever ego he 
had. This obvious rejection troubled him, Christian ethics and morality be 
damned. The sonuvabitch was hotter than hell for me, and that was all there 
was to it. I let him suffer for quite some time, before I gave in to his 
silent wish. The time I did, the poor bastard thought that he had raped me. 
I'm sure his conscience bugged him after that. 

"This is how it had happened. I had come in from a date with Charlie R--. 
Charlie was a switch-hitter. What I mean by that is that he dug boys as well 
as girls. He was effeminate to the point of being almost revolting, and I 
knew Pop hated him with a fervor. Charlie was twenty-six and looked sixteen. 
A hairdresser by profession and a watercolorist by avocation. He was a 
typical 'intellectual-fairy' type. He was blonde and thin and had a slender 
waist and rather large lips. I think if he had taken a few male hormone 
shots, it might have helped him. He looked like he was living on a diet of 
strictly female hormones. Pop winced every time 

Charlie called. 

"But for my purposes, Charlie was 'all man,' or at least man enough for me. 
If the most dedicated homosexual in the world can 'get it up' for me when I 
place my full red lips around it, he's got enough going for him to please 
me. Charlie loved to be blown. He used some kind of male perfume that really 
turned me on. 

"The one instance that really shook Pop up happened after Charlie had 
brought me home, quite late one evening. We had been to a drive-in and the 
second feature was a real dud. Our boredom caused us to think of other 
things; before long we were in the back seat of Charlie's Dodge and he was 
licking the hell out of my cunt. In fact, we were going at it with such 
passion that the windows of the car steamed up to where we couldn't have 
seen the movie screen if we had wanted to. Anyway, as I was saying, Charlie 
brought me home and I invited him in for a coke. Mom was already in bed, but 
the light shining under the door from Pop's room showed me that he was still 
up, and probably doin' his Bible reading. 

"While I was going to the icebox to get the cokes, Charlie excused himself 
to go to the toilet. He left the door open and I could see his pants piled 
around the lower parts of his legs, and his shiny, pink knees. I opened the 
bottles and decided to take his coke to him. I went into the bathroom and 
handed him his coke. I stood there a moment, just talking small talk and 
gazing every so often at his magnificent rod that hung down so far that it 
almost reached the water level of the toilet bowl. I impishly reached down 
between his legs and touched it. 

Charlie gave a start, then smiled and said, 'Do it again.' I did, and before 
I knew it, I was on my knees, between his legs, and had the whole sweet 
shaft of his in my mouth. He got so excited as I pulled on it that his arm 
flailed out and knocked over a bottle of mouthwash that was on the top of 
the tank. I heard the loud crash, but I was getting my jollies chewing on 
his rod, and didn't think to close the bathroom door. Well, the noise 
brought Pop out of his room, and when he saw us in this rather compromising 
position, all hell broke loose. He picked Charlie up, right off the toilet 
seat, dragged him through the house, with his pants all tangled around his 
ankles, and threw him out of the house and into the driveway. Charlie got up 
and, trying to pull up his trousers, jumped into his car, backed out of the 
driveway, and peeled rubber for half a block getting out of there. I noticed 
as he got into the car that his rod was still fully extended and hard as 
ever. For a semifag, he was quite a man. He never came back to the house 
again, and I can't say that I blame him very much. 

"Pop was furious. When he returned to the house, he dragged me to my room by 
the hair. As soon as we were in the room, he started to slap me around 
something awful. I was in tears. He really lit into me, but I noticed that 
he was breathing hard, and not from the physical exertion of batting me 
about. I looked at his pajama pants. Sure enough, his rod was as hard as 
Charlie's and was pokin' out through the fly. The sonuvabitch must have 
gotten turned on, watching me blow Charlie. 

"I started to laugh, and Pop stopped hitting me. He saw me looking down at 
his big hard on and his face tinged crimson. With one hand holding my mashed 
and bleeding lip, and the other reaching out for his rod, Pop had had it! 
The same old longing flashed across his face. The longing manifested by 
memories, too recent. I had him once again where I wanted him. This time he 
was not being held prisoner by blackmailing photos, but by the 
self-commitment of his own lust. 

" 'Spank me, Pop, for I've been a bad little slut.' 

"He quietly pulled his belt from the loops, and I lay down on the floor and 
pulled my panties down below my knees. My whole body tingled with delicious 
expectation. 

"I wasn't disappointed-he let me have it but good! My ass grew redder with 
each swat of the leather belt. I was excited, sexually, almost 
instantaneously. The belt left deep welts in the whiteness of my bottom, and 
I looked like the lower half of a U.S. flag in that area. I came at least a 
dozen times before his arms gave out with the strain. I was almost delirious 
from the delightful pain. He fell down on me and, placing one arm across the 
small of my back and the other across the back of my thighs, he began 
kissing the bloody welts on my butt. I whimpered with passion, and he 
started moving up my back with his lips until he was warmly kissing the back 
of my neck. At the same time he was taking off his pants and shorts. I felt 
the soft smooth touch of his rod slightly penetrate the crack of my ass. I 
figured that he wanted me dog-fashion and was about to mention to him that 
he was aiming too high, when it suddenly dawned on me that my cunt wasn't 
the target that he had in mind. The sonuvabitch wanted to bugger me in the 
ass-hole. 

"I'd never had it that way before, and though I was a little tense at the 
beginning, I finally relaxed and let him shove it in. It was a thrilling 
sensation, and it hurt a lot. Of course, my butt got in the way, so he 
couldn't shove it in all the way, which I was sure he would've loved to do. 
It was a different kind of pain, but the sensation was terrific. I had an 
intense longing to have another rod in my cunt at the same time, but Pop was 
only human. I guided his hand to my crotch and he stuck his middle finger in 
deeply until it reached the tip of my womb. When he would pull back with his 
rod he would push with his finger, and the effect was absolutely groovy. I 
don't know what book he had read, or how he got the idea, but I sure was not 
in a mood for complaining. This double fucking was great. I had a massive 
orgasm and screwed my ass-hole tight, until he yelped. He sure couldn't 
stand any pain whatsoever. Finally, he came, deep inside my ass. I pushed 
his hand close to my cunt and yelled, 'Finger-fuck me faster!' Which he did. 

"All during this act, he was crying, 'Doris, I love you, I love you! I know 
this is sinful, but, God knows I love you and will forgive us. We shall go 
away, where no one will ever know. Your mother will never find us.' 

"But Mom did find us, and unfortunately it was right after that stupid 
sonuvabitch had made his little speech. She had come home unexpectedly, and 
hearing the noises coming from the bedroom, decided to snoop. At first she 
was too shocked to do anything but stand there and hold her breath. Then her 
eyes fell upon the recently discarded belt. She seized it and began to beat 
the living shit out of Pop. He screamed like a frightened broad and pulled 
out of me immediately. As he rolled off me, I thought Mom was going to let 
me have it, too. But she kept on slashing away at Pop with the belt. 

"Mom's screaming epithets were for him alone. Then it dawned on me . ... She 
thought he was raping me. I was delighted with the mis-judgment on her part 
and immediately began sobbing, like the poor abused, teenaged victim of 
paternal lust-which I most certainly wasn't. Pop was yelling that 'Doris 
made me do it . ... Doris is the daughter of the Devil-and he made me do 
it!' The chickenshit bastard was making all kinds of excuses and Mom didn't 
believe a single one of them. I played innocent and when my mom called the 
cops and had Pop jailed for rape and incest, I testified at the trial. Pop's 
lawyer tried to establish the fact that I had seduced him, but the jury, who 
seemed disgusted with him in the first place, wouldn't buy it. Pop got 
twenty years for it. He went a little buggy, and now he is in a state 
hospital for the criminally insane. Serves the stupid bastard right." 

