Oralism And Incest
by James Wilburn


INTRODUCTION 

Incest and oralism is not new. Much has been written on each subject, and 
with each case comes new knowledge on the subject. The scope of incest and 
oralism is quite broad, and although cases of such continuously come to my 
attention, I am always excited with the opportunity to further explore this 
aspect of human sexual behavior. 

Incest, as we all know, is the sexual relations between blood relatives; 
oralism is the use of the mouth. 

But, what many people fail to understand is the fact that oralism does not 
pertain to the licking and sucking of the genitals only. No, oralism 
pertains to the use of the mouth and it is not restricted to the genitalia, 
but to other aspects also. We have all heard of a person who is a glutton 
for food. This, in a narrow sense of the word, can be considered a degree of 
oralism. 

When we apply oralsim to a sexual connotation, we take it to mean the simple 
use of the mouth in conjunction with the genitals. This simply is not true. 
A real, dyed-in-the-wool oralist does not confine oral activities to the 
genitalia alone, but to all parts of the body as well. There are many cases 
of fetish activity in which the toes of a sexual partner are sucked and 
licked; of the oral enjoyment to be had by licking one's thighs; of the 
armpits and various other portions of the body. Those things are considered 
a fetish when a person derives his sexual pleasure from only one part of a 
body, and fetishism is not our concern in this study. 

What will be our concern is the relationship between incest and oralism. Why 
is oral sex a preferred method over 'normal' intercourse? Why does the mouth 
come into play frequently in incestual activities? One can hardly answer 
such questions unless the personalities of the participants are examined 
more closely. It is possible that some of the cases of this study are 
fetishly oriented, but I will not delve into this background at length. 

What my primary interest is ... to present the relationship between people 
who indulge in incestual sex and prefer oralism to any other method. You 
will find our subjects, although oraly oriented, performing various other 
sexual postures too, and it is not my purpose to condemn those involved. 
What is my contention, is that man and woman have the absolute right to 
enjoy sexual relations in whatever manner they want, without fear of 
prosecution. I do not necessarily condone the actions of the participants, 
especially in the sexual use of children, yet I pass no judgment, either. 

James Wilburn 1972 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Suzette was only nine years old when she was introduced to fellatio, and a 
year latter to cunnilingus. 

Now a lovely young lady of fifteen, she is a confirmed oralist. She has no 
hesitation about telling of her activities, being quite outspoken and very 
much enjoys voicing the four-letter words. What may be of interest is the 
fact that, once she was involved incestuously with her parents, they 
encouraged her to use them ... and encouraged her sexual activities. 

From the things related to me by Suzette, her mother and father are highly 
sexual individuals without guilt of any sort. Whether sexuality is inherited 
or not has yet not been explained to a satisfactory conclusion. In any 
event, it appears that Suzette has taken on the sensual aspects of her 
parents personality and enjoys it quite well. 

The following, related in the first-person, is her account of her sexual 
activities from the age of nine to the present time. 

I hardly know where to begin. It seems that I've always been interested in 
anything sexual. I mean ... I love sex; any kind of sex you can name. I 
remember when I was just a little girl that I would always be playing with 
my pussy. I couldn't keep my hands off my cunt for hardly an hour at a time. 
When I would take my bath, I would rub the bar of soap between my lets, 
getting it nice and slippery, then I would run my fingers up and down the 
slit. I don't know whether I would experience an orgasm or not, but I do 
know that it felt awfully good. 

Then, right after I turned nine years old, I started getting interested in 
boys. Naturally I had discussed such things with girl friends on many 
occasions, but I didn't have any experience. So ... I decided it was time I 
learned something about boys. 

We had this little kid about seven living next door to us. He was a real 
brat, if you know what I mean. Well, once I made up my mind to find out 
about boys, I kind of induced him to come into our garage with me. I didn't 
like him at all, but he was a boy and that was what mattered right then. 
Well, we got inside the garage and I-right away-told him I wanted to see his 
little peter. He didn't want to show me, so I started hitting him. He began 
to cry and said he would tell on me, but I was determined to get a peek at 
his peter. While he stood there crying, I pulled his tiny little thing out 
and looked at it. For some silly reason, I had been expecting something 
quite spectacular. Instead, I found myself holding onto a cock hardly larger 
than my little finger. There was a lot of loose skin hanging at the tip, and 
when I worked it back, I saw the pink head of his cock. That excited me. I 
played with his peter for a while and told him I wanted to see him piss. He 
was scared-not only of me, but afraid we would be caught. 

No matter what I said or did with him, the little shit wouldn't pee for me. 
I played with it for about half an hour, then I heard my mother calling me 
and had to make this kid go home. 

That was the first prick I had seen, and I would lay in bed at night 
thinking about it and playing with my pussy. By now I had discovered my 
clitoris and that it gave me a wonderful thrill when I rubbed it. I began to 
wonder if a boy would have fun playing with it. I couldn't see much there to 
give pleasure ... it was only a slit with a tiny stub between the lips. Now 
a boy had something you could get your fingers around and really play with. 

About four weeks after I had handled the little boy's cock, I was coming 
home from school when two boys started teasing me. They were older than 
memaybe ten or eleven. They teased me and stuck their fingers into my ribs 
and made me drop my books. When I bent over to pick them up, one of the boys 
started giggling. 

"I see your panties," he said. 

I picked up my books and kept walking. I couldn't get rid of them, and I was 
getting mad. Finally, I stopped and turned toward them. 

"Go away, you nasty boys," I said. "Go away and leave me alone." 

"I saw your panties ... I saw your panties!" the oldest boy chanted. 

"So what?" I sneared at them, but found myself looking down at their groins. 

"Hey...." the youngest kid said. "Let's pants her!" 

I knew what they meant by that remark. It was a saying the kids had in 
school about grabbing a smaller kid and taking their pants off. I thought it 
was only boys who did such things, but here I was, facing them and watching 
them come toward me, ready to take my panties off. Before I could run from 
them, they grabbed me and right there on the sidewalk, pulled my panties 
down to my ankles. They didn't lift up my skirt and look at my pussy. I 
don't know why. Anyway, with my panties down around ankles, I had the 
funniest sensation come over me. 

They had stood back up after dropping my panties, and looked almost ashamed 
of themselves. That was when I became brave. I stuck my tongue out at them 
and sneered. 

"You two are fraidy cats," I accused. "You don't know anything. Pull a 
girl's panties down and then blush! Here...." I dropped my books on the 
sidewalk and not caring whether anyone else saw me or not, I lifted my skirt 
up and held it around my waist. "Look at it ... look at it all you want." 

They blushed red, then took off at a run. I grinned after them, then picked 
up my panties and books and went on home. 

The next day was Saturday and no school. My mother and father had some 
shopping to do and I was left home by myself. I always enjoyed being alone, 
because I could play with my pussy anywhere in the house I wanted then. 
Well, my parents had not been gone hardly anytime when someone knocked on 
the door. 

I found one of the boys standing there ... the oldest one who had dropped my 
panties the day before. "Uh ... uh...." he stammered. 

"What do you want," I said, glaring at him. "Another peek at me?" 

"No, I...." 

"Well, here...." I said, lifting my skirt and pulling the crotch of my 
panties aside, exposing my pussy to him. "Take a good look. That's all you 
can do anyway ... just look at a girl." 

He shuffled on his feet, trying to keep from looking between my legs. I 
stood there with my skirt up and arching my exposed cunt toward him. Then I 
had this wild idea that he just might let me see is cock. 

"I'll take my panties off for you," I told him. "That is ... if you aren't 
afraid of me." 

"Aw ... I'm not afraid of you," he said. 

I opened the door and asked him to come inside. He was blushing when he came 
in, and I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties completely off. I sat down 
on the couch and held my legs out wide, showing my slit. I wanted him to 
touch me there, but he still acted like he was afraid. I giggled then, and 
asked him if he would show me his peter. 

He was hesitant at first, but when I started rubbing my finger up and down 
my slit, he finally agreed. 

"It's only fair," I told him. "After all, you've seen my slit twice now ... 
and I haven't seen your peter yet." 

He was reluctant and kept looking at the screen door. 

"Don't worry," I said. "My parents won't be home for hours yet. Come on ... 
take it out. I want to see what it looks like." 

Finally he pulled his cock out, and I was surprised to see it hard. It was 
much larger than the little kid's next door, and when he skinned it back, 
the head was nice and smooth. 

"Do you play with it?" I asked him, becoming very excited. 

"Sure ... all boys do it," he informed me. "Can I play with it?" 

"Here ... I don't mind," he came close to me, no longer afraid. "You gonna 
let me feel you, too?" 

"Sure." 

He sat down on the couch with me and I took hold of his cock. Like I said, 
it was hard ... the first hard cock I had seen. He showed me how to jack it 
up and down, and while I was doing that to him, he started messing around 
with my pussy. It gave me a better sensation with someone else's hand down 
there. We messed around with each other for a long time, then he got between 
my legs and pulled the lips of my cunt wide open. I lay back and let him 
examine me good, and he stuck a finger inside my hole. It hurt me at first, 
but then it felt real good. Now, I found something else I could do with 
myself, I could stick my finger inside my pussy ... something I had never 
thought I had never thought of doing before. 

After a while, he asked me if I would put his dick in my mouth. That seemed 
like a silly thing to do. 

"I don't want to do that," I told him. "Just let me play with it." 

"Come on ... lot's of people take it in their mouths." 

"Why?" 

"Well ... I don't know, they just do." 

I looked at his cock for a long time, then said, "You aren't going to pee in 
my mouth, are you?" I was a bit doubtful about putting something like that 
in my mouth ... it just didn't seem right for some reason. 

He slumped down on the couch, kind of arching his cock up towards me. I held 
it for a long time in my hand, just looking at it. Every time I worked my 
hand up and down it, the loose skin on the head would roll back and expose 
the moist flesh underneath. His cock was much larger than the kid's next 
door, and it seemed to get harder. I could feel a tiny pulse beating away 
just under the tight skin. Suddenly I became very envious of this kid. He 
had a cock to play with and I didn't. 

"You going to do it?" he asked me again. "Do what?" 

"Put it in your mouth?" 

I was so involved just looking and holding it, I had forgotten what he 
wanted me to do. Again I looked doubtfully at his prick. I was sure he was 
going to piss in my mouth. After all, why else would he want me to have it 
in my mouth that way? Of course, I knew next to nothing about a boy ... or a 
girl, for that matter. 

"Are you sure you don't want to pee in my mouth? I said again, looking from 
his cock to his face. "I wouldn't want that to happen." 

"Naw ... go on," he urged. 

"Well ... I don't trust you," I told him. 

"Geez...." He started to put his cock away. 

"Wait!" I held it tightly in my fist. "Okay ... I'll do it. But you gotta 
promise ... cross your heart and hope to die?" 

He crossed his heart and hoped to die if he pissed in my mouth. 

"Okay ... I'll do it then," I said, leaning over him, my face only and inch 
or two from the tip of his cock. I ran my fist down his cock, my fingers 
nice and tight on it, drawing the loose skin away from the shiny head. I 
could see the small slit right in the center. Again I became doubtful about 
putting it in my mouth. I licked my lips nervously, gazing at the moist 
slit. It seemed as if my mouth had suddenly gone dry, but I was suddenly 
wanting to take it between my lips. I trembled slightly, and there was a 
powerful throbbing sensation in the pit of my stomach ... a sensation of 
expectancy, of anticipation. 

Finally, I shoved my face closer to his prick, but I didn't take it in my 
mouth right then. Instead, I darted my tongue out and touched the tip on the 
side os his cock. Immediately, I pulled my tongue away. A shock had rippled 
through me ... it was almost like an electrical shock ... something like a 
great heat had burned my tongue. Don't get me wrong ,.. it wasn't unpleasant 
at all. On the contrary, it was a sensation to my liking. Again I darted my 
tongue out, barely touching the tip of his cock. I felt the boy shiver as I 
worked the tip of my tongue around the moist, smooth head. 

Naturally, I didn't know what I was doing ... I was guided by instinct, I 
guess. 

The more I licked my tongue around the tip of his smooth cock head, the more 
I liked it. Finally, after much urgining, I opened my lips and then closed 
them around the head of his prick. For a long moment, I stayed that way ... 
my lips clasping his cock head tightly, my tongue not moving but pressing 
against the slit there. It was very warm between my lips, and I could feel 
it throbbing with some unknown power. My lips felt extremely sensitive, and 
I moved them a bit farther down his prick, taking more of it into my mouth. 
Then, when I had about half inside, I sunk my cheeks inward, closing them 
around his prick the way my lips were, and pressed my tongue against the 
bottom of it. 

I still had my finger around the base, and decided to see how much of his 
prick I could get into my mouth. Slowly, I shoved my lips farther down, 
keeping my cheeks sunk inward and my tongue tight on the bottom. It scraped 
along the roof of my mouth, then I felt it at the back of my throat. I 
gagged ... but only because of the unfamiliarity of it. 

Still guided by instinct, I drew my lips up, sucking on it. I didn't know 
then that a girl was supposed to use her tongue to lick at the same time. At 
that time I thought-if I thought at all-that all I was supposed to do was 
suck up and down the cock. 

Up and down I went, keeping my lips tight around it, sucking him. It seemed 
as if every nerve in my mouth was acutely sensitive to. what I was doing. My 
senses were on fire, and the more I sucked his cock, the better I enjoyed 
it. Finally, I was bobbing my face up and down swiftly, and the boy was 
going out of his mind. He was twisting his butt all over the cushions of the 
couch, moaning and groaning, holding the top of my head. I thought maybe I 
was hurting him, but when I tried to pull my mouth away, he held me down. I 
don't know how long I sucked him, but after a while my jaws became tired 
from being held open so long. 

Finally, I had to take my mouth away. 

"Did you like that?" I asked him, fondling the saliva wet cock. 

"Oh boy!" he whispered. "You do it better than Billy." 

"You mean Billy sucks it for you?" I was surprised ... who ever heard of 
boys doing that. But, of course, I had never heard of a girl doing it before 
either. 

"Yeah, he likes it," the boy told me. "But he's not as good as you." 

"Well ... that's something, anyway." 

"You sure you never sucked a cock before?" 

"I've never even seen one before ... except the tiny one of the boy next 
door." 

We talked about cock sucking for a while, and he said he would kiss my pussy 
if I wanted, but I told him I didn't think I'd care for that. Finally he 
left, and I went to the boathroom and looked at my mouth in the mirror. I 
didn't know why it had become so sensitive when I had his cock inside my 
mouth. I examined my lips and tongue, then peered inside my mouth as best I 
could. But I didn't see anything there that looked off. I stuck my finger 
between my lips and sucked on it the way I had done his cock, but the 
sensation wasn't there. 

That night, in bed, I went over the whole thing, trying to understand my 
feelings about what I had done. While I thought about it, I rubbed my pussy. 
I never wear panties beneath my gown, and I pulled it up and spread my legs. 
My clitoris seemed extremely sensitive that night, and when I rubbed my 
fingers over it, I would get the most delicious feeling down there. Then I 
held my cunt lips open and shoved a finger up my twat. It felt good, but not 
the way the boy's cock had felt in mouth. I ran my finger in and out of my 
snatch the way he had done, then I pulled it out and brought it up to my 
face. I sniffed at it, but couldn't detect any odor whatsoever. I darted my 
tongue out and licked at my finger, then shoved it into my mouth arid sucked 
on it. It just wasn't the same at all.. 

On Monday, at school, I looked for the boy. When I found him, he was with a 
group of other boys, one of them, the younger kid who had helped him take my 
panties down. I stood some distance away from them, just looking at the boy. 
Finally, he noticed me. He pointed toward me, and when the boys looked my 
way, they giggled. 

I blushed, because I was sure he head told them about my sucking his cock. I 
found out later he had not done this, but told of taking my panties down 
instead. 

After school was out, I waited for the boy. I knew that my mother would not 
be home; she had gone to meet my father for dinner with a client and they 
wouldn't be home until after sundown. I had been unable to concentrate on my 
school work, thinking of the sensation I had gotten from having his cock 
inside my mouth ... and I wanted to do it again. 

I waited on the corner for him, and when he came down the walk, he saw me 
and whispered to the younger boy with him, then the boy came toward me 
alone. 

"Do you ... you want to go home with me?" I asked him somewhat shyly. 

"You gonna put my prick in your mouth again?" he asked. 

"I ... maybe," I said, looking directly at his crotch. It seemed to me that 
I would see the outline of his prick beneath his pants, but that was silly. 
His cock wasn't big enough. 

"Okay ... let's go," he said. 

When we entered the living room of my house, he again asked me if I was 
going to put his cock in my mouth. I was trembling with excitement by this 
time ... and my lips already felt sensitive. I licked them nervously. 

Neither of us said another word. It seemed as I was being controlled by 
something ... someone ... and I dropped to my knees in front of him. He 
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He worked his fist back and 
forth on it for a minute, and it started getting hard. Then I took it in my 
own hand and jacked it a moment. Finally, I couldn't wait another second. I 
leaned forward and sucked his prick-into my mouth. Immediately my sense 
seemed to whirl around inside my brain. It tasted delicious! It seemed 
better than two days ago and I started sucking my lips up and down it 
swiftly. Since it was small, I could get all of it into my mouth pressing my 
nose against his pants. 

"Here," he said after a minute, "let me do it." 

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I stopped sucking and then he 
began to work his hips back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of my 
mouth. 

"This is mouth fucking," the boy said, grunting. 

Whatever it was, I loved it! I stayed there on my knees and let him thrust 
his prick in and out of my mouth. He was doing it kind of violently, and I 
had to grip his hips to keep my balance. My lips and inner cheeks seemed 
extremely sensitive while he was doing this, and my tongue moved of its own 
volition, swirling around his prick as he fucked my mouth. I could feel a 
tremendous pressure in the pit of my stomach ... a wonderful pressure ... 
and I swear that my cunt lips were twitching inside my panties. 

Then my parents walked in the door. 

Both the boy and I were so involved, neither of us heard them. 

"What the hell...." I heard my father's voice. 

"Oh, my God!" my mother gasped. 

I jerked my mouth away from the boys cock and stared at them, still on my 
knees. Then I became frightened. I started to cry and the boy ran past my 
parents and out the door, his cock still standing out of his pants. 

I don't know how long my mother and father stood there, looking at me. They 
didn't say anymore. Finally I stood up and went straight to my bedroom, 
flung myself down on my bed and waited. I figured one or the other would be 
in soon and I would have my ass beat raw. 

But no one came in. 

I didn't go down for my dinner that evening, but stayed in my room, too 
ashamed to face my mother and father. About nine o'clock, I turned out my 
light and crawled under the blankets. I was still worried about my 
punishment ... I knew they would get to me sooner or later. 

I don't know what time it was, but it was real dark outside when I heard my 
bedroom door open. I lay as still as I could, hoping they would think I was 
asleep and not bother me this night. I opened my eyes a bit so I could see 
if it was my mother or father, desperately hoping it wouldn't be my mother, 
because she always spanked harder than Daddy. 

Keeping my eyes slitted, I saw my father standing at the side of my bed. He 
was in his shorts and stood there looking down at me. I started to tremble 
despite myself. I didn't want him to know I was awake, hoping this would put 
off my punishment. I thought it strange that Daddy would be standing there 
in his shorts. I had never seen him like this before. 

In the dim light, I saw him lean over my bed. Then, to my surprise, he 
lifted the blankets and pushed them to the foot of my bed. My nightgown had 
hiked up past my hips during my tossing and turning, and I knew I was fully 
exposed to him. I suddenly felt ashamed of having him see me this way. I 
wanted to shove my gown down, but if I did that, he would know I was awake 
and then he would whip my butt. 

Suddenly I was shocked. 

I felt Daddy's hand on my belly, and I couldn't keep it from quivering. If 
he was going to spank me, he was sure going about it in a strange way. Then 
I felt his fingertips moving on my belly, moving down toward my naked pussy. 
I felt his fingertips touch me there ... sliding up and down the slit 
gently. He pulled the pussy lips apart and started stroking my clitoris, and 
I could hardly keep from shivering with the wonderful sensation he was 
creating in me. Then I received another shock. 

In the dim light, I saw his cock stiffen up inside his shorts. While he was 
stroking my clitoris, Daddy reached into the fly of his shorts and pulled 
his cock out. He wrapped his fingers around it and started jerking back and 
forth. Although I couldn't see very well, I could see well enough to know 
that he had an enormous prick. It was so huge, and I had no idea a boy's 
cock could get so big. 

For a long time Daddy stood there, playing with his cock and feeling of my 
pussy, and finally I couldn't stay still any longer. My mouth went dry 
again, and the nerves started tingling and I wanted to lick my lips badly. I 
started twitching and moaning on the bed. Daddy jerked his hand away from my 
cunt quickly, his other hand still on his cock, but not moving up and down 
any longer. I struggled to quiet myself, still pretending to be asleep. 
Finally, Daddy reached out and started rubbing my pussy again. 

Every nerve in my mouth was going crazy, and I suddenly threw all caution 
out the window. I reached up one hand and cupped my palm around the huge 
swollen head of his cock. It must have startled Daddy, because he jumped as 
if he had been burned. 

"Please ... Daddy, let me...." I whispered loudly. "Let me touch it! Let me 
feel of it ... just for a minute, Daddy!" 

"I ... I didn't know you were awake, Suzette," Daddy said, his voice low and 
thick. 

"Let me touch it, Daddy," I pleaded, running my palm over the smooth head. I 
could feel a warm moisture there, and for some reason it felt awfully nice 
on my hand. "Just one time ... I want to, Daddy! You can feel me again ... 
please, put your hand down there again ... let me play with it!" 

Daddy sat down on the edge of my bed, but he didn't put his cock away. 

"Listen, Suzette," he said in a loud whisper, "we must be very quiet. I'll 
let you play with it ... but don't make any noise." 

I knew he didn't want us to wake my mother up. Then he took his hand away 
from his cock and let me touch it. Oh, it was huge! It was really a monster 
... so thick ... so long ... so very hard! I could hardly get my fingers 
around it, that was how thick it was. 

"Can I see it, Daddy? Huh ... let me see it!" I pleaded. 

"You like it, huh?" he chuckled. "Just like your mother, aren't you, baby? 
Well ... if you want to see it, you shall." 

He reached out and clicked on my bedside lamp. I lifted myself up on one 
elbow and stared down at the enormous prick. It was beautiful! I had never 
seen anything like it in my entire life. The skin was pulled way back from 
the head, and that was such a large, smooth thing, I couldn't see how he 
could keep it hidden in his pants all the time. I fondled it gently, feeling 
every inch of it. There was some slimy, clear liquid dripping from the slit, 
and I touched it and smeared it around his cock head. Daddy sighed and 
started to play with my pussy again. I reached inside his shorts and pulled 
out a pair of very hairy balls. They looked awfully heavy to me, and I 
lifted them in my hand, bouncing them up and down, then I squeezed them, 
thrilling to the sensation of just handling such wonderful things. 

I opened the fly of his shorts and exposed all of his cock and balls. There 
was a mass of hair surrounding the base, and I pulled on the strands gently. 
Then I wrapped my fingers around his cock again and started jacking him off. 
Daddy was moaning and rubbing furiously at my slit, trying to work a linger 
between the lips. 

"Want to kiss it, baby?" Daddy said hoarsely. "Want to kiss it the way you 
were doing that kid's this afternoon?" 

"Golly ... I don't...." 

I couldn't see how it would be possible for me to take that huge monster 
between my lips. It was just too big ... too thick ... too hard. My 
tongue-of its own volition-started licking over my dry lips. I gazed at the 
tip of his prick, trying to think of some way I could get it into my mouth. 

"Go on, baby," Daddy urged. "Try it ... it's a much nicer cock than the 
little thing you were kissing this afternoon. My cock can do things that the 
boy's can't. Go ahead ... kiss the tip ... run your tongue over it." 

"I don't think ... don't think I can," I whispered back at him. "It's so 
big, Daddy ... I could never get it in my mouth." 

"Lick it, baby ... lick the head with your tongue." 

I leaned down over his lap, his cock head almost in my face. I ran my tongue 
out and fluttered it around the smooth flesh, tasting the fluid that was 
seeping from the tiny slit there. Almost right away, my brain flared into a 
roaring fire. I couldn't see ... couldn't feel ... couldn't move. My tongue 
seemed extremely sensitive then, and it seemed to be the only feeling I had 
in my whole body. The taste of that juice was out of this world! I began 
licking all over the smooth head of his cock, licking up the fluids there. 
Then, after I had cleaned it completely, I started after the seeping stuff 
at the sliit. I tried my best to work my tongue into the slit, but that was 
impossible. Still ... I was getting the juice from him. It was slimy, but so 
good! I wanted more. I opened my lips as far as I could, then placed them 
down on the tip of his cock. Try as I did, I could not get more than most of 
the head into my mouth. I couldn't even get my lips past the swollen ridge. 
Making the best of what I could get, I sucked the tip of his prick as hard 
as I could, my tongue licking insanely at the seeping hole. I was shivering 
violently, thrilling to the sensations of pleasure that was filling my 
mouth. 

"Jack it, baby," Daddy grunted, his fingers working furiously at my pussy. 
"Jack it with your hand while you suck the head!" 

I twisted around on the bed until I was on my knees, keeping his cock head 
between my lips. I grasped his prick in one hand, jerking it up and down 
swiftly. My other hand cupped and squeezed his hairy balls. I was sure-in 
some dark part of my mind-that if I kept this up long enough, something 
wonderful would happen ... something that would thrill Daddy and me both. 

Daddy leaned over so he could pet and caress my naked ass-cheeks while I 
leaned into his lap, sucking and tonguing his cock. I was almost out of my 
mind with what I was doing. I didn't think of it as belonging to my Daddy at 
all ... I only thought of it as a huge, delicious cock ... a cock unattached 
to anything ... a cock that was giving me pleasure ... that was making my 
mouth so sensitive that I was rippling and shuddering with violent spasms of 
intense pleasure. 

Holding my lips tightly around the swollen head of his cock, I worked my 
tongue furiously at the hole, my fist jacking up and down the pulsating 
shaft, my other hand grasping and tugging and squeezing at his balls. Then 
something happened. 

At first I thought I had hurt him in some way. Daddy grunted and arched his 
crotch up against my face ... his cock seemed to swell up even more inside 
my mouth ... then something spurted out of the tip. It was hot and thick and 
very slimy. Thinking I had hurt him, I started to lift away, but he put the 
back of his hand on my head and held me there. The thick stuff was spurting 
from the tip of his cock in long, squirting streams now. I didn't know what 
to do. It started running between my lips and his cock, soaking my still 
jacking hand. Then, I became aware of the taste ... and went completely out 
of my mind! It was delicious ... absolutely delicious! I started swallowing, 
gurgling and whimpering, my tongue licking furiously at the spewing hole. I 
gulped as much of it as I could down into my stomach-, but I couldn't take 
it all ... couldn't swallow fast enough. Most of it ran down the sides of 
his cock and over my hand, all the way to his hairy balls. 

"Enough, baby," Daddy gasped, pulling my face away from his now soft cock. 
"That's enough ... stop ... don't!" 

Although I had not realized it, I was still sucking his cock insanely, 
trying my level best to get more of that delicious juice. I pulled my-lips 
away and looked at the mess we had made. Daddy had slumped back on my bed, 
his cock laying on one thigh, coated with the fluid. I lifted my hand to my 
mouth and licked the slimy juice from it. Then, without a word, I leaned 
over and used my tongue to clean his cock and balls. I was amazed that the 
white, thick stuff tasted so good ... and I wanted more and more of it. 

After a while, Daddy sat up on the bed. He reached out and caressed my 
cheek, looking at me with love in his eyes. Then he did something he had not 
done in a very long time. Daddy leaned over and pressed his lips against 
mine, kissing me. 

"Baby ... my baby," he said softly. "Do you know what we've done?" 

"Yes," I grinned at him, not a bit ashamed of myself. "But Daddy ... what 
happened to you? What was that stuff that I made come out? Does it always 
happen like that? Can you do it again?" 

"Hey, slow down," he chuckled. "I couldn't do it again for a while, Suzette. 
What I did was come in your mouth ... you know what come is, don't you?" 

I told him I didn't know anything, and he started explaining the facts of 
lie to me. I listened, wide-eyed, and when he was finished, I told him I 
couldn't understand why a woman would want a man to come inside her cunt 
when she could have more fun taking it in her mouth. 

"Does Mommy suck your cock, Daddy?" I asked him, using the words he had told 
me to say. "Does she like to suck your prick?" 

"She loves it, baby." 

"Can she do it as good as I can?" For some reason I was jealous of my mother 
doing this to Daddy. I wanted to be the only girl to suck him off. 

"Oh, she's a fine cock sucker, baby," Daddy said, then he saw the expression 
on my face. "But don't you worry your pretty little head off ... with a bit 
more experience, you'll make a first class cock sucker, too." 

Daddy was right, of course. After that night, during which he cautioned me 
not to say anything to anyone, including my mother, he would come to my room 
four or five nights a week, and I would suck him off. Once, when he and I 
were doing the dishes and mother was in the living room, I wanted to suck 
his cock off so much, I just dropped to my knees and pulled it out. Then, 
standing there by the sink, with me on my knees, I sucked him off. Of 
course, it was a dangerous thing to do, but I just couldn't wait for night. 
Then another time I sucked his cock off in the car. He had taken me to a 
birthday party, and right there in front of the girl's house, I pulled his 
cock out and went down on it while he sat behind the wheel. We were taking 
terrible chances, we knew, but Daddy and I loved what we were doing and 
couldn't stay away from each other. 

After almost ten months of sucking his prick, I was finally able to get my 
lips past the ridge of his cock head, but no more. He had taught me how to 
use my tongue ... licking the full shaft ... swirling around the head ... 
and even had me lick and suck on his balls. By then I was quite an expert at 
sucking a cock. I stopped messing around with small boys. After all, they 
couldn't come in my mouth and that was what I wanted ... next to just 
holding the cock between my lips. 

Of course Daddy never tried to fuck me. I was too little anyway. Sometimes 
he would rub the head of his prick up and down my pussy, but it didn't feel 
anything like taking it in my mouth. I enjoyed it when he would come on my 
cunt, and I would smear it all over the slit and stuff some of it inside me, 
but our preference was cock sucking. 

Mother never did-as far as I know-find out about what Daddy and I were doing 
with each other. 

As you know, I was the only child, and mother and I used to bathe together 
frequently. I had never paid much attention to her genitals during those 
times. Then, when I started sucking Daddy's cock, I became interested in my 
mother's pussy. When we were naked and in the tub, I would find various 
excuses to brush my hands across her hairy slit. I became bolder at this 
within a month after sucking Daddy off for the first time. He had told me of 
how boys and girls fuck, naturally, and I was interested in how such a small 
hole could take such a monstrous prick inside it. I knew Daddy couldn't get 
his cock inside me, and I had the idea that mother's pussy was the same 
size. 

Then, after almost a year of me finding excuses to touch my mother's cunt 
every so often, I decided I would like to see if it tasted like Daddy's 
cock. But how to achieve this purpose, I didn't know. 

Mother and I were in the tub, and I went fishing for the soap. Of course, I 
knew where the soap was all the time. It was in my hand. We were facing each 
other and I started working my hand around underneath the water as if I was 
searching for the soap. I made a stab between mother's thighs and felt her 
pussy there. Instead of taking my hand away, I quickly shoved a finger 
between her cunt lips. Mother gasped, her eyes opening wide and staring at 
me. 

"Suzette! What in the world are you ... " 

"I giggled, then pulled my finger out. "Does Daddy stick his finger in 
there, Mommy?" I asked boldly. 

"Where did you get such ideas, child?" 

"Well ... does he?" 

She stared for a long time at me, and before she knew what I was doing, I 
thrust a finger into her pussy again, then I started fucking it in and out 
with quick stabs. She gasped again, her mouth opening. Her eyes rolled back 
in her head and I felt her trembling. Her thighs closed around my hand, 
capturing it with my finger far into her pussy. I wriggled my finger around 
inside her, and she jerked her hips around. 