Doris C-possesses just about every one of the sadomasochistic traits known 
to medical science. The fact that she was able to achieve orgasm through 
being severely beaten (masochism) does not mitigate in the least her 
sadistic predilections. The sadist and the masochist are intrinsically one 
and the same. She was eighteen years of age at the time she dictated the 
preceding account. Doris was a plain and unduly unattractive girl with harsh 
features and a rather broad, thick build, and she seemed determined to lend 
a bad impression of herself. If she had any redeeming qualities whatever, 
she was very careful to conceal them. 

Surprisingly enough, her I.Q. was well above average, which her attitude and 
hostility towards the interviewer belied. Pugnacious in nature, she was 
given to using masculine metaphors in general conversation (rod, cunt, fuck, 
etc.), and admitted to being envious of males (indicative of "penis envy"). 
In reference to this she stated: "Yeah, I've often wished that I had been 
born a guy. Men have it made. They can stick their dick into anything and 
get away with it. No babies. No messy monthly pads. More money and a lot 
more fun. A guy's a big fuckin' hero if he's balled twenty or thirty girls; 
they call a chick"that does the same a slut, or worse. That's not very fair, 
a broad's screwed from the time that she is born." 

Doris wanted to be a male, she envied the masculine freedom and 
independence. Therefore, she chose to dominate, and her weak-willed father 
provided the perfect outlet. In her ability to browbeat, humiliate, and 
negate him and his manliness, she, in turn, became partly male in the 
process. 

In denigrating and demeaning her own father, the full symbol of paternal and 
masculine authority, by mental, physical, and verbal means (such as 
referring to him as "dum-dum." 

"shit-head" and "sonuvabitch") she increased her lust for domination. In 
coercing him, first by blackmail, and then by utilizing his own weakness, 
she made him feel physically inferior. The more she emasculated him, the 
more she "masculated" herself. She certainly displayed no remorse or shame 
for her actions. 

To label her "psychotic" in this sense would be perfectly correct, but one 
could almost be assured that latent lesbianism was also coming to the 
forefront; though, probably due to a lack of lesbian experience at the time, 
she was unaware of the subconscious desire to "become a man" in the full 
sense. 

In order to understand the situation a little more clearly, let us interject 
now the narrative of Clarence C-, the father of our subject. 

"Doris was as fine a daughter as a man could want until she was about 
fifteen or so. Then she seemed to grow hard, to become very old for her age, 
to become disrespectful of her elders, and-I suppose one might call it 
that-over-sophisticated. She began to think it was clever and cute to inject 
four-letter words into her telephone conversations with her girl friends and 
some of the boys she knew. I frequently reprimanded her about this 
unlady-like quality, and her reply, usually when my wife Betsy was well out 
of earshot, was, 'Fuck you, Pop!' She had, for the most part of her life 
called me 'Daddy,' but now she called me 'Pop' in the first person, and 'my 
ol' man' in the third. I couldn't understand why she had changed so, but I 
said little, in order to keep things peaceful. I guess that was my first 
mistake. Betsy was going through menopause and was extremely difficult to 
get along with. She cared nothing about sex, and when we did indulge, it was 
ever so grim. 

"Betsy was terribly afraid of pregnancy. Because of ovarian cysts, she was 
afraid to use the pill. I disliked rubbers, and pulling out in time always 
frustrated both of us. I submitted to a vasectomy, for her sake, but her 
sexual desire faded as the years went on until she reached a state of 
absolute frigidity. Life was hell for me then. I am a very sexual person. I 
feel that the enjoyment of copulation is a gift of God, and I treasure any 
gift and make use of it. 

"About this time-it had been almost a year since I had had any kind of sex 
relations with my wife-her youngest sister, Tess, had lost her husband in 
Vietnam. We sort of took to each other, and soon took to meeting-very 
discreetly, of course-and indulging in sex acts, which comforted us both, 
and, of course, solved our mutual problem. And then, one afternoon we made 
the tragic mistake of rendezvousing in our home. Doris came home from school 
early and found us locked in sexual embrace. Neither her aunt nor myself 
heard or saw her enter. She procured her Polaroid camera and took several 
shots of us, locked in erotic positions. The little bitch! The unscrupulous 
little vixen! After Tess had left, Doris approached me with one of the 
damaging photographs. I grabbed it from her and tore it up, but sneeringly 
she informed me that she had many more. She threatened to show them to 
Betsy, her mother, if I did not give in to her whims. The thought of the 
reaction of my sweet, ill Betsy to these filthy pictures drove me almost to 
distraction. I was taken aback, for I knew full well that Doris never 
bluffed. If she said that she was going to do a certain thing, hell nor high 
water could prevent her from doing so. I was petrified. I thought of killing 
her, so desperate was I, but was murder any better than incest or adultery? 
I figured that it wasn't, and underneath it all, I am a God-fearing man! 

"So I gave in to her; I surrendered my pride and dignity, my mind and body, 
as sacrifices on the altar of her sexual madness. She then forced me from 
that afternoon on to defile myself with acts so vile and depraved that they 
defy imagination. She made me beat her, and she was, like the 'whore of 
Babylon,' so depraved and debauched that she was able to receive the 
ultimate in sexual gratification from the very rain of blows from my belt. 

"I would be lying if I said I was not aroused physically by this contact. 
This vile creature made me often forget that she was of my flesh and blood. 
She had ways of arousing lust from a corpse, I do believe. But, even as my 
sterile sperm would gush into her, I would invoke heaven for forgiveness and 
release from my bondage. I truly deplored the spasmodic stabbings of my 
ejaculations. 

"Her foulest bent, though, for me, was to press my mouth to her genital lips 
and slide my tongue over and around her clitoral prominence. She would 
achieve countless orgasms in this fashion, and my mouth and face would be 
inundated with her nauseous genital juices. This went on for several years, 
and then, suddenly, my wife died. I went to her sister Tess and told her the 
whole filthy story. She suggested that I obtain treatment for Doris. I 
didn't get off that easy. I, too, carry emotional scars. 

Though I want to marry Tess, and for once be happy, I do not dare, for this 
experience has left me completely impotent!" 

Clarence C-was needlessly tortured and victimized. That his daughter had a 
diabolically powerful advantage over him with the photographic proof of his 
adultery, cannot be denied. But a normally strict, aggressive, and 
self-contained male would have demanded the rest of the photos when she 
first threatened him with them. For a sixteen-year-old juvenile to gain and 
maintain such malevolent control over a mature male, some personality 
imbalance must be present in the adult's own character. We suspect that his 
avowed "reprimand" was more intended than carried out; or, if he did 
discipline or correct her, that it was done so weakly or effeminately that 
it aroused contempt rather than respect. It is more than possible that had 
Clarence C-been a strong and authoritative paternal agent, Doris might have 
passed through the critical metamorphosis stage (from adolescence to young 
womanhood, a period when a tendency towards neurosis is quite common) 
without regressing and then fixating into the unchangeable mold of the 
psychopath. 

There is also the obvious possibility that Doris possessed strong, but 
extremely latent, lesbian tendencies, tendencies that she never actualized 
outwardly, but did so only inwardly through her sadomasochistic treatment of 
her amenable but morally and spiritually weak father. 

Her psychosis is patently infantile; she dominates as a child dominates-out 
of a petulant need to be continually supplied with what she wants. 

A child often not only expects punishment for wrongdoing but wants to be 
duly punished; the wrong is thereby assuaged and the child's conscience 
soothed. Doris, true to the masochists' creed, wanted to be severely 
punished for her flagrant and wanton actions-and the pain of this wanted 
punishment was so satisfying and appreciated that she was able to have 
orgasm and get release as its climactic effect. 

With proper treatment, perhaps Clarence C can be cured of his "impotency," 
if it is, as we suspect, triggered by his traumatic experience with his 
depraved and wanton offspring. To find out how this tragic thing happened to 
Clarence C-, let us continue with Doris C-'s intriguing and bizarre 
narrative. 

"Don't get the idea that I was 'queer' for Pop. As a sex symbol, he was 
punk, but the sonuvabitch sure knew how to lap my pussy. I don't know if I 
hated him really; it was just that I had no damn respect for such a 
willy-nilly, cowardly, spineless individual. When I had shown him the 
photos, he should have beat the hell out of me and made me turn the stuff 
over to him right then and there. But, he wouldn't. If he had demanded them 
with any conviction, I would have given all of them to him, but when I 
watched him cringe, turn white in the face, and almost faint, I had to dig 
into him. I knew that he hadn't laid Mom for quite some time, and that he 
had been balling Aunt Tessie within days after Uncle Clyde got his in 
Indo-China. It pissed me off that he would screw right in 

Mom's bed. That was just too much. 

"At first the idea of making him go down on me seemed rather repulsive. 
After all, I was raised to be a good Christian girl-unfortunately, I wasn't 
though!-and though it may seem unbelievable, I do have a conscience. 

"All I knew was that I wanted to humiliate him. When I did, I found out that 
it was a groovy feeling. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I longed to 
be punished for it, and a lot more things that no one, for the most part, 
knew about. I finally had to beg him to beat me. When he finally lost his 
temper and lit into me so violently, I really creamed my jeans. I felt, in 
addition to the thrill that I somehow got through the inflicted pain, that 
Pop was acting like a father should when his child is naughty. 

"I had seen him take so much shit from Mom, just because she was having a 
rough time with her change of life. The poor bastard even had himself tied 
off, and still she wouldn't have anything to do with him sexually. She'd 
just bitch, bitch, bitch, and he would cringe and silently submit to all her 
irrational whims. I began to wonder if he had had a castration by mistake, 
instead of a simple vasectomy. 

"I wasn't a virgin when I got myself fucked by Pop. I think that I mentioned 
the botany teacher, and, of course, Charlie, the fag switch-hitter, but 
there were many others. I really feel that I have had my share. I also found 
out that, on occasion, I like girls, too. It's funny how I discovered that 
quirk in my nature. 

"It started with Sheila. She was a school chum of mine. About five feet 
three inches in height, with amber hair cut very short, and a pair of boobs 
that would drive you nuts. I found myself strangely attracted to her, and we 
hit it off great from the first introduction. Queer Charlie introduced us 
one hot afternoon at the beach. Sheila was a familiar figure around school, 
but she was rather standoffish and, indeed, she had few friends. I never saw 
her date anyone of the crowd. But I felt drawn to her, like she was my long 
lost sister or something. I supposed that she was a strange and lonely girl. 

"One day, I went over to her house in the late afternoon. We had arranged to 
do our homework together. I knocked at the door and Sheila called from 
somewhere within the house to come in. I entered and walked down the hallway 
to her room. My eyes popped open when I stepped into her room. She was lying 
on the bed, stark-naked, and was running a black rubber thing in and out of 
her cunt. I later learned that this was called a 'dildo' and we would use it 
on each other many, many times in the future. At first I was shocked, but 
then I burst out laughing! 'Don't knock it till you've tried it!' came the 
reply between gasps of breath. I guessed she was just about ready to come 
any second. 

"I replied, 'Don't mind if I do.' Sheila pulled the thing out of her cunt 
and tossed it to me. It was hot with friction, and slippery. I tossed the 
thing back to her and started stripping off my clothes. Once nude, I crawled 
in alongside her. Her body was cool with sweat, and as our flesh touched I 
felt a tingle go through me. 

"I rolled on my back and spread my legs, and Sheila slowly thrust the thing 
into me. I was tense with the sense of being entered by something very 
strange. If it had a body attached to it on the other end, it would have 
felt more familiar, but this thing, hard as it was, was lifeless. It is 
strange to look up through half-closed eyes, feeling a hard rod inside of 
you, and see absolutely nothing. It's like being fucked by a phantom dick. 

"Sheila began moving the thing back and forth within me, and my lubricating 
juices started flowing. Then she straddled me and sat down on my legs; this 
increased the agitation somewhat. But it looked even stranger than no one at 
all-to see a gorgeous hunk of female sitting on top of you, shoving an 
eight-inch rod into you. I found myself rolling my hips to increase the 
rhythm of the dildo. Sheila leaned over and started sucking on my eager 
nipples. I was thrilled. I never realized that a girl could thrill me as 
much as a man. 

"I grew expectant for orgasm and arched my back in anticipation, but, just 
as I was about to spasm, Sheila quickly withdrew the dildo, scooted down to 
my groin, and stuck her tongue in between my cunt lips. God, it felt good! I 
felt like I was being engulfed by a tidal wave. I was totally submerged in 
exotic passion. That first experience with a lesbian would never be 
repeated. 

"We continued these erotic activities until suppertime. Sheila's mother 
returned, and I was invited to join them for supper. I accepted, and all 
through the delicious dinner, right on down to the dessert, my mind was full 
of thoughts of me fucking Sheila with the dildo, of Sheila fucking me with 
the dildo, of Sheila sucking on my cunt, of me sucking on hers, of sucking 
each other's, simultaneously. Rubbing, caressing, kissing, and the sublime 
experience of mutual orgasm. This, plus the tenderness that only two women 
can achieve together, made my heart beat faster. I looked across the table 
to Sheila and smiled. She knew what was going on in my mind and winked back 
at me. 

"My relationship with Sheila lasted for several months. Nothing tragic broke 
us up. Sheila's father was offered a better position in another city and 
they moved there. Feeling that relations with another woman would never 
equal the thing that Sheila and I had going for us, I resumed sexual 
activities with males I knew, and, of course, with dear ol' Pop. 

"After Sheila had been gone for some time I told Pop, after one of our 
typical sexual flings, about Sheila and myself. I thought that he would 
vomit. We had reached the stage now where he went through the whole 
sex-beating routine without a whit of self-reproach. I was getting bored. If 
I didn't make him sweat, it wasn't much fun. Besides, his attitude was 
beginning to become one of 'I don't think she really deserves punishment 
this severe.' Of course, that put a damper on the whole thing. I had to come 
up with new ways of humiliating this jellyfish, who supposedly was my 
father. 

"One night I was having him lap my pussy. Trying to inject a little novelty 
into it, I had him lying on his back on my bedroom floor. I was squatting 
down, well positioned over his head, when I had the fierce urge to urinate. 
I was just about to stand up and go to the bathroom to accomplish this, when 
I was seized by a wild idea. 

"His dick was hard, there before my eyes, and he was jacking himself off at 
the same time he was eating me. I saw the head swell and turn crimson as he 
was preparing to ejaculate. I waited till the precise moment he started to 
shoot, and then I let loose. I pissed right down on his face. The poor 
sonuvabitch nearly drowned in it. He choked, retched, and sputtered. His 
dick went immediately soft, right in the midst of his ejaculation. The 
sticky sperm spread over his lower abdomen, and then, as his rod whipped 
back in retraction, it smeared a gob on his hairy leg. I laughed so hard 
that I fell to the floor. Wiping the urine from his eyes, he glared at me, 
and his whole body shook with rage. 'Doris, goddamn you-that wasn't the 
least bit funny!' He rose and padded into the bathroom, and a second later I 
heard him start to shower. 

"Five minutes later he reappeared, somewhat calmed down and dressed in his 
dressing gown. I waited for him to belt me one, for this was abject 
humiliation that I had subjected him to. But nothing happened. He stood 
before my mirror and began combing his hair. 

" 'Ain't you going to hit me for that one, Pop?' I taunted him. 

"He didn't move. 'No, Doris, I am not.' 

"I was stunned. He quietly walked out of my room and down the hall. I was 
furious-and frustrated. 

"For several weeks after that, Pop avoided me like the very plague. Mom 
wasn't feeling very well and was home most every night. She had been very 
active until recently with her bridge club, church work, and coffee 
klatches. She didn't look good at all. She had lost a lot of weight and had 
big black circles under both eyes. Pop was beside himself with anguish. She 
refused to see our doctor and took to spending more and more time secluded 
in her room. One day she asked Pop to send for Aunt Tessie. He did. She 
arrived four days later and started looking after Mom. This was the first 
time she had returned to the house since my photographic foray into their 
little affair, Pop's and hers. 