"Do you like this, Mommy?" I asked her, watching her face intently. "Do you 
like me feeling of you this way?" 

"Ohhh ... oh, my God!" she moaned. "This is ... is wrong ... terrible. 
Suzette ... you mustn't ... don't do this ... please, dear ... take your 
finger out! Ohhh ... you can't understand ... what you're doing ... to me." 

Mother's pussy began to get warm and slippery. I could feel the lips 
twitching around my finger, a sort of biting, sucking action. I ran my other 
hand under the water and felt around until I located her clitoris. I took it 
between my finger and thumb and started rolling and pinching it. Mther's 
face contorted with pleasure at what I was doing to her. Her tits, up out of 
the water, were jiggling from her frantic movements, the nipples standing 
firm and erect. I swear those white titties looked ready to burst. I 
continued finger fucking her, all the time rubbing and pinching her 
clitoris, and finally she shuddered violently, then slumped against the rim 
of the tub, her eyes closed and her tits heaving up and down. Her cunt had 
become extremely wet and slippery when she came ... and I was excited by 
what I had done. 

After a long time, mother opened her eyes and stared at me. They were 
somewhat glassy, and she was breathing raggedly. 

"Why did you do that, Suzette?" she asked. 

"I don't know ... didn't you like it, Mommy? 

"Oh, God! It was terrible ... you shouldn't have," then her face smiled, her 
eyes glowing. "Yes, honey ... I did like it. I just don't understand, that's 
all." 

I watched as mother got out of the tub. She took a huge towel and started 
drying her body. I watched her, thinking how beautiful she was. My mother is 
not one of those women who let themselves get fat and sloppy. She is slender 
and long legged. Her waist is very narrow and she has a compact, tight ass. 
Her tits did not sag and droop like many women in their thirties. They stood 
proud and firm on her chest, with lovely pink nipples ... the way my titties 
are now. We're the same size now, you know, and I can wear her clothes, too. 
Even our bras fit each other. 

Well, I watched her dry herself, then when she started working the towel 
between her slim thighs, drying her pussy, that was where I looked. She had 
a very lovely patch of cunt hair ... thicker and more luxurious than my own. 
The strands were long ... very long. I've heard tell that long cunt hair on 
a girl indicates she is very passionate ... is that true? 

Whether it's true or not, it's true with my mother ... she's terribly 
passionate. 

I watched her until she finished with the towel, then I stepped out of the 
tub and dried myself. Mother had pulled a robe over her body, but before she 
could belt it, I pulled it open. . 

"Can I see it, Mommy?" I asked her. 

"Suzette ... oh, my baby," she said in a strange voice. "Don't you think 
we've done enough?" 

"Please, Mommy," I pleaded with her, looking down at the thick hair. "I've 
never seen what a woman-a grown woman-looks like down there." 

"Well ... maybe just a peek, dear." 

I squatted down in front of her. Mother opened her thighs a bit and let me 
look at her pussy. I could hardly see the pink lips because her cunt hair 
was so thick and long. I reached out to part the hair, and she started 
trembling all over again. She didn't say anything ... just stood there with 
her thighs apart while I gazed at the pink lips of her cunt. I reached one 
finger out and pulled the lips apart, exposing her clitoris. It was small 
and shiny. I touched it with my fingertip, and mother shuddered, her hips 
jerking. 

"No, dear," she said, trying to shove my hand away. "That's enough now ... 
you mustn't touch me there ... no, don't ... please, honey ... ohhh ... I 
can't stand it! Suzette ... what are you ... doing? Stop that ... turn it 
loose!" 

I had taken her clitoris between finger and thumb again, and was pinching it 
while I thrust the finger of my other hand far into the still slippery lips. 
Mother's body shivered, and although she was telling me to stop feeling her 
pussy, she was arching it toward me. I looked up at her and saw she was 
squeezing her own titties in her hands, pulling at the sensitive nipples. 
Her eyes were closed and she had her tongue sticking part way out of her 
mouth, biting down on it. I continued finger fucking her and rubbing at the 
tiny clitoris. Soon she was rolling her hips around in a tight circle, 
gyrating them as though she was getting fucked. 

Finally, she became so weak she could no longer stand. She moved back from 
my hands, but ever so slowly. Then she sat down on the toilet seat, shoving 
her cunt toward me. She threw her slender thighs wide open ... real wide ... 
and the tendons located close to her pussy popped out. Her ass was barely on 
the toilet, hanging over the edge. 

"Ooooo ... honey ... oh, that's nice," she whimpered softly, squirming her 
ass around on the toilet. "Ohhh, Suzette ... finger me ... finger my cunt! 
Stick it in my pussy ... finger fuck me, darling ... do something ... Ohhh, 
I'll ... I'll come! I'll come ... if you keep that up! Ohhh ... darling, 
darling, darling ... finger fuck my hot cunt ... Ohhh, yes ... yes ... 
yes...." 

I wasn't feeling very much, just the pleasure of doing this for her and 
seeing the pussy lips twitch and quiver around my finger. That was enough 
pleasure for me. I could see the juice dripping from her pussy, smearing her 
quivering asscheeks as she humped up and down in rhythm to my fucking 
finger. That was when I got the idea to taste her pussy. 

Apparently, mother got the same idea, because she started whispering, "Kiss 
it for me, Suzette ... put your lips on my pussy ... kiss it for me ... make 
me come, darling ... use your tongue ... lick my cunt ... Ohhh ... do ... 
please do it for me ... I'm so fucking hot! I want to get fucked ... get my 
cunt licked ... sucked ... anything ... Ohhh, do it, do it!" 

I leaned in close between her widely spread thighs, now on my knees. I 
shoved my face into her pussy, and planted a wet kiss directly on her cunt. 
Mother trembled violently and grabbed the back of my head, working her 
steamding pussy up and down my face, covering my mouth, nose and eyes with 
the hair--rimmed slit. I snaked my tongue out and tasted the dripping juice 
of her. It was different altogether from the taste of Daddy's come, but I 
liked it just the same. There was something exotic about it ... something 
hard to describe. I ran my hands along the smooth surfaces of her inner 
thighs, then clutched each cheek of her ass in my palms, holding her butt as 
she squirmed and writhed against my face. I twirled my tongue around her 
pulsating clitoris, using the same technique Daddy had taught me to use on 
his cock. I opened my lips and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, chewing 
and licking it until mother was almost insane with the exquisite pleasure I 
was creating in her body. 

"Inside ... stick your tongue inside my cunt, darling," she murmured, 
arching her pussy upwards. "Tongue me ... tongue fuck my cunt ... Ohhh, baby 
... darling ... sweatheart ... honey ... Ohhh, this is wicked ... tongue 
fucking your own mother! But, I can't ... I just can't help it ... it's so 
wonderful ... so delicious ... Ohhh ... suck me ... suck my pussy ... eat 
me, Suzette ... lick my mother fucking hot pussy!" 

I had never heard my mother use such words before, but the more she used 
them, the harder I worked at her snatch. I stabbed my tongue as far into her 
pussy as it would go, then began thrusting it in and out swiftly, clutching 
hard at her twisting ass-cheeks. I tongue fucked her until I felt the hairy 
lips convulse. 

"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" Mother screamed, pulling my face harder into 
her soaked pussy. "Ohhh ... I'm coming, sweatheart ... tongue me faster ... 
faster ... lick ... suck ... cunt ... suck cunt ... lick pussy ... tongue 
fuck my coming ... coming ... coming pussy!" 

She lifted her thighs and crooked her knees across my shoulders, squeezing 
them tightly around my face. I could hardly breathe, but I was so happy to 
be doing this I didn't care. I tongued hard and fast at her steaming cunt, 
working my tongue up and down her clitoris, then stabbing it in and out of 
her spasming pussy hole. I continued doing this until she slumped in total 
exhaustion, her ass still hanging off the toilet. When she relaxed her 
thighs parted and I was able to pull my face from her quivering pussy. My 
face was smeared with her come juice, but I didn't mind at all. 

I dressed and left her sitting on the toilet. I knew she wouldn't protest 
when I wanted to lick her twat again ... the same as Daddy always let me 
suck his cock. 

After that, I was sucking a beautiful prick almost every night, and during 
the day I was eating mother's pussy. Once or twice, Daddy licked my little 
hairless snatch, but it didn't do a thing for me. My kicks came from sucking 
his big prick and swallowing the come from his balls. Mother never sucked my 
pussy until I was thirteen years old. 

When I started having my periods, mother explained the facts of life to me 
all over again, not knowing that Daddy had already done so. Neither of them 
knew what I was doing with the other. Maybe they're afraid to tell each 
other, I don't know. I wish they would, though. I think it would be fun to 
suck them both all of us in the same bed together. 

Well, this cunt and cock sucking continued. Then, when I was fourteen years 
old, Daddy said he wanted to fuck me. I didn't much want that, but he said I 
should fuck a man at least once so I would know what it felt like. I agreed, 
and he busted my cherry. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but after the pain 
was gone, it felt sort of nice. He fucked me and shot his load up my cunt, 
too ... but I told him I prefer taking the load in my mouth. 

Daddy not only enjoyed having his cock sucked off, but he liked to fuck 
also. I didn't mind if he fucked me, but like I said, I wanted to take his 
come in my mouth. 

One day, when he was fucking me in my bedroom-mother was gone someplace-I 
told him not to come in my pussy, but to pull it out just before he shot off 
and let me take it in my mouth. He thrust his cock in and out of my pussy, 
telling me how tight I was and all that shit. He had his hands on my ass and 
had me bent almost double on the bed, with my knees on my shoulders. When I 
felt his cock start to jerk around, I said, "Take it out! Take it out of my 
cunt, Daddy ... shoot in my mouth ... come in my mouth, please!" 

He jerked his prick from my cunt then, and in a swift motion, arched his 
body across my face. I opened up my lips to cover the swollen, pussy-juice 
wet head, when all of a sudden he started gushing. I didn't get my lips 
around his cock, but I did take the full load into my mouth and down my 
throat. It was then I experienced a strange reaction. While he was squirting 
his come into my mouth that way ... his cock not even touching my lips ... I 
felt my pussy twitching like mad, then I was coming. That's right ... while 
I swallowed his come, it triggered my own come! And he wasn't even touching 
me. 

I started dating when I was fourteen, also. Daddy didn't want me to, but 
mother took my side and he reluctantly agreed. I was quite happy to start 
dating, because-unlike most girls-it meant I would have the opportunity to 
try sucking other cocks besides my Daddy's. 

After I had a few dates, mother would ask me if I let the boys fuck me. I 
told her no, I didn't do that. 

"That's something you should do, Suzette," she told me. "I don't much care 
about my daughter getting herself fucked in the back seat of some boy's car, 
but let's face it, you've been eating pussy for years now. I don't want you 
to become a Lesbian." 

"Oh, don't worry about that, Mommy," I told her. "When the boys get out of 
hand and try to fuck me ... why, I just suck them off." 

"You what?" 

"I suck their cock's off," I repeated. 

"Oh," she said. "Well ... I suppose that's better than nothing. At least it 
shows you aren't a Lesbian. Tell me ... do you enjoy sucking their little 
pricks?" 

"Oh, yes!" I squealed. "Especially when they come in my mouth. I like that 
better than anything! It makes me come, too." 

"It does?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with interest. 

"Oh yes! My panties get awfully soaked. I just love sucking cock, Mommy." 

"Hmmmm ... you know, I do to," she said. 

Knowing that she already did so frequently, but she not knowing I knew, I 
asked, "Do you suck Daddy's prick very often, Mommy?" 

"Oh my yes ... your father is crazy about having his cock sucked. Also, he's 
a very good cunt lapper, I might add." 

"Does he lick your pussy as nicely as I do?" 

"Oh, he's a real expert, darling ... but let's don't talk about what your 
father and I do in bed. It isn't nice." 

"Why isn't it?" I asked. "After all, you and I do it ... and I suck the 
boy's I got out with. What's the difference?" 

"Well ... I really don't know. It just seems that we shouldn't discuss what 
your father and I do with each other in bed, that's all." 

"Does he fuck you all the time?" I persisted. 

"Oh, you little minx," mother teased me. "Yes, he does. He fucks me almost 
every night, if you must know. And I suck his cock two and three times a 
week. And he eats my pussy just as often. Now ... are you satisfied?" 

"Is that all you do? Don't you jack him off sometimes ... don't he finger 
fuck you?" 

"Oh, you ... you inquisitive little cunt!" she laughed. "Of course we do 
those things." 

"Have you ... have you ever let him ... well, have you ever taken his cock 
up your asshole, Mommy?" 

"What give you such an idea?" 

"Well ... one of the boys I went out with-when I wouldn't let him fuck 
me-said he didn't care for cock sucking. He wanted to stick his prick up my 
asshole, but I wouldn't let him. I-did let him stick his finger up there, 
but it hurt me terribly." 

She laughed. "Well ... don't take it in your ass if it hurts, darling. But 
to answer your question, yes ... your father has fucked me there. It hurt me 
at first, but I've grown to enjoy it very much. Of course, you don't have to 
fuck that way, if you don't want." 

I eventually allowed myself to be fucked up my asshole, but I didn't enjoy 
it a bit. I've let a few boys fuck me, too, using my cunt ... but I'd rather 
suck them any day. My pleasure is sucking cock ... not fucking. So far, I've 
never lapped another girl's pussy except my mother's. I suppose one of these 
days I'll get the opportunity to do so. I've discussed eating cunt quite a 
bit with my mother, and she tells me to go ahead, but that I should watch 
myself so that I don't start preferring pussy to cock. 

I've also spoke to my father about sucking cunt-without letting him know 
about doing it to mother of course. He agrees that I should experience the 
taste of pussy ... that I should try all manners of sex until I decide which 
is best for me. But, at the same time, he tells me that I should stay with 
sucking cock and let myself get fucked occasionally. He tells me that boys 
and men enjoy having a girl suck them off ... that it makes them closer 
together than just fucking. I don't know if it does or not. I do know, 
though, that the boys I've dated so far prefer it to fucking me. 

I guess I'll always be a cock sucker. 

Suzette is a widely experienced oralist now. She gives no evidence of guilt 
about her incestual oralism, even to the Lesbian actions with her mother. It 
is difficult to determine whether or not her parents evidence any guilt 
feelings about their incestual involvement, but if we can draw a conclusion 
from the statements of Suzette, they do not. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The following case deals with a young widow and her fourteen-year-old son. 
The woman, being without sexual satisfaction for some years, developed an 
intense interest in young boys ... the friends her son had hanging around 
their house almost constantly. 

She is an artist of some repute, a very good painter and it is my 
understanding that some of her oils command high prices. She does not do 
landscapes, but uses her son as a model. Sometimes he poses as a Greek god 
... a Roman warrior ... a South Seas savage. On a few occasions, she has 
used other models, but seldom. She earns an adequate income from the sale of 
her oils, and therefore is quite comfortable. 

She and her son live on the West Coast, in a beach house with huge 
sky-lights in the studio portions where she paints. There is a glass wall 
overlooking the small stretch of beach and ocean from the studio, and she 
has used this scene many times in her paintings. 

Marlyn is a tall, statuesque woman not yet forty, slender of thigh and arms, 
with a narrow waist and firm, high-riding breasts. Her hips are rounded and 
flare seductively beneath the short skirts she is addicted to. Her buttocks 
are small and boyish, yet swell outward with a feminine sweep, only to tuck 
smoothly into her extraordinarily long thighs. Any other woman would be 
considered skinny, but Marlyn is willowy and desirable. She has jet black 
hair that is tied into a bun on most occasions at the back of her head. The 
glasses she wears, instead of creating a school-teacherish look to her face, 
emphasize the dark, smoldering glitter of her lovely eyes. When one looks 
directly at her, they can see the sensual expressions and passion hiding 
behind them. 

Her lips are full, naturally pink and healthy, with a small nose that curls 
daintily on the very tip. She is very lovely, a very attractive female. Her 
face and body, alone, is enough to arouse the primitive instincts in men, 
but it is her dark eyes that give her passionate nature away. Behind them 
lurks untold pleasures to be had ... promises of exquisite sexual delights 
to the man who can break the barrier she has placed around her. 

Unfortunately, the only ones who can burst through this barrier are young 
boys ... boys of fourteen and fifteen-especially her son, Richard. For him, 
she has no barrier. She is vulnerable to anything he wants to do with her 
... anything! 

Richard is tall for his age, and probably has not yet reached his full 
height. He, like his mother, is dark; has black hair, olive tinted flesh, 
and is quite well built. If there is one defect-if such can be considered a 
defect-it is his unusually large penis. It seems that Richard's organ is 
almost twice the size of a normal man's, let along a young boy's. 

I used to sit in my studio and watch the young boys playing on the beach. 
Richard always had his friends hanging around the house, and they would go 
out there and play football and that sort of thing. Usually, they would be 
in trunks, and I would sit there and hope to get a glimpse of those bulging 
cocks ... those young, strong cocks. 

You see, since my husband passed away, I had nothing to do with other men. 
Maybe if I had gone out, then I wouldn't have become involved in the mess I 
did with Richard and his friends. Still, I don't think I would have given up 
those things for anyone-I enjoyed it too much. 

I knew my son was masturbating-jacking off, if you will-by this time, and 
since his bedroom was right next to mine. I could hear him sometimes. Just 
hearing him grunt when he was jacking off would be so exciting, I would find 
myself lifting my gown and fingering my cunt. Finally, it go so bad I just 
had to see him ... see him jack off ... see his cock ... see his young, 
strong sperm gush out. 

Now, I had never been strongly oral. When my husband was alive, I would suck 
his cock off on occasion, but it never did much for me. Like all men, 
though, he thoroughly enjoyed having me use my mouth on his prick. I did 
enjoy having his cock inside my pussy ... getting fucked by him was the most 
thrilling thing in the world. 

Finally, one night when I could hear him beating his meat, I became so 
excited I had to get out of bed and slip quietly to his door. Fortunately 
for me, the door was open just a crack, and I peered in at him. He had the 
light on and was lying on his back. I was startled when I saw the size of 
his prick. It was huge! I mean ... his cock was larger than my husband's ... 
larger than any I had ever seen before, which was not many. 

He was laying there on his back, holding his cock in his hand and jacking 
his fist up and down swiftly. Immediately I felt the juices flowing from my 
pussy, and I became intensely aroused. I could have stayed there for hours, 
just watching my son jack off, but unfortunately it didn't last all that 
long. 

While I was watching, he suddenly arched his hips up off the bed, and I 
believe his cock swelled up even larger. Then, all of a sudden, the while 
stuff came flying out of the tip, shooting high in the air, only to fall 
back and splatter on his stomach and thighs. I know this sounds insane, but 
when I saw his come start gushing out that way, I experienced a tremendous 
orgasm myself. 

I wanted to stay and watch him clean up, but I was so weak and dizzy, I had 
to rush back to my bed. Once I was under the blankets, I had to furiously 
finger fuck myself to another orgasm. It was one of the most intense 
climaxes I had experienced in years. 

After that, I would try to watch Richard jack off when ever I could. I was 
becoming quite interested in his cock by this time, as you well know. Of 
course, I knew my interest wasn't healthy, that it was incestual desires, 
but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was trying to devise some 
way I could get my hands on his beautiful, overly large prick. I found 
myself wondering what it would feel like inside my mouth ... how it would 
feel when he spurted so forcefully against the back of my throat. Not once 
did I think of how it would be inside my pussy ... it was only in my mouth 
that I wanted it. 

One day, I was waiting for my son to come out of the one bathroom we have. I 
had held off urinating as long as I could because I was trying to finish up 
the painting, and was afraid I would lose the mood if I left it even for a 
minute. Then, when I had the time, Richard was in the bathroom. 

When he came out, he grinned at me and said, "Okay, Mom ... all yours." 

I went in and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. Maybe it was an 
unconscious desire on my part, I don't know. Anyway, I didn't lock the door 
as usual. I went to the toilet and lifted up my smock and pulled my panties 
down. I started to sit down on the stool, then remembered that Richard 
always lifted it when he urinated. I turned to lower the stool, but it was 
already down. And there, right on the edge, was a blob of thick white come 
juice. Right away I knew he had been jacking off, and some of his come had 
landed on the stool. For some strange reason, I wiped it up with one finger, 
then held it close to my face. I felt hot and cold at the same time, 
flushing with desire. I sat down on the toilet and started urinating, just 
looking at that white smear on my finger. Then, hardly realizing what I was 
doing, I brought my finger to my lips and tasted of the come. Oh God! Right 
away I had a tremendous orgasm! And I was still urinating, too! 

After that, I started looking for evidence of his emissions, finding them on 
his sheets and in the bathroom. Usually the sperm would be cold by the time 
I found it, but still I would wipe it up and lick my fingers. If I knew 
Richard was out of the house, I would sometimes lift my skirt and shove the 
finger with his cream on it into my pussy, then I would masturbate myself 
furiously. 

After about a week, I began finding globs of his sperm-still warm-on the 
stool of the toilet if I would enter it immediately after he left. Although 
I was totally unaware of it at the time, my son had discovered what I was 
doing, and began coming off so that I could find the full load. I found out 
later that he had observed what I was doing one day when he started into his 
bedroom while I was just wiping up some of his cool sperm. He saw me lick it 
from my fingers and then masturbate myself furiously. Of course, he didn't 
see my genitals since I had my back to him, but he knew what I was doing. 

Strange as it seems, my son began jacking off more often then, leaving the 
globs of sperm on the toilet seat for me, knowing I would enter as soon as 
he left. I still-unconsciously, I'm sure-did not lock the door. I would 
enter the toilet and look immediately for his still warm sperm, wipe it up 
with my fingers, lick it off with my tongue, then masturbate myself. 

The way I would do it in the bathroom is to lift my skirt around my waist 
and remove my panties completely, then I would sit on the stool, propping my 
feet on it and hold my knees wide. Then I would rub my clitoris with one 
hand and thrust my fingers of the other hand in and out of my exicted pussy. 
During these times, I paid no attention to anything but what pleasure I was 
inducing in myself. Therefore, I had no idea that my son was opening the 
bathroom door and watching me finger fuck myself. 

This went on for a couple of weeks-me watching him jack off when ever I had 
the chance, him watching me wipe up his sperm and lick it off, then finger 
myself to orgasm. I didn't know he was watching me, but he knew everything I 
was doing. It's hard to say, under the circumstances, who initiated 
intercourse-him or I. 

Then, one day while I was posing him for a painting I was doing, I 
inadvertently-again unconscious?-exposed his enormous balls. 

The painting I was trying to do consisted of a Roman gladiator, standing 
triumphantly with a kneeling slave girl offering him a bowl of fruit. For 
the slave girl, I had hired a professional model ... a young thing hardly in 
her twenties. She was very pretty, with cascading golden hair and a pouty 
little mouth. As it turned out, she also was a sexy little thing. 

I had my son and the girl dressed in togas for the painting. While she was 
kneeling before him, I left the canvas for a moment to adjust his. And while 
I was doing so, I exposed his balls. 

Richard never undressed in front of me, but used a dressing screen, and it 
was the first time he had removed everything, including his shorts. When I 
found myself staring directly at his sweet balls, hardly six inches in front 
of my face, I began trembling violently. Immediately I thought of the 
wonderful load of sperm he was carrying there. I had to stand up and rush 
back to the easel before I lost control of myself and started fondling those 
sweet balls. After I sat down on the high stool I use for painting, hiding 
my flushed face from Richard and the model, I tried to control my flaming 
emotions. 

I heard a gasp, and peered around the edge of the canvas. Then it was my 
turn to gasp. 

The young model also had seen the swinging balls of my son-although she did 
not know it was my son-she had been unable to control her emotions as well 
as I. Apparently she was strongly oriented orally ... one of those girls you 
hear about occasionally that, once they see a prick, can't control 
themselves. In any event, what I saw was that she had thrown open my son's 
robe and was eagerly sucking on the head of his huge cock. I could hear the 
slurping, gurgling sounds she was making. She had my son's balls in one 
hand, and on her knees before him, was greedily sucking his cock, her golden 
hair flying around her face as she bobbed back and forth. 

Still sitting on my stool, I became so intensely aroused, I could not take 
my eyes off her stretched lips and the way she was hungrily sucking him. I 
heard my son sigh heavily, and glanced quickly at his face. His eyes were 
closed, his head thrown back, and he was arching his cock toward her mouth 
eagerly. 

That did it. 

I forgot he was my son ... that I was his mother ... that it was a stranger 
sucking his cock ... a golden-haired girl I had never seen before this 
afternoon. All I could think of was Richard's huge cock being sucked by her. 
My emotions flared ... my pussy soaking ... my tits swelling into hardness. 
Without giving a thought to what I was doing, I ripped my painting smock 
open and hiked my dress to my waist. With a sharp tug, I ripped the skimpy 
panties from my hips and threw my thighs wide apart, digging my fingers into 
my extremely sensitive and twitching cunt. 

"Move your hair!" I screamed. "Hold your hair away from your face ... let me 
watch you ... let me see you suck his cock! Ohhh ... let me see you ... suck 
him! 

Ohhh, God ... Ohhh...." 

At the sound of my voice, my son opened his eyes and looked at me. A wide 
grin came over his face and he stared right at my thrusting fingers, 
watching me finger fuck myself while the girl gobbled hungrily at his prick. 
She must have heard me, too, because she lifted a hand and brushed her long 
blonde hair away from her face, hooking it behind her ear. Now I could see 
the way her mouth was filled until her cheeks were ballooning out, the way 
her red lips stretched tightly around my son's prick. I didn't care if my 
son was grinning at the way I was so unashamedly finger fucking myself 
before him ... all that mattered to me was that I achieved a release while 
watching him get his blow job. 

"I'm gonna come!" Richard gasped, clutching the back of the girl's head. And 
he did, too. 

I saw the girl's throat work furiously, trying to contain all that he 
offered her, but although she struggled mightily, some of the thick white 
come escaped her tightly sucking lips and ran over the shaft of his cock. 
She continued sucking hard until there was no more to be had, then she 
lifted her face away and looked up at my son, her expression was one of pure 
lust and adoration. 

"Wonderful ... simply wonderful," she sighed softly, fondling his now limp 
cock gently. "Can you do it again? I would dearly love to have it shoved up 
my cunt ... try ... try to get hard again, please ... please...." 

My senses returned, and I jerked my fingers from my dripping pussy and 
covered myself. But there wasn't much use in that now. I had already been 
exposed to my son and the girl. Of course, the mood of painting was gone. 

The girl left-at my insistence. 

I didn't look at my son the rest of the afternoon. I was ashamed to ... but 
he trailed me about the house, not saying anything, but finding excuses to 
brush against me ... against my buttocks ... my tits. When a few of his 
friends came along and wanted him to go play football on the beach, he 
refused, saying he was posing. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a tense atmosphere. I was agitated 
and very nervous. Richard wandered about the house, but never far from me. 
Then, just before dinner, we ran into each other in the hallway. I was just 
coming out of my bedroom and he was coming down the hall. I bumped against 
him ... and the next thing I knew, I had my arms right around him, pressing 
my body against his and moaning. My son hugged me tight, and my tits crushed 
at his chest. I shoved my lips to his and before the kiss was over, I had 
thrust my tongue deeply into his mouth. I didn't know how mcuh experience he 
had with girls, but when my tongue went into his mouth, he started sucking 
on it hard. I felt his cock stand up strong and firm against my stomach, and 
right away I started feeling the sensations of pleasure down there. 

After the kiss was over, we stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, 
then, without a word, we went into my bedroom. Richard sat on the edge of my 
bed, and I went to my knees before him. I lay my head down in his lap, 
feeling the young power of his throbbingly hard prick press against my 
cheek. I wrapped my hands around his hips and held him tight. He stroked the 
top of my head ... and I started crying. 

"Don't cry, Mom," he said gently. "It couldn't be helped ... you know that. 
It was bound to happen sooner or later. You know it was." 

"But it's so wrong, Richard," I told him. "It's incest ... that's what it 
is! Oh, God, darling ... darling ... I can't help it ... I just can't help 
myself." 

"I know, Mom ... I've seen you," he confessed then. "I've seen you finger 
yourself many times. I know what you've been doing ... with what I leave for 
you." 

Then, while I kept my cheek pressed against his throbbing hard cock, my son 
told me of everything ... how he had jacked off and left his come for me ... 
of watching me wipe it up and lick it off my fingers ... how he would watch 
me then finger fuck myself ... and that he had wanted for a very long time 
to come to me ... come to me and let me suck his come out and swallow it. 

I was trembling with shame by this time, and he continued stroking the top 
of my head while he spoke. He undid the bun at the back of my head and let 
my hair down. 

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Mom," he said, running his fingers 
through my hair. "I've wanted to stick my prick up your cunt for months." 

I lifted my head and stared up at him, his face blurry through my tears. 

"Oh God! What's happening ... what's wrong with us, Richard?" 

"You want me, don't you, Mom? You want my cock, don't you?" 

"Oh God! I uo ... I do want it so terribly ... I can't control myself, son! 
I've seen you jack off ... I've seen you squirt that sweet come out ... 
wasted it ... and all the time it could have gone into me ... into my pussy 
... into my mouth ... up my ass! Wherever you want to put it! Oh, it's so 
wrong ... so terribly wrong for us ... for us to feel this way." 

My son fell silent then, but he continued running his fingers through my 
hair. Tears were running down my cheeks, getting his pants moist, and that 
glorious ... beautiful ... delicious ... hard young cock throbbed harder 
than ever against my cheek. I hardly knew that I was moving my face over the 
warm bulge, loving it with my cheek. I hardly knew that my hands were 
clasping at my son's concealed ass ... clawing at the cheeks ... petting 
them ... caressing and feeling them. My senses were inflamed ... all thought 
gone ... except that I was feeling his prick against my cheek. 

"Did ... did you like that ... what the model did to you this afternoon, 
son?" I spoke in a soft, shy voice, remembering the way her lips had 
stretched so deliriously over his firm prick. "Was it good? Did she do it 
good for you? Was she real good, son?" 

"Yes, Mom," he said. "It was good." 

I shivered then, and without thinking about what I was doing-afraid I would 
stop if I did-I pulled my right hand around his hip and lifted my head 
slightly. I placed my palm down on top of his pulsating cock nestled just 
beneath his pants, cupping it lovingly, then lay my face down on top of my 
hand. Richard sighed, his hand tightening on the back of my head. I squeezed 
his prick then, and felt it jerk with excitement. 

There was no turning back now. Every nerve ... every sensation ... flooded 
my body. This was what I wanted, wrong or not. I lifted my head and, still 
on my knees before him, I pulled the zipper of his pants. Richard stared 
down at my hand as I wormed the fingers into his fly, searching ... 
exploring ... and finally, oh, God! ... there it was! I had my fingers on 
his smooth, hard cock! My breath caught in my throat as I held the tip of 
his prick just behind the ridge of the head, pulling ... pulling ... and 
there it was! 

I gasped, gazing down at my son's throbbing, ever so huge prick. It was as 
though I were seeing it for the first time ... and it was so close to me ... 
al most touching my nose. I looked at it for a long moment, still holding my 
two fingers close to the swollen, bulging head. Then I lifted my face and 
gazed into my son's eyes. His expression was one of intense excitement. His 
lips hung slack ... his nostrils flaring ... his eyes glassy ... and his 
sweet, wonderful cock pulsating and dripping that slippery fluid from the 
inflamed slit in the center of his cock head. 

I didn't want my son like this. I mean ... now that the two of us were out 
of control ... manipulated like puppets on a string, I wanted him naked. I 
wanted to see every inch of his big, muscular body. I wanted to see his 
pubic hair ... his heavy balls ... that upright cock in all its naked 
beauty. 

With trembling-but anxious-hands, I unbuckled his belt and the top button on 
his pants. When I started this, Richard removed his shirt, then lifted his 
ass slightly. I pulled his pants and shorts down to his feet, then removed 
them completely. Richard opened his knees then, and still without saying a 
word, I looked longingly at what I now had exposed to my lusting eyes. My 
son placed his hands on the bed, leaning back. The movement caused his cock 
to arch up slightly, and my nerves twitched maddeningly as the tip of his 
prick touched the end of my nose, leaving a smeary mess of his fluids there. 