"Pop made it a point to never be alone in the house with me. I couldn't let 
him get away with it. I knew that, somewhere, he and Tessie were fucking up 
a storm. They conceivably could be using the storeroom that was part of the 
garage out back. My suspicions were correct, for late one night I saw a 
light shining in the garage. I stole from my bed and sneaked out across the 
backyard. Creeping up to the garage door on all fours, I peeked through a 
large crack in the wall. It was Pop and Aunt Tessie. Pop was sitting on the 
floor with his hands out behind him for support. Tessie was there in her 
frilly pink nightgown. Pop had only his pajama top on. The bottoms were 
carefully laid out over the fender of the car. I noticed that an old 
mattress was beneath them. Tessie was on her knees, bending over Pop's lower 
extremities. Her nightgown hung down away from her and I could see her 
gorgeous breasts hanging down free. The coral nipples were erect with 
excitement, and no wonder about the cause for that. She was sucking on Pop's 
stiff rod with great delight. Pop's head was thrown back and a grin of 
pleasure was stretched from ear to ear. Almost without realizing it, my hand 
stole down to my cunt. It was moist already. I started fingering it, and got 
quite a thrill by masturbating in rhythm with the erotic scene before my 
eyes. 

"Tessie's head began to bob up and down faster and faster. Pop's hands dug 
into the sides of the old mattress until I thought the veins in his arms and 
neck would start to pop! Pop shot his load into Aunt Tessie's mouth with 
such force that she was unable to contain it. It splurted out and dripped 
down the shaft of his rod and ran into his pubic hair. He straightened up 
and, seizing her head between his hands, forced her mouth down to the base 
of his rod. Tessie couldn't breathe and she struggled to free herself before 
she suffocated. While all this was going on, I was finger-fucking to beat 
the band. Suddenly a twig snapped behind me and I turned to see Mom standing 
behind me. How long she had been there, I didn't know, but I am sure it was 
long enough to see everything I was doing to myself. Just then, Pop, the 
stupid bastard, let out a long satisfied moan. This sound directed Mom's 
attention from me to the garage door. I took the opportunity to stand up and 
lean against it, to try to keep my mother from entering. As luck would have 
it, the door opened inwards, and I fell through it, landing smack on my 
back. 

"Tessie was licking up Pop's sperm. They both looked startled as they saw 
the grim vision of my enraged mother standing in the doorway. None of us was 
able to utter a sound. Pop looked as if he were going to have a heart 
attack. Tessie's face broke out into an embarrassed grin, complete with 
dripping sperm. It looked like she had been eating soft ice cream. Mom let 
out a muffled 'Agggh!' and fled back into the house.' 

"I looked at Pop and then at Tessie. For a second, I felt a bit of 
compassion for them, but only briefly. "The fat's in the fire, now,' I said. 

"Tessie looked at me brazenly, wiped her dripping chin with one arm, and 
flounced off to the house. Pop got shakily to his feet and attempted to put 
his pajama pants back on, falling on his ass, twice, in the process. It had 
finally happened ... what he had feared all these years. And I wasn't the 
one responsible. He came over to me and buried his head in my shoulder. 'Oh, 
Doris, what in God's name are we going to do now?' He was sobbing like a 
little boy. I was almost moved to pity, if I had had any for him! But I 
hadn't. The only reason I tried to keep Mom from going into the garage was 
to protect her, certainly not the other two! I pushed Pop from me and he 
sank to the floor, blubbering. 

"The house was strangely quiet the next few days. Tessie packed the next 
morning and took a cab to the airport. Mom stayed in her room all day, 
reading the Bible. Pop went to work and didn't get home till almost 
midnight, and when he came in, he was so drunk that he staggered. He went 
immediately to Mom's room and whispered through the door, 'Betsy, forgive 
me, I didn't mean it. It will never happen again. Please let me in . ... Oh, 
God, forgive this innocent sinner. I didn't know what I was doing. ... It 
was all her fault ... Tessie's. Honest, Betsy ... please ... please ... 
please!! ' 

"Nothing but silence from Mom's room. 

"Suddenly Pop turned and faced me. 'You,' he said. 'It's your fault that all 
this happened. You little depraved whore, you debauched bitch, it is all 
your fault. Do you hear me? All your fault!' He lunged at me and began 
beating me with both fists. One fist landed smack on my mouth. I felt 
several teeth break and I think my jaw cracked. I was frightened. I had done 
nothing except try to keep Mom from finding out. I had no feeling of guilt 
whatsoever. I think Pop would have killed me had not Mom come from her room 
and heaved her Bible and caught Pop on the back of the head. It was a rather 
heavy one, not the motel type you and I are familiar with. 

"That had a traumatic effect on Pop. He never hit me again-unless I deserved 
it. Life was hell around the house for the next few months. For a short time 
I even became 'anti-sex.' It just wasn't worth the bother. I guess if I were 
a guy, knocking off a piece whenever I wanted to, and then either tossing 
the chick out of the car or turning over and going to sleep (it's all the 
same for the chick, you know), it might have been all right. I thought about 
Sheila. I couldn't figure out why I was so attracted to her. I knew I was 
not a les. I enjoyed a stiff rod too much for that, but yet, the memory of 
Sheila's tongue in my snatch . ... Boy, that was something. 

"Mom was getting worse all the time. We finally called the doctor, and after 
he had examined her he told us that he could find nothing organically wrong 
with her, it was just that she had no longer any desire to live and was just 
wasting away. He suggested a sanatorium, but Pop would not even think of 
such a thing. He was drunk most of the time and had taken a leave of absence 
from the factory. He just laid around the house all day soaking up cheap 
wine by the gallon and half gallon and pacing back and forth in front of 
Mom's room. Mom only came out of her room when he was out of the house. 

"But all of Pop's drive was sexual. I could tell as days went by-he would 
get hornier and hornier. Tessie wasn't here to suck him off, but she wrote 
to him three or four times a week, and whatever was in those letters sure 
turned him on. I was getting pretty horny myself by then. Most of my friends 
were out of town for the summer, so I couldn't ball around with them. It 
began to look like Pop was my only outlet, and he didn't seem the least bit 
interested anymore. Even when he firmly protested before, I knew deep down 
inside that the sonuvabitch was relishing the 'ravishing' of pore li'l ol' 
me. I had to figure some way to turn him on. After all, you can't get fucked 
very well by a soft dick. 

"Then, one day, luck beckoned to me. I had been cleaning house and had 
walked into the bathroom to hang up fresh towels when I surprised Pop in the 
process of acute masturbation. He stood there, holding up a picture and 
pulling away at his rod with great vigor. I circled around behind him and 
glanced over his shoulder. It was a picture of Tessie, dear Aunt Tessie, and 
in the nude. She must have taken the picture herself, as she was lying on a 
bed with her legs spread apart and her cunt wide open. In her left hand she 
was holding a cord, which obviously was attached to the shutter of the 
camera. In her right hand, she was holding a glass of what looked like 
champagne. She looked very sexy. It must have driven my old man wild. 

"I stooped down and moved around in front of him. His eyes were closed 
tightly now; he was so intent on the picture and what he was doing that he 
never noticed me at all-not until I kissed the head of his dick 
passionately. I thought he would come right then and there. 

" 'Oh, no, Doris-please!' He did not sound very convincing. He let his hand 
drop from his stiff dick and I let my lips slide down its length. 'Not here, 
Doris, not here,' he said hoarsely. 'Let's go out to the storeroom.' 

"I agreed. I was so horny, I think I would have enjoyed even a straight 
fuck, even from him! 

"Taking a clean, fresh towel with me, I followed him out to the yard. I 
observed that his rod was so hard that he had trouble walking normally. The 
garage door always opened with a loud squeak. Pop was careful, but it still 
squeaked as we entered and shut it behind us. I had my clothes off in a 
jiffy and was lying on the mattress by the time he had completely disrobed. 

"As he started to climb on top of me, I said, 'Eat me, Pop, suck my cunt the 
way that you used to.' When he balked, I countered with, 'Eat me, or zap! I 
call Mom, and I will tell her that you are raping me!' 

"He whimpered and in a shaky voice said, 'All right, Doris, you win-again.' 

"He bent down to me and inserted his rough, wine-smelly tongue into my moist 
crack. I started to get excited. He continued lapping me for another ten 
minutes or so, and then I told him to stop and put his rod into me good, 
because I was more than ready. He moved into position and shoved it home! It 
felt wonderful-just like old times. As soon as he entered I achieved a 
massive orgasm. I grunted and groaned and swivel-hipped him to a feverish 
pitch and still he wouldn't come. Oh God, how I wanted, after all this time, 
to feel that sterile sperm of his gush into me. I was writhing with pleasure 
when he gave one gigantic lunge and shot his whole wad! It felt sooooooo 
great. I hadn't had anyone come inside me for months. I'm not on the pill, 
'cause I never needed it with Pop. Most strangers, I make them use rubbers 
or pull out, just prior to ejaculation. 

"I reached a beautiful orgasm and was just beginning to relax and enjoy the 
divine aftereffects, when a slight noise caused me to open my eyes. Even 
before I did that, I knew just exactly what I was going to see. It was 
Mom-and in a flash she swung high and brought a steel rake, prongs down, 
crashing into Pop's naked and sweaty back! He screamed and fell off me. Ten 
holes in his back started squirting blood at the same time. Mom looked at 
me, like she didn't know me, and muttered something about Tess. Then she put 
the rake back on the nail that it always hung from and walked slowly back 
into the house. 

"I looked at Pop. He was out like a light, but still breathing, and though 
the wounds looked terrible and lots of blood was in sight, I knew that he 
was not too badly injured. 

"I ran into the house after Mom. She had locked herself in her room. She 
would not open the door in spite of my begging her to. I ran outside and 
back into the storeroom. Pop was coming to. I helped him to his feet and we 
ran back into the house. But by the time he had smashed the door in, it was 
too late. Mom was stretched out on the bed. She was still warm. An empty 
bottle, that exuded a familiar but oddly elusive odor was there, beside her. 
By the time the ambulance arrived, she was pronounced dead. I was sick with 
grief. I always felt that Mom loved me about as much as she loved Pop, which 
wasn't much, but, still, she was my mother, and though we hardly ever saw 
eye-to-eye on many subjects, she was-well-still my mother. 

"Aunt Tess came, of course, to the funeral. She was a great comfort to Pop, 
that was for sure. I overheard them talking about going away together for a 
while. I was furious. I would not allow that to happen. No matter how 
lily-livered he was, he was my father, and I'd be damned in hell forever 
before I would allow her to take him away from me. That night I sat up late 
trying to figure out what to do. I decided that I would fix them both. I 
went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet and withdrew Pop's 
straightedge razor from its case. I opened it. Its shiny, sharp blade 
glistened in the light. I crept down the hall and into Pop's bedroom. Just 
as I figured ... she was in bed with him. I pulled the sheets down from 
their bodies. Both were totally nude. Pop was lying on his back. His rod 
looked like a white snake, lying there in the moonlight. I picked it up by 
its head. It was lifeless and flaccid. I raised my arm, just like it had a 
sabre in it, and prepared to swing down and finish off that erring tool of 
his. I glanced at Aunt Tessie . ... She was staring at me with eyes filled 
with terror. I started my downward swing and she screamed and threw up an 
arm, which blocked my attempt to sever that cock from its worthless owner. 
Tess's scream awoke Pop, and with a well-placed kick to my abdomen, he 
knocked me across the room. The razor went flying from my grip and landed in 
a corner of the room. I fell to the floor and hysterically started to sob. 

"I faintly overheard the conversation that took place over the next few 
minutes. I think Pop was telling Tessie about the whole situation that had 
been going on for the last few years. I also remember hearing Aunt Tessie 
pick up the phone and ask for the police. 

"I've been here in the hospital for quite some time now. The prognosis is 
that I am 'psychotic' and need constant and extensive treatment. It isn't so 
bad here. Food is all right, I guess. We get movies, twice weekly and then 
there is Edna, she is in the bed next to me. She isn't pretty. She isn't 
young, but, her tongue sure fits in my groove real nice." 

Doris C-is completely homicidal as well as being afflicted with the 
aforementioned psychotic disorders. It is doubtful that she can ever be 
totally cured. Only in her relationship with Sheila did she show any 
tenderness and compassion. The love-hatred that she felt towards her father 
finally drove her over the brink. Doris is hopelessly insane now. Whether 
the mental disorders were inherent or manifested through the acute 
disappointment in her father, Clarence, we have as yet to find out. Luckily, 
the castration she had planned for her father never was accomplished, but, 
in a way, she has achieved a "victory." Clarence, traumatized into 
impotence, finally "cracked up" and is an inmate of the same institution 
that his daughter is confined in. This is a tragic case where criminal and 
victim are both suffering the tortures of the damned. Of course, the 
question that rises in our minds at this moment is: Who really is the 
criminal, and who really is the victim? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A Tale of Two Fathers 

"I hope you realize-if I'm not being too impertinent-that I am here, and 
telling you all of this under protest, and only as a favor to an old and 
dear friend, one whom I trust implicitly. She seems to think that all you 
have to do is wave Freud, Adler, and Jung at me and all will be well. I, for 
one, can't accept that, and if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be here. You 
see, there is nothing that I want changed. I'm perfectly happy as I am, and 
if I am living in the blackest of mortal sins, why-let them make the most of 
it, and to hell with them. 

"I'm more than just content, I'm fairly ecstatic, and if there is any better 
way to live, I don't want to even know about it. As I said, I am very happy. 
I wouldn't change my life for anyone or anything else. And believe me, 
you'll be the last one to convince me any differently. Heaven can wait, 
because I've got heaven right here. If after I die and go to hell (if there 
really is such a place) I, for one, will go there willingly, for, to 
paraphrase another old saying, 'I have spent my time in heaven, so who cares 
if I go to hell.' 

"I'm sorry that I sound hostile. If it weren't for Campy's tears and 
pleadings, I could certainly think of a million other places I would prefer 
to be, other than here, babbling into this stupid microphone. But, since I 
am here, I might as well get it over with. 

"I refuse to start with my formative years, because I can remember no 
instances of being attacked by a 'Raggedy Andy' doll running rapaciously 
rampant, or being fingered suggestively by a leering old man who desired 
more than the dime I held in my hot little hand in order to purchase a lime 
popsicle. 

"My mother died when I was ten, and the house was run more or less 
haphazardly by a succession of housekeepers until I grew up and took over. I 
think I have succeeded in running a cleaner, warmer, better adjusted home 
than you can find anywhere. I have kept my father happy and also kept him 
from succumbing to the faded lures of any bush-league adventuress that might 
want to marry him for want of home and 24-karat hearth. Oh no! 

"Now, by no means has he been unhappy. Believe me when I say that my dear 
father had been cheered considerably in the companionship department, and 
therefore couldn't possibly have any complaints about anything. Especially 
about being neglected. 

"Let me explain how the whole delightful thing got started. It started, not 
once upon a time, but once upon an old friendship, and upon a few rounds of 
hot-buttered rum served before a cheerful fire on a cold, snowy, winter's 
night. 

"Nat-I'll call him that, Nat, just for propriety's sake-was paying us one of 
his extended visits. Of course, as usual, he brought along his only 
daughter, whom I shall call Jean for these purposes. They're just about the 
nicest people in the world. I am not exaggerating when I use the tired 
cliche, "beautiful people,' for they truly are. Nat and my father have a lot 
in common, just as Jean and I have. Nat lost his wife only a year after my 
mother passed on, and like Father, he never remarried. He and Father went to 
college together, competed in the same sports and activities. 

"Nat is a handsome man, strong, and attractively gray. His daughter Jean is 
my opposite in coloring, but almost the same in stature. She is an ash 
blonde and has the palest blue eyes imaginable. Real cornflower eyes, with 
long, silken lashes, Jean is almost a year younger than I am, and she is 
about an inch shorter. Her weight is the same as mine, give or take a few 
ounces. The reason I am bothering to tell you all these physical 
descriptions is that they are very important to the story I am telling you. 