With feverish hands, I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his 
enormous cock and started to stroke it gently. Up and down ... up and down 
... thrilling to the young power there. My left hand slipped beneath his 
hairy balls and I hefted them, weighing them. Soon, my right hand was 
jacking him swiftly, moving all the way down to his hairy crotch, only to 
jerk upwards until I had the smooth, swollen head in the palm of my hand. My 
left hand cupped his balls, squeezed them gently, then harder, pulling and 
tugging at them. Richard moaned slightly, but it wasn't a moan of pain ... 
it was a moan of delicious pleasure. 

"I ... I'm going to do it, son," I said, unable to hold myself back any 
longer. "I've got to do it ... I've got to kiss this wonderful prick of 
yours! Please ... please, don't accuse me! Oh God ... don't hate your 
mother, Richard." 

"I won't ... I won't, Mom," he whispered back at me, his voice thick. "Just 
... just do it to me!" 

With one last swift jerk of my fist on his cock, I held my hand-down against 
his crotch, keeping a firm grip on the base. Then, with my left hand hanging 
onto his balls as if my life depended on it, I leaned my face down, then 
pressed my pursed lips directly on the tip of his oozing prick. I kissed it 
... kissed the tip of my son's cock with a moist, loud, suctioning kiss! 

Immediatly, my brain flamed into a roaring inferno ... an inferno of intense 
passion. Holding my lips on the tip of his cock, I moved my tongue out until 
I had the tip pressing at the small slit there. I could feel the heat of his 
prick and had the strangest sensation that the cock head had seared the 
taste buds from my tongue. Of course, that was nonsense, because I could 
taste all that slippery juice ... could taste the delicate essence of his 
prick ... of the thing I had gone without for so long. 

Now, as I mentioned before, I have never been strongly oriented to the joys 
of oral sex. But this had been coming on me for weeks ... and I wanted to 
suck his cock then more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life. 

I opened my lips then, but did not take the head of his cock into my mouth. 
Instead, I swirled the tip of my tongue around it, licking the smooth 
surface of it. I felt my son tremble as I licked his cock head. I worked my 
tongue all around it, even down on the ridge. Then, using the flat surface 
of my tongue, I again went round and round the head of his prick. I was 
breathing noisily by now, and my pussy was quivering as if I would 
experience an orgasm at any time. I was seeping juices so copiously that I 
could feel the crotch of my panties soaked, and some of the mess ran down 
the insides of my thighs. 

I lifted my head then, and gazed again at my son's cock. The only moisture 
left on the head was my saliva now. I held his firm prick for a moment, then 
jacked my fist up it. When I had the head in my palm, I pressed it against 
his rippling stomach, holding it flat. The huge tube on the under surface 
pulsated like a tiny heart beat. Then, using the flat surface of my tongue 
again, I pressed it against the base of his cock, almost on his balls. I 
licked the entire surface of my son's cock then, worming my tongue from one 
end to the other until I had tasted every throbbing inch of it. By this time 
I could stand it no longer. 

I let his cock stand upwards once more, and gripping it at the base, parted 
my lips as wide as I could. I closed them over the sensitive head of his 
cock and created as much suction as I possibly could, my tongue flitted here 
and there. I sucked up and down on the head of his prick for a few moments, 
then started sliding my mouth down as far as I could. I caused my cheeks to 
sink inward so my mouth be tight and warm and moist for him. I felt the 
smooth cock head slip over the roof of my mouth, then it was at the entrance 
of my throat. 

That was a far as I could go. 

Half my son's young cock was buried now inside my mouth, and my lips felt so 
stretched, I was certain they would never be normal again. Finding I could 
take no more of his wonderful prick into my mouth, I started sucking him 
then. I moved my lips up and down slowly at first, letting myself get used 
to the hugeness there. Now that I had his cock in my mouth, there was no 
reason to hold it, so I pulled my right hand from the base and slipped it 
down under his balls until I was clutching one of his ass-cheeks. My face 
started bobbing up and down swifter ... sucking harder ... tongue flying. 

I was gurgling, I know. I could hear myself making slurping sounds on his 
prick. Richard, too, was almost out of his mind with the pleasure I was 
giving him. His naked ass began to squirm on the bed, writhing against my 
hand. He started pumping his cock up and down, fucking into my mouth as I 
sucked him off. 

I'm sure it was because the two of us were so excited by this first blow job 
I gave him. Anyway, whatever the cause, it did not last long. It seemed that 
his cock actually became larger still between my lips, and then I was 
receiving the thing I had been getting second-hand for weeks. I felt the 
first gush of his come squirt from the head of his cock when it was pressing 
at the entrance of my throat. Not wanting to lose the taste of his fresh, 
young come this first time, I quickly sucked upwards until I had the tip 
only in my mouth. I licked my tongue in hot, swirling circles around the 
gushing tip, finally fluttering it across the spewing slit. The taste of his 
thick white come created such an intense passion in me, I also went into a 
convulsive orgasm at the almost exact instant my son was coming in my mouth. 
I swallowed quickly, preparing my mouth for the next squirt. I was moaning 
and whimpering insanely as I drank and sucked and licked and swallowed his 
delicious tasting come. I continued to suck on his cock until he could shoot 
no more ... I had taken his full load into my mouth and down into my 
quivering stomach. 

Richard slumped backward in exhaustion, his cock still in my mouth. I lay my 
head down on his thigh, but not turning loose of that delicious prick. I 
don't know how long we lay that way, but I finally became aware that I was 
holding a limp prick between my lips. I gave him one last lick with my 
tongue, one last suck with my mouth, then lifted away. 

Although I had experienced a tremendous orgasm, my pussy was still squirming 
and quivering in heat. Richard, on his back, had his eyes closed and his 
naked chest was heaving up and down tiredly. Knowing we had already gone too 
far to turn back, I quickly lifted my skirt and slipped my soaked panties 
off. I crawled up on the bed with him, then with my thighs spread widely 
apart, I squatted down with my naked ass on my heels. Keeping my skirt 
around my waist, I gazed at the limp cock of my son and began to finger fuck 
my excited cunt furiously. Maybe it was the rocking motion of the bed, I 
don't know. Anyway, Richard opened his eyes and saw me wildly finger fucking 
myself. He stared for a long time at my hair--rimmed pussy, at the plunging 
fingers going in and out of it. 

"Want me to do that for you, Mom?" he asked in a gentle voice. 

Without missing a stroke in my cunt, I looked into his staring eyes. I was 
completely unashamed in my finger fucking ... totally wanton ... not caring 
that my son was staring between my thighs at my exposed cunt ... at the 
manner in which I was stimulating myself. After all, by his confession, 
Richard had already seen me masturbating previously ... and he had seen me 
do so while the young model sucked his cock off. 

Without waiting for me to answer him, my son reached out one hand and began 
to finger my pulsating, extremely sensitive clitoris that was exposed 
between the lips of my cunt. At the touch of his fingers on my pussy, I 
thought I was going to cream again. I arched my crotch forward, plunging two 
fingers up my snatch while my son rubbed and pinched my clitoris. But I 
wanted more ... much more than this finger fuck. 

"Son ... son, have you ever ... ever used your mouth on a girl?" I asked him 
in a voice I didn't recognize. "Have you ever ate a girl's cunt? Have you 
ever tasted a pussy? Ohhh ... please, son ... darling son ... kiss my cunt 
... kiss your mother's boiling pussy for her ... eat it ... lick my twat ... 
suck my goddamn mother fucking ... steaming ... hungry ... greedy cunt!" 

Without hesitation, my son nodded his head. I scrambled around on the bed 
until I was lying on my back, my naked ass hunching up and down as if I was 
getting myself fucked. Richard jumped around on the bed until he was lying 
between my widely spread thighs, his face close to my hairy pussy. He looked 
at it for just a moment, then shoved his face forward. His tongue flew out 
and began to tickle my inflamed clitoris. He sucked the thing between his 
lips and nibbled on it, his tongue fluttering around the sensitive tip. I 
was flowing excitedly again, and when he moved his mouth downward, licking 
at my quivering cunt lips, he didn't mind the juice at all. Richard licked 
every bit of the slick juice from my pussy, then he ran his tongue over the 
inner surfaces of my thighs, cleaning them too. 

He returned to my heated cunt then, and slipping his hands around my hips, 
he clutched my ass-cheeks in his hands and started licking hungrily at my 
twat. His tongue touched every nook and cranny of my pussy, creating such 
intense pleasures in me that I was being driven out of my mind. 

"Tongue me, darling," I whimpered to him, rolling and twisting my ass 
against his hands. "Tongue fuck my cunt ... lick it nicely ... suck me off 
... the way I sucked your prick off! Eat my snatch ... chew the hot fucking 
slit ... suck your mother's steaming pussy ... tongue fuck the hole. ... 
Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... wonderful ... delicious ... so good ... ohhh ... yes ... 
yes----" 

Richard buried his tongue into my pussy, thrusting it in and out while he 
created a wonderful sucking on the cunt lips. His nose was pressed hard 
against my sensitive clitoris, and his face was surrounded by the thick 
black hair of my cunt. His fingers dug between the cheeks of my ass, probing 
at the constricted hole there. His eyes gazed, glassily, up at mine. I 
gripped the back of his head and held his sucking, licking face tightly into 
my twat. I lifted my ass and opened my thighs wider yet, grinding my cunt 
into his face. Every nerve of my body seemed to be on fire ... raw ... 
nervy. I started gyrating my crotch at his tongue and lips, and then my 
pussy began to-of its own volition-clip and nip at his fucking tongue ... as 
though it was sucking his tongue as he plunged it in and out of my body. 
Moist slurping sounds came from him, and I was reminded, of all things, of a 
cat lapping up milk. 

"Ohhh, you darling...." I whimpered, rocking my cunt against his face. "You 
sweet ... sweet darling! Suck it, darling ... suck your mother's cunt! 
Tongue fuck your mother's cunt! Ohhh ... such a sweet pussy eater ... such a 
wonderful cunt licker ... eat ... eat ... eat me!" 

Richard stabbed time and again into my pussy, swirling his tongue against 
the slippery walls of my cunt, only to withdraw and lick it over my 
pulsating clitoris deliciously. I began to have tiny, explosive orgasms 
then. They came one after another, and my son's face was getting slippery 
with the seeping fluids. And then ... then, with his tongue buried deeply 
inside my cunt, I had the strongest, most tremendous climax in my life. My 
pussy clutched and clasped at his tongue, sucking on it as he tongue fucked 
me to completion. Finally, I could come no more. My ass fell back to the bed 
as Richard withdrew his tongue from my exhausted pussy. He raised up on his 
knees and grinned down at me, his face quite messy. He reached out and 
petting my cunt gently, then slumped down beside me. 

The next morning I woke up and Richard was still there at my side, sleeping 
soundly. I watched him for a moment, my heart filled with love for this big 
son of mine. He was still naked, and when I looked down his body, I saw that 
his cock was standing up hard and stiff. I couldn't resist leaning down over 
him and kissing that swollen cock head. 

He stirred and opened his eyes, smiling at me. 

"Good morning, Mom," he said sleepily. 

"You have a beautiful hard on this morning, darling," I told him, wrapping 
my fingers around it and jacking him slowly. "Do you often wake up with such 
a big prick?" 

"Most of the time," he grinned. 

"And I suppose you've been jacking it off, haven't you?" I grinned back at 
him. Neither of us were shy now, speaking openly, using the words without 
the heat of passion. 

"Sometimes," he replied. 

"Well ... that will stop now, won't it?" 

"That depends." 

"On what?" 

"On you, naturally." 

"Oh?" I asked quizzically, arching my eyebrows and licking my lips 
suggestively. "I suppose, after last night, you'll come waving this cock to 
me every morning, huh?" 

"Only if it's hard, Mom." 

"Suppose I refuse to suck it? " I teased. 

"You won't," Richard said. "And if you do, well, I guess I'll have to start 
jacking off again ... but I won't leave my come around for you to lick up, 
either!" 

"Are you sure, darling," I whispered, stroking his beautiful cock. "If I 
refused to suck you off ... would you really go back to jacking off? Or 
would you ... would you do something else? I mean ... would you stick it in 
me anyway?" 

"Force you to suck me off? No, Mom ... I wouldn't do that." 

I was disappointed in his answer. I wouldn't have minded a damn bit if he 
forced me to suck his cock. I believe I would have liked it, which proved to 
be the case about a week later. 

"Well ... in that case," I flipped his cock playfully, "I guess I'll just 
leave you here with this hard on and go fix us some breakfast." 

I started to crawl off the bed, but Richard grabbed me suddenly and pulled 
me back, wrestling me down beneath him. We tickled each other in the ribs, 
horsing around as we had never done before. Giggling and laughing, we 
grabbed at each other-me, at his cock and balls, my son at my pantiless cunt 
and ass-rolling around the bed like a couple of children. I don't know how 
it happened, but I found myself totally before my son for the first time. My 
tits thrust up against his face, and he was suddenly sucking and licking my 
nipples, his finger plunging in and out of my pussy. I had hold of his cock 
and was jacking him off swiftly. 

"Let's fuck," Richard said, lifting his mouth from my tit. 

"Why, darling," I said in mock shock. "That would make you a mother fucker, 
don't you know that?" 

"So what?" he said, pinching my clitoris. "A mother fucker isn't such a bad 
thing ... not if the mother is you. Besides, I'm already a mother licker ... 
a mother cunt licker ... so what's wrong with fucking your pussy, too?" 

"Not a fucking thing!" I exclaimed, pulling my son between my thighs. "Not a 
fucking thing, darling ... you just go right ahead and fuck mother's tight 
hairy pussy! Fuck it all you want ... stab that sweet cock up my twat, 
Richard!" 

I guided my son's prick to the lips of my pussy, and he arched his hips 
forward, then my cunt lips stretched around his cock and my son was fucking 
me. 

"I'll fuck you, Mom," he said, thrusting his big prick all the way into my 
tight pussy. "I'll ream your hairy cunt good ... I'll fuck your snatch until 
you scream for me to stop ... I'll shoot my load of come in your pussy ... 
fill you full of my come ... so full it'll come out of your cock sucking 
mouth!" 

"Yes ... yes," I cried, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his humping 
ass, driving my pussy up and down in matching strokes with his hard cock. 
"Fuck me, you mother fucker! Fuck your mother's cunt ... ohhhh, yes ... 
stretch my hot pussy ... fill it ... come in my twat ... come in mother's 
cunt ... make it come out my mouth ... my cock sucking mouth....Ohhhh, fuck 
... fuck ... fuck rne! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck my cunt, you darling ... my 
darling baby ... fuck me good ... good ... good...." 

And so, my fourteen-year-old son fucked me. 

He shot his load into my pussy. 

I came right with him. 

We both came together. 

He flooded my pussy with his frothy, thick come ... and I coated his cock 
with my juice. 

We no longer slept in separate bedrooms, but stayed with each other after 
that first night. I lost interest in my painting, my thoughts on nothing but 
my son's lovely and delicious cock. He continued to fuck me now and then, 
but we found that our pleasures were mostly oral. Of course, Richard no 
longer jacked off as before. When he had a hard on, I would take his cock 
out and suck him off, or he would fuck me. But, as I said, we preferred to 
suck and lick each other to orgasm over fucking. 

Then, for some reason about a week later, I was overcome with guilt. I began 
to worry about what we were doing, and decided to put a stop to it. The only 
thing was, I had counted on my son's cooperation in putting a halt to our 
sexual antics. 

I was in the kitchen preparing our dinner one evening when Richard came in. 
He had been out playing with his friends on the beach, and he was wearing 
trunks, as usual. Immediately I noticed the enormous bulge of his cock, 
indicating he was up hard and ready. 

But I was resolved to put an end to this incestuous wickedness. 

"No, Richard," I said when he came up and started feeling of my ass beneath 
my skirt. "I've decided it's wrong for us to continue like this. You've got 
to find you a little girl ... one your own age who will suck you off, or let 
you fuck her." 

"Hey ... what is this shit?" he said. 

"That's right, dear ... no more fucking and sucking your mother." 

"But...." 

"You just do as I say," I said, trying hard to keep my eyes off his 
concealed cock. "Find you a little girl." 

"But, Mom ... all the girls around here won't fuck ... or suck, either. I've 
already tried them." 

"Then try harder ... or look someplace else. I refuse to suck your cock off 
any more. And ... you won't get your mouth on my pussy again, either. If I 
get too aroused, why I'll ... I'll finger fuck myself. Either that or go out 
and find me a man." 

I was startled when Richard grabbed me by the shoulders and whirled me 
around to face him. His face was a mask of confusion and hurt. I wanted to 
wrap him up in my arms and hug him against my tits, but knew that if I did 
this, the next thing I would be doing would be sucking his prick off. 

Richard looked at me for a long time, his fingers squeezing painfully into 
my shoulders. 

"Goddamn it!" he shouted. "I've got a hard on, Mom, and you're going to suck 
me off. No, don't argue ... you'll do it." 

He started pressing me down. My knees grew weak and I was unable to resist 
the pressure he was putting on my shoulders. I sunk to the floor, on my 
knees before him. When he realized I wouldn't move, my son then dropped his 
swim trunks and exposed his thick, hard cock to me. 

"Now," he said, taking the strands of my hair into his fingers and pulling 
them hard, hurting me until I winced with the pain. "You know you like to 
suck my cock, Mom ... you know you're a cock sucker from the word go. You 
can't stop yourself from sucking me, can you? Answer me ... can you?" 

He tugged my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. I looked up at him, pleading 
silently, but it was no good. My mouth was watering already, and it seemed 
as if I could taste his come in my throat then and there. He pulled my face 
against his cock, brushing it back and forth over my lips, nose and eyes. My 
tits swelled until I thought they would burst from the pressure. 

"Goddamn you," he hissed down at me, his eyes blazing in mixed passion and 
cruelty. "I said answer me? You can't stop yourself from sucking my cock, 
can you, you fucking cock sucker?" 

"Ohhh, don't ... don't, darling," I whimpered, knowing I couldn't stop now 
... I was lost ... lost to this wicked hold his beautiful cock had on me. I 
could feel the moisture soaking the crotch of my panties already, too. 
"Please ... please, baby ... don't make me suck you ... it's wrong ... 
wicked ... sinful. I won't...." 

"You will!" 

"I won't!" 

"Suck!" 

"No!" 

And then my son was fucking me in my mouth. 

He was right, of course. I couldn't keep myself from taking his huge cock 
between my lips and sucking hungrily on it. I wanted his sperm ... I wanted 
it to scald my throat ... to warm my stomach. 

He held the back of my head tightly in his hands, not letting me move my 
lips on his prick, but working his hips back and forth, fucking me that way. 
I had to clutch his hips to keep from falling, and before I knew it, I was 
clasping his ass-cheeks hard, sucking furiously as he fucked in and out of 
my mouth. I began to experience explosive orgasms in my pussy while he did 
this to me, and each one was more powerful than the last. My throat 
constricted as he plunged the smooth, swollen head against it, but my tongue 
flew every place, my cheeks making a tight, moist pussy for his ramming, 
throbbing cock. 

That's right ... my mouth became my pussy for his cock. 

He thrust deeper and deeper into my lips and mouth, and then I felt the head 
slip past my resisting throat, and his wiry hairs tickled my nose. This was 
as deep as my son's cock had ever entered my mouth, and I found myself 
struggling to breathe. Yet, the sensations of having him fuck my mouth so 
deeply overcame my breathless state, and I was gobbling insanely at him now. 
We were staring into each other's faces ... me on my knees, sucking him 
swiftly, my son plunging his cock into my mouth. Both of us knew then that 
we would never be able to stop this ... never again would be able to leave 
each other alone. 

Richard fucked and fucked my mouth, his hairy balls slapping against my 
chin. I was so excited by being forced to suck him ... by having my mouth 
utilized as a pussy, I wouldn't have stopped then no matter what. It was the 
first time he had fucked me this way, and I was thrilled senseless. 

"I'm ready to come, Mom!" my son shouted. "Get ready to take the load. ... 
Ohhh ... suck ... fuck ... eat my prick, Mom. ... Ohhh ... I'm coming ... 
coming ... coming...." 

And my son spurted his hot, scalding come juice into my mouth. My throat 
worked quickly and fluidly, not wasting a drop of his precious, ever so 
delicious come. If a girl's throat could become pregnant, I'm sure I would 
have done so then. My son came more than he ever had before, but I took 
every dripping drop of it. And exploded all over myself. It seemed as if 
every nerve of my being was one huge orgasm ... and I was coming and pissing 
my panties at the same time. I know that sounds crazy, but I was ... I was 
pissing in my panties at the same time I was coming. 

When he finished ejaculating into my mouth, Richard let me go. I was so weak 
by this time, I fell to the kitchen floor, wallowing in the puddle of 
cooling piss, my skirt hiked around my waist and hips jerking 
uncontrollably. My son gazed down at my soaked panties and giggled 
foolishly, seeing the piss dribble from me. 

"I told you, Mom!" he said gleefully. "I told you, you couldn't stop now." 
He was right. 

A few days after that incident, I found myself using my mouth on one of his 
young friends. 

Of course, Richard continued sleeping with me, and I continued sucking him 
off each day and night. It seemed as though his cock and balls never 
emptied, but were always full of that wonderful come juice. We no longer 
fucked, but licked and sucked each other exclusively. My son thought it was 
great fun to watch me climax when he shot off into my mouth. 

He would lie on his back in the bed, and I would be at his side, both of us 
naked. I would have my feet toward the head of the bed, and twisting my body 
around so I could suck him, my son would hold my thighs apart and lay his 
cheek on one, gazing into my hair-lined cunt while I sucked him off. His 
face would be very close to my pussy, and he always giggled when he started 
squirting into my mouth and watching my cunt lips convulse in orgasm. He 
seldom touched my pussy during those times, but he would lick and tongue 
fuck me later on. 

But, getting back to when I found myself giving one of his young friends a 
blow job. Richard was out on the beach playing football, and one of them 
came in the house for a drink of water. This wasn't unusual because they 
usually did this. Only this time, after he had his water, the boy stood 
there looking at me with a funny expression on his face. 

Maybe I was feeling somewhat aroused, I don't know. Anyway, I looked at the 
front of his trunks and noticed the outline of his cock there. Naturally, 
the young boy saw where I was looking. A smile--more of a leercame over his 
face then. 

"Want some?" he said, not at all bashful. 

"What?" His words startled me. 

"Want some of my cock?" 

"Why ... why, you...." 

"Oh, come off it ... you want some cock ... it's all over your face." 

Suddenly, insane as it was, I thought that if I would take this kid and suck 
him off, then maybe ... just maybe, it would still the hunger in me for my 
own son. 

"Come here," I told the boy. 

He walked toward me, and when he was standing in front of me, I reached out 
and felt his prick. It swelled up in my hand, and I dropped to my knees in 
front of him. Without taking his trunks down, I lifted one leg slit and 
reached inside and pulled his prick out that way. It wasn't as huge, nor as 
beautiful, as my son's cock, but it would do nicely. So, while his cock was 
sticking out of the leg of his trunks, I leaned forward and started sucking 
it. The boy didn't touch me in any way, just stood there and trembled while 
I sucked him off. His cock, being so much smaller than my son's, easily slid 
down my throat and I sucked all of it. When he came, his juice wasn't as 
thick nor as tasty as my son's, yet it was good just the same. I didn't 
experience an orgasm, either, the way I would do when my son came off in my 
mouth. 

After the boy left me and was gone about fifteen minutes, another boy came 
in the house. And the whole thing happened again. At the time I didn't think 
very much about it, just a momentary flicker that I was the recepticle of 
those boys throughout the afternoon. That is ... my mouth was the recepticle 
of their cocks and full loads. Maybe I was numb, stunned or something ... 
all I knew was that at fifteen minute intervals, I found myself sucking off 
a different boy. I went through about six of them that afternoon, and my 
jaws were aching from being held wide open so much. My belly felt laden with 
warm sperm from those six cocks, yet for some strange reason, I was happy, 
too. 

That evening, after dinner, I found out the reason for the sudden 
aggressiveness of those young kids. 

"Did you enjoy all those cocks, Mom?" my son said after we had eaten. 

"How ... how did you know?" 

"I told them, of course." 

"What ... you told them? Richard, how could...." 

"Oh, come off it, Mom," he laughed at me. "You're a natural born cock sucker 
... you've proved that time and again with me. I figured you might like a 
little variety. You know ... a different cock now and then." 

We were in the living room when he told me this. I was shocked and shamed by 
him telling those kids about us ... yet I was thrilled at the same time. 
Suddenly, I started laughing about it, and my son laughed with me. 

"You see," he said. "Now you can suck all the cock you want. I can have you 
all to myself. I don't want you going out and finding some man, Mom. I don't 
want you bringing some guy home and saying he's my new father. I figured if 
I could get the guys in here, and you sucking them off, you'd have enough 
variety to be happy with me." 

"Oh, you sweet darling, you," I said, hugging him tight. I kissed him all 
over his face, licking his cheeks and ears and eyes and nose and lips. "You 
do love your mother, don't you? You aren't ashamed of me ... of what we've 
been doing. Okay ... I won't be ashamed of it either." 

"That's the attitude, Mom," my son said happily. "Now ... let's get naked 
and have some fun ... some cunt and cock sucking fun!" 

With happy laughter and much horseplay, my son and I soon became naked. It 
was the first time we had licked and sucked each other at the same time. I 
mean ... my son sucked my cunt and I sucked his cock at the same time. 

He lay on the floor with his big, beautiful prick standing up in the air, 
and I straddled his face, gazing down at the thick prick fondly. My son 
looked up between my thighs at my pussy, then I squatted down over his face, 
lowering my pussy to his waiting mouth. Once my cunt lips touched his face, 
my son started tongue fucking me furiously, his hands clasping my ass-cheeks 
and pulling them wide apart, only to squeeze them together again. I leaned 
over and, holding myself up with my arms, took as much of his firm, young 
cock as possible into my mouth. Still, I could hardly get all of it down my 
throat. I lifted his balls with one hand and washed them over my nose, 
inhaling the fine, delicate odor of his crotch as I sucked and licked his 
prick. I was so excited I couldn't keep from squirming my dripping cunt down 
on his face, rubbing it up and down as he licked and sucked at it. We both 
exploded into a wild orgasm at the exact instant. He flooded my mouth with 
so much come, I was unable to accept it all. The white juice escaped my lips 
and ran down the sides of his cock, down onto his hairy, heavy balls. I 
could hear him struggling to breathe as I crushed my convulsing pussy 
tightly to his face. After I had swallowed as much of his come as I could 
and his cock went soft in my mouth, I let it flop out and, with the tip of 
my tongue, I licked up the still warm juice that had dropped from my mouth. 

The following day, instead of football, I noticed the kids and my son 
sitting on the beach, their heads close together as if discussing some 
secret. In a few minutes, two of the boys walked into the house. Of course, 
I had sucked them off the day before, and they knew about it. There was no 
pretense on my part-nor theirs. 

They came directly to me and immediately exposed those two pricks to me. I 
started playing with them, and soon had them up nice and hard. They stood in 
front of me and I moved my mouth from one to the other, sucking and licking 
at each, but not staying long enough on one cock to make it come off. It was 
a game I was playing with them ... trying to see which cock would ejaculate 
first into my mouth. Finally, one of them did. 

I had just pulled my lips away when it started squirting. The first spurt 
struck my cheek just as I turned my head away to suck on the other one. 
Quickly, I went back to the gushing cock and wrapped my lips around it 
tightly, swallowing the remainder of his come. Then I started on the other 
boy, sucking him until he, too, spurted his warm juice down my throat. 

The boys came to me two at a time until I had sucked all of them off, and 
then it was my son's turn. He came in alone, and by now I was tremendously 
excited. He knew how I felt after taking the full loads of his friends, and 
instead of insisting that I suck him off right away, the sweet boy pulled 
the crotch of my soaked panties aside and tongue fucked me deliciously to a 
wonderful orgasm. Then he let me suck him off. 

All that I've told you has been going on now for almost six months. I suck 
those kid's cocks every damn day ... and having the time of my life. I have 
them during the afternoons, and I have my son in the mornings and at night. 

It's very strange, though, that none of the kids have ever licked my pussy. 
Not a one has ever asked to even see my cunt ... nor have any of them 
requested to fuck me. I'll have to ask my son about that some day. I 
wouldn't mind at all if they fucked me, either. I think it would be quite a 
lot of fun to get myself gang fucked by those kids ... one after the other. 
What would make it even better would be for my son to let me suck his sweet 
prick all the time I was getting fucked by his friends. 

That's something to think about, isn't it? 

This woman, as I mentioned previous, is quite attractive and would have no 
difficulty in finding a sexual partner her own age, yet she prefers to 
fellate the young boys-the friends of her son. 

As the reader has probably noticed, this mother has not indulged her oral 
desire with her son in the company of the other youths. There was no 
explanation as to why this has not come about, but it is my belief that this 
will eventually happen. Especially with her last remarks about enjoying 
copulation with them while she fellates her son. 

She went into analysis, not because of guilt, but because she had heard that 
analysis would assist in her emotional turmoil to accept her activities with 
a better frame of mind. There is a strong indication that her son has had 
homosexual tendencies as evidenced by his willingness to share his mother's 
fellating activities with other boys. It is quite possible, if this mother 
realizes her desire for a mass-copulation, that her son will understand his 
homosexuality and become active with one, if not more, of the boys. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The following case-as in many incestual relations-involves a homosexual son 
of fifteen years of age. He thoroughly enjoys fellatio ... and his father is 
the object of his oral desires. Rod, as we shall call this son, is not the 
only orally oriented off-spring of this family. His father, a tall, handsome 
man in his forties, is strongly oral, too, but his desire is to lick and 
kiss the buttocks, not only of his son, but of his thirteen-year-old 
daughter also. 

This girl, Stella, has a tendency to gain weight, but also loses it just as 
fast. She cannot be considered attractive, but is pretty in a plump way. 
Stella, although she has not yet started having periods, is quite sexual. 
But somewhere along the road to puberty, she developed a strong liking for 
male testicles ... her passion being to lick and suck the sac and, according 
to her, she enjoys orgasm while doing so. 

The father, who tells of the incestual activities, is a well-to-do physician 
who enjoys a lucrative practice. He, like many who have become involved in 
relations with his own children, is out-spoken on the subject. He is an 
advocate of incest, saying, "Keep it in the family. That's the place to 
teach the kids about sex ... and keep them off of the streets and out of 
trouble." 

His philosophy about life, and sex, appears to be the answer to his remarks, 
at least with his own children. Neither of them have ever been in trouble 
and are outstanding students. 

Again, we have a first person account. 

Stella is still a virgin, you know. She's never been fucked by boy or man 
... and I should know. After all, I'm a doctor. 

Sure, she's plump, but she's awfully cute. She wears these short little 
skirts and tight jeans all the kids wear today. I don't mind, because it 
shows off her plump little ass beautifully. Actually, I think her sweet 
little ass is the prettiest part of her. 

Now, my son, Rod ... he's a cock sucker, but I don't mind. He's not as big 
as most boys his age and he's very delicate ... sensitive to how others feel 
about him. He was quite sickly as a child, too. I don't know when he started 
sucking cocks ... he's never told me. 

In fact, to be quite truthful, I don't know too much about my two kids. I 
mean ... about where and how they learned to enjoy the things they do. All I 
know is that I'm glad they've brought it home to Daddy! 

No, my wife knows nothing of what Stella, Rod and I are doing. She's so damn 
busy with all her club activities, she wouldn't even know what we were doing 
if she saw us. Besides, we stopped screwing each other years ago. If she's 
getting fucked outside the house, I don't know about it, nor do I give a 
damn. I have enough fun with my two kids ... that's enough to keep me happy. 