"My own father is like me in looks, although much taller and wider, and 
extremely masculine, whereas, as you can see, I am totally feminine. His 
hair is just now becoming the 'salt-and-pepper' that women find so 
attractive. He swims, plays golf, rides horseback as well as indulges in gym 
workouts in order to keep in top-notch shape. Nat is similar also, and for 
the same reasons. 

"When Nat comes to visit us, we all drink a bit. We sing and dance and tell 
all the latest dirty jokes (within good taste), and generally enjoy our 
company to the fullest. This particular visit started out no different than 
a dozen others, but its culmination was quite the opposite. One particular 
night, Father and Nat drank a little more than usual. I suppose Jean and I 
were guilty of that, too. 

"The men were playing the 'nostalgia game' and it got too deep a grip on 
them. They were sorrowing, and telling each other how lonely it was living 
in a household without a woman. Not that their homes were not run well, they 
said, casting sidelong glances at us, but, daughters did not take the place 
of wives. 

"Jean protested, and, of course, so did I. After all, we both really exerted 
ourselves to meet every need. The men apologized, and another round of rum 
was served. The rum was having an effect on all of us, but Jean and I felt 
something else was moving within us. Later on Jean confessed to me that what 
was bothering her was exactly what was bothering me. We both dreaded the 
thought of a strange woman coming into our fathers' lives and usurping our 
rightful positions in the household. 

"We tried to joke our fathers out of their pensive mood, and put wild music 
on the stereo player, but nothing seemed to work very well. I went over and 
sat on Father's lap. I was-let me see-eighteen years old then, and not much 
has changed for me physically since then. So, I guess, I was quite a weight 
on poor Daddy, but he certainly didn't seem to mind very much. I kept his 
glass filled and told him a story a shade bluer than I had ever told in his 
presence before. He shot me a quick glance and then looked into his glass 
and said something inane to Nat, who was laughing like hell. 

"Nat said, 'Our little girls aren't little girls anymore, chum. They are 
full-grown young women, inside and out. We're just lucky some young punk 
with a Rolls hasn't stolen both of them away from us. Did it ever occur to 
you, ol' buddy, what a waste it's going to be, letting some ungrateful kid 
grab all that? I mean,' his voice was thick and slurring, 'I mean, take a 
good look at that ravishing beauty you have perched on your lap. She's well 
stacked, ol' buddy, and she's got the kind of look in her eye that pulls me 
in behind her when she walks. And, speaking of a walk, Helen has movements 
going for her that you seldom see anywhere anymore.' 

"Father kind of sat up, and I felt him move under me. He had one eye half 
closed, squinting almost drunkenly over at Jean, who was perched on the arm 
of her father's chair. 'Speak for yourself, Nat. I mean, look at your Jean. 
Her legs alone are enough to make me wish I were twenty, no-ten, no, 
dammit-five years younger. And she's not missing anything upstairs, either.' 

"There was a sudden quiet, a funny kind of odd embarrassment, as if all of 
us suspected that things had gone a bit too far. I broke the silence. 
'Another drink for anyone? And let's continue the compliments; I love them.' 

" 'Yeah,' Jean chirped in, and I could have kissed her, 'tell me some more 
about how sexy I am, Larry.' At this remark, Nat only lifted an eyebrow, and 
when I brought him a refill, I gave Jean a long and searching look that she 
understood. Then I tugged Nat up out of his comfortable chair and made him 
dance with me. Across the room, Jean was dancing with my father, and we were 
using their kind of music, the slow, sensuous melodies that make you want to 
dance, oh, so close together, holding each other very tightly. Rock stuff 
may be great for turning on grass with,' but give me music that puts a man's 
body up tight against mine. 

"I was stimulated by Nat, and snuggled up close to him. When we danced by a 
table lamp, I reached out and flicked it off. I put my head into the hollow 
of his shoulder and let my breath flutter warmly against his neck. I had 
made up my mind to seduce him, and the rum was burning wickedly inside me, 
urging me on. I moved my leg between his legs as we danced and allowed my 
fingers to play with the hair on the back of his neck as I shoved my breasts 
up tight against him. From his breathing, I could tell that he knew what was 
going on-and was liking it. 

"We danced by where Father and Jean were rocking back and forth. They really 
weren't dancing, they were just moving in place. I smiled at her, nodding 
approval, and received the same acknowledgement in return. 

"I had steered Nat to the foot of the stairs by the time the record had 
changed. He hesitated, glancing back at his daughter and his oldest friend, 
locked in each other's arms and forgetting to dance. I put my lips up to his 
ear. 'Why not, Nat? As you've said, we're all grown-up now, inside and out. 
I'd very much like you to take me to bed-right now, please, in the guest 
room.' 

"His breath caught in his throat. The alcohol racing through his blood 
helped us along, blocking any inhibitions he may have had about his one and 
only daughter being about to be laid by my father. It also pushed him up the 
stairs with me. 

"Of course, it wasn't only the alcohol. I was on fire, myself, and my 
excitement was certainly shared by Nat. I was trembling so hard by the time 
I reached the guest room that I had trouble opening the door. Before 
entering, I took one last look down the stairs. As I glanced, I saw the very 
last lamp go out in the living room below. I shook all over, trying to 
imagine what my handsome father was doing to the immaculate and divinely 
blonde Jean. I saw in my mind's eye, my father sitting down on the couch 
with her, saw him holding her close and kissing her, saw his hand coming up 
to caress her breast, saw her skirt sliding up above her knee until the 
frilly, lacy bottoms of her panties showed against the golden flesh. 'Nat,' 
I said, whirling to him, 'oh, Nat.' 

"He was very gentle. He placed me upon the bed and neither of us felt 
awkward about getting undressed; once we were naked, however, I wanted the 
light out. There was just a slight touch of lasciviousness about it, a 
sneaky lust that made it all the more tantalizing. He came to me in the 
dark, just as my father was coming to the golden girl in the dark below. I 
felt the smooth warmth of his body against my leg, so I lifted it so he 
could be even closer to me. His lips found mine, and I parted them for him, 
opened them to the gusty breathing and the probing tongue that slipped into 
my mouth and threatened to fill it with all its swollen maleness. He started 
to sweat, and the musky smell pouring from his body, blending with the 
expensive cologne, made the blood race through my veins even faster. My 
groin was on fire, and only one thing could put that fire out. 

"His hands were now at my tender aching breasts. They were gentle as they 
caressed my throbbing nipples, but no less tender than his seeking mouth as 
he took my rounded flesh into that cavity. His teeth, ever so lightly, 
scraped my nipples as he teasingly nibbled at them. Nat was a master at the 
art of making love. He took time, paced himself beautifully, and performed 
on me like Paganini performed on a violin. A genius at instrumentality. He 
petted and caressed me, his mouth paying homage to my breasts, my shoulders, 
my neck, and the underpaid of my arms. His hands moved deftly, with the 
sureness of long and successful experience. He made me feel positively 
adored. By now I was giving way at practically every pore. 

"I put down my own hand and found his penis. The size, the obvious power of 
it, surprised me. I was anything but a virgin, but my experience had been 
confined to just two boys at school, and they couldn't compete with what Nat 
had, even if you'd've put them both together. I began stroking him and 
fondling him, and when the sweeping urge was about to tear me apart, I 
guided him into me and slipped my cupped hand around his testicles. It was a 
slow and sweet wonder. His beautiful penis plunged into me, in what seemed 
to be slow motion, and I felt the lips and walls of my vagina respond with 
the same slow sensuous movement. I felt like we were making love underwater, 
with those slow, graceful movements of an underwater ballet. The head of his 
penis penetrated my innermost being, where no penis, especially the 
high-school variety, had ever penetrated before. I writhed, I groveled, I 
squirmed in the enjoyment of his maleness. 