Stella has always been a Daddy's girl. Ever since she was born I was the 
only one who could put her to sleep at night. I used to give her her bath 
and change her diapers all the time. When she was about five years old, I 
was running the towel over her naked little body one night, and that was 
when I became interested in her sweet little butt. She had her back to me, 
standing on the toilet, and I dropped the towel and just stared at her plump 
ass. I experienced an immediate erection. It was the first time this had 
happened to me, and I couldn't keep myself from reaching out and caressing 
her little ass. It was so soft and smooth-still is, for that matter. 

Stella giggled when I ran my hand over her plump bottom, and I started 
tickling her, running my finger lightly up and down her cheeks. She said it 
made her shiver, but that it was a nice sort of shiver. Sticking one finger 
out, I ran it up and down the crack of her ass-cheeks, which made her giggle 
all the more. It wasn't long before she was squirming all around and 
laughing happily. 

"Baby," I said, suddenly deciding what I was going to do. "I'm going to 
tickle you ... but you mustn't say anything about it to anyone ... okay?" 

"Okay, Daddy," she said sweetly. 

I leaned close to her, sniffing at the clean, soapy smell of her behind. 
Then I kissed one cheek. But that didn't seem to be enough. I shoved my 
tongue out and started licking her ass-cheeks. Stella writhed her butt, sort 
of arching it at my face and giggling happily. 

"Your whiskers tickle, Daddy," she said. 

I started on her other cheek then, licking all over the smooth, sweet flesh 
of her ass. I even pulled the cheeks apart and licked on the warm surface of 
them there. I could see her tiny brown asshole. Although I had licked on a 
few grown female buttocks previously, I had never touched my tongue to the 
asshole. Suddenly, this was what I wanted to do. 

"Bend over, Baby," I said to my daughter. "Let Daddy tickle you here." 

Obediently, Stella bent at the waist, causing her tiny ass to jut backwards 
against my mouth. I stabbed my tongue at her small asshole then, and 
immediately ejaculated inside my pants. Coming so swiftly startled me, and I 
used the towel to dry my saliva from her ass. Then, while Stella stood 
there, naked, I removed my pants and shorts to clean myself up. She stared 
at my cock and balls with huge eyes ... for the first time seeing my 
genitals. 

"Golly, Daddy," she said. "That's an awfully big thing there ... much larger 
than Rod's." 

I was startled by her remark. 

"You've seen Rod ... naked?" I asked her. 

"Oh yes!" Stella squealed childishly. "Lot's of times, Daddy. But his thing 
isn't as big as yours." 

I quickly dressed myself, then my daughter. But I was bothered by her 
revelation ... it stayed with me the rest of the night and most of the 
following day. I wasn't angry that my children had been playing around with 
each other. On the contrary, I would feel a certain lewd pleasure ripple 
through me when I thought of my daughter seeing-possibly playing with-my 
son's genitals. I found myself mentally visualizing them together, and it 
was always while Stella was leaning over and my son kissing and licking her 
bottom. 

For some odd reason I can't explain, my images never indicated my daughter 
actually handling his genitals. 

As the years went by, I continued to bathe my daughter ... and after each 
bathing session, I would lick my tongue all over her rounded little ass, 
occasionally kissing her tiny asshole. I would not always experience an 
ejaculation during those times, but it was frequent enough to keep me more 
or less gratified as far as my sexual personality went. 

Then, when my daughter was twelve, I removed my pants and shorts in the 
bathroom with her. I had just dried her body and decided that I would like 
very much to enjoy an ejaculation without the hindrance of my clothing. 

Stella was seated on the toilet, watching me. Of course, at the age of 
twelve, she knew that what we were doing was a sexual act. But she was eager 
... even more so than I was if the truth were known. She had fine little 
titties just swelling from her chest by this time, with rosy nipples that 
looked absolutely delicious. A few strands had begun to sprout around her 
fine little pussy, too, of which she was quite proud. As I undressed, my 
daughter sat there and watched me, opening and closing her thighs in a 
teasing, wanton manner. I should mention here that I had already allowed my 
daughter to fondle and explore my balls and cock to her little hearts 
content. She knew every inch of my genitals by this time. 

"How do you want me, Daddy?" She asked as soon as I was naked. 

"Oh, let's see, baby...." I thought a moment. I had already had her in just 
about every conceivable position you can put the human body in while I 
licked and kissed her sweet little ass. 

"I know," she said suddenly, scrambling up from the toilet, and as I watched 
her, she placed her head and hands on the stool and lifted her feet, facing 
me. She was now standing on her head, with her feet straight in the air. 
Ahhh ... the flexability of youth! It's wonderful! 

She opened her thighs wide for me, and I moved in close to her. I stood 
there for a moment, just letting my eyes drink in the beauty of her sweet, 
pink cunt and that soft, rounded ass of hers. It seemed as though the crack 
of her cunt ran all the way back to her tail bone-the coccyx, you know. 
Those fine hairs sprouting there were a real treasure. She was so very proud 
of them, saying she was becoming a woman for me at last. 

My cock was throbbing by this time, and it was jerking up and down. The head 
of it was brushing her flat, rippling little stomach and it created a wild 
passion inside me. I gripped her firm little hips in my two hands and leaned 
my face down into the wide open crotch, kissing her pretty pussy first. I 
could feel my daughter shiver as the excitement started growing in her. She 
had already experienced a couple of orgasms by my manipulations and she was 
like a greedy little kitten. She enjoyed her orgasms so much, she had taken 
up masturbation. 

You see, Stella told me of everything she did with herself, and also of her 
activities with her brother. Rod did not know that I was aware of what was 
going on as yet. Of course, my son by this time was experiencing 
ejaculations, and Stella had told me of the times she had jacked his cock 
off to completion. Hearing these things only added to my sexual excitement. 

Anyway, with my daughter here, I kissed her sweet tasting little cunt and 
ran my tongue along the slit, stopping long enough to tickle her tiny 
clitoris. This was another thing Stella enjoyed very much ... having me 
titillate that sensitive little bud. I licked my tongue from the slight fuzz 
of her pussy back until I had moistened her whole crack from cunt to ass. As 
I was doing this to her, I felt her small hand slide up my thigh and then 
she was cupping my balls. Her little fingers curled aound my sails and she 
began pulling and squeezing them gently, knowing how tender they were. The 
head of my cock was still brushing her body, only it was now closer to her 
small, rounded titties. 

Holding her by the hips, I started kissing and licking at her ass-cheeks, 
sometimes sucking some of the smooth, delectable flesh into my lips. She was 
trembling now, and little animal-like squeals of pleasure escaped from her 
mouth. The more excited she became, the more brutal she was with my balls. 

Using my fingers, but still holding her upright steadily, I pulled apart 
those luscious cheeks of her ass and licked the warm inner surface of them, 
finally working my way to that tasty pucker of her asshole. When I started 
stabbing my tongue against the constricted opening, Stella started writhing 
violently, her hand tugging at my balls until I was certain she would pull 
them off. Whimpers of delight rippled from her as I kissed and loved on her 
lovely little ass-and hole. I felt the lips of her cunt quivering against my 
chin, then she exploded into a violent orgasm. The juices flowed thickly 
from her delicate little cunt, smearing my chin until my face was slippery 
againt her. 

"Come, Daddy!" she squealed, her hands rolling and pulling at my balls. "I 
want you to come ... I want to see your cock shoot ... come on my titties 
... Ohhh ... Daddy, make your cock come!" 

As though on command, my cock suddenly spurted, drenching her hard titties 
with the sticky mess. I swear that at the point of my ejaculation, my 
daughter experienced another tremendous orgasm, although she did not mention 
this to me. 

That was the first time I had ejaculated onto her little body, but not the 
last by a long way. 

Then, about four months ago, when she and I were the only ones in the house 
for some reason, we started feeling a bit horny about the same time. 

We had never done anything with each other except in the bathroom, either. 
But that day, sitting in the living room, I saw my daughter bend over to 
pick up a magazine from the floor. She had on this short skirt, and she bent 
without moving her knees, causing the skirt to ride high. I found myself 
gazing at her cute ass-cheeks. She had on a pair of panties, naturally, but 
they fitted her extremely tight. I thought it was one of the most beautiful 
sights I had ever seen in my life. 

I had thought her movement was unconscious on her part, but while she was 
still bending over that way, she lowered her head farther down and peered at 
me from between her knees. Her eyes were twinkling merrily, and a 
mischievious grin was plastered on her face. Then she reached one hand 
behind her and threw her skirt up around her waist, exposing the total 
expanse of her fine little ass to me. Even the way her panties stretched 
over the smooth flesh was extremely erotic to my senses. 

"Like my ass, Daddy?" she said, teasingly, wiggling it with lewd invitation. 
"Does seeing it give you a hard on? Does it make your cock stand up?" 

"Christ, you little minx," I told her. "You know damned well it makes my 
prick hard! Come here...." 

"Oh, no ... you come here, Daddy." 

Immediately I was on my knees behind her, my hands caressing her pantied 
ass-cheeks. I pressed my face to her ass, then licked my tongue up and down 
the nylon garment. I ran the tip of my tongue over the edges of the panty 
legs and her thighs, tasting the warm flesh there. My daughter reached one 
hand between her legs and began to feel my balls beneath my pants. 

I was very excited by now, and I pulled the panties until they were in the 
crack of her ass, leaving each wonderful cheek exposed to my lips and 
tonguei I licked all of her silky flesh, but didn't experience an 
ejaculation. When I was finished, I knew my daughter had enjoyed at least 
one orgasm, because the crotch of her panties was soaked with her flowing 
juices. 

"You didn't come, Daddy," she accused, standing up and smoothing her skirt 
down over her buttocks and hips. "Don't you want to come off?" 

"It happens that way, baby ... you know that," I told her. "Besides ... I 
get my enjoyment from licking and kissing your sweet ass." 

"But, Daddy ... I want you to come, too," she pouted, her fingers working 
around my balls. "I'll jack you off ... the way I do Rod." 

"Well ... all right," I consented. "If that pleases you." 

"Goody!" she squealed. "But let me do it without your clothes on. I know a 
real good way to do it ... you'll like it." 

I removed my pants and shorts, but kept my shirt on. She had me sit on the 
couch with my thighs wide apart. 

Then my daughter knelt between my legs and started stroking my cock with one 
hand, the other grabbing for my heavy balls. For a time she stroked her tiny 
fist up and down my throbbing prick while she played with my balls, but then 
I was amazed when she started kissing my cock with warm, moist lips. I 
stared down at her, tremendously excited at the prospect of having my 
daughter suck my prick to completion. I have had a few blow jobs in my life 
and enjoyed them very much. The first was while I was in medical school. 

The man who sucked me off was an exchange student from India ... a young man 
about my own age. He was quite an expert at cock sucking as I learned later. 
Of course, I knew I was getting a very good blow job at the time, but six 
months later when a drunk sucked me off, I understood that the young man 
from India was quite proficient by comparison. 

But I wasn't about to get a blow job from my daughter. 

Instead of licking her tongue to the tip of my cock and then taking it into 
her mouth, she ran her tongue all over the base of it, then shoved her face 
into my crotch and washed my balls. I mean ... she lifted my balls and moved 
them all over her face, kissing and whimpering as she did so. After a time, 
she pulled her face away and looked up at me, her eyes shining lustily. 

"Do you like that, Daddy?" she asked hopefully. "Do you like to have your 
big, hairy balls in my face?" 

"Whatever you want, baby," I told her, watching that small hand still stroke 
up and down my cock. 

"I do this to Rod all the time." 

And then she shoved her face back to my crotch. She held my balls up in her 
hand and kissed all over them again. Then I was surprised to see her pink 
little tongue dart out and she licked them ... licked every inch of the 
hairy things. She started with one and licked it completely, then she moved 
to the other one. Her tongue fluttered like delicate butterfly wings on my 
balls, and when she dipped her tongue underneath them, bouncing them up and 
down on the flat surface of her tongue, I almost went out of my mind. But 
Stella wasn't through yet. 

With her hand still moving up and down my cock, her eyes gazing passionately 
up at my face, she opened her mouth and sucked one of my balls into it. 
Sucking gently, she tickled my ball with her tongue. I could see her small 
body tremble and that was when I had the first inkling of her desires. 

My daughter was a ball sucker ... not a cock sucker. 

There was her enjoyment-she loved to suck and lick on a man's balls. 

She went from one ball to the next, sucking each into her mouth and licking 
them avidly. Finally, she turned them loose and gazed at them with twinkling 
eyes, her hand still moving up and down my cock. She sighed deliciously, 
then opened her mouth widely ... and both my balls disappeared into her 
warm, moist mouth. She sucked them into her mouth until her lips were 
pressed tight against the base of my cock and the pucker of my asshole. Now, 
with a tremendous suction, she manipulated my balls with her tongue while 
she jacked my cock. With her left hand now free, she felt around my twisting 
ass, shoving a finger between the crack and finally started rubbing my 
asshole. It's difficult to describe the intense, exquisitely delicious 
sensations my daughter was creating in me. Her eyes burned up past my cock, 
staring into my own as she sucked my balls and jacked my cock and finger 
fucked my asshole. 

I couldn't control my emotions ... and my cock suddenly began to spurt a 
copious discharge unlike any I had ever experienced in my entire life. The 
thick stuff spewed from the tip of my swollen cock and splattered over my 
stomach. And my daughter continued sucking my balls and beating my prick and 
fingering my asshole until I was totally exhausted, unable to come anymore. 

When she saw that I was finished, she pulled her mouth from my balls and 
giggled happily. 

"That's the way Rod taught me to do it for him," she said, standing up to 
look down at the mess I had made on my stomach. "But this is something I 
just thought of doing myself ... just now." 

And with her last words, my daughter leaned over and started licking the 
cooling semen from my stomach. 

A week after that incident, Stella came to me in the study and fidgeted 
around for a minute or two. She put her arms around me while she stood at my 
back and nibbled my earlobe. 

I sighed and put down my journal I had been reading. 

"I suppose you want me to lick your cute little ass, huh?" 

"You know you like it, Daddy," she whispered, taking a nip out of my ear 
playfully. "You know you can't do without my ass ... you like licking it as 
much as I like you doing it." 

"All right ... come around here." 

She came around and sat down in my lap. She held her lips up for my kiss, 
and as I kissed her, I ran my hand up under her skirt and found she was 
without panties. When my fingers touched at the gently swelling mound of her 
pussy, she spread her thighs wide, squirming her bottom against my cock. 

"I love for you to feel my pussy, Daddy," she murmured. "Play with my 
clitoris ... and I'll come all over your pants!" 

"You wouldn't dare," I said, slipping a finger between the lips of her pussy 
and rubbing her excited clitoris as she wanted. 

"Oh yes I would ... and you know it." 

"Yes, you would." 

"Ummmm ... that's nice, Daddy," she murmured, nuzzling her face into my 
neck. Rub it harder ... finger my cunt harder." 

She writhed her ass about with growing excitement as I fondled her sweet 
cunt. 

"Daddy...." she said in a shy voice, her lips against my neck. "I was just 
thinking. About an hour ago I was with Rod. I sucked his balls while he 
jacked himself off. I'm sorry, Daddy, but ... well, I told him about us." 

"You what?" 

"I told Rod about you and me, Daddy," she raised her head and looked into my 
face. "But you don't have to be afraid ... he thought it was great." 

"You mean...." 

"Yes ... isn't it wonderful?" she giggled "I suck on your balls ... and his 
too. When I told him about us doing the same thing, he started getting 
interested. He said he'd like to see your cock, Daddy." 

"See my cock?" 

"Yes." 

"But ... why?" 

"Well ... he told me he would like to play with it." 

"Rod? My own son ... wants to play with my cock? His own father's cock?" 

"That's what he said." 

"I see." 

And I did see, or rather I was beginning to understand his unusual desire. 
My son was now fifteen years old, and if he wanted to see-and play with-my 
prick, it meant only one thing. He was developing homosexual tendencies. 

"Is Rod home now?" I asked my daughter. 

"Yes ... he asked me to come in here and tell you about this," she said. 
"I'm supposed to go tell him if you'll let him play with your prick." 

"Tell your brother I'd like to see him." 

I patted my daughter's saucy little ass as she stood up. She turned and 
waggled it at me cutely and left the study. In a moment she came back, 
dragging her brother by the hand. 

"What is this foolishness that your sister has been telling me, son?" 

"I ... I want to ... to...." he stammered. 

"Do you know what your sister and I have been doing with each other ... all 
of it?" 

"Yes, Dad ... I know." 

"Well, I know all about what you've been doing with your sister, too ... 
including what happened just an hour ago." 

Rod evidenced no shame whatsoever, and his sister simply stood at his side 
smiling prettily, her hands held together in front of her. I looked at my 
two offspring for a while, searching their young faces for what, I don't 
know. 

"All right," I finally said. "I've enjoyed myself tremendously with Stella 
these past years ... and from what I gather, so have you, son. I suppose, 
now that your sister has elected to tell everything, there isn't much sense 
in us trying to hide this matter from each other." 

"You mean I can, Dad?" Rod said eagerly. "You'll let me see your ... your 
cock? You'll let me play with it?" 

"I suppose I might as well ... now." 

A wide gron spread across my son's face, and his sister was smiling happily, 
too. 

"Oh, Daddy!" Stella squealed. "I knew you'd do it! I just knew you would let 
Rod play with your prick. Oh boy ... now we can really have a lot of fun. 
You can lick and kiss my ass ... I can suck on your's and my brother's balls 
... Ohhh ... those nice hairy balls! And Rod can play with your cock! Oh, 
Daddy ... let him suck it for you! Let Rod give you a blow job, Daddy!" 

I looked at my son. He shuffled from foot to foot nervously. 

"Son ... have you been sucking cock?" I asked him. 

"Only once, Dad," he said eagerly. "I sucked off my best friend six months 
ago, but he said that was queer stuff and won't let me do it anymore." 

"And you enjoy sucking a hard prick, I suppose." 

"Oh, yes ... I do!" 

"All right, you little cock sucker," I said deliberately. "Get your mouth 
around this cock ... and suck it! Don't stop sucking me until I come in your 
mouth, you hear?" 

"Yes, Dad ... I'll do that." 

I unzipped my fly and pulled my prick out. It was still soft. My son 
immediately dropped to his knees before me, his hands reaching for my prick. 

"Golly, Dad ... you've got a nice cock here." 

"Don't talk about it ... suck it!" 

"While it's soft?" 

"Don't worry about that. A cock has a tendency to grow nice and hard when 
it's sucked." 

My son licked his lips, then shoved his face down into my lap. He parted his 
lips and the full length of my limp prick disappeared into his eager mouth. 
My daughter dropped to her knees beside us, her eyes huge as she watched her 
brother start sucking hard at my cock. It didn't take long before it was 
swelling up nicely to his suckings. Maybe he was telling the truth about 
having sucked cock only once before-I have no reason to doubt him-but he was 
certainly very good at it. I suppose what he lacked in experience he was 
making up by avidness. 

While my son sucked up and down on my prick, I reached over the arm of my 
chair and lifted my daughter's skirt. I ran my hand down the elastic waist 
band of her panties and caressed her fine, rounded ass. She reached 
underneath my son's chin and searched around inside my open fly until she 
had my balls out. She cupped and squeezed and massaged them while her 
brother greedily tried to devour my prick in whole. 

Maybe it was the excitement ... or the newness of having my cock sucked for 
the first time in years ... I don't know. But my son had not been sucking 
for long when-without warning-I suddenly squirted my come into his mouth. 
Immediately Rod moaned and sucked harder yet, his tongue flying all over the 
swollen knob of my prick. He swallowed noisily, taking every drop I had to 
give him. When he finished me off, he let my cock slip from his swollen 
lips, and with a last lick of his tongue, he settled back on his heels and 
pulled his own prick out and began to jack off furiously. 

After one quick glance at her brother's cock, my daughter leaned over and 
sucked my empty balls into her mouth. I saw her hand dig into Rod's fly 
until she had his balls out, and she cupped them tightly while she jacked 
off, holding both my balls between her lips and her tongue darting 
everyplace at once. 

To my surprise, my cock stood up rigid once again, and it had only been a 
minute at the most since I had ejaculated. 

Stella's eyes glistened up at me, as if she were trying to tell me, "See 
what Rod and I can do for you." 

Apparently my son was intensely excited by sucking me off. He grunted a 
couple of times and spurted his thick semen from the tip of his swollen 
cock. The whole mess flew about a foot forward, and splashed onto the thigh 
of his sister ... just underneath the hem of her short skirt. She lifted her 
mouth from my balls and giggled, pulling her hand from his balls and she 
smeared the white, slippery stuff all over her thigh. Then she lifted her 
moist hand to her mouth and used her tongue to clean his semen from it. 

I had by this time become quite excited at the sex play with my two 
children, and I'm sure the three of us would have stripped naked then and 
there and continued our incestuous activities, but their mother was due home 
at any time. 

Two nights later, the three of us were 'alone again, my wife out with some 
club meeting or something. 

This time, as soon as my wife left the house, the three of us removed our 
clothing completely. That was the first time I licked and kissed my son's 
ass. He enjoyed having his ass-cheeks kissed and licked, especially at his 
asshole. I jacked his cock while I sucked on his asshole, and he experienced 
a copious come. Then it was my daughter's turn. We convinced my son to suck 
her pussy, although he was reluctant to do so. We had Stella stand naked 
between us and while I licked my tongue around her ass-cheeks and her tiny 
asshole, my son licked and sucked her cunt. As if by mutual agreement, my 
son and I brought Stella to orgasm after orgasm. She had to rest a while 
after that, and my son tried to talk me into sucking his prick off, but I 
refused. I have no desire to suck a cock whatsoever. Asses are my enjoyment. 

After my daughter had recuperated somewhat, she sucked my balls, going to 
her brothers in alternate motions. She jacked both our cocks while she did 
this, and she tells me that she again had multiple orgasms while doing this 
to us. 

There is no stopping the three of us now. Every opportunity we are 
stark-naked and getting our mouths on each other someplace. Stella has tried 
to talk me into fucking her, but I won't do it. I won't let my son fuck her, 
either. Of course, he doesn't care one way or the other ... he's satisfied 
sucking my prick....Stella is somewhat satisfied sucking our balls, but she 
has a burning desire to get herself fucked, and I'm afraid she's going to 
succeed one of these days. If not by me ... then by some kid. 

And of course, I receive all the satisfaction I require by using my tongue 
and mouth on both their bottoms. It isn't that I'm even remotely homosexual 
in nature. An ass is an ass ... boy or girl. 

We can draw from the above account the conclusion that this physician father 
is indeed somewhat homosexual, whether he realizes it or not. His attachment 
to the buttocks is the strongest indication of such, particularly since he 
doesn't care if it is a boy or girl. 

Stella, the thirteen-year-old nymphet, will undoubtedly experience sexual 
intercourse in the very near future ... but it will not be with either her 
father or brother. Neither give evidence that they are interested in sexual 
connectiuons to her by the genital route. If and when she loses her 
virginity, it will undoubtedly be by a young boy her own age. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Sharon is fourteen years old, a slender, breathless beauty with a friendly 
personality that combines to make her extremely popular in her school. She 
is the leader of a fifty-girl drill team and has participated in many 
parades, local and distant. Her smoky gray eyes peer out at the world around 
her with total innocence, yet she is not innocent-at least in the ways of 
sexual behavior. 

Like most girls her age, she wears her long coppe-rcolored hair straight, 
but many brushings have created a sparkle in the soft strands which seem to 
give off an aura of sensuality to match her sexy body. She has full, 
naturally pink lips that at times are petulant and pouty, but most times 
they are curved into a delicious smile that shows off her even, sparkling 
white teeth. 

As mentioned, she is not at all unknowledgable in the erotic aspects of her 
growing mind and body. Her sexual experience is wide and varied, as 
withnessed by her statement: "I enjoy fucking. I've got a hot little cunt 
down there between my legs and it takes a lot of cock to cool it down. I 
don't remember how many boys who have poked those hard pricks into me ... 
nor how many times I've taken one up my asshole when the boy wanted to do it 
that way. But, the one thing I like best is sucking cock. Yeah, that's right 
... I like to have a deliciously hard and throbbing prick squirt into my 
mouth!" 

Actually, when one thinks about it, Sharon is really not so unusual in her 
desires or her sexual activity. Many young girls today are doing the same 
thing ... in the back seats of cars ... in the home when parents are away 
... inviting boys in while they are babysitting. 

What does make Sharon unusual is the fact that she does not live with her 
parents, but with a married aunt of twenty-five. 

This aunt, Dory, is married to a truck driver ... a man who is gone from 
home frequently. Her husband is a long-distance truck driver and makes many 
trips across the United States, sometimes being away from home for a week or 
two weeks at a time. And when Dory's husbands is gone, it is not long before 
she is on the telephone and calling her brother, Fulton. 

Dory and Fulton are maternal aunt and uncle to Sharon-her mother's brother 
and sister. Also, they are intensely interested in anything erotic ... 
anything that will pleasure their jaded sexual appetites. 

This sister and brother have long been practitioners of incest, beginning 
when they were both hardly in their teens. Usually, an incestual 
relationship between brother and sister will dry up, so to speak, when they 
become interested in others. This did not happen to Dory and Fulton. 
Although each married, they have continued to enjoy the other's bodies. 
Indeed, Fulton had relations with his sister on her wedding night when 
Dory's husband had a bit too much to drink. 

Our story comes from the brother, Fulton. 

I don't remember ever being interested in my sister as a sexual person until 
the day she turned thirteen. It was also the day she was allowed to babysit 
the the kid next door to us. This kid was four years old and a real monster. 

I guess Dory was having a hard time with him, because she called our mother 
and wanted some help. Mom was busy at the time and asked me to go over and 
see what the trouble was. 

When I got there, I found Dory chasing the little bastard all over the 
house. It seems that he wasn't going to take his bath ... and that was 
something his folks insisted that my sister give this kid before he was put 
to bed. The kid was naked already, but she couldn't catch him. 

"Fulton," Dory said, almost in tears, "make him behave." 

I don't know what she thought I could do. I had no experience with kids ... 
I was just a year older than Dory. 

Well, I stood there for a minute, watching the little punk glare at me from 
behind the couch. Dory, crying now, sat down in a chair and wrung her hands 
nervously, her eyes pleading for me to do something. It was her first 
babysitting job and she didn't want to foul it up. We never did have much 
money and this meant a lot to her. 

Why I did and said what I did, I have no idea. 

"Listen, kid," I said. "You march your butt into the bathroom and get into 
the tub ... or I'll cut your little peter off!" 

The kid's expression changed from defiance to respect. He gazed at me for a 
while longer, then without a word, he turned and went to the bathroom, his 
naked little ass bounching. 

After he was splashing around in the tub, my sister said, "Would you really 
have done that?" 

"Done what?" 

"What you said." 

"Oh ... cut his peter off? Naw ... you know better than that, Sis." 

Her eyes were still moist, but she wasn't crying now. She wanted me to stay 
with her until she had the kid in bed and asleep, so I sat down on the couch 
and thumbed through some old magazines. Pretty soon, the kid was in his bed 
and sound asleep. I got up and started to leave, but Sis stopped me. 

"Why don't you stay with me a while," she said. "He might wake up." 

"If he does," I told her, "just play with his little peter ... he'll go back 
to sleep." 

"Play with his...." 

"Yeah, I read somewhere that people used to do that to their kids to put 
them to sleep. It's supposed to work ... you try that." 

"Why," Sis looked at me with big eyes. "I wouldn't know how." 

Now, at the time, Dory was kind of skinny ... not what you would call a real 
cock stiffening girl. Even so, I looked at her and saw something there I had 
never seen before. She had on this old worn dress, and there was a rip 
halfway up one side. It had fallen away from her thigh and I looked at the 
flesh there. I had no experience other than masturbation up to that time. 
But when I would jack off, I would visualize a naked girl. The idea came to 
me then that I would show her how to play with the kid's cock. 

"Want me to show you, Dory?" I asked. 

"We might get in trouble," she said doubtfully. 

"Aw ... who's to know? His folks won't be home for hours yet. Besides, Mom 
told me to stay as long as you needed me. No one will ever find out." 

"Well ... I guess it would be okay." 

Maybe I should have been bashful, or something ... but I wasn't. I unzipped 
my pants and pulled my cock out. Dory stared at it, her lips slightly parted 
and she began to breathe fast. I wrapped my hand around my prick and started 
jerking it up and down until it was standing up nice and hard. 

"Now," I told her, standing directly in front of her as she sat in the 
chair, "you do it." 

Her hand was trembling when she reached out to touch my prick, but she 
wrapped her fingers around it and started jacking me off. It felt good, 
having someone else do this to me, and I stood there, wondering if I should 
go ahead and let her jack me off to completion. 

The decision was made for me. Before I was aware of what was happening ... 
without any warning at ail, I suddenly shot my come right into her face. 

Dory was leaning in close to my cock while she jacked it, her eyes wide with 
pleased surprise at what she held in her hand. She was hardly six inches 
away from the end of my prick when it went off. The thick globs of white 
juice struck her nose, then her chin. She was so surprised at what had 
happened, she sat there as though mesmerized, staring at the spurting tip of 
my cock. Before I finished gushing that stuff out, her face was covered with 
it, and the stuff was dripping from her chin onto her old worn dress. 

When it was over, I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped the tip of my 
prick, then gave it to her so she could wipe her face off. Once she had 
herself clean, she started asking me all sorts of questions. Most of them I 
had no answer for ... hell, I didn't even know them myself. 

"Does a girl do that?" she asked after I had told her about jacking off 
frequently and that a boy always shot stuff out that way. 

"I don't know," I told her truthfully. "Want to find out?" 

"It seems wicked," she said, but excitement glowed in her eyes. "Maybe we 
could ... could do it just for a minute." 

"It might take longer," I told her. "Sometimes I have to pump my peter five 
or six minutes before it comes." 

We discussed it some more, and the more we talked about it, the more excited 
I became. My cock was standing up again ... straining at my pants. 

"Listen, Dory," I said, eager to see and feel her pussy. "Take off your 
panties and hold your skirt up. I'll do it for you and we can find out if 
you come like I do." 

Maybe it was the excitement of doing something we shoudln't. Whatever it 
was, Dory unhesitatingly lifted her dress and slipped her panties off. She 
flushed a bit when I looked between her thighs, but she kept her head bent 
forward so she could see what was going on down there. She didn't have very 
much hair back then, and her little slit was pink and very cute. It was the 
first pussy I had ever seen, too. I don't know what came over me while I was 
looking at her cunt. I had never even thought of such a thing. Yet, I pulled 
her knees wide apart and shoved my face between them. I pressed my lips 
against her almost hairless pussy and kissed it. 

"Ohhhh ... that tickles," Dory squealed. 

There wasn't an odor around her cunt at all ... just a slight scent that I 
had never smelled before. It was heady ... really mind-bending. I kissed her 
pussy lips once again, and she wiggled her little ass around on the cushions 
of the chair. 

"Ohhh ... do it again, Fulton," she giggled, holding her legs wide apart for 
me. "I like that ... it makes me feel all shivery." 

Well, that was what she wanted, so I put my mouth back against her cunt and 
opened my lips. Of course, I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but 
something seemed to be guiding me ... telling me what to do ... to open my 
mouth and lick my tongue up and down the slit. I did this for a few moments, 
then pulled my face away and looked at my sister's face. Right then it was 
real pretty, with a smile on her lips and her eyes actually glowing. 

Using the fingers of my two hands, I pulled the lips of her cunt apart and 
saw the small clitoris nestling there. It was bright pink and moist, and it 
seemed to be pulsating slightly. I brushed a finger over it and Dory's body 
began to shake and shudder. She started whimpering and rolling her ass 
around, arching it up to my hands. Then, I closed my mouth around the tiny 
clitoris and started sucking on it. Not knowing the technique of licking the 
thing at the same time while I sucked it would bring more pleasure to her, I 
simply sucked on it then. But that was sufficient to bring her to an orgasm 
... the first orgasm my sister had ever experienced. When it happened to 
her, she went into convulsions that scared the piss out of me. Her body 
tossed and twisted all over the place, and she was sobbing and moaning a 
girl gone crazy. I was afraid to move. I was on my knees between her legs, 
but when she started jerking and whirling her ass around like that, I pulled 
my mouth away and stared at her cunt. The lips quivered and twitched in an 
uncontrollable manner, and there was moisture seeping from between them. 
Finally, though, she slumped down, sprawled lewdly with her legs still wide 
apart. 

"Ohhh ... Golly ... that was ... was wonderful, Fulton," she whispered in a 
thick, throaty voice. "I've never felt anything like that before. Does it 
feel the same when you do it to yourself?" 

"To myself? I can't do that to myself." 

"I mean ... when you play with your thing." 

"It's not a thing," I told her. "It's a cock ... prick ... peter ... not a 
thing." 

"What do you call my th ... mine?" 

"Oh, pussy, sometimes ... or a cunt ... twat ... snatch." 

"Those are funny words," she giggled, sitting up now, but she didn't cover 
herself. "Funny ... but nice. Pussy ... cunt ... cock ... prick. Ohhh ... 
just saying them makes me feel funny. Not funny ha-ha ... I mean funny down 
there, on my ... my cunt." 

"You don't know anything, do you, Dory?" 

"No ... not much, I guess." 

We talked for a while before I went home, and I found out that my sister had 
started her periods about six months previous; that she had never seen a 
cock before that night; that she didn't have any idea what fucking was ... 
but she was anxious to try it. I told her that getting a cock into her twat 
would feel even better than me kissing it. Of course, that was a pile of 
shit for all I knew. I was just trying to show off ... I had never fucked a 
girl ... my sister's snatch was the first I had ever seen, but I didn't tell 
her that. We discussed the possibilities of fucking her, but nothing came of 
it that night. 

A week later, Dory was called again to sit with the little bastard, but 
before it was time for her to go next door, she asked me to go with her. 
When she asked, there was a twinkle in her eyes and I knew she wanted some 
more sex play. 

Mom told me to go ahead, and when Dory and I arrived next door, she told the 
people I was going to help her with some homework. They said it was fine 
since I was her brother, but that she wasn't to allow any other boys come in 
while she was babysitting. I don't know what they were thinking my sister 
would do with a boy, but what he had in mind would certainly have sent them 
into convulsions if they know. 

The punk kid was put to bed earlier this night, and after he was asleep, 
Dory wanted me to take my cock out so she could mess around with it. Her 
fingers had it up hard in no time. 

"Hey, Dory," I said suddenly, "why don't we take our clothes off. You know 
... get naked. It will be more fun that way." 

She giggled, but readily agreed. 

When we were naked, I looked at my sister's body naked for the first time. 
She was still skinny, and although she had a sprinkling of cunt hair, her 
tits were non-existant. All she had was real small nipples there ... no 
mound, no swelling, no nothing. I had her turn around so I could feel and 
see her ass, but it was skinny, too, and I wasn't interested. She had me do 
the same for her, and she felt my ass, but she said she couldn't see much 
there to play with. 

"I'd rather play with your cock," she said, gripping it in her fist and 
jacking up and down. 

We sat on the couch and while she jacked my prick, I fingered her cunt. She 
kept her thighs wide apart for me and I rubbed her clitoris until she was 
writhing all over. That was when I decided we should try to fuck. 

"Let me stick my prick in your cunt, Dory," I said. "Won't that hurt me?" 

"Naw ... it will make you feel better than last time." 

"Okay ... but if it hurts me, you promise to take it out?" 

"Sure ... sure...." I promised. 

Neither of us knew what the fuck we were doing, but guided by instinct, Dory 
lay back on the couch and opened her thighs real wide. Her pink little cunt 
was moist and I could see the lips twitching with excitement. I crawled 
between her legs and leaned forward, guiding my cock to her cunt. I had to 
pull the lips apart with one hand while I shoved the swollen head of my 
prick into her. I watched her pussy stretch around it, and Dory began to 
bite her bottom lip. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked. 

"No ... not yet," she replied. "Do you have it in me?" 

"No ... just the head." 

"Let me see," she lifted her upper body and peered between our crotches. 
"Golly ... that looks funny, doesn't it, Fulton?" 

"Yeah." 

"Put some more in my pussy," she said, arching her naked ass up slightly to 
give me easier access. 

I shoved gently forward, not knowing just what I would find up there. I 
think both of us were scared right then, but we were too eager to fuck. 

"Ohhhh...." she whimpred as I shoved more of my prick into her. "Ohhh ... 
easy ... stick it in easy." 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Yes ... but not terribly bad," she said, still holding herself up so she 
could watch my cock slip in. "I can do it ... you'll see ... shove more cock 
in there." 

I shoved again, then felt something holding me back. I hesitated and looked 
into her face. "What's that?" I asked. 

"I don't know," her eyes were puzzled. "I've never put anything inside me 
there. All I've done is finger it like you did last week." 

"Maybe if I shove just a bit harder." 

"Okay ... but do it real easy," she said. 

I shoved again, and suddenly my cock went all the way into her. I felt 
something give way inside her cunt. 

"Aaaiiieeeee" Dory screamed, falling back on the couch. Her hands shot up 
and her fingers clutched my arms, digging into my flesh like claws of steel. 
"Ohhh ... it hurts! Oh, Golly ... it's terrible!" 

"I'll take it out," I said, starting to withdraw. 

"No! No!" Her hands flew down my back and clutched at my naked ass, holding 
me there. Instictively, her legs shot around me and she locked her heels 
behind my upper thighs, capturing me securely inside her cunt. "I want it 
... I want it in there! The pain is going away now ... ohhh ... yes, it is! 
It don't hurt how, Fulton ... oh my ... it feels ... feels good!" 

After a minute or so, she began to squirm her ass around underneath me, and 
my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy in short strokes. I had never 
dreamed anything could feel so tight ... so warm ... so slippery. My 
sister's arms wrapped themselves around my neck when she realized that I 
wasn't going to take my cock out of her squirming cunt. 

"Are we fucking?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes shining brightly up at 
me. 

"Goddamn right we're fucking!" I shouted, plunging my cock in and out of her 
slippery pussy now. She was bucking up and down with me, grinding her cunt 
against the base of my cock when I thrust into her, then pulled her ass back 
when I came up. "We're fucking ... fucking like grown-ups!" 

For a time, we fucked each other slowly, letting our emotions build into a 
frenzied pitch. Then, when it started feeling so good we couldn't control 
our motions, we started clawing and wrestling each other on the couch until 
I thought we would fall to the floor. My come was boiling around inside my 
balls, and every time they slapped against her heaving ass, I thought I 
would come then and there. Dory was sobbing and laughing and moaning all at 
the same time, but her skinny ass dipped and plunged, rotated in tight 
circles ... grinding and gyrating at my cock as if it were trying to devour 
me whole. 

"Ohhh ... it's ... it's happening!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back in 
her head. "I'm coming, Fulton! I'm coming ... fuck me ... Ohhh ... please, 
fuck me hard ... harder ... faster ... faster...." 

She didn't have to encourage me. My own come was building up swiftly, and I 
started to grunt like a hog in the mud ... then blew off. My cock became 
extremely sensitive and I started gushing into her cunt then. 

"I feel it ... I feel it!" Dory cried out. "I feel you coming in me ... I 
feel your cock squirting in my pussy, Fulton! Ohhh ... I'm coming again! All 
over ... again ... God, Fulton ... you're making me come again! Ohhh ... 
ohhhh ... ohhhh...." 

I was totally exhausted, and I slumped down on top of my sister, my cock 
still buried inside her pussy. I could feel a slight clasping sensation down 
there, and learned later on that she had what we used to call a 'sucking 
pussy.' Dory was unaware of this muscular contractions her cunt would 
involuntarily do on a cock. Even after she understood it, she thought all 
girls did the same thing. She doesn't know how lucky she is to have a real 
clipping cunt. 

That first fuck started us. After that, we was after each other every single 
chance we had. Sometimes, at night when our folks were asleep, I'd slip into 
Dory's bedroom and we'd fuck. Actually, her bedroom wasn't a room at all, 
but a huge closet with just a heavy curtain for a door. It's a wonder we 
weren't caught, because sometimes we became so excited we made a hell of a 
lot of noise. 

When I was sixteen and Dory was fifteen, she started filling out. Her tits 
sprouted and her ass rounded nicely. Her skinny thighs became long and 
slender and her face cleared up of that awful acne she had. She became quite 
pretty, and, much to my disgust, popular with the boys. 

She started dating at sixteen, and she told me that she let some of the boys 
fuck her, but not always. 

For a few months there, Dory wouldn't give me any pussy ... she was getting 
all the prick she could handle from the guys she dated. Then, she changed. I 
don't mean she stopped fucking ... not my sister! 

All of a sudden, she couldn't get enough cock. After she had been out with a 
boy, she would come in and if the folks were asleep, she would come to my 
room and tell me all about the boy's fucking technique ... what he did to 
her ... what she did to him ... whether it was good fuck or not. Naturally, 
this kind of talk would give me a hard on. 

I, too, was dating. Some of the girls-a very few-would let me fuck them, but 
they were few and far between. I wanted more pussy than I was getting. I 
told Dory about the girls, and she was surprised at a few of them. It seems 
that they put on airs around the school about how good they were about not 
letting a boy do things to them and that sort of thing. I also told her that 
I wasn't getting enough pussy to keep me satisfied. 

After our last talk, Dory would usually come home and let me fuck her then, 
but she always had a cunt full of some boy's come and I didn't care for that 
to much. I told her I wished she would wash her pussy out before I fucked 
her and she said it wasn't always possible. 

That was when she started sucking me off. 

It was her idea. She had been on this date and the boy, instead of fucking 
her, asked if she would give him a blow job. It was the first time she had 
done this, and she enjoyed it tremendously. She told me about it after her 
date, and while she talked, she was stroking my cock up and down. 

"Would you like for me to suck your cock, Fulton?" she asked. 

"Sure ... I've kissed your cunt, you know," I reminded her. "That first time 
years ago." 

"Yeah, you did, didn't you?" she grinned at me in the darkness. "And it was 
real good, too. You know ... you made me come that day for the first time." 

"Then use your mouth on my prick and make me come," I said to her. 

"Would you like to come in my mouth, brother dear?" she said in a teasing 
voice, her fingers manipulating my cock. "Would you really and truly enjoy 
squirting your come into my mouth?" 

And the next thing I knew, my sister was bending over me and had her lips 
around my cock and was slidding them up and down swiftly, her tongue moving 
every place at once. She didn't have much technique at cock sucking then-it 
was only the second time she had done it-but she was hungry for it and made 
little noises in her throat as she sucked up and down. When ! felt my come 
boiling around inside my balls, I told her so, thinking maybe she would pull 
her mouth away. But not my cock sucking sister ... oh, no! She had found 
another aspect of sex that she enjoyed tremendously and she wasn't about to 
stop now. One ol her hands gripped my balls hard, squeezing them tightly. 
Her lips compressed around my cock and her tongue fluttered all over the 
sensitive head. Then I was coming ... coming into her mouth. My cock spewed 
a great quantity of thick juice into her warm, moist mouth, and I could hear 
her gurgling as she swallowed it all. When I finished spurting, she licked 
her tongue around the slit there, cleaning it off. Then she pulled her mouth 
from my deflating cock and kissed my cheek. 

"How was that, brother dear?" she whispered. "Isn't your sister becoming an 
awful wanton? Fucking every stiff prick she can get her hot pussy around and 
then coming in here and sucking that sweet cock off. Was it good ... did I 
suck you nicely?" 

"Christ yes!" I said hoarsely. "The first blow job I've had, too." 

"Then you would like more?" she asked, tickling my empty balls with her 
fingers. "You'd like for me to suck you off quite often?" 

"God, yes!" 

"All right ... I will," she said. "But ... since my cunt hasn't had a fuck 
today ... well, why don't you eat me? If I suck you off, then it's only fair 
that you lick my twat." 

Dory lifted her skirt and slipped her panties off, then she got onto the bed 
with me and straddled my face. She squatted down with her thighs on either 
side of my head and I found myself with a mouthful of hairy cunt. She was 
hot ... very hot. Her pussy was dripping and when I pressed my lips to it, I 
could taste her come right away. She started rubbing her pussy up and down 
my chin, mouth and nose. I put my hands on her thighs and shoved my tongue 
out, and it slipped between the slippery lips of her cunt. 

"Ohhh, Golly ... yes, Fulton, yes! Stick your tongue up my snatch! Lick the 
inside of my pussy ... tongue fuck me ... use your tongue as a cock ... fuck 
me with it ... lick me ... suck my cunt ... eat my pussy ... ohhhh ... lick 
... suck ... suck pussy!" 

I did everything she wanted me to do. I thrust my tongue deeply into her hot 
cunt and fucked it in and out, tasting the dripping fluids and swallowing 
them. I wormed my tongue around her inflamed clitoris and she went wild. Her 
naked ass was squirming around on my face so much I could hardly breathe, 
but I didn't care ... I was really enjoying sucking her twat. 

I tongued her to an orgasm, but she wouldn't lift her pussy off my face. She 
wanted more, and I brought her to another come ... and another. My sister 
came four times before she finally fell away from me. By this time my face 
was smeared with her juices, but I didn't care about that. I was tired ... 
my jaws hurt from holding my mouth open so long and my tongue was sore. 

When I woke up the next morning, her cunt juice was dried on my face. 

After that, Dory and I seldom fucked. What we wanted was to suck and lick 
each other off. It became our way of sexual relations. She started sucking 
her dates instead of fucking them, and I, of course, started eating pussy 
frequently. I found more girls willing to let me suck their cunts, saying it 
was better than taking a chance on becoming pregnant. I sucked a lot of 
virgin pussies, and most of the girls would blow me, too. I found a steady 
supply of cunt then. Although my sister and I were getting all the sex we 
needed from others, we still enjoyed each other about twice a week. Don't 
ask me why she never got pregnant ... we don't know. I must have fucked her 
a few thousands times and neither of us took precautions. She didn't take 
precautions with her dates, either. 

Then, when she was nineteen, she met this character and decided to get 
married. I was worried about not getting into her panties after she was 
married, but Dory assured me that she would always be available. 

She was, too, and I found out the night of her marriage. Her brand new 
husband took to the sauce a little too much and passed out. Since he wasn't 
able to perform his husbandly duties, I went with Dory to her bedroom and we 
fucked and sucked each other almost all night long. 

The man she married is a truck driver, and he's gone quite a bit. Dory 
doesn't run around on him. I mean ... she doesn't cheat on him with other 
men. I don't know if you would call it cheating with us, because we'd been 
doing it for years. A marriage didn't make any difference to us. 

Then, when I was twenty-three, I met my wife and was married myself. It was 
a mistake from the word go. We dated for six months, and of course, we were 
fucking. Since I enjoyed eating pussy-and having my cock sucked off-my wife 
wasn't adverse to doing it. At least she wasn't while we were dating. But 
after we were married, she wouldn't do it any more. She said it was 
perverted and nasty. I don't know how she figured that, because she had 
sucked me off many times. 

Well, I wasn't getting what I wanted at home, so I started hanging around my 
sister's house. When her old man was gone, we'd do what we both enjoyed 
best-cock sucking and cunt licking. 

About six months ago, our mother's sister lost her husband. She had a 
daughter, my niece Sharon, whom she found herself unable to support. It 
seems my uncle had no insurance when he died, and since they never had much 
in the first place, my aunt was hard up for money. Fortunately, when Dory 
agreed to keep Sharon, it didn't require a change of schools. 

When I found out Sharon was staying with Dory, I was upset because I was 
certain it would put a screeching halt to our sex fun. One day while Sharon 
was at school, I told Dory of my fears. 

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Fulton," she said. "After all ... you work 
in the evenings. She's at school all day ... we have all the time in the 
world." 

Of course she was right. 

Then, one morning about nine o'clock, my sister called me and said her 
husband had just left for a two week trip to the East Coast. It was one of 
his longest hauls, and I was really happy about that. He had been home for 
four or five days and I was getting horny as hell. O course, I had my wife I 
could have fucked, but fucking didn't give me the pleasure and relief that 
getting sucked off did. Dory and I were standing in kitchen of her house, 
arms wrapped around each other and tongue sucking while we felt each other 
up. I was fully dressed, of course, but Dory was wearing just a robe. I had 
untied the belt and pushed the robe apart so I could caress her naked ass. 
My sister slept naked, and she had not yet put on panties and bra. My tongue 
was deep in her mouth and she was sucking on it and grinding her pelvis 
against my swelling prick while I played around with her firm ass-cheeks. 

We didn't hear the door open, but we sure heard it close. 

We jumped apart quickly, fear in our eyes. Swiftly, Dory closed her robe and 
belted it. We turned just as our niece, Sharon came into the kitchen. 

"Oh, hi, Uncle Fulton," she said. 

"Hi," I replied, quickly sitting down at the table. I had a huge hard on and 
didn't want her to see it. 

"What are you doing home, Sharon," my sister asked, her face flushed from 
the arousal she was feeling. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" 

"I felt a little ill, Aunt Dory ... the nurse sent me home." 

"What's wrong? Are you coming down with a cold?" Dory asked. 

"No ... I just felt a little queazy in my stomach." 

"Then shouldn't you go to bed?" 

"No, I don't think so," Sharon said, moving to the serving bar between the 
dining room and kitchen. "Maybe a glass of milk will settle my stomach." 

My sister poured her a glass of milk, then said she had better go get 
dressed. 

The serving bar had three stools in front of it, and Sharon stepped up and 
sat down on one, her back to me as she drank the milk. I had never really 
looked at my niece before. Oh, I had noticed how pretty she was of course, 
but she was just a kid ... fourteen years old. But right then I took a good 
look at her. Maybe it was because of my throbbing hard on and my excited 
state. Anyway, I looked at her back, seeing her tight little ass flatten on 
the rotating seat of the stool. 

Sharon was wearing her drill team uniform ... a cute affair modeled on the 
Scottish kilts. It was extremely short and showed off her slender, smooth 
thighs to perfection. After she finished the milk, she twisted the stool 
around until she was facing me. A white mustache of milk was on her upper 
lip. She had her thighs pressed close together, but the view of them made my 
cock throb all the more harder. Her firm little tits stuck out against the 
material of her blouse, and I was certain I could see the nipples straining 
there. 

"I don't see much of you, Uncle Fulton," she said, a cute smile on her face. 
"Why do you hide out so much?" 

"Oh, I don't hide out, Sharon," I told her, trying to keep from looking at 
her jutting tits and wonderful, exciting thighs. "You know how it is ... a 
guard works evenings and nights. I have to sleep days, you know." 

"Are you working tonight?" 

"Yes." 

"Still at the same place?" 

"Yes." 

Then I was startled by what she did. Sharon grinned impishly at me, her 
thighs opening slightly. They parted just enough for me to see the white 
band of her panties, and she began to rock her ass back and forth on the 
stool. I don't mean she was sliding her ass on the seat, but she was making 
a little fucking motion. Seeing the crotch band of her panties and the way 
she was moving almost made me squirt off in my pants. 

"You've got a funny expression on your face, Uncle Fulton," Sharon said. 

I realized I had been staring between her thighs then, and guiltily jerked 
my eyes away. She giggled and parted her thighs a bit more, then slid down 
from the stood. Her already short skirt hiked up high, and I noticed a flash 
of white panties as she smoothed the skirt down over her hips. "Don't tell 
me you've been peeking, Uncle Fulton." Her voice was low and throaty. 

"Peeking? What do you...." 

"Why, you're blushing!" she giggled again. "You've seen a girl's panties 
before. After all ... a married man like you. Shame on you, Uncle Fulton," 
she teased. 

Then Sharon did something she had never done before. She came over to where 
I was sitting and kissed my cheek. 

"You be nice, now," she said in a whisper. "You be nice and maybe ... just 
maybe, you understand ... you can have a few more peeks." 

Then, with a lewd laugh, she started toward the hallway, her tight little 
ass jiggingly saucily. At the doorway of the hall, she stopped and looked at 
me over her shoulder, all that long coppery hair looking like a cascade of 
glittering water. She grinned mischievously at me, then twitched her pretty 
little ass and disappeared. 

I was shaken by her actions. I didn't know what to think. I was certain she 
had exposed her panties deliberately to me ... and her swaying ass most 
certainly wasn't unconscious on her part. I began to speculate about her. It 
had been years since I had a tender young piece of ass, and I found myself 
wondering if my niece was enjoying herself with the boys. 

I was soon to find out. 

Since Sharon was home this day, my sister and I were unable to do anything 
with each other. We whispered in the kitchen about taking a chance. It was 
possible that Dory could suck me off quickly, then I could lick her pussy 
while she sat in a chair, but still ... it was dangerous. We decided to wait 
until the next day. 

My job isn't much, nor is the pay. But I'm a lazy kind of guy and I've never 
wanted to earn much money. Being a guard pays enough to support my wife and 
I adequately ... and it's real easy work. All I do is sit in this huge 
office and walk around the place every so often. Anyone can get into the 
grounds of the plant, but the doors to the building are locked and I have to 
make certain they remain so until the following morning ... or like on that 
evening, until the other man shows up at eleven o'clock to relieve me. 

Around eight that evening, I was sitting in the office, thumbing through a 
magazine when the light tapping on the window came to me. I glanced up and 
saw Sharon standing there. 

I was surprised, but pleasantly pleased and opened the door for her. 

"What are you doing here, Sharon?" I asked her. 

"Oh, I just thought I'd visit a while," she replied. "Aunt Dory told me you 
got awfully lonely here all by yourself." 

I went back to the desk I had been sitting at and sat down, looking closely 
at her. My niece was dressed in one of those revealing miniskirts and a 
tight blouse. It was impossible for me to keep my eyes away from the 
straining titties scarcely concealed beneath the thin material. Her firm 
little nipples were easily and delightfully out-lined. While I watched her, 
she walked around the huge office, swaying her cute ass sexily as she peered 
at the papers on desks. Finally she moved to the desk directly across from 
me. This desk was about six of seven feet away, and facing the one I was 
sitting at. She pulled the swivel chair out and sat down, swinging around in 
it playfully for a moment, then she stopped and placed her elbows on the 
desk, her chin in her hands ... and stared at me. 

The front of the desk was not covered, and when I glanced down there, I 
found myself with a wonderful view of her dimpled knees and smooth thighs. I 
realized I was openly gazing up beneath her short skirt, but I couldn't help 
it. She had her thighs slightly parted, and I was again seeing the 
crotchband of her white panties. Either she didn't know I was looking at her 
down there, or ... she wanted me to! 

For a long time we didn't say anything to each other, then she started 
talking about school, saying how much of a drag it was and wished she was 
older so she could quit. 

After a short time, Sharon got out of the chair and pulled it around to the 
side of the desk. Placing it in position, she sat down in it once again. 
Then, to my surprise, she lifted her feet and placed them on the desk, 
rearing back in the chair. Her position was such that the under sides of her 
luscious thighs were exposed to me. Again I stared at all that creamy, 
delectable flesh of my niece. She continued talking about school, then she 
began telling me of her boy friends, about their groping hands and eagerness 
to get into her panties. 

At first I didn't hear what she was saying because I was so absorbed in the 
delightful view I had of her thighs. Sharon squirmed around in the swivel 
chair and finally succeeded in scrunching her ass to the very edge. My eyes 
bugged then. The tightly pantied roundness of her ass-cheeks were now 
exposed to me. My cock leaped upwards, throbbing mightily inside my pants. 

Still sitting in that exposed position, Sharon said suddenly, "Uncle Fulton, 
you've been putting it to Aunt Dory ... haven't you?" 

"Wha ... how do you...." 

"Oh, come off it, Uncle Fulton," Sharon said, grinning lewdly at me. "I've 
had the suspicion for weeks now. When I came in this morning, the two of 
your were flushed and I could see your ... your hard on, before you sat 
down." 

"Christ ... Sharon, you...." 

"Don't you know you shouldn't screw around with your sister, Uncle Fulton," 
she grinned wider. "That's incest ... you know that." 

I was startled by her revelation ... and scared. If Sharon started talking 
around, there would be more trouble than I wanted. I fidgeted nervously in 
my chair, my cock gone soft now. Of course, she hadn't mentioned any 
conclusive facts to her suspicion ... but how much did she knew? 

"You don't have to worry, Uncle Fulton," she said, her voice low. "That is 
... you don't have to worry if you are nice to me." 

"Nice to you? What do you mean?" 

"You been looking up my dress ever since I walked in her, Uncle Fulton. Tell 
me ... do you like what you see?" 

"Christ, Sharon ... you're only fourteen." 

"Big shit!" she sneered suddenly. "Fourteen ... twenty ... thirty ... so 
what? A girl likes to fuck no matter what her age is." 

"You shouldn't talk like that," I said nervously. 

"You like what you see ... I can tell," she said. "You've been staring at my 
ass for ten minutes now, not hearing a mother fucking word I've said. Why, I 
bet you've got a very nice hard on, Uncle Fulton." 

"Sharon, I ... I think you should leave before...." 

"Before what? Before you get so excited you come over here and fuck me? 
What's so bad about that, Uncle Fulton? You've been fucking your sister ... 
what's so different about getting a piece of my ass? I'm just your niece." 

"Fourteen ... Christ ... I don't...." 

"Uncle Fulton ... I'm very pretty, and you know it. It isn't as if I was a 
stupid cherry ... I'm not. I've had cock before ... lots and lots of cock. 
I've had different sizes stuffed into my cunt, and let me tell you ... I've 
liked every goddamn one of them." 

While I was trying to gather up my emotions, Sharon dropped her feet to the 
floor. Then, in a brazen manner, she threw her thighs wide apart. She lifted 
her cute ass slightly and pulled her skirt high, bunching it around her 
waist. She shoved her hips forward again on the chair until her ass-cheeks 
were hanging over the edge. 

"Like what you see, Uncle Fulton?" she said in a low throaty voice. "You 
know why I came here, don't you? I came here because my pussy is hungry, 
Uncle Fulton ... my cunt is burning up ... it's so moist and slippery right 
now ... it wants a nice, hard cock inside it, Uncle Fulton ... wouldn't you 
like to fuck me? It would be a shame if I had to finger fuck myself, 
wouldn't it?" 

Sharon ran one hand down her stomach, across the white panties, then down 
between her thighs. She openly rubbed her fingers up and down her concealed 
twat, and my cock started standing stiff and hard again. 

"It would be a shame, you know ... and a terrible waste, wouldn't it? I have 
a boiling cunt here ... you should stick your cock inside my cunt ... it's 
very tight ... I've been told that many times ... and so slippery." My niece 
squirmed her ass in the chair, her eyes almost closed. Her pink tongue 
flickered out to moisten already moist lips, excitement causing her body to 
shiver deliriously. 

"I love cock, Uncle Fulton," she went on, stroking her still concealed cunt. 
"I love it when a prick is nice and hard and throbbing ... when it shoves up 
my cunt ... when it squirts all that sweet, warm come into my snatch ... 
Ohhh ... I'd love to have your cock sliding in and out of my pussy, Uncle 
Fulton." 

"Sharon, I don't ... " 

"Oh, you don't?" she gazed at me with listening eyes. Her fingers ran inside 
the crotch band of her panties then, and she slowly pulled it aside, 
revealing a deliriously coppery-haired pussy to me. Although her cunt hair 
was thick and lush, I could see the pink lips of her pussy easily. With one 
hand, she parted the silken strands, then the lips of her pussy were held 
open and I was staring at her tiny clitoris. "Are you trying to tell me that 
you don't want to fuck this pretty, hot pussy of mine? Is that it, Uncle 
Fulton? You know what I think ... I think you're one of those men who would 
rather lick and suck a girl's cunt than fuck it. Am I right, Uncle Fulton?" 

My tongue was thick inside my mouth ... I couldn't speak ... all I could do 
was stare at the cutest goddamn cunt I had ever seen. I could see the dew 
drops of her juices beading the coppery hair and the pink lips. I swear I 
could see those cunt lips actually twitch from that far away. 

"If you want to suck my cunt, Uncle Fulton," Sharon said softly, stroking a 
finger up and down her inflamed clitoris, "you would find me very 
cooperative. I like having my pussy licked and kissed ... It makes me come 
and come. See ... it's all moist and ready for your tongue, Uncle Fulton." 

As if in a trance, I stood up and started toward her. My cock was bulging 
from my pants now, throbbing with such force it was actually hurting me. I 
moved close to her, then knelt between her thighs. I placed my hands on her 
knees and felt the heat of her flesh ... and I gazed into that delectable, 
hair-lined cunt of my niece. 

"Kiss me, Uncle Fulton," Sharon urged, holding her pantie crotch wide for 
me. "Kiss my legs ... lick my thighs ... press your face into my hair-pie 
cunt and taste it. You'll like it, Uncle Fulton. I've been told my pussy is 
very nice eating." 

As though mesmerized, I lowered my face to her smooth, slender thighs. I 
pressed my lips to the right one, then started licking up and down the 
trembling thigh. Turning to her left thigh, I started kissing and licking at 
the smooth inner surface, working my tongue up until I was at her cunt. 
Then, unable to control myself any longer, I plunged my face into her pussy 
and started sucking and licking furiously. I pulled her tiny clitoris 
between my lips and worked my tongue all around it, then lapped down until I 
buried my tongue deeply into her clasping, tight, slippery cunt. 

"Ohhh ... Uncle Fulton!" She squealed in pleasure, grabbing the back of my 
head and holding my face tight into the steaming, hairy slit. "Yes, tongue 
fuck my hot cunt ... thrust it in and out ... fuck it ... suck it ... lap it 
... eat it! O God ... that's nice ... so nice ... Ohhh ... eat my pussy ... 
lap my cunt like a kitten lapping up water! Oh my ... you're wonderful, 
Uncle Fulton ... a beautiful cunt eater ... a wonderful pussy sucker ... 
lick ... suck...." I gripped her little-girl hips and tried my damndest to 
devour that tasty cunt of my niece. She had been absolutely correct ... her 
cunt was one of the most delicious that I have ever tasted. Sharon wiggled 
her rounded ass on the swivel chair, using one hand to hold the crotch of 
her panties aside for me and the other hand was working underneath her 
blouse, squeezing and pinching her swelling tits. With my tongue making 
alternate strokes into her cunt and then up to lick at her excited clitoris, 
I used my left hand to slip beneath her blouse and search for one of her 
titties. My palm lay across an erect nipple, and I began to squeeze it as 
she did the other one. Her hips began rocking up and down against my face, 
twisting and gyrating as her pleasure increased. 

"Ohhh ... I'm going to come ... come ... fuck me, Uncle Fulton ... tongue 
fuck me ... make me come ... ohhh, this is wonderful!" 

Then I felt her cunt lips contract around by thrusting tongue as she entered 
a wild climax. The slippery juices flowed from her, and I took them into my 
mouth, swallowing quickly as my tongue dipped and delved for more. When her 
orgasm receded, I went right back after another. My tongue rolled and thrust 
furiously into that steaming snatch of my niece ... licking ... sucking ... 
tasting. I opened my lips wide and circled her quivering cunt lips and 
sucked them completely into my mouth, my tongue fluttering insanely around 
her inflamed clitoris ... and Sharon experienced a second body shattering 
come. 

When I knew she was finished, I leaned back, sitting on my heels and looked 
at the devastation I had brought to her cute cunt. The coppery-colored hair 
was matted with a combination of her cunt juice and my saliva ... and was 
the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. 

I stayed there before her as she rested. Her hand had slipped from the 
crotch of her panties, but it did not completely cover her cunt. One sweet 
lip and plenty of pussy hair still showed. Finally she stirred, opening her 
eyes and looking down at me. 

"Your face is covered with cunt juice, Uncle Fulton," she giggled. "My ... 
if I had known you were such an expert cunt licker ... I'd have been after 
you a year ago." 