"Suddenly, like a sledgehammer-no, an air-hammer-he surged into me. I felt 
the swelling movement of head and shaft. I could imagine the millions and 
millions of microscopic spermatozoa, united like a massive army, invading me 
with just one cause, one battle to win-the conquering of my passion-filled 
valley of love. 

"He was forcing himself deeper and deeper into my welcoming vagina. I felt 
the tip of his penis battering away at the entrance of my womb. I was dizzy 
with delight and rapture. His penis was working like a trip-hammer. I felt 
my whole body reach out to him. I no longer had arms, legs, torso, neck, 
head-I was one vast vagina, pleading to be filled. 

"I bit his lips, I ground my teeth against his and ran my tongue deep into 
his mouth. I crushed my breasts against his heavy, hairy chest and wiggled, 
shook, quivered, lifted. 'Go,' I hissed at him, 'go! Dig me, drive me, bash 
me, smash me! Take me apart, split me wide open, bury it deep, deep, deeper! 
Deeper, oh! deeper ... puh-leeze!' And he did. 'Come, darling, come, come, 
come, now, now, now! ! ! ' And he did. The hot sperm burst forth from his 
burning penis. He came three times at once, like a machine gun. It hammered 
into me. I cried, I clawed, I screamed with ecstasy. He pushed even harder, 
like he had another load ready to surge into me. I almost passed out with 
the delight of my great and rending orgasm. Suddenly the whole world hushed. 
Nat and I were alone, spinning in space, and then, like a falling leaf, we 
slowly began our descent back to earth and reality. "That was lovely,' I 
said. 

" 'Darling,' Nat whispered huskily into my ear. 'Darling Helen. I have 
wanted you for years, and now I have you. I want to love every inch of you, 
my darling, darling Helen. I want to make you scream with joy and cry with 
joy and laugh with joy. I want to love your legs, your belly, your dimpled 
butt. I want to love every part of you. I want to do everything that can be 
done to you.' 

" 'Do it,' I said, 'and show me what you would wish me to do to you in 
return. I want to make you happy and completely satisfied. I want to make 
you just as happy as my father is hopefully making your Jean feel right 
now.' He stiffened for a minute. 'Don't be silly,' I said. 'Wouldn't you 
prefer your good friend to make love to her, than some goofy kid who didn't 
know what it is all about? After all,' I added reassuringly, 'your daughter 
Jean is a beautiful, sexy, delightful woman. My father is a decent, 
handsome, trustworthy man. Just think how wonderfully lucky she is.' 

" 'You're right,' he said. 'And I hope that he is getting the same glorious 
thrills from my daughter that I'm getting from his.' 

" T am sure that he is,' I replied. 'Isn't this the most perfect of 
arrangements, Nat? Isn't this just wonderful for all of us? We can share, we 
can make love, and it is all the more lovely because we are doing it for 
each other, because we are good, loyal, and old, old friends. Jean is 
meeting my father's needs, just as you are meeting mine. Isn't it just 
heavenly?' 

" 'Yes,' he said, and we talked while our bodies remained blended. We 
discoursed on sex and its various manifestations. Nat confessed to me that 
he had always had an 'unfatherly' attachment towards his daughter. I told 
him that he wasn't a rarity, that I, too, had been drawn sexually to my own 
father, and that for a long time I was ashamed of myself for thinking such 
things, but, with my maturity, I found out that such urgings are sometimes 
quite normal, though society in general frowns on such practices. 

"We kissed each other again, and both of us felt the rumbling of another 
urging, but it was too soon, so we amused ourselves in other ways. After a 
while we copulated again, and it was as magical as the first time, and, in 
some ways, even sweeter, because we knew each other so much better the 
second time around. Then, for a long while, we slept peacefully, gently 
locked in each other's arms. 

"The morning was a bit awkward. Father and Jean had gone into his room for 
the night, and she had come downstairs first. We stared at each other a 
trifle antagonistically, a shade jealously. Then I said, 'Hi-let's get a 
good breakfast for the old bears. I think they need it-at least, to regain 
their strength.' 

"Jean laughed. 'Yes, I guess they probably will. Come on, dear, we'll fix it 
together.' 

"Over breakfast, we began to exchange confidences, as we'd always done in 
the past, and I felt even closer to Jean than I ever had before. She was 
something more than a friend, a sister, a wife, a mother, or even a lover. I 
told her so. The men were late in coming down, so we sipped our coffee and 
whispered of our great fortune, of our wonderful lovers. 

" 'Larry is tremendous,' she said. 'He's so much more of a man than-well, 
than the boys I've slept with before. I mean, he gets down into me and loves 
me so hard and so long-I wish it could last forever.' 

"I nodded. "That's how I feel about Nat, your father. He's so big, you know, 
but yet-he's so very gentle, and experienced. Tell me, Jean-' 

" 'Yes, Helen-anything.' 

" 'Is my father-is he big, or--? ' 

" 'Long,' she said. 'Not so big, it seems, but very firm. And he can reach 
in so deeply into-' 

" 'Hey!' I said. 'Your father told me he's always been secretly drawn to 
you. And I have always secretly wanted to-' 

" 'Let's,' she murmured, a step ahead of me. "Tonight, after we-after I get 
through balling Larry, I'll slip out of bed and go into the bath.' 

" 'I'll meet you in the bathroom,' I said. 

" 'Do you keep the light out?' 

" 'Yes,' I answered. 'It'll be perfect this way. If they feel strange about 
fucking their own daughters, they can pretend they didn't know.' I never was 
more excited in my whole life. 

"Our fathers came downstairs, freshly shaved and showered, looking great, 
and also trying very hard to pretend that nothing so unusual had happened 
the night before. After a few minutes, the tension left them and they 
relaxed. In fact, they seemed like men twenty years younger-in love and on 
their honeymoon. In fact, Jean and I felt jut like a couple of brand-new 
brides. 

"Later that morning we went swimming in the lake. As we changed, we eyed one 
another's bodies covertly. My father stared long at Jean's smooth golden 
legs, at the dimple of her stomach, and the high, full roundness of her 
breasts. But he also looked me over from time to time, and the expression on 
his face was that of a man who was seeing me nude for the first time. I saw 
a large bulge in Daddy's trunks, and knew that one of us had given him a big 
erection. 

"We ate lunch in the pavilion, then drove into town for an afternoon at the 
cinema. We tried to hurry through the day and make it pass faster. After a 
delicious dinner of charcoal-broiled steaks and vintage champagne, we yawned 
and dispersed-to sleep, we all said. But we were all eager for a repeat of 
the sensuous delights that we had all experienced the preceding night. For 
me, there was a magical dessert waiting between the sheets, upstairs. 

"Once in bed, I practically hurtled myself at Nat. I used my aching body to 
envelop him. My clitoris, my labia, my vulva. All my inner parts ached for 
the feel of Nat's penis, throbbing once again inside me. He was lying on his 
back, so I climbed on top of him and lowered myself down over the length of 
head and shaft of that marvelous piece of flesh. 

"I rode up and down, up and down until the waves of my onrushing orgasm 
almost knocked me senseless. He shot his load into me, and, oh, how 
absolutely wonderful it felt. I jiggled up and down until the last bit of 
joy juice had shot forth into me. Nat's penis continued to stay hard for 
quite some time afterwards, and I thoroughly enjoyed every single moment of 
my sexual impalement. I could have ridden that staff all day and night. 

"But I wasn't finished for the night. The best was yet to come. I lay there, 
next to Nat for what seemed like hours. I heard a noise in the bathroom, got 
up, without disturbing Nat, and went in. Jean was in there, waiting for me. 
She was as nude as I was. 'Good luck,' she said, and like two ships passing 
in the night we went to our respective fathers' beds. 

"I eased into my own father's room, moving slowly in the blackness that 
surrounded me. Lowering myself gently into bed, I rolled close to him and 
felt the electric shock of my own father's unfamiliar body. His flesh seemed 
so strange and new. He stirred, and I became rigid. He reached out, touched 
my breast, and murmured, 'Darling!' 