"You were right, Sharon," I told her. "You do have a sweet cunt ... the 
tastiest pussy I've ever eaten. And you were also right about me being a 
confirmed pussy licker. I'd rather suck a cunt than spoil it by sticking my 
hard cock up it." 

"We can talk about that later, Uncle Fulton," she said, grinning at me and 
petting the top of my head like I was some faithful pet. "Of course, now 
that you've licked me off, you'll have to fuck me someday. I'm not about to 
let you get away, Uncle Fulton. I saw that big prick of yours bulging inside 
your pants and if there's one thing I like ... it's a huge, hard cock!" 

I stood up then, and my niece stared at the still bulging prick inside my 
pants. She reached out and caressed it with her fingers, then cupped her 
palm around it and squeezed gently. 

"I suppose I should take care of this before I go, don't you think, Uncle 
Fulton?" 

"Would you be willing to...." 

"To suck it?" she finished for me. "You just let me get my hands on that 
cock, Uncle Fulton ... I'll suck your prick off like it's never been sucked 
before. Listen ... you can come in my mouth too, if you want. I don't mind 
... I like the taste of a cock squirting in my mouth. I've done it before, 
Uncle Fulton, but only with boys ... this is my first grown-up cock." 

Her fingers fumbled with my zipper and then she worked her hand inside my 
pants. She grasped my cock in her fingers and pulled it out into the open. 
Her eyes became large as she stared at it. My cock isn't all that big, but I 
understand it's a bit larger than most. 

My niece wrapped her fist around the thick thing and started jacking up and 
down. Her other hand caressed the swollen, sensitive head gently. For a few 
moments, she satisfied her curiosity about my cock, then leaned forward and 
pressed her full lips to the tip, kissing it moistly. 

"Oh, golly, Uncle Fulton," she said in a low voice. "This is going to be fun 
... it's so big ... so hard. You have a beautiful prick ... and such a large 
cock head. I bet you'll simply fill my mouth until it overflows, won't you?" 

"I'll come so much it will strangle you, Sharon," I said, excited beyond 
anything I had ever felt before. I sat down on the desk, with my cock 
standing straight up. 

Sharon pulled her chair close to me, her hand's fondling my prick as if it 
were the first she had seen. Still sitting in the chair, she leaned over and 
started licking her tongue up and down my cock, tasting me. Small whimpers 
came from her as she kissed and licked. My cock was throbbing so much I was 
afraid I would come before she started sucking. 

Finally, she licked her tongue up and around the swollen head. She tickled 
the dripping slit for a moment, then her lips parted and she sucked half of 
my cock down into her moist mouth. With her lips closed tightly around it, 
her head began to bob up and down, her tongue fluttering lightly, then 
stronger and harder as she sucked furiously. Her hands gripped my hips 
tightly as she sucked me. Although she was very good at cock sucking, I 
wanted to be in contact with her pussy. I slipped one of my shoes off, then 
raised my foot and removed my sock. And all this time, my niece didn't stop 
sucking furiously at my prick. Now, with my foot uncovered, I placed it 
between her thighs on the chair. Sharon, realizing what I was doing, opened 
her thighs wide and I poked my toe against the crotch of her panties. 
Wiggling it around, I was able to get inside the crotch. I moved my toe 
around until I had it shoved into her tight cunt. Now, with her sucking up 
and down swiftly on my prick, making moist, animal-like sounds. I fucked her 
cunt with my toe. Muffled sounds of delight came from her, and her mouth 
seemed to become tighter yet around my cock. I couldn't see her face, but I 
could feel what she was doing to me. Her ass squirmed around my toe and she 
started hunching back and forth against it, working my toe farther into her 
slippery cunt. I became so excited I couldn't hold off any longer. My cock 
seemed about to burst. Then, when my niece had her lips around the head and 
her tongue swirling at the slit, I began to squirt into her mouth. She 
gurgled, her throat working furiously as she continued twirling her tongue 
around the slit. I gushed and gushed into her mouth and down her throat. 
Sharon was very good at sucking a cock ... she didn't lose a fucking drop of 
my come. Every bit of the white thick stuff went straight into her stomach. 

After I was finished, my niece pulled her lips from my cock and leaned back 
in the chair, her head on the back of it, eyes closed. Her full lips looked 
bruised, and when I glanced down her body, I saw my toe still buried inside 
her pussy. 

"Golly," she said finally, opening her eyes and looking at me. "You sure do 
come a bucket full, Uncle Fulton. I didn't think your cock would ever stop. 
Oh, don't get me wrong ... I loved it ... I loved sucking it ... and I loved 
it coming in my mouth that way. And, God ... fucking me with your toe! I've 
done a lot of things before, but that's the first time I've gotten my self 
fucked by a toe! Wild ... weird ... and so fucking delicious!" 

Sharon and I had been with each other for almost two hours, and I wanted her 
to get home before my sister became worried. I showed my niece where the 
bathroom was and she went in to straighten herself up. When she returned, 
she was quite presentable and didn't give any indication that she had just 
gone through a wild session of mouth fucking. 

I was afraid for a few days, wondering if Sharon would mention anything to 
my sister. Although my sister and I had been sucking and licking each other 
for years, I wasn't sure how she would take it if she found out about me and 
our niece. Of course, Dory's husband was still away, and I still went to her 
house each morning after Sharon had gone to school. 

A few days after the incident with my niece, I was at my sister's house and 
we had stripped for action. Lately, we had been indulging in what is 
commonly called sixty-nine. After we were naked, I would lay on the floor 
and Dory would crawl on top of me ... with her hair cunt across my face, 
naturally, and her mouth down with my cock. 

I had my hands clutching her rounded ass-cheeks and my face buried as deep 
as it would go into her dripping cunt. My feet were toward the door, and my 
knees up, legs wide. My sister was gobbling, furiously at my prick, hanging 
into my balls with one hand. My tongue was shoved far into her moist pussy 
and my nose was brushing her asshole. I was so involved in sucking and 
tongue fucking my sister, that I didn't hear the front door open. In fact, I 
was so involved in licking her pussy, I didn't realize my sister had stopped 
sucking my cock and was struggling to lift her pussy from my face. 

"Let me go, Fulton," she screamed. "Sharon's here!" That broke through my 
inflamed mind. I jerked my hands from my sister's ass and shoved. Dory fell 
from me, sprawling on the floor, her legs flying wide apart. Quickly, my 
sister shoved a hand down in an attempt to hide her cunt. I sat up and 
crossed my legs, trying to conceal my still erect cock for some stupid 
reason. My niece had already seen the thing and sucked it once before, too. 
I suppose it was the shock of her walking in on us that way. 

"Aha!" Sharon said, staring at my sister and I. "I knew it! I told you I 
knew you were doing this with her, Uncle Fulton!" 

"Sharon, what are you...." Dory started to say, still hiding her pussy as 
best she could. She wasn't all that successful, because the curling hairs 
were peeking from her fingers. "Why are you home?" 

"Why ... to join in on the fun, naturally," Sharon said quite calmly. "Why 
should I sit on my ass in school when there's so much more nicer things to 
do here at home." 

"Sharon, you can't...." my sister stammered, her face flushed red with 
embarrassment. 

"Oh, yes I can!" Sharon said, walking around us, her eyes burning as she 
stared at our nakedness. "If you tell me I can't, then I suppose I'll have 
to tell my grandparents what you two are doing." 

"You wouldn't!" 

"I would, Aunt Dory," Sharon grinned wickedly. "And you know fucking good 
and well I would. But ... you let me get in on this fun and I might keep my 
mouth shut." 

My sister looked at me, panic in her eyes. "What are we going to do, 
Fulton?" she asked. 

"I don't know about you, Dory," I told her, "but I'm going to let our niece 
have some of my cock ... if she wants it." 

"You better fucking well believe I want it, Uncle dear," Sharon said. She 
stood in the center of the floor now, and she was removing her clothing. "I 
not only want to get my hot pussy sucked off again ... but this time you're 
going to have to fuck me." 

"Oh God!" my sister moaned, rocking back and forth, her swollen tits 
jiggling. 

Sharon was now standing there naked, all of her deliriously wonderful tits 
and cunt and ass exposed to us. Christ, but she was a real beauty ... and so 
young and tender ... and totally wanton and unashamed. 

She stood with her legs apart, and she was openly caressing her cunt with 
one hand, her hips arched forward. Dory stared at our niece with amazement, 
then she started to laugh. 

"God ... what a family!" she said. "Are we all crazy?" 

"No," Sharon said. "We aren't crazy ... you and I just have hot cunts, 
that's all ... and we mustn't forget that lovely hard cock of your 
brother's, must we?" She lifted a foot and gently kicked my upstanding cock. 
"We aren't crazy at all ... just hot-pantied." 

Then, without saying anymore, my niece threw one leg over my body and stood 
above me straddle-legged. She had her back to my head, and I was looking up 
at not only her finely rounded little ass, but the hair-lined lips of her 
cunt, too. I could see her hands pull and probe at her pussy as she looked 
down at my cock, then she started squatting down, her ass-cheeks spreading 
until her cute little asshole was exposed to me. Using one hand, my niece 
grasped my prick and brushed the head of it up and down her cunt lips, her 
body trembling with anticipation. 

"I'm going to fuck this lovely cock, Uncle Fulton," she said eagerly. "I'm 
going to stuff it up my cunt and fuck it until you come ... until you fill 
my pussy with every drop of your come." 

I watched as she lowered her cunt down, and then my cock disappeared all the 
way into her stretched pussy. 

"Ohhhh ... you're so big, Uncle Fulton," she cried out, her naked ass 
trembling as my prick filled her ever so tight cunt. "Golly ... this is 
great! I've never had such a huge prick up my twat! Oh boy ... fuck me ... 
fuck my little pussy with this monster ... fuck me good!" 

Fuck her my ass. She was bouncing up and down so energetically that I 
couldn't move in rhythm with her. She was squealing in delight as she 
gyrated her crotch here and there, the smooth muscles rippling in her widely 
spread thighs. I ran my hands down and cupped her ass ... feeling it ... 
fondling it ... squeezing it ... probing at her tiny puckered asshole. Young 
or not, my niece knew how to fuck a man. 

My sister watched us fucking for a minute, then she became so excited she 
forgot all about her fear and embarrassment. She crawled around so that she 
was facing our niece, her body between my thighs. I felt her hand fondling 
my balls while Sharon fucked up and down. It was such an intense sensation 
of pure pleasure I almost shot off into Sharon's cunt then and there. It was 
my first experience at having relations with two girls. And here I was, my 
niece fucking me and my sister playing around with my loaded balls. 

"Suck his fucking balls," Sharon shouted, her ass bouncing like an air 
hammer. "Lick his hairy nuts ... kiss them ... take his hairy balls in your 
mouth, Aunt Dory, and suck them ... while I fuck his big cock!" 

Then I felt the moist warmth of my sister's mouth on my balls. She sucked 
both of them into her mouth and I almost went out of my fucking mind. The 
sensations that flowed through me were so great I couldn't hold off any 
longer. 

"Come, Uncle Fulton!" Sharon screamed, her body shuddering as her pussy 
convulsed around my cock ... her orgasm so violent that her whole body shook 
and trembled. "Come ... come up my cunt! I'm doing it ... I'm coming ... I'm 
coming around your prick ... make it shoot ... make it squirt and fill my 
fucking hot snatch!" 

I began gushing then ... spewing my thick come like never before. I could 
feel my balls pull up tight against my groin, but my sister's mouth never 
released them once while I came off into my niece's spasming pussy. When we 
were finished, Sharon sat on me for a long time, her naked titties heaving 
as she struggled to regain her normal breathing, her ass shivering from the 
intense pleasure she had received. I felt my sister's mouth pull from my 
balls, and a cool breeze seemed to come over them. 

After a moment, my niece lifted her ass from my deflated cock and the semen 
started dripping from the lips. She lay down beside me, her legs wide apart, 
one of them thrown over my stomach. 

"Suck me, Aunt Dory," she said in a soft voice, her hands squeezing her own 
upthrusting tits. "Put your mouth on my cunt and suck your brother's come 
out ... stick your tongue up my twat and lick his come out of me." 

My sister whimpered, her eyes gazing at our niece's exposed pussy. Then, 
with a desparing cry, she flattened her body out between Sharon's thighs and 
hungrily started licking and sucking the coppery-colored pussy. I lifted 
myself up on my elbows so that I could watch my sister suck cunt. 

Sharon giggled softly, rocking her naked ass up and down, petting the top of 
my sister's head. She reached out and pulled my face down to hers, my lips 
pressing hard on her mouth. My niece's tongue shot forth, and I sucked on it 
while my sister lapped insanely at her cunt. And while I sucked her tongue, 
I played with a fine, upstanding tit. Sharon's hand wormed down underneath 
her thigh until she was gripping my cock, working it up and down until I 
once more had a bulging hard on. 

After a bit, my niece wiggled around until she had my cock stuffed far into 
her mouth. She didn't mind at all that it was still messy with her cunt 
juice, and while she sucked my cock, my sister licked her pussy to a couple 
of orgasms. Everything was so damned exciting to me, it wasn't long before I 
came off in my niece's mouth. She gurgled and swallowed every last drop of 
my semen, just as she had done in the office where I worked. 

Needless to say, there are no limits to which the three of us go now. 

My sister made Sharon promise to stay in school ... telling her that she 
could join us in the evenings and early afternoons when her husband was out 
of town. And of course, we had Saturday's and Sunday's together. As you may 
well know, Sharon, by this time, has used her mouth on my sister's cunt a 
number of times. 

No, I don't think either of them are lesbians. They enjoy cock too fucking 
much! It's because of the added thrills we get, I suppose. Sharon still 
dates boys at school, and on a number of occasions she's come home and my 
sister has sucked the semen from her pussy. I'm usually working on these 
occasions, but they tell me all about it when I get with them the following 
day. Sharon has proposed that her aunt go on a double date with her, but 
Dory has refused. My niece has also proposed that she bring me a pussy full 
of come some kid has shot up her snatch ... saying she would enjoy having me 
suck it out. But, hell, I'm not a cock sucker! I don't have any desire to 
suck some kid's come juice from her twat. 

Sharon is a wild little cunt. She can dream up some of the most impossible 
things for us to do. Most times my sister and I go along with it ... just 
for the excitement, you understand. 

She likes for the three of us to remain naked all the time, even when we 
have meals. Once, she had me stick my cock in a soft drink glass, then she 
drank it down. And on another occasion, she sucked my cock until I was ready 
to come, then held my prick over her glass of soda, making me gush out into 
it. I think it was crazy as hell, but she and my sister then shared the soda 
mixed with my come, giggling and saying it improved the taste of the coke. 

Where all this will end, I don't know. For my money, I don't see any reason 
that it should end. I can't speak for the girls, but I'm having the time of 
my life. 

From the foregoing revelation, we can see that the fourteen-year-old niece 
is quite a sexual young girl. Many of her practices are consid red 
perverted, yet, what is perversion? Certainly, in this day and age, 
oral-genital relations can't be considered a perversion. And, when we 
consider the intensity of the pleasure of the participants, can we consider 
their actions-no matter how strange and bizarre they may seem deviant? 

It would appear that this young niece is the aggressor in the incestual 
relationship, but when we examine the story more closely, both the uncle and 
aunt willingly agreed to whatever the young girl dreamed up. It is true that 
Sharon initiated relations with her uncle and aunt, but now that she is a 
full-fledged participant, she can in no way be considered the aggressor. 

Fortunately she is not obsessed with the genitals of her aunt and uncle, 
because if this were so, she would no longer be dating boys her own age. 
Unfortunately, Fulton and Dory do seem obsessed with each other. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

We now will examine a case of incest and oralism consisting of a mother and 
her daughter. 

This mother, a widow, apparently has a total lack of inhibitions and morals, 
which she instilled in her daughter at an early age. Melba, the mother, 
although quite attractive, does not consider herself pretty enough to enter 
into sexual relations with a man her own age. There is one thing-which she 
considers a defect-that she tries hard to conceal from people. When her 
husband was killed in an auto crash, she was injured severely, and now there 
is an unattractive scar just below her right breast. Her daughter, Joy, was 
not injured. The accident happened when Joy was two years old. 

Now, at the age of thirteen, she is becoming quite a beauty ... and, like 
her mother, she has no morals whatsoever. 

Melba is-and has been-a confirmed oralist for many years prior to her 
marriage, and she states that she and her husband practiced oral-genital 
relations almost exlusively. For a year after the accident, she tried to 
control her sensual emotions, and finally, giving in to them, she purchased 
a rubber dildo with which to satisfy her oral desires. This instrument is 
constructed in such a manner that the artificial testicals can be filled 
with any liquid substance she desires. 

Melba would take this artificial penis to bed with her at night, after first 
filling the testicles with warm milk or wine, and sometimes whiskey. There, 
in the privacy of her bed, she would make oral love to this rubber object. 

Melba tells of her actions, starting with the rubber dildo and bringing her 
actions up to date. 

I would take this rubber cock to bed with me. Sometimes I would fill the 
balls with warm milk, because that remined me more of man's come than 
anything else. 

I've glued some of my own hair around the base of the rubber cock and balls, 
and it actually looks real. 

Well, I take all my clothes off and crawl on top of the bed. I've got 
mirrors placed in strategic positions so I can watch myself while I love my 
rubber prick. I have a huge mirror at the head of my bed and one at the 
foot. Naked, I lay on my stomach and prop the rubber cock on the bed between 
the pillows. Using my imagination, I visualize the cock as real and attached 
to a man. 

While watching myself in the mirror, I lick all over the cock, moistening it 
nicely with my saliva. During this licking, I can gaze in the mirror and 
watch every thing I do, and the mirror is tilted at such an angle that I can 
see into the one at the foot of the bed. I watch the way my naked ass 
squirms around as my excitement grows. Then, as I get hotter, I spread my 
legs real wide so I can see my cunt. Of course, by now it's quite wet down 
there and the juice is literally running from me. Now I'm ready to start 
sucking the prick. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the nicely 
constructed head, fluttering my tongue around the small hole on the end. 

This rubber cock is quite large, and sometimes I have difficulty in getting 
all of it into my mouth. My lips stretch tightly around it, and I get such a 
wonderful thrill from mouthing the rubber cock, that my cunt is quivering 
madly by now. I can see not only the way my lips stretch around the cock, 
but I can also see my hairy snatch as I suck. 

Now, sometimes I spend hours just licking and sucking this rubber cock, and 
I enjoy five or six wonderful orgasms this way. Sometimes, to increase the 
pleasure, I will use one hand, reaching back to caress my naked ass while I 
suck. But it's quite important that I keep one hand on the rubber balls. You 
see, when my pleasure gets away from me, and my come is very strong, I have 
to squeeze the balls and make the milk-or whatever I've put in there--squirt 
into my mouth. 

I pull the cheeks of my ass apart and rub my asshole sometimes ... it 
depends on how I feel at the time. But my main pleasure is in sucking and 
licking the cock, not messing around with myself. And it isn't the fact that 
I make the cock squirt in my mouth that I want, either ... what I enjoy is 
just licking and sucking it. 

No, I don't have the desire to stick it up my cunt. I don't care for fucking 
hardly at all. I never enjoyed it much with my husband or the few boys I 
went out with before I was married. I was so happy when I discovered my 
husband was a confirmed cunt licker. That's what I like best as far as my 
pussy goes ... getting it licked ... but my mouth is my main pleasure. Call 
my mouth my pussy if you want ... that's the way I think of it. 

Sometimes when I'm out shopping, I keep my lips nice and moist, thinking how 
the men would react if they knew they were looking at my cunt instead of my 
mouth. On a few occasions, I've actually experienced an orgasm when some man 
looked at my face, because in my own mind, he was seeing my exposed cunt. 
No, I'm not an exhibitionist ... I might be, though, if it weren't for that 
fucking scar below my tit. 

But to get back to my rubber cock. When my daughter, Joy, started going to 
school, I began to wander around the house, doing my work naked. I always 
carried my rubber cock with me, keeping it clasped between my arm and side 
up close to my armpit. That way, it would become warm and I could imagine it 
as a real cock. During the day, I would stick it between my lips and suck on 
it while I did my household chores. 

Then, when Joy was about seven years old, she came home from school late. I 
asked her why and she said, "That little boy down the street made me go in 
the bushes and showed me his thing." 

"What thing?" I asked, innocently at the time. 

"You know, Mama," Joy said, pointing between her thighs. "The thing he has 
down there." 

"Oh...." I said, and immediately I could visualize the little boy's cock 
standing out of his pants. "What did you do, Joy?" 

"I couldn't do anything, Mama ... he had hold off my arm and wouldn't let me 
go until I felt of it." 

"Was it a big ... thing?" I asked my daughter, becoming quite agitated with 
excitement. 

"Oh, no! It wasn't even as big as my finger." Joy held her finger up to me. 

"What did you think of it, dear?" I asked. 

"I thought it was funny," she giggled childishly. "Why don't I have one of 
those, Mama?" 

"What would you do with it, darling?" 

"I'd play with it," she said in complete innocence. "I don't have anything 
down there to play with ... just a silly looking slit." 

"Would you like to play with a little boy's thing, dear?" I asked my 
daughter, becoming more excited by the minute. 

"If I said yes, you might hit me." 

I laughed at her, then scooped her up in my arms and hugged her tight to my 
tits. She squirmed and giggled, but she kissed my cheek. 

"I wouldn't hit you, precious," I told her, kissing her smooth little neck. 
"I think it would be fun to play with a little boy's thing myself." 

"You would?" her eyes became big and round. 

"I sure would, precious." Then I got the idea about showing my daughter the 
rubber cock. 

You see, before my husband was killed, we had discussed the pleasure we 
could have enjoyed if someone could watch us as we used our mouths on the 
other. When we talked about such things, I would become greatly excited ... 
and while I sucked my husband's cock off, he would talk about someone 
watching me, telling me how excited the person would become. If he said it 
was a man watching me suck his cock, he would be jacking off, wishing he 
could stick his cock into my mouth also. If my husband described another 
woman watching, then she would be naked and finger fucking herself while she 
watched the things I was doing. 

"Would you like to see what your mother has, precious?" I asked my daughter. 
"I have a thing, as you call it." 

"You have one between your legs, Mama?" she asked, her eyes huge and 
wondering. 

"Oh no," I laughed. "I have a slit just like like you down there ... but I 
have one in my bedroom. Would you like to see it?" 

"Can I play with it, too?" she asked. 

"Of course you can ... we both can play with it, darling." 

I let her down, and holding her hand, led her into my bedroom. She stared at 
the mirrors, and I told her, "I like to watch when I play with it." 

"Where is it, Mama?" 

"Right here, precious." I lifted the pillow where I had placed my rubber 
cock. 

Joy stood at the edge of the bed, staring wide-eyed at it. 

"Jeepers, Mama ... that's an awfully big one! Is it real?" 

"No, precious," I couldn't keep from laughing at her innocence. "It's made 
out of rubber. See ... it even has hair on the balls." 

"Balls?" 

"Yes, dear," I picked up the rubber cock and fondled it. "These things here 
are called balls ... the long part is a cock, or a prick, whichever you want 
to call it ... it isn't a thing." 

"Can I touch it?" 

"Of course," I handed it to her. 

Joy took the rubber cock in her hand and felt all over it, and just watching 
her play with the prick created an intense excitement in me. She squeezed 
the balls a bit, and some of the milk still inside squirted out the small 
hole. 

"What's that?" she giggled. 

"Milk ... that's what I put in the balls. When you squeeze them, the milk 
squirts out just like a real live man's cock would do. See...." I squeezed 
the balls and made it squirt. "A real prick ... the real thing on a man, has 
hair and squirts like that when you play with it. But I'm afraid a little 
boy can't do that." 

"If it isn't real, how do you play with it, Mama," she asked. "Like a doll?" 

"Well, in a way ... would you like to see me play with it? I mean ... what I 
do with it?" 

"Can I? Ohhh ... yes, let me see!" 

I was so excited, I had trouble getting out of my clothes. My little 
daughter stared at me after I was naked, her eyes glued to the cunt hair. I 
explained to her that when she was older, she would also have hair around 
her slit. 

"Once your little pussy get's hair around it, precious, you'll have boys 
hanging around you like bees after honey." 

Naked now, I placed the rubber prick between the pillows as I usually did. I 
crawled up on the bed and got into position so I could see myself, then I 
started licking the rubber prick with my tongue. I could see my daughter's 
big eyes in the mirror, watching everything my tongue did. Finally, I opened 
my mouth and closed my lips over the rubber cock and started sucking up and 
down on it. My cunt was twitching with intense excitement, and I had to stop 
sucking for a moment to bring myself under control. 

"Look what this does to me, darling," I told my daughter, pointing to my 
naked ass. "Look between my legs ... see how wet my pussy gets." 

Joy moved down and leaned over, staring between my widely spread thighs. 

"Jeepers, Mama," she said. "You didn't pee, did you?" 

"No, darling," I laughed again. "My cunt gets that way when I suck on this 
cock. When you get old enough, your little pussy will get wet like that, 
too." 

I lifted my mouth back to the cock and started on it again. Joy watched from 
her position at the foot of the bed, seeing my lips move up and down the 
cock, then glancing back to my exposed pussy. The simple act of having her 
observe me brought me to a tremendous orgasm, and my pussy twitched and 
convulsed wildly, much to the amusement of my daughter. After I had come, I 
sat up on the bed, crossing my feet in front of me. 

"Would you like to try that, precious?" I asked her, hoping that she would. 

"I can't get that thing in my mouth, Mama ... it's too big." 

"I know, dear ... but you can lick and kiss it, can't you?" 

"Want me to take my clothes off ... like you did, Mama?" 

"Of course, dear ... it's so much better when you're naked." 

I watched my daughter strip her clothing off, and when she removed her 
little panties, I thought she had the sweetest looking little cunt a girl 
ever had between her thighs. Of course, there wasn't a hair on it, but I 
wasn't interested in her pussy for sexual enjoyment. I was only interested 
in her being naked as I was ... and licking and sucking on the rubber cock. 

She crawled up on the bed and assumed the same position I had been in. She 
put one hand on the balls and then started licking her tongue up and down 
the way I had done. 

"Open your legs, precious," I instructed her. "That way you can see your 
little cunt at the same time." 

Joy did as I directed, and while she sucked and licked on the rubber cock, I 
watched her pussy closely. Of course my daughter couldn't take the cock into 
her mouth, but she did wrap her lips around the very tip. Her eyes sparkled 
with excitement, and as she sucked the tip, I reached out and pressed on the 
balls, causing some of the milk to squirt into her mouth. 

"Swallow the milk, precious," I told her, making the cock spurt a few times 
for her. 

Joy whimpered then, and much to my surprise, she tried to take the huge head 
into her mouth. Her eyes became glassy and her little naked ass twisted 
about on the bed. I leaned over and looked between her open thighs, and to 
my amazment, saw her tiny cunt lips convulsing. 

Then she pulled her mouth away from the rubber cock. 

"Jeepers!" Her eyes were huge and round with surprise. "What happened to 
me?" 

"I believe you just had an orgasm, darling," I said, just as amazed as my 
daughter was. I read someplace later on that a young girl such as Joy could 
actually experience an orgasm. "Was it good?" 

"Oh ... wow! It felt awfully good, Mama ... could I do that again?" 

"You might ... go ahead and try." 

Joy went after the rubber cock now with determination, and although it took 
her almost half an hour, she did achieved another climax. 

I found so much enjoyment of having my daughter watch me suck the rubber 
cock, that she was with me constantly after that. She began sleeping in my 
bed with me, and we would take turns using our mouths on the thing. Being so 
young and quite inquisitive, Joy wanted to examine my cunt and tits. There 
was no reason I should refuse her, and she probed and poked her little 
fingers into my cunt and felt of my titties. She discovered my clitoris and 
how much pleasure it gave me when she tickled it. I had her spread her legs 
wide and tickled her tiny clitoris so she would see the fun it gave her. I 
told her that if she played with her pussy long enough, using her hands, 
then she could bring herself to a come that way, too. Immediately she had to 
try this, and while I watched her, with the rubber cock stuffed into my 
mouth, my daughter masturbated her sweet little pussy. by the time she was 
nine years old, she was sticking things up my snatch while I sucked on my 
rubber cock. I taught her all I knew about sex, and when she said she wanted 
to stick things into her own cunt, I went out a bought a tiny rubber cock 
for her. 

That very afternoon, she wanted to try it out. We went into a bedroom and as 
soon as we were naked, she had her lips wrapped around the smaller rubber 
prick and sucked every inch of it into her mouth. But of course, this wasn't 
the reason I had purchased the thing. 

"You stick it in my pussy, Mama," she said, spreading her legs wide and 
arching her tender cunt up into the air. "You shove it up my snatch and fuck 
me with it." 

I reached out and spread the lips of her virgin pussy, then tried to shove 
the little cock into her. But Joy's cunt was dry ... and the thing wouldn't 
go no farther than just the head. 

"Wait ... let me make it slippery for you," I said. I leaned back and thrust 
the tiny cock into my own cunt, working it in and out. "I'll just fuck 
myself with it and get it nice and slippery for you, precious." 

She watched me, then became so heated she wouldn't wait any longer. 

"Now me, Mama!" she squealed with anticipation. "Fuck me with it ... hurry 
and fuck me, Mama!" 

I pulled the now thoroughly slippery rubber cock from my cunt and slipped it 
between the lips of her pussy. It was easier now, and I gently shoved it in, 
not wanting to injure her. But, unknown to me, my daughter had already been 
working her fingers around inside her pussy until she had no hymen left. The 
cock slipped easily into her, and then I began fucking her with it. Her 
little naked ass started squirming all over the place, and I had to place a 
hand on her pussy mound to hold her still. She was squealing with pleasure, 
her cunt rocking up and down, fucking back against my hand and the rubber 
prick. It didn't take much of this friction before she came. 

After that, my daughter would want me to fuck her with the tiny cock 
frequently. I don't mean to say that she preferred having it inside her 
pussy to the thrills of sucking on it. She enjoyed sucking it better than 
fucking it. 

Sometimes, we would lie side by side on the bed and suck the two pricks 
together. I always enjoy that. Seeing my daughter have fun that way was a 
big thrill to me. 

One day, Joy said she would like trying something new. 

"You suck the big cock, Mama ... and I'll fuck you with the little one." 

As I mentioned before, I don't much care for getting fucked, but if that's 
what she wanted, I didn't mind. So, while I lay on my stomach and sucked the 
larger of the cocks, my daughter knelt at my naked ass and fucked my cunt 
with the little one. I watched her in the mirror, and she really enjoyed 
plunging the cock into my twat. I lifted my hips into the air so she could 
have a better access to my cunt. And while she fucked me with the little 
cock, she reached underneath my stomach and began stroking my clitoris. 
Before I knew it, I had such an orgasm, my whole naked body shuddered until 
the bed rocked on the springs. 

Then, while I was recuperating from the tremendous come, I was amazed to see 
my daughter pull her rubber cock from me and plunge it into her mouth. The 
thing was slimy with my come juice, but apparently this was what she was 
after. She sucked the little rubber prick furiously, rocking her naked pussy 
back and forth. I could see that those sweet cunt lips were convulsing as 
she came. 

After that, Joy always wanted to fuck me with her tiny rubber cock before 
she sucked it. She told me that the cunt juice on it made it all the more 
tasty and exciting to her. Maybe you could call her a pussy eater by proxy, 
I don't know, but she never once expressed the desire to suck my pussy ... 
and I never had the desire to lick her hairless little twat, either. Our 
sexual enjoyment came from licking and sucking those rubber pricks ... not 
eating pussy. 

A few weeks after that, my daughter and I discussed what fun it would be if 
we had a real cock to suck on. We were lying in my bed, and while I thrust 
her tiny rubber cock in and out of her cunt and sucked on my larger one, we 
told each other of what we would do with a real boy or man's cock. Of 
course, the more we talked about such things, the hotter we became. 

I didn't think anything would come of our talking. I figured it was just 
another method we had fallen into to arouse ourselves to feverish 
excitement. But Joy thought nothing of the kind. She was determined to get a 
real cock to suck on. 

Then, a day or so later, my daughter came home leading this kid by the hand. 

"Mama," she said. "This is Bobby. He lives on the next block." 

"Hello, Bobby," I said, looking quizzically at my daughter. The boy she had 
brought home was hardly older than she was ... maybe a year at the most. 
Bobby was a frail, shy kid, and he stammered a lot when he spoke, which 
wasn't very often. He was very shy, and I had the impression he was 
frightened. Not of me or my daughter, but frightened of everything in 
general. 

While the young boy stayed in the living room, I pulled my daughter into the 
kitchen and said, "Joy, have you been fucking around with this kid?" 

"Just a few times, Mama," Joy said with a wide smile. "He's so afraid of 
everything he didn't try to stop me. Let's have some fun with him." 

I hesitated for only a moment, then agreed that if the boy would be willing 
to play with us, then I would allow it. I had no qualms whatsoever about 
sucking a little boy's cock. In fact, I prefer it ... because they don't 
come off in my mouth. As I said, my enjoyment comes from sucking the cock, 
not swallowing the semen. 

My daughter and I returned to the living room to find the kid sitting 
bashfully on the couch. I sat down in a chair and Joy sat next to him. I 
tried to draw the kid into conversation, but he was noncommittal. 

After a few minutes, my daughter said, "Bobby .. let me play with your 
little cock. Mama won't mind." 

Bobby turned red as a fire engine, but he didn't once look me in the eyes. 
He stammered something under his breath and fidgeted nervously on the couch. 
But my daughter wasn't about to take no for an answer. When she started 
rubbing her hand up and down his crotch, the kid just sat there silently, 
brick red and didn't try to stop her. 

"It's getting hard, Mama," Joy squealed, giggling childishly. 

She pulled his zipper down and reached into his open fly and pulled out a 
small prick. It was, as she said, hard. It wasn't much larger than my 
finger, but he had been circumcised when a baby and the head of his prick 
was nicely swollen. My daughter wrapped her fist around it and jacked it up 
and down a few times, then she pulled his fly open farther and pulled out 
his tiny balls. She toyed around with them for a minute or two, then went 
back to jacking him. 

"This is all I've ever done with him, Mama," my daughter informed me. "I 
can't get him to touch my cunt or ass. When I showed my pussy to him, all he 
will do is look at it." 

"Bobby," I said as gently as I could. I was already getting quite heated 
between my thighs from watching my daughter play with his cock. "Don't you 
want to play with a girl's pussy?" 

The kid's lips worked, but there was no sound. He just sat there, with his 
cock and balls hanging out, flushing deeper and deeper. 

"Maybe Bobby is one of those boys who would rather play with another boy's 
prick, Joy," I told my daughter. 

"You mean, he's a boy cock sucker?" 

"That's possible ... there are many of them around." 

"If I was a boy," my daughter informed me with a giggle, "then that's what 
I'd be ... a boy cock sucker!" 

Joy continued fondling and caressing Bobby's prick, and the longer I 
watched, the hotter I became. Finally, I could stand it no longer. I stood 
up and went to the bedroom and brought back out two rubber cocks. I handed 
my daughter hers and then sat back in my chair. I shoved the huge prick into 
my mouth and lifted my dress around my waist. I threw open my thighs and 
pulled the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my hair-lined cunt to the 
boy and my daughter. I had hoped that when he saw my pussy and the rubber 
cocks, he would become more aggressive ... all he did was stare at my pussy. 

"Let's go in the bedroom, Mama," Joy said, pulling the boy to his feet. She 
grabbed his hard cock and led him to my room with me following. 

The kid was so embarrassed-or frightened-that my daughter had to undress 
him. When I say the kid was blushing, I mean he was blushing. His whole 
naked body was red. He didn't make a whimper when my daughter placed him on 
the bed with his cock standing up in the air. Joy removed her clothing, and 
when she was naked, she crawled on the bed with him. Immediately she lowered 
her face to his' little prick and started sucking on it. I saw the kid 
tremble, but he still didn't say a word. He had one arm over his eyes, but 
when I became naked, he did peek at my body with one eye. 

I got onto the bed with them and stretched out so that I could watch my 
daughter suck his cock. My pussy was wet and dripping from the erotic way 
her lips stretched around his prick, and the manner in which her face bobbed 
up and down. I reached out and cupped his small balls in my hand while my 
daughter sucked him. 

"Let me, precious," I said to my daughter. "Let me suck him for a while." 

Joy pulled her mouth away and I ran my tongue up and down his saliva-wet 
little prick. I can't tell you the sensations that were running through my 
body and mind then. All I can say is that my pleasure was intense from 
having a real live cock inside my mouth again. I sucked his prick into my 
mouth and began to nibble and lick and suck furiously. 

Then it was my daughter's turn again. 

We kept right on taking turns on his prick with our mouths until it began to 
become dark outside. Then we had to let the kid go home. After he had left 
us, my daughter and I stayed on the bed and talked it over. She was quite 
excited about sucking a real cock for the first time. We also discussed the 
merits of a grown man's prick in comparison. 

The following afternoon, when she came home from school, my daughter brought 
the kid back with her. Only this time, he wasn't quite as bashful. Oh, he 
still acted very frightened, but he took more of an interest in what Joy and 
I were doing with him. In fact, he became interested enough in touching 
first her little hairless cunt, then mine. Although he didn't say it, I had 
the impression he preferred my pussy to my daughter's ... he spent an awful 
long time playing with the cunt hair and dipping his finger in and out of 
the slippery hole. 

"Kiss my cunt, Bobby," I said to him, not really caring whether he did so or 
not. All I wanted to do was make him more active with us. "Put your face 
against my pussy and lick it with your tongue." 

All he did was shake his head. 

"All right, if you don't want to taste my cunt, how would you like to fuck 
me?" 

Apparently that was quite agreeable with him. I lay back on the bed and 
instructed him to get between my legs. My daughter then took hold of his 
cock and guided it to my hairy pussy, and when his little prick was inside 
me, I started hunching my naked ass up and down, telling him to do the same. 
After a few inept attempts, the kid got the idea and he started fucking 
nicely for a ten-year-old kid. Neither of us came off, but it was exciting 
because my daughter was watching it. Then Joy wanted to get fucked by him. 

That kid may have been bashful and quite frightened, but his little prick 
stayed up nice and hard for over an hour. He stuck his cock-which was 
slippery with my cunt juice-into my daughter's hairless pussy and they 
started fucking as if they had been doing it since the day they were born. I 
held his little balls while he pumped his naked ass up and down. I leaned 
down between their legs so I could watch all that sweet fucking between 
those two little kids, and I had my rubber cock shoved into my mouth and I 
was having all kinds of delicious little orgasms. 

After he grew tired of fucking her, my daughter and I again took turns 
sucking his cock as we had the day before. Only this time, while I was 
sucking him, he would finger and rub my daughter's cunt ... when Joy was 
sucking him, he would finger fuck me. I even tried to get him to suck her 
pussy, thinking maybe he didn't want to do it to me because of the hair and 
wetness, but he wouldn't do it to her, either. I guess the kid just wasn't 
cut out to be a cunt licker. 

We used this little boy for well over six months, and not one time did he 
ever kiss our cunts. He did become a bit more aggressive, but only when he 
was fucking us. He was always so passive and quiet when we were sucking him. 

Then, when Joy was ten years old, she came home with a kid around fifteen. 

"Hi, Mama," she said, grinning impishly as she introduced the boy to me. 
"Look ... this is Steve. He's got a whopper of a cock on him." 

The boy grinned boldly at me, his eyes moving up and down my body. This kid 
wasn't bashful. No, he had experience, even at that age. 

"Hi," he said, then startled me by reaching out and squeezing one of my 
tits. "You've got a pretty nice daughter here." 

We sat down in the living room, and Joy told me about the boy. 

"Steve's got a real big reputation in high school," she said, her eyes 
gleaming brightly. "I heard the girls talk about him. When I approached him 
and told him that I would like for him to show me his cock, he said I was 
nuts ... that I was too little to know about things like that." 

"Yeah ... that's what I said," Steve replied. "And I thought she was, too. 
That is, until she reached out and took hold of my prick. That was when she 
said she'd like to suck me off." 

"I did, too ... didn't I?" Joy said, her eyes twinkling merrily. "I even let 
him come in my mouth, Mama! Oh boy ... I really liked that." 

There was something about Steve I didn't like. He was too bold ... too 
knowing ... too confident in himself. I was afraid he would be trouble for 
us ... and as it turned out, I was right. 

"Your daughter says you're a cock sucker," Steve said blandly. "Is that 
right?" 

"That's possible," I remained noncommittal with him, trying to decide what I 
should do. He was already involved with my daughter, which I didn't like one 
damn bit. I wasn't sure I wanted to become intimate with him ... or have my 
daughter continue doing things with him. 

"You know," he said, staring openly at my straining tits. "That was the 
first time I ever had a ten-year-old girl suck me off. But then again, I've 
never had my cock sucked by a grown woman, either. If you can suck cock any 
better than your daughter, you must be an expert." 

While Steve was saying this, he took my daughter's hand and placed it over 
his crotch, rubbing her palm up and down it. Joy sat there, grinning from 
ear to ear. 

I suppose when I noticed my daughter unzip his pants and pull out his cock 
that was when I should have stopped this. But when I saw the boy's hard, 
throbbing prick, all those thoughts fled, leaving me with a tremendous urge 
to get my lips and tongue on that thing. It wasn't all that big, as it 
seemed to my daughter. Actually, Steve's prick was a normal sized one, but 
to Joy, since all she had to compare it wit was the tiny one of Bobby, it 
must have looked enormous. 

Joy stroked her small fist up and down the pulsating prick, her eyes 
gleaming at the swollen, smooth head. A bit of his juice dribbled from the 
slit there, and Joy leaned over, shoving her tongue between her lip and 
licked it up. The boy patted the top of her head, hi eyes burning into mine. 

"Stand up, Joy," he said to my daughter. "I want to take your clothes off. 
Let's get a look at that little cunt of yours. I don't remember ever seeing 
a little kid's pussy before." 

My daughter stood complacently before him, and the boy removed every stitch 
of her clothing. Then, when she was totally naked in front of him, I watched 
as he ran his hands over her body ... feeling her non-existent titties ... 
rubbing her small ass ... shoving his hand between her thighs and fingering 
her hairless cunt. Joy stood there obediently. I was surprised at her silent 
acceptance of this kid. It wasn't like her at all. 

"That's a sweet cunt, kid," Steve said after a moment, shoving my daughter 
aside roughly. "Someday you'll have a bit of hair around it and make a good 
fuck. But right now, I want to get a look at your mother's hairy snatch. 
I've never seen a grown woman' pussy, either." 

"I ... I don't think ... I believe this has gone far enough," I said to the 
boy, finally deciding he was a bi too dangerous to mess around with. "You'd 
better leave." 

"Naw, lady," he sneered. "Your kid here said you were a good cock sucker and 
that I could fuck you .. I'm not going anywhere until I get a blow job from 
the two of you and maybe a piece of ass." 

"You aren't getting anything from us," I said sharply. "You better leave 
now." 

"Listen, lady ... you know what the penalty is for messing around with a kid 
your daughter's age? No ... I think I'll get what I want ... from both of 
you!" 

There it was ... the very thing I should have cautioned my daughter about. 
Exposure would create problems for us ... I would lose my daughter maybe, we 
were caught in a trap of our own making. 

"Get out of your panties, lady," he ordered, running his fingers up and down 
my daughter's pussy as she sat uncomprehendingly next to him. "Let's have a 
look at your hairy cunt." 

Trembling, I stood up and did as he directed. When I was naked, he told me 
to walk toward him. "And make those titties jiggle, baby ... and swing your 
ass like you were hot to fuck." 

When I finally stood in front of him, Steve had me spread my legs and he 
felt my pussy, then plunged his finger between the lips. While he finger 
fucked me, he continued rubbing my daughter's clitoris. His cock was 
standing out of his pants, jerking insanely. Joy reached for it and started 
jacking him off while he fingered the both of us. Although I was scared, I 
couldn't take my eyes from that lovely prick of his. My mouth was watering 
and I slowly began to sink to my knees in front of him. 

I stared for a moment at my daughter's tiny fist working up and down his 
cock, then leaned forward and sucked the deliciously swollen head between my 
lips. My brain seemed to be on fire at the fullness his cock made in my 
mouth. My pussy started twitching insanely, and right away I began to 
experience explosive, yet tiny, orgasms. I ran my tongue over the tip, 
tasting the slimy juices as they dripped from the slit, then I shoved my 
lips down as far as I could, feeling his cock head probe the entrance of my 
throat. My daughter's hand was still beating up and down on the other half 
of his cock, and she was whimpering and squealing with growing excitement. 

"Don't let him come off, Mama!" she cried out. "Don't suck his come out ... 
let me ... let me take his come ... I want to swallow it!" 

I mumbled something in reply, but she couldn't understand what I said 
because my mouth was stuffed with hard, lovely cock. I was so excited by 
having a huge prick in my mouth after all these years, I was a bit greedy. 
In fact, I was so excited I forgot all about technique. All that mattered 
was the wonderful thrill of having my mouth stuffed again by a throbbingly, 
wonderfully live cock. 

"I'm going to blow, lady," Steve gasped, arching his cock farther into my 
stretched lips and mouth. "You want my come ... or does the kid get it?" 

As I mentioned before, the taste of a man's come doesn't do much for 
me--just sucking and licking the hard cock is all I wanted. When I felt his 
prick swell up farther yet and began to jerk, I lifted my mouth from it 
quickly. 

"Take it, Joy," I said, grabbing for the base of his cock with my fingers. 
"Hurry ... it's ready to squirt!" 

My daughter dove her face downward, opening her lips wide. I leaned over so 
I could watch her swallow his come. Her lips hardly fit around the swollen 
head, but she succeeded in closing them just at the ridge. 

"Suck ... suck my cock, you little cunt!" Steve moaned, grabbing the back of 
her head and holding her there. "Drink my come ... Ohhh ... here it is! 
Tickle the slit with your tongue while I shoot off in your cock sucking 
mouth!" 

Joy, unable to truly suck him, worked her lips on his gushing prick. I saw 
her throat swallowing and she made moist, gurgling noises in her throat. Her 
eyes were wide open, round and staring ... yet unseeing. 

They were glazed as her tiny, naked body shuddered in convulsions. 

After she had swallowed his load, she leaned away and smiled happily at me. 

"Jeepers!" she said in a small, almost awed voice. "That's what I like, Mama 
... what I like best of all ... tasting that thick, delicious come!" 

"Did you come, too, precious?" I asked her. 

"Oh ... did I? Ooooo ... it was great!" 

"Why don't you two cock suckers knock off the shit?" Steve said smugly. "In 
fact, why don't you and your kid, here, take my clothes off? Lady ... 
between you and your daughter, I'm going to have me one hell of a fucking 
time!" 

Afraid he would talk about this, I did as he wanted. Joy and I soon had him 
stripped. Steve stretched out on the living room floor and told us to play 
with his cock and balls until it got hard again. So, with my daughter on one 
side and me on the other, we fondled and caressed his cock. 

"Now," he said when his prick was standing up rigid, "I believe I'll have me 
some of that hairy cunt you have between your legs, Lady. You just squat 
your naked ass over me and fuck, hear?" 

I would much rather have had him tell me to lick and suck his prick, but was 
afraid to refuse his order. I straddled him and squatted down. 

"You, kid ... you, hold my cock for your mother. Lady, hold your cunt lips 
wide open for my prick." 

Joy and I did what he wanted, then I squatted down, taking his cock all the 
way into my cunt until our pubic hairs mingled. My daughter leaned across 
his stomach so she could watch. 

"Now, fuck me ... and do a good job!" 

I began lowering and raising my naked cunt on his cock, my titties jiggling 
from the motions. I had some feeling of pleasure by fucking this insolent 
little bas tard, but I believe it came mostly from having my young daughter 
watch me. I was beginning to get tired of bouncing up and down on his cock 
... my thighs became weak and I was afraid I would fall from him. I had been 
fucking him for almost twenty minutes before he started coming off inside my 
cunt. I felt the thick stuff gush out and splatter around the walls of my 
pussy, but although I fucked him to discharge, I did not experience even the 
rumbling of orgasm. 

"Now, kid," Steve said when I had lifted my ass from his deflated cock, "you 
just start licking my cock clean. Lick all that come and cunt juice from my 
cock and balls. Do it real good, now ... and I might give you another drink 
of my come before I go." 

I watched as my daughter ran her tongue all over his limp prick and hairy 
balls, and when she finished, there wasn't a trace of moisture there. After 
he had rested a while, during which time the bastard had me make him 
sandwiches and bring him a coke, he once more told my daughter to suck him 
off. I would much have preferred sucking him to the point of ejaculation, 
than letting my daughter take his load, but the bastard wouldn't let me. He 
made me squat at the side and watch her suck his prick while he fingered my 
cunt. 

After my daughter had drained his cock now for the third time, the mother 
fucker left. That night I warned Joy about bringing strange boys home with 
her and that she should be more discreet in approaching boys with the idea 
of sucking them off. 

Although Joy came home from school alone the following day, it wasn't but an 
hour later that Steve showed up. He had no sooner walked into the house when 
he ordered my daughter and I to get naked. I was still afraid he would talk 
and cause trouble for us, so we complied, although I was unwilling. For some 
reason, Steve had decided he wanted to fuck my daughter. 

"I just know she's got a nice tight little cunt there," he said, working his 
finger in and out of her pussy. 

"Your cock is too big, Steve," I told him, alarmed that he thought such a 
cock could go into a small child like Joy. "You'll hurt her. 

"No ... I'll be real easy." 

"Let him, Mama," Joy said with excitement. "I've only been fucked by that 
little kid, Bobby. I can take Steve's cock ... you'll see." 

"Well ... but be careful, Steve. Please ... don't hurt her." 

He placed Joy on the couch, pulling her legs so that her little ass hung 
over the cushions. He stretched her legs wide and then, on his knees, he 
shoved his hips forward. I was afraid he would injure my daughter's tiny 
cunt, and I sat beside her and held his cock so he wouldn't thrust to 
brutally into her. With my other hand, I opened the tender lips of her pussy 
and made sure he entered her easily. 

"Jeepers!" Joy groaned. "My cunt feels so stretched, Mama! Ohhh ... it's 
awfully big ... I don't know if I can ... Ohhh ... it hurts now! Take it 
out! Oh, please, take your cock out ... it's killing me ... I can't do it 
... it hurts terrible ... make him stop, Mama ... please!" 

"Pull out!" I cried, trying to shove his hips away from my daughter's pussy. 
"Take your cock out of her ... can't you see it's hurting her?" 

"Fuck off, lady," Steve said angrily. "This is the tightest cunt I've ever 
found ... I'm gonna fuck her good!" 

I beat at his chest and shoulders, but it was futile. Joy was crying now 
with the pain, but the boy fucked in and out of her pussy with total 
unconcern about the punishment the sweet little girl was taking. He gripped 
the cheeks of her small ass and held her crotch high, his balls banging 
against them as he plunged time and again into her. Finding my efforts to 
dislodge him did no good, I leaned close to my daughter and hugged her 
tightly to my naked tits, trying to comfort her while the beast ravished her 
little-girl pussy. I kissed her tear-stained cheeks and caressed her naked 
stomach, trying to soothe some of the pain away. She was trembling with the 
pain and fear he created in her. I believe I could have killed that punk kid 
then and there. 

Although it lasted only a few minutes, it seemed like he had been fucking 
her for hours before he finally came up her twat. After he finished with 
her, he dressed and left. Fortunately, we never saw him again. Maybe he 
became frightened at what he had done, I don't know. 

My daughter sprawled on the couch, her thighs wide apart with his semen 
dripping from her abused pussy. I used a damp cloth and cleaned her, then 
brought a pan of water and splashed it into her cunt. I didn't want a trace 
of his nasty come inside her. After she was clean, I examined her pussy and 
saw that it was fiery red, the lips swollen and the tiny, sensitive clitoris 
seemed to have been flattened between the folds of her cunt. I petted her 
pussy gently, then put some soothing salve on it. 

Joy was unable to go to school the next day. Her cunt was raw and she had to 
walk around the house straddle-legged. I believe the brutal rape only 
confirmed her convictions that sucking cock was best of all sexual 
relations. 

Three months ago I met this nice man my own age. After I had dated him for a 
month, we started feeling around each other. Not wanting to become involved 
with some puritanical son of a bitch, I told him of my sexual desires and 
preferences. He was delighted, saying that he would rather have his cock 
sucked any day than fucking a pussy. Once we understood each other, I let 
him come home with me and spend the night in my bed. 

Brady was very gentle with me, and when I introduced him to my daughter the 
following morning, he took an immediate liking to her, and she to him. After 
our first night together, Brady was staying with me three or four nights a 
week. 

I always told Joy about the things we did during the night, and she would 
become quite excited. When she asked me to let her get in on the fun, I was 
a bit hesitant. You see ... I was beginning to fall in love with this man. I 
didn't want it spoiled and I was afraid he would think my daughter and I 
were some kind of monsters if he knew the things we had been doing. I 
explained all this to my daughter, but she begged me to tell him about us. 

I was very surprised when Brady took it without hardly any surprise. Then he 
confessed to me that he had lost his own wife and daughter two years 
previously in much the same manner that I had lost my husband. He also 
confessed to me that his wife was a confirmed cock sucker and that their 
daughter was the result of the one time they had fucked. He said that his 
daughter had been similar to my own ... that she had sucked his prick off 
many times from the age of five until her death at fourteen. He told me of 
all the times his wife and daughter licked and sucked on his prick together, 
and that the one thing he regretted about the things they did was the fact 
that his wife and daughter also enjoyed sucking each other's cunts. He 
didn't go for homosexual stuff, he said. I told him that Joy and I didn't 
either, but that we were both thoroughly aroused by sucking on cocks ... 
that I could experience orgasm only by sucking cock, and now that Joy was 
thirteen years old, she too, was having orgasm, but hers came at the instant 
a man shot his load into her mouth. 

That very night, after our confession period, I called my daughter to us in 
the bedroom. Brady repeated the things about his wife and daughter he had 
told me, and Joy was delighted. Immediately she stripped naked and got into 
bed with us. There is also another fact about Brady ... he loves to suck and 
lick pussy. Now ... this doesn't do much for me, but my daughter had 
developed a tremendous liking for having her pussy licked. 

Sometimes Brady and my daughter eat each other while I watch, but mostly 
it's me sucking and licking his huge prick while he sucks her cunt. When 
he's about ready to come, then my daughter takes it down her throat. 

Who knows, I might marry this man. He's so kind and gentle ... and loves the 
things my daughter and I do to him. Of course, Joy would be quite happy if I 
married him. 

There is a classical case of an over-sexual mother introducing her young 
daughter to the joys of sex. As the student can see by the mother's story, 
there appears to be plenty of mother love involved. It is quite reasonable 
to understand the young girl believed that she was being taught properly. 

Any child who has been initiated into the shadowy pathways of sex by a 
parent will. normally believe this to be right, especially if there is trust 
between them. Whether it is right or wrong for a parent to teach sex to 
their own children in such explicit manners is not for me to say. It is true 
that the strong oral desires of this mother and daughter can be considered 
deviant in that they forego all genital-to-genital contact. Oral relations 
as such are not considered perverted, unless they are practiced as a means 
to the whole enjoyment of sex ... as an end in itself, such as Melba and her 
daughter do. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Donna is a twenty-one-year-old brunette beauty who became addicted-if that 
can be considered the correct terminology-to oral-genital relations at the 
age of fifteen. 

For six months after the lose of her virginity, at the age of fourteen, 
Donna habitually engaged in sexual intercourse with any boy who requested 
such activity. Even then, she was a strikingly lovely girl with swelling, 
firm, thrusting breasts that set the young swain's mouth to salivating. With 
a narrow waist and flat stomach, she would take great delight in walking 
about the streets in miniskirts that were just then coming into popularity, 
switching and undulating her compact buttocks for the enjoyment of the 
head-swiveling males. It is quite possible that she realized a strong 
exhibitionist urge even then. 

I mention exhibition because Donna is now active in television commercials 
and also works as a nude dancer in a popular bar. That unusual combination 
may seem unusual, but the bar where she works is quite selective in its 
clientele, allowing only television and advertising executives admittance, 
therefore keeping her nude dancing relatively secret except in the "Trade." 

She states she can't remember actually being a sensuous person prior to the 
loss of her virginity, but once that chore was over, she suddenly blossomed 
into a highly sexual female. The boy who received her dubious treasure was 
about her own age, and he was the exclusive recipient to her beautiful body 
for about a month afterward. Then Donna sought new fields to conquer. Once 
she had become intimately knowledgeable with the young boy's body, she began 
to be curious about other males. 

Then, one evening a week after her fifteenth birthday, she found herself in 
an alley with a man twice her age. It was not that Donna usually allowed 
herself to be accosted on the streets by strange men, but when this 
particular individual made his pass, Donna found herself going with him 
willing. 

I went with this man, I think, because I had never yet had a grown man. It 
was mostly my curiosity about a man as compared to boys, I guess. Anyway, 
when he started talking to me, I suddenly decided that if he asked me to go 
with him, I would do it. 

Of course, I knew such a thing was dangerous. A girl can't be too careful, 
you know. There was one thing about me at that age I hated. Although my body 
was fully developed, my face was that of a child two or three years younger. 
I hated it with a passion then, but as you can see, it has become an asset 
for me now. 

Well, I went with this man expecting to get myself fucked good and proper by 
him. When he asked me to go into the alley with him, I went along. Hell, I'd 
already been fucked-by boys-in just about any place you can name. It was 
about eight o'clock in the evening, and very dark. The weather was chilly 
and I was wearing a heavy coat over my skirt and sweater. I didn't mind the 
cold, because I knew once this man started probing that big cock of his up 
my cunt I'd warm up fast enough, even if he wanted me bare-assed naked. 

We stopped near a bunch of garbage cans and I leaned against the brick wall 
while he pressed against me. He fumbled around with my tits and pulled my 
coat open. His tongue was half a foot down my throat when he started feeling 
me up. By the time he had my skirt bunched around my waist and his hands on 
my ass, I was steaming. My cunt was twitching and seeping and my panties 
were soaked. When he shoved his hands down the elastic waistband of my 
panties and felt my naked ass, I almost went into convulsions then and 
there. 

He was leaning tightly against me, and I felt his cock swell up and poke at 
my stomach. I wormed a hand between us and gripped it beneath his pants. I 
had a hard time playing with his prick that way, but when he leaned his hips 
back a bit, I pulled his zipper down and hauled his cock out. That was 
better ... now I had my fingers wrapped around it. He had a pretty large 
prick on him, and I was almost delirious with anticipation. I actually 
thought I could feel my pussy lips stretching wide to take that thing inside 
then and there. 

Pretty soon, the man worked his hand around inside my panties until he had 
it cupping my quivering cunt. He rubbed at my clitoris for a few moments, 
then as I spread my thighs for him, he inserted one finger and set up a 
fantastic finger fuck for me. My emotions were overwhelmed by what he was 
doing to me, and I was gyrating my ass and dancing around on his finger, 
already having deliciously little orgasms. I had been finger fucked many 
times, of course, but only by young boys my own age. This guy knew what the 
fuck he was doing! He had me whimpering and dancing around on the thrusting 
finger so frantically, I was about to piss and shit and come all at the same 
time. 

I was jacking his cock with a frenzy ... not to make him come off in my 
hand, but because I was so excited I couldn't do anything else. I ran my 
palm over the smooth head and thrilled at the way the little warm moisture 
there coated it. I rubbed the sticky stuff all over his cock, and my hand 
worked much easier on it then. 

"Come on, Mister," I begged him, squealing as another exquisite come sent 
ripples of pleasure up and down my spine. "Take my panties off and let's 
fuck! I want this big dick up my twat ... shove it in me, Mister! Stop 
fucking around with your finger ... I want to get fucked!" 

"Christ, kid," he said, grunting with passion. "You're a hot little twat ... 
how old are you, thirteen?" 

"What's the difference?" I said to him. "I've got a cunt, haven't I? My 
snatch has got hair around it ... it's getting wet, isn't it? Well ... you 
just going to fuck around with your finger, or are you going to give me some 
cock?" 

"Yeah, kid ... I'm gonna give you some prick," he grunted, stabbing his 
finger deeply up my snatch again, then pulling it out. He wiped his finger 
on my sweater, right across my titties. "But you ain't gonna take it in your 
cunt ... you're gonna suck me off!" 

"Hey ... just a fucking minute," I cried. "What is this? You a queer or 
something?" 

Crazy as it may sound, and although I had fucked half the neighborhood boys, 
I still thought sucking cock was strictly a homo thing-none of the boys had 
ever asked me to do such a thing. 

"Yeah, I'm queer, kid ... queer for having a little girl like you blow me," 
he said harshly. "Get on your knees!" 

"Fuck you, buddy," I said, straightening my panties and skirt. "I'm not a 
queer. Shove it up your ass ... I'm leaving." 

He gripped my shoulders in his hands, his fingers digging brutally into the 
tender flesh on each side of my neck. I cried out with the pain, but he 
forced me down on my knees in front of him. His cock brushed across one of 
my cheeks, and I felt the trail of wetness the swollen head left there. He 
shoved my head against the brick wall, then holding his prick with one hand, 
he rubbed it back and forth over my lips. I kept them closed tightly, but he 
was smearing my mouth with his slippery juice anyway. 

"Open up, kid," he growled at me. "Open up them sweet lips and taste some 
real cock ... either you open your mouth, or I'm gonna shoot my come right 
in your fucking face!" 

I didn't want that to hapopen. I was afraid the stuff would get into my hair 
and from experience, I knew I would have the devil of a time getting it out 
before I went home. I say experience because a couple of boys shot off on my 
cunt hair before they could get their cocks inside me. Let me tell you, it's 
almost impossible to wipe the stuff out of your hair with just a tissue or 
hanky. If I went home with come juice in my hair, my old man would have been 
sure to see it and whip my ass until I couldn't sit down for a month. 

So, deciding I had better open my mouth, I felt him rub his cock head over 
my teeth, then I opened them, too. Immediately he shoved his throbbing cock 
into my mouth so far I choked and sputtered around it. I tried to protest I 
was having trouble breathing, but my mouth was too full ... too crowded with 
cock and my swollen tongue. 

"Suck it, kid," he growled at me again, holding my head now with both his 
hands. "Suck my cock ... make me come ... come in your mouth!" 

I was unable to move my head because he was holding me tightly, and my lips 
felt as though they would split at the corners. I couldn't move my tongue at 
all because his prick was too big. Once he understood I couldn't use my 
tongue on him, he started fucking me in my mouth. Tears were running down my 
cheeks, and my knees were being scraped by the loose gravel and dirt of the 
alley. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the entrance of my 
throat and I was afraid I would become sick. 

After he had been fucking into my mouth for about two minutes, something 
happened to me. I mean ... something strange seemed to effect my emotions. 
His cock was warm and hard, throbbing heavily inside my mouth, and I could 
taste the slimy juice that oozed from the slit every time he pulled out so 
that just the head of his prick was between my lips. I became aware that my 
titties were so swollen they were about to burst. My nipples were erect and 
extremely sensitive against the cups of my bra ... my ass was swaying of its 
own accord ... my ass-cheeks were clenching, then relaxing ... and I could 
feel the spasms of those deeply hidden muscles way inside my cunt ... pussy 
juice was running hotly down the insides of my thighs. I was excited! 
Tremendously excited. I found that by being fucked in my mouth this way 
brought a greater intensity to me ... to my already overheated passions. 
Pleasure rippled throughout my body, and I began to whimper while he fucked 
in and out of my lips ... only now I wasn't whimpering from humiliation or 
pain ... my whimpers were of pleasure ... of steaming ... rampant ... insane 
desire. 