"Ah! I said to my innermost self. Ah! I said to the whirlpool of passion 
gathering within me. I silently shouted, as the whirlpool gathered and 
hurled me into the abyss of sheer erotic fantasy. I slid underneath him and 
helped him guide his penis into me. His penis, my point of origin. I felt 
magnificent. My eager vagina sucked him into me with greedy gulps. My womb 
ached for the pounding that I knew would soon come. I rioted under him as 
the paternal sperm forced its way into my aching crevice. 

like waves crashing against the shore, its hot sticky countenance coated the 
walls of my vagina and hurled itself against the aching tip of my womb. I 
almost fainted with pure joy. 

"I stayed with him for hours, doing things to him, using every part of my 
body, my legs, haunches, womb, and mouth. I reveled in becoming his mistress 
and lover and whore and wife and, most of all, his daughter. 

"But, during all this, I never said a word out loud. I answered his 
endearments with my lips or my fingers or a nod of my head. I uttered no 
sweet names, or even a sigh, for fear of giving away my identity too 
flagrantly and embarrassing him. He wanted to suck my breasts, so I turned 
my head away and drew him to me. He nursed at me like a newborn child, and I 
was happy. 

"It was getting close to daylight, so I felt I must leave him, much as I 
hated to. Jean and I passed silently in the bathroom, smiling that smile 
that only mutual success can convey. Success is so beautiful. If Jean was as 
happy as I was, then the two happiest girls in the world are the two 
greatest friends. 

"Breakfast that morning between us was a picnic of shared secrets. Jean was 
just as delighted with her father's sexual prowess as I was with mine. I 
asked her if Nat suspected. She said she thought so, but that he would never 
let on. I told her that my father would play it just as cool. I also told 
her that she was right about him not being so big, but we also agreed that 
for what he lacked in quantity, he more than made up for in quality. 

"It was an idyllic summer we spent. Originally, Jean and Nat had only 
planned to stay for a couple of days, but with the beautiful turn of events 
we four stayed together for the whole season. Before we knew it, we were 
getting ready to go back to school. We looked forward to the weekends, with 
renewed anticipation of what a new kind of life was awaiting us in the 
wings." 

It is rare to run into two distinct personality types, such as Helen and 
Jean, with the same problem, i.e., a sexual desire of an incestuous nature. 
Both being daughters of wifeless men, they felt, during their formative 
years that they had to "replace" their absent mothers. In pursuing this 
bent, they became jealous and possessive. Their fathers were virile men, 
attractive and successful. In the girls' sexual experience, they found the 
fumbling of their schoolboy conquests disappointing. "They didn't match up 
to what we thought our fathers would be." 

The constant threat of stepmothers caused each of them to strive to be a 
"wife-lover" to her lonely parent. Both girls had this "wish fulfillment" on 
their minds the night that we have just read about. What started out to be a 
night of "daughter-swapping," which is not any more moral-shocking to 
today's sexual libertarian, turned into incest by the form of pure 
circumstance. Two lonely, slightly drunk men, and two voluptuous and very 
willing daughters were thrown together in a festive and pleasant atmosphere 
of a secluded country estate. Whether or not the two fathers were aware of 
the midnight switch of their sex partners is a moot question. If they were, 
they didn't let on for quite awhile. 

The uniqueness of this particular case is that it combines the elements of 
"wife-swapping" and father-daughter incest. In this, the writer has been 
unable to come up with a similar precedent in any previous case history ever 
studied. The analyst or social worker who will without a doubt be involved 
with one or the other of the girls, or perhaps both, in the future, should 
be able to produce a paper that will interest any reader of the Journal of 
American Psychiatry. 

Our subject, Helen, now draws her narrative to a close. 

"I was delirious with happiness. I now had two lovers: Nat and my own 
father. What girl could ask for more? Jean is happy, too. We enjoy sitting 
up nights and talking about our sex lives. She enjoys Larry so much. I 
tingle inside as she goes to great lengths in describing how he goes down on 
her and dips his strong, passionate tongue into her steaming vagina. Jean 
squirmed with delight when I told her how I introduced Nat to anal sex. She 
said that if her father ever suggested it to her, she would love it. In 
fact, she plans to ask my father if he would like to try it. 

"I think our fathers know that we are switching beds during the night. They 
pretend they don't know what is going on, but that, of course, makes the 
whole thing a lot more fun. I think one night Jean and I will suggest that 
the four of us should pile into one bed and have a ball. I think having 
Nat's penis up my rectum, while Daddy is pumping my vagina full of sperm 
would be very satisfying. 

"I don't think what we are doing is wrong at all. We all love each other 
very, very much. I am not the least bit jealous of Jean balling with my 
father, and she is delighted that I am Nat's sex-partner. Sex isn't our 
whole life. Jean and I are still in school and our fathers have their 
respective careers. Our whole life-style is exciting, adventurous, and full. 
What more could anyone ask? I know most of society condemns what is called 
incest, but I feel no guilt about our 'togetherness.' " 

CONCLUSION 

In the preceding five chapters we have attempted to present varied case 
histories of father and daughter sexual relationships. All were motivated by 
different causes and circumstances. In these case histories, the author has 
tried to show that the happy and satisfactory outcome of an incestuous 
problem depends on the willingness of those involved to conquer their 
desires and to "trod the straight and narrow." For those who felt different 
and unrepentant, the future course, in most cases, proved tragic. Some of 
these people are sexually off the track and have no desire whatsoever to 
return to the degree of "normalcy" defined by medical science or society. 
These people will need extensive psychiatric care for quite some time to 
come. Either way, the proper motivation 

"to straighten out" is mandatory. Both the mentally healthy and the neurotic 
are driven by the need to find a reason for living and a happy and peaceful 
way of doing it. 

Sex plays an important role in every person's life. How they confront sex is 
a mirror image of how they confront life itself. Primitive urges often drive 
a parent onto the incest trail. In a normal person, the awareness of 
"Mother" or "Fatherhood" is strong enough to keep him or her from straying 
from the imaginary to the overt act of committing incest. Social and 
religious pressures are a great tool of the conscience. The other aspect of 
incest is, of course, the child's desire for the parent. The child may think 
that sexual adventures with one or the other parent will create a closer 
bond of love and acceptance. The alert parent will see these abstract 
urgings in their young and will take action in time to prevent an actual 
confrontation. Unfortunately, there are a few parents who will take 
advantage of such a situation. Parents who look to their children as normal 
extensions of their sex output are very disturbed people, indeed, and will 
require the services of a psychiatrist or, ultimately, law-enforcement 
officials. 

The sexual revolution of the '60s and '70s will bring forth all types of 
sexual practices into the open. Themes that have been absolute taboos since 
Victorian times are now pretty much accepted. Though still often considered 
rather bizarre, they are not necessarily taken to be indecent, perverted, or 
criminal. Stigma is still attached to bestiality, incest, and 
child-molestation-as it should be-for these activities have an adverse 
effect on all stages of civilized society due to the adverse effect on the 
sometime innocent victim. 

Incest is more common in rural communities than in urban. In some 
communities incest is a natural way of life for many families. In the 
cities, where education and communication is better, acts of incest are 
rarer and, in most cases, are committed by people with psychological 
disorders. 

Open discussion, education, and therapy can bring the urban offender to an 
arrest of this aberration. In rural areas, where family life is much more 
close-knit, the practice of incest may go on unobserved or unreported. 

Incest, of all the sexual aberrations, is the most difficult to handle 
because of the secrecy it is usually surrounded with. Only in cases of 
pregnancy are the true facts usually uncovered. 

Man is a complex creature, and is the only mammal that will knowingly commit 
wrong. Mark Twain once observed that "God created the monkey because He was 
so disappointed in Man." Man is an imperfect animal, yet the only animal 
gifted with the freedom of choice on how he wishes to live his life. Only 
through education and idealism can man remove these imperfections. It will 
take an informed and concerned society to accomplish this. Medical science, 
teachers, and preachers can do just so much. Man will have to do the rest-by 
lifting himself by his own moral bootstraps. 

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