I lifted my hands and placed them on his still covered ass, my fingers 
clawing at his butt. I tried to twist my head ... wanting desperately to 
move my lips over and around his prick ... to use my tongue on that bulging 
surface ... to make him gush his come into my mouth. My lips seemed to have 
hoarded every sensitive nerve of my body, and every delicious taste bud on 
my tongue cried out silently for the taste of his prick. Almost mindless 
with the exquisite pleasure I was experiencing in my mouth and cunt, I 
clutched at his ass and tried to suck more of his cock into my mouth, 
wanting him to bang his groin against my nose. 

Then it happened. 

The guy's cock jerked a few times in my mouth and then he was doing it ... 
he was squirting spasmodically into my mouth! I went numb then ... numb all 
over my body with the exception of my lips, mouth, tongue and pussy. Those 
particular areas were alive with sensation ... delightful sensation. By the 
time his second spurt erupted into my mouth, my cunt exploded with the 
greatest come I had ever had. My mouth became over-filled with the thick, 
squirting juice, and I began to swallow quickly. For some reason, I found 
myself counting the number of times he squirted into my mouth. I counted a 
total of five delicious loads, then just as he released my head and I 
started to pull away, I received the sixth ... but after those five powerful 
ones, this was nothing. I flickered my tongue across the dribbling slit and 
sucked it up, then I slumped in exhausted amazement at what had happened-not 
only was I amazed that I had willingly, no, eagerly, sucked his prick, but I 
was amazed at the wonder of it all ... stunned by the impact of my own 
orgasm during his ejaculation. 

I watched the man take a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his cock 
with it, then he zipped up his pants. He looked down at me for a moment, but 
it was too dark to see much. I was sprawled on my ass, leaning against the 
brick wall, still trying to sort out my emotions, wanting to understand what 
the hell had happened to me. 

"So long, kid," the man said, then left me sitting there. My coat was open 
and my short skirt was high. I glanced down and saw the white blur of my 
panties. Then, for some stupid reason, I pulled the elastic waistband away 
from my waist and ran my other hand down inside my panties. I found my cunt 
wetter than it had ever been in my entire life. It was still quivering from 
the intensity of my orgasm, and when I gently touched my clitoris, I thought 
the fucking thing was going to jump clear out of my panties. I dipped a 
finger inside my pussy and brought it out again. I smelled at the sticky 
juice there, but couldn't detect any odor whatsoever. Then, still stupidly, 
I touched the tip of my tongue to my finger and tasted my own cunt juice. It 
didn't do a thing for me. 

Slowly, I got to my feet and started toward the street at the end of the 
alley. I had a lot to think about now. I had been fucked many times ... and 
I wanted to think about that. I had just sucked a cock for the first time in 
my life ... and I wanted to think about that. I wanted to think about the 
relation between fucking and sucking pricks ... wanted to try and understand 
why I had reacted the way I did ... why my body reacted ... the reason my 
cunt had exploded so forcefully when he came in my mouth ... the reason my 
lips and tongue had become so damn sensitive with his cock in my mouth. 

I hated to go home, but there was no place else I could go. We lived in a 
walkup apartment in the seedier part of town. My father was a bum who spent 
most of his time swilling beer ... purchased with the welfare checks we 
received twice a month. I wouldn't find myself alone at home. The place was 
small, and I had to share the tiny bedroom with my thirteen-year-old sister, 
Sue. Still, it was the only place I could go. 

"Where the hell have you been?" my father yelled as soon as I walked in the 
door. "You know what time it is, you little slut?" 

I didn't answer him, already used to his outbursts. 

"It's nine thirty," he said, sipping from his ever present bottle of beer. 
"If you been out laying the boys, I'll take a strap to your ass, young 
lady." 

I passed him and went directly to my bedroom. I had no desire to arguing 
with him now. I had too much to think about. I turned on the small, dim bulb 
and saw that my sister was asleep already. I quickly undressed, and since we 
didn't even have the money for nightgowns, crawled under the worn out old 
blankets in just my panties. It was cold in the bedroom and I snuggled up to 
my sister for warmth. For a long time I thought of what had happened to me, 
and came to the conclusion that I would try it with one of the boys in the 
neighborhood ... if one would let me suck him off, that is. You see, using 
your mouth on someone--boy or girl-in our neighborhood was considered to be 
homosexual sex. Of course, I know better now. 

I remembered I had left the light on, and was just about to get out of bed 
to turn it off when Sue squirmed around. She was on her back, and she threw 
one leg out sideways, and her thigh went between my legs. She sighed in her 
sleep and her thigh suddenly pressed against my pussy. 

Sue and I, like most sisters who shared a bedroom, had played around with 
each other on occasions, you know ... feeling each other's twats and that 
sort of childish stuff. Well, when her thigh pressed up tightly against my 
still damp cunt, it seemed as though an electric shock went through me. I 
shivered and, hardly knowing what I was doing, began to rock my cunt back 
and forth on her thigh, feeling the tingling sensation down there. I forgot 
all about the light then, and just rubbed my cunt back and forth on her 
smooth, warm thigh. I tried to control my breathing as my passions grew, 
laying as still as possible with the exception of my hips sliding back and 
forth. 

Then, I became aware of a slight, furtive motion beneath the blankets. I 
moved my hand around and discovered that my sister was rubbing her cunt 
through her panties. 

"Sue?" I whispered. "Sue ... are you awake?" 

She didn't answer me, but she continued to rub her fingers up and down the 
crotch of her panties. The delightful sensation in my own cunt was becoming 
almost unbearable by now. I could feel an orgasm swelling and boiling inside 
my pussy and knew that I would come in just a moment. 

"Sue?" I whispered again, wanting her awake so that I could tell her what I 
had done that night. "Sue ... wake up! Please, Sue ... wake up!" 

I ran a hand up over her stomach and cupped one of her firm, hard little 
tits. I played with her nipple for a moment, then squeezed the small tittie 
in my palm, keeping up a steady rhythmic pressure on her tiny tit then and 
slipped my hand down her stomach. I shoved my fingers into the waistband of 
her panties and started reaching for her pussy. 

"Ohhh...." She whimpered then, pulling her own hand away from her cunt. 
"Donna ... Donna ... do it to me! Rub my pussy for me ... make me come, 
Donna ... please ... finger me ... finger my cunt!" 

I trailed my fingers over her scant cunt hair and located her pulsating 
clitoris. I pinched it a few times, then slipped my finger down so that I 
could shove it up her twat. Sue wasn't a cherry. I knew all about her first 
fuck over a month previous. I began to finger fuck her then, and she pressed 
her thigh hard against my pussy. She squirmed her ass about wildly, and then 
I knew it would be a good time to talk about what I had done. If she was 
hot, she wouldn't accuse me of being queer. 

"Listen, Sue," I said, taking my finger out of her cunt and holding my ass 
motionless on her thigh, "I want to tell you something. I sucked a man's 
cock tonight ... a grown-up man! I didn't want to do it, but he made me ... 
and you know what happened? He came in my mouth, Sue. He made me suck his 
cock until he came ... shot his load into my mouth and down my throat. I 
swallowed his come, Sue!" 

"Donna! You didn't!" she said in surprise. 

"Yes ... I did." 

"Oh, how could you do that?" she whispered. "That isn't nice ... you know it 
isn't. A girl is supposed to take a prick in her cunt ... not her mouth." 

"I don't care, Sue ... I did it! I sucked his cock and let him come in my 
mouth and I swallowed his come juice! And that's not all ... I liked it, 
Sue! I liked it so much I came off, too!" 

"No!" 

"I did." 

"You ... liked it?" 

"Oh, yes! It was wonderful ... I'm going to suck one of the boy's cocks 
tomorrow ... if I can talk one of them into it." 

"Donna ... you can't do that!" 

"Oh yes I can! Listen ... it was good ... very good. When he came in my 
mouth I came, too. I counted his squirts ... five times he spurted in my 
mouth. I don't count the sixth one ... it was just a dripple ... like thin 
water. But, oh, that thick come was delicious!" 

She didn't say anything for a while, then she started writhing her ass about 
again. I shoved my finger back up her cunt and fucked her with it, rubbing 
my pussy on her warm thigh again. Then an idea came to me. 

"Sue ... Sue, I want to try something," I whispered. "Let me ... let me do 
it to you. I want to see if it's the same ... please ... let me use my mouth 
on your cunt." 

"Donna ... what a thing to say! Surely, you don't ... you aren't queer, are 
you?" 

"No ... at least, I don't think I am," I answered. "But, Sue ... I've got to 
find out. Please ... let me do it!" 

"Gosh, Donna ... we never did anything like that before," my sister said 
with doubt in her voice. Her eyes were huge as she stared at me. "It's okay 
to sort of feel around with each other ... kind of explore the other's cunt. 
But to use your mouth ... Gee, I don't know." 

"I'll stop if you don't like it, Sue," I urged, working my finger around her 
pulsating clitoris furiously. I shoved my head underneath the blankets 
before she could protest. I slipped her panties off her legs and feet, 
letting them stay at the foot of the bed. When I opened her legs, my sister 
didn't resist but actually moved them farther apart. I leaned my face down 
close to her stomach, almost changing my mind about sucking and licking her 
snatch. I felt her flesh quiver, then I lay my cheek down on her cunt hair. 
The strands were soft, but they tickled my face. I turned my head so that I 
was pressing my lips down on her swelling pussy mound. Then I shoved my face 
between her thighs and before I could change my mind, I kissed her cunt. It 
was moist from all the finger fucking I had been doing to it, and the hairs 
tickled my nose. I shoved my tongue between my lips and licked the tip up 
and down her smooth slit. Sue trembled, but she didn't try to stop me. 
Excitement at what I was doing created pleasure in my mind and body, but I 
wasn't getting the same sensation in my cunt as I had when I sucked the 
man's cock off. In other words, I was mentally aroused, but not physically, 
if you know what I mean. 

I placed my hands on her hips, then wormed my tongue between her fleshy 
pussy lips and fluttered it around her swollen, hard little clitoris. I was 
doing all this by instinct, and when I got my lips between her cunt lips, I 
sucked the small, sensitive clitoris between them. I chewed it gently with 
my teeth, but kept my tongue fluttering around the tip. My sister started 
rolling and twisting my tongue fluttering around the tip. My sister started 
rolling and twisting her ass about, and I could hear her sobbing and 
whimpering through the blankets. Her hands came down and gripped my head, 
holding my face tightly into her pussy. Leaving her clitoris, I licked my 
tongue once more down her slit ... all the way to the swelling cheeks of her 
little ass. Using the flat surface of my tongue, I then licked both those 
cunt lips at the same time ... past her clitoris and into her pussy hair. 
Sue was writhing in eager lust now, and I slipped my hands over her 
trembling stomach and, with my fingers, I parted the lips of her cunt. 
Holding her pussy open, I stabbed my tongue into the warm, moist hole. I 
began fucking my tongue in and out of my sister's cunt then, and she 
squirmed insanely at the pleasure I was giving her. Slick juices flowed from 
her pussy and I had to swallow them when my mouth became full. I was still 
not aroused physically, but emotionally I was in a heated turmoil of 
passion. I let her cunt lips close around my mouth and I tried to shove my 
tongue all the way up her slit. I have a short tongue, and I found it 
impossible to tongue fuck her properly. Still, I was able to bring her to a 
wonderful orgasm. I felt her cunt tightened around my tongue, and I set up a 
tremendous suction while I licked her twat. Then, like a vise of flesh, my 
sister's pussy went into body shuddering spasms, her crotch rocking 
furiously about my face and mouth. Still guided by instinct, I used my 
tongue to swirl around her clitoris until she finished her come, bringing 
her down gently ... tenderly. 

"Well?" I asked when I had come out from beneath the blankets. "How was it, 
Sue?" 

"Gosh, Donna ... I ... it was ... Gee ... Ohhhh...." 

"You liked it, huh?" I grinned. 

"Oh yes!" 

I lifted the blankets and looked at her tiny titties. They were swollen hard 
and the pink little nipples were very erect. I touched one, and my sister 
shivered. 

"Don't ... they're too sensitive right now," Sue said. 

"Was that better than getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Is a tongue better 
than a cock, Sue?" 

"Gosh, Donna," Sue whispered in the dim light, her eyes large and filled 
with wonderment. "I didn't know anything could feel so good!" 

While my sister slept beside me, I mentally agreed with her ... only my 
thoughts were that nothing had ever tasted so good! Oh, I don't mean to day 
I became a pussy licker ... oh, no! Cock was-and still is-my preference. I 
still, if the occasion pops up, lick a twat now and then. 

About a week later, I had accomplished my desire to suck the cock of one of 
the neighborhood boys. It wasn't difficult at all, but I was quite 
humiliated by him. As I said before, kids then thought it was queer for a 
girl to give them blow jobs. When I casually leaned down in the boy's lap 
and started sucking, he began calling me all kinds of names. 

We were underneath the stairs of the apartment building. I don't remember 
his name, but he was about my age. I had pulled his prick out and was 
playing around with it while he fingered my pussy. It wasn't the first time 
with this boy ... I had let him fuck me numerous times. We were sitting on 
the floor, leaning back against the wall. My panties were off and my skirt 
up around my waist. We didn't spend much time on kissing and stuff like 
that. Both of us wanted cock and pussy ... not a bunch of tongue wrestling. 

Well, I had his cock out and was jacking him off slowly, sort of letting 
things build up. I knew he would try to stop me when I started sucking his 
prick, so I wanted him almost ready to come before I took it into my mouth. 
He started squirming around on the floor after a short time. 

"Come on, Donna ... let's fuck." 

"Wait ... let me jack you a bit more first." 

"Listen ... my cock is going to blow anytime." 

He was right, of course. I could feel his prick swelling and throbbing in my 
hand. It jerked powerfully and I knew I had to start immediately if I didn't 
want a handful of his come. Quickly, before he knew what I was doing, I 
leaned over and, without licking the hard prick the way I like to do, I 
stuffed it into mouth and started sucking furiously, hoping that the 
pleasure my lips and tongue gave him would make him sit there until I got 
what I wanted out of his balls. But that wasn't the case. 

"What the fuck you doing, Donna?" the boy cried out in a muffled voice. "You 
gonna suck me?" 

"Ummm ... ummmm...." was all I could say. 

I clamped my lips tightly around his throbbing prick and slid them as far 
down the shaft as possible, feeling the swollen head probe the entrance of 
my throat. My pussy was almost in convulsions as I sucked up and down 
swiftly on his cock, my tongue moving like a whirlwind. My mind was almost 
gone ... pleasure rippled over my stomach ... my asscheeks clenched tightly 
with sensation. The boy curled his fingers into my hair and tried to lift my 
mouth from his cock, but I struggled against him. I wanted to suck him off 
so terribly much then, I don't think he could have torn my mouth away no 
matter what he did. 

"You fucking cunt!" he shouted, not caring about where we were ... that we 
could have easily been caught by half the people in the apartment house. 
"You stinking twat ... what the hell you doing? I ain't no cock sucking 
queer! Stop ... take your mouth away ... you dirty little cock sucker ... 
mother fucking whore!" 

I didn't mind him calling me a cock sucker, but I'm not a whore ... I never 
have been. I don't charge for sucking prick ... or fucking, either. I do it 
because I love it ... can't live without it now. 

Anyway, I kept my lips around his cock, although he was creating an 
excruciating pain in my head by the way he was pulling my hair. Maybe I got 
to him, I don't know ... but pretty soon he stopped trying to dislodge my 
mouth and just slumped there, panting heavily and let me finish him. The tip 
of my tongue was pressed tightly against the little slit in the middle of 
his cock head when he started coming. The thick stuff squirted ... I gurgled 
and swallowed, dipping my mouth down on his spewing cock eagerly. I could 
hear myself whimpering and mewling as I drank his come. His hips writhed on 
the floor, and he had one hand flat on my back as he ejaculated into my 
mouth. My pussy was going through a series of uncontrollable spasms now. I 
was coming just as furiously as he was ... the slimy stuff running hotly 
down my thighs and puddling on the floor beneath my naked ass. 

That boy sread the word around that I was a queer ... a dirty little cock 
sucking cunt that would rather suck than fuck. Hardly two days had gone by 
when I found myself in demand. Let me tell you, half of those punks in that 
neighborhood were hypocrites. Every time one of them cornered me someplace, 
it wasn't a fuck they were after ... they were after a blow job! 

I think I sucked over half the hard cocks in that neighborhood during a 
period of six months. Of course, I was considered the neighborhood queer, 
but I didn't give fat turd. I was smarter than they were ... I knew that a 
girl who enjoyed giving out blow jobs wasn't a queer. I knew that a boy who 
sucked prick was the queer, not the girl. 

I should mention that during this time, I was still licking my sister's cunt 
about twice a week. I didn't do it because I had a special liking for pussy, 
but because she wanted me to do it. I didn't notice at first that she had 
stopped hiding in corners with boys. 

This went on for about two years, then when I was seventeen and Sue was 
fifteen, we were in bed and whispering about the things we enjoyed best-sex 
things, naturally. She told me that she had tried sucking a boy off and 
didn't like it. She didn't mind having a hard cock in her mouth-it was his 
ejaculation she didn't like. 

"Why do you like sucking cock so much, Donna?" she asked me. 

"I really don't know, Sue," I answered her truth fully. "It just seems 
better than taking it inside my pussy. I don't want to get pregnant like 
that girl last year ... and sucking a cock off is the best way to prevent 
that from happening. But that isn't all of it. Something happenes to me when 
I take a prick in my mouth. I can't explain it ... but it makes me feel 
good. But I feel better when the boy comes in my mouth. When that happens 
... I can't keep from coming myself. My pussy just quivers and squinches up 
and there it comes." 

"Does your cunt do that when you lick me?" 

"No ... strangely, it doesn't." 

"Then ... you don't really enjoy eating pussy, do you, Donna?" 

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I do like it ... but it doesn't do what sucking a 
thick, hard cock does." 

"You still let the boys fuck you, don't you?" Sue asked. 

"Sure ... but not as often." 

I felt my sister's fingers brushing up and down my pussy. I still had my 
panties on then, and she ran her palm over my crotch, cupping it with her 
fingers curled at my ass. 

"Do you think I'd enjoy sucking a cunt, Donna?" 

"Maybe," I told her. "But you don't like cock sucking, you said. Of course, 
a girl's pussy doesn't come like a prick ... you might enjoy eating hair 
pie, Sue. Want to try it?" 

"I've been thinking about it for months," Sue admitted. "Yes ... let me 
taste you ... let me kiss and lick on your pussy. If I don't like it, well 
... I'll have to go back to fucking, I suppose." 

"No ... not if you don't want to. You said you enjoy having your cunt 
licked. If you don't like to fuck, or suck a cock ... then you can always 
find some girl who is willing to lick you off ... maybe a guy will do it 
someday." 

"Can I try it, Donna? Can I try eating your cunt ... to see if Hike it?" 

"Sure," I said, slipping my panties off and letting them drop to the floor. 

I lay on top of the blankets, with my legs spread out wide. My sister 
crawled between them and for a moment, she just leaned down and looked at my 
snatch, working her fingers over it gently. She pulled the lips apart and 
exposed my clitoris. She rubbed the sensitive bud with a thumb for a moment. 
Then she shoved her face down into my crotch and kissed my pussy. Her face 
was almost concealed by the thick, silky strands of my pussy hair, with just 
her huge eyes glistening up my body. I felt her tongue move out and then I 
shivered as she started licking my clitoris. I caressed her head while she 
licked her tongue up and down my slit, then she probed the tip between the 
lips and shot it deep into my pussy. 

"Ohhhh...." I groaned as the sensations of pleasure rippled through me. 
"That's the way, Sue ... tongue fuck me ... yes ... squeeze my tits!" 

One of her hands slipped up my twitching stomach, then she clutched one of 
my swelling titties and began to pinch and roll the nipple about. She cupped 
the tit and squeezed it-hard. I groaned with the pain, but it was delicious 
pain ... not a cruel, brutal type of pain at all. Sue's eyes gleaming 
through the cunt hair became misty as she licked and sucked my pussy. Her 
tongue twirled and fluttered ... her lips sucking and kissing. I could feel 
her hot breath on my steaming clitoris and I knew she was intending on 
tongue fucking my cunt until I came. Her free hand slipped beneath my ass 
and she clutched one cheek, lifting my crotch high in the air to give her 
mouth better access to it. 

It seemed as if her tongue was buried all the way up my snatch ... probing 
... searching ... burning. It was the first time I had ever had a mouth used 
on my pussy, and I was wild with the exquisite pleasure she was giving me. 

Then I came off. 

My pussy quivered excitedly, then it went into those wonderful spasms of 
sensations as I started flowing and jerking my ass about insanely. Even 
after my first come, Sue didn't let up. Her tongue went right back for more. 
She nibbled at my clitoris ... stabbed her tongue into my sopping pussy ... 
her fingers digging into the crack of my ass ... brushing up and down my 
clenching asshole as she licked ... sucked ... nibbled ... kissed ... 
bringing me to another orgasm. 

Finally my sister pulled her mouth from my overworked cunt, her face smeared 
with the sticky juices. She crawled up next to me and lay her head on my 
titties, her hand gently massaging my still twitching cunt. 

"I liked that, Donna," she whispered. "I really enjoyed licking your cunt. I 
came, Donna ... I came when you did." 

"Now you know what you like," I said. 

"What a family," Sue sighed. "No mother ... a beer swilling, bloated old 
fart for a father ... a cock sucking sister ... and now ... a cunt licker." 

"Don't worry about such things," I told her. "When you get older, Sue, 
you'll find out everything is for the best." 

My sister and I continued eating each other for the next two years. She now 
no longer allowed a boy to fuck her, nor would she suck them off. She told 
me she had fallen in love with me, her sister, and that she never wanted to 
do anything with another person-girl or boy. I must admit that Sue became a 
confirmed Lesbian during that time ... with me as her choice of partners. 

During that two years, I finished school and found a job, moving out of the 
slovenly hole I had grown up in. 

Then, when Sue was seventeen, she came to my apartment one night in tears. 
She told me that our father had gotten drunk and came into the bedroom she 
now had alone and forced her to fuck him. It was outright rape. Sue didn't 
want to fuck anyone, let alone that bastard of a father we had. After he had 
fucked her, he still wasn't satisfied. The son of a bitch then made her suck 
his cock off. Sue had become violently ill when he came in her mouth ... so 
ill she vomited all over his cock and balls. That made the old fart so mad, 
he beat her with his fist until she was black and blue. 

She stayed with me that night, and after I had helped her clean up, we made 
gentle love to each other. The following day, I went with her to gather up 
what clothing she had and she moved in with me. I couldn't convince Sue to 
stay in school-she had six months to go before graduation. In a sense, you 
could say we became Lesbian sister-lovers, although it was on my sister's 
part-not mine. 

You see, I had been dating this guy for a few weeks and with my sister 
living with me, it sort of cramped my style. 

"Don't mind me, Donna," Sue said when I told her of this. "You go ahead and 
date the guy. I know how much you enjoy sucking cocks ... and I like pussy. 
Of course, I can't say I'm not jealous of him. But, I guess I have to be 
realistic about it. After all, we are sisters." 

When the guy came to the apartment and met my younger sister, he took a 
liking to her right away. I could see the way he looked at her when I was 
getting ready to go out. I knew it wouldn't do him any good ... my sister 
wanted cunt-not cock. 

After our date, the guy brought me home and I had him in for coffee. We were 
on the couch-Sue was in the bedroom asleep-and he started messing around 
with me. I had his cock out of his pants in a few moments and was jacking it 
up and down. 

"She won't wake up, will she?" he whispered to me, one of his fingers shoved 
up my cunt. 

"No, I don't think so ... why?" I teased. 

"Because my cock is about to go off, that's why!" 

"My, it is hard, isn't it?" I squeezed his prick. "It would be a shame to 
waste all that delicious come, wouldn't it?" 

"Suck me, Donna," he urged, trying to pull my head down to his lap. 

"What if my sister woke up? What if she came out here and saw me with a 
mouthful of prick?" I teased him. 

"So what? I've got enough prick for the both of you." 

"Maybe she doesn't like cock." 

"Then you've got all that cock for yourself, baby," he said, pulling my face 
down. I didn't resist him, either. 

I lay my cheek on his thigh and looked at his cock. He had a nice, big, 
thick prick ... the type I love to suck best. I unbuckled his belt and 
pulled his pants and shorts to his feet, the I crawled onto my hands and 
knees on the couch with my face directly above his prick. Leaning down, I 
started licking my tongue up and down his cock, using the tip to swirl 
around his hairy balls and then up the fat tube on the underside. At the 
swollen head I fluttered my tongue around, licking at the seeping come that 
beaded up from him. I felt his hand on my back, then he began to inch my 
skirt up until he had it at my waist. I wiggled around a bit so he could 
slip my panties to my knees, knowing he liked to play with my naked ass and 
pussy while I sucked him off. 

I opened my mouth and sucked the smooth head into my mouth, holding it there 
while I teased his cock head with my tongue. He began to caress and feel my 
naked ass as I did this. Then, with my emotions racing, I started bobbing my 
mouth up and down his cock, cupping his balls tenderly so I could feel them 
draw up tight into his groin when he started emptying them into my mouth. 

Then Sue walked out of the bedroom. 

"Christ!" I heard the guy mutter. 

Keeping his cock in my mouth, I twisted my head and looked at my sister. She 
was standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching us. She was wearing one 
of the lovely transparent gowns I had bought for her. Her titties stood out 
firmly, the nipples straining against the sheer material. The shadow of her 
pussy hair was boldly apparent. Her long, luscious thighs and legs were 
revealed by the light shining through her gown. 

Sue smiled at me, working her tongue wickedly over her lips. 

"Tasty, huh?" she asked me. 

"Ummmm...." 

"Don't mind me," Donna said to the guy, moving from the doorway and toward 
the kitchen. I heard the door of the refrigerator open and close, then in a 
moment my sister came back with a glass of milk. Instead of going into the 
bedroom, she sat down on a chair and sipped the milk, watching me suck this 
guy's cock. 

Sue, although just seventeen and a lover of pussy, wasn't innocent about 
what a guy likes. She gazed at the way my mouth was stretched around his 
thick prick, a slight smile on her lips. From my angle, I watche my sister 
pull her feet up onto the cushions of her chair, bending her knees against 
her jutting tits. The movement exposed the hair-lined lips of her cunt to me 
and the guy. I heard his swift gasp of breath as he saw her exposure, and 
his cock gave a mighty lurch in my mouth. 

Slowly, with a lewd smile on her face, my sister parted her thighs until the 
whole expanse of her cunt was exposed. She hunched her naked ass forward on 
the chair, and her tight little asshole winked at us. 

"You ever see a girl play with herself?" Sue asked the guy. 

I had almost all of his thick cock in my mouth, and that thing swelled up 
even larger by what he was seeing and hearing. It was so crowded inside my 
mouth I was unable to lick my tongue on him. All I could do was suck up and 
down with my lips ... fucking him with my mouth. 

"Christ!" the guy said again, his fingers working excitedly around my 
ass-cheeks. "Do it ... finger yourself, Sue! Let me see you finger fuck that 
hairy cunt!" 

"Sure ... I don't mind," my sister said, sitting her now empty glass on the 
table beside her chair. She ran a hand down over her pussy, then shoved one 
between the lips. With complete abandonment, Sue started finger fucking 
herself while the guy watched her. I could feel the increased excitement of 
his cock, and before I could stop him, he rammed a finger up inside my 
asshole, plunging it in and out furiously. That must have did it for him. 
His cock started gushing with such force, I thought he was going to blow the 
back of my head off. I was having all sorts of problems trying to swallow 
all of that thick come that was spurting like machinegun bullets into my 
mouth. And my cunt was going insane as I exploded. ... and his finger 
driving in and out of my asshole only served to intensify the blazing 
pleasure I was having. The guy was arching his cock up and down into my 
mouth while he ejaculated. I found myself receiving more sperm from him than 
I had ever gotten before ... and I was thrilled out of my head. 

After the guy's prick stopped coming, I pulled my lips from it and felt of 
them with my fingers. They seemed to be bruised and swollen, but I didn't 
mind that at all. Sue, now that the guy had came off in my mouth, pulled her 
finger out of her now dripping pussy and started licking the juices from it. 

"I told you she didn't like cock," I said to the guy. 

"You mean ... aw, come on," he said, disbelief in his eyes. "A pretty thing 
like that? Christ ... she's made for fucking!" 

"Not this girl, buddy," Sue said. "There isn't a cock in the world that goes 
up this girl's snatch." 

"What a waste of good pussy," the guy groaned. "Well ... I've got me a good 
good little cocksucker here ... and she doesn't mind getting fucked now and 
then, do you, Donna?" 

"Just for a change of pace," I told him. 

Then, without saying anything, my sister came over to the couch. She dropped 
to her knees in front of me and slipped my panties the rest of the way off. 
I opened up my thighs for her and shoved my naked ass to the edge of the 
cushions. Immediately, she started licking and sucking my dripping pussy. 

"I'll be a son of a bitch!" the guy said, his wide eyes watching Sue run her 
tongue up and down my slit. "She's a fucking pussy eater!" 

"Whatch your language," Sue said, then thrust her tongue deeply into my 
cunt. 

The guy watched as Sue tongued me, her lips sucking moistly at my exposed 
clitoris. His cock began to swell once more as he sat there, wide-eyed with 
excitement. Sue pulled her mouth from my pussy and pulled the hair--rimmed 
lips apart with her fingers. After looking at my slit for a moment, she 
glanced up at the man and darted her tongue up and down each inner lip, then 
tickled over my sensitive clitoris. Her eyes held an amused expression as 
the man watched her, and it wasn't long before he had his hands wrapped 
around his cock and was jacking it off with furious excitement. 

Apparently he could stand it no longer. The guy quickly stepped out of his 
pants and shorts, then dropped to the floor at my sister's side. Sue stopped 
sucking my cunt long enough for him to lift her gown over her head and arms, 
then she went right back at it. Naked now, she allowed the man to fondle her 
body while she sucked and licked my snatch. 

He felt of her firm, swollen titties, moved his hand down her sides and over 
her hips. He squeezed her asscheeks and then caressed her thighs. He moved 
behind her then and leaned down to kiss her swelling, lovely white ass. Sue 
opened her legs as she knelt on the floor, and the guy twisted onto his back 
and shoved his head between them. Sue gave a whimper of delight and crushed 
her heating cunt down onto his face. She wiggled her naked, little ass over 
his face with excitement as she tongue fucked in and out of my flowing pussy 
with renewed happiness. 

I had just recently experienced a tremendous orgasm while sucking the guy 
off, so I was not as excited as my sister. The guy, although he had come a 
river in my mouth, had a cock standing up from his crotch that looked ten 
feet tall. His hairy balls seemed to contract between his legs as he licked 
my sister's cunt. I could hear moist, slurping sounds from each of them. The 
man's hands were on my sister's ass-cheeks, his fingers digging between them 
and I wondered if he was finger fucking her asshole the way he had done 
mine. It was just a vague thought that floated through my mind ... not that 
I was particularly interested or anything. 

I lifted my legs and draped them over my sister's shoulders, closing my 
thighs around her head. I petted the top of her head while she licked and 
sucked on my twat, feeling my pleasure grow inside the pit of my stomach. 
One of Sue's hands moved up my body, underneath my blouse, and she played 
with my tits while she sucked me. I kept watching the guy's cock as it 
jutted and jerked in the air and thought of a way to twist around so I could 
get my mouth on it again. Just as I had decided to get onto the floor with 
them, that cock ejaculated. The thick come shot high into the air, then fell 
back and splattered on his stomach. Time and again great blobs of his come 
spewed up, only to fall back on his belly. Seeing that happen, knowing what 
I was missing, I squeezed my thighs around my sister's face and rocked and 
bucked my pussy against her mouth. Sue was squealing in a muffled sound into 
my pussy, and I knew she was coming, too. Her tongue went deeply into my 
cunt ... and triggered the orgasm that had been boiling around inside me. 

The guy stayed that night with us. He was a pretty good man. I mean ... 
although he had come twice in the living room, he was able to gush twice 
more in my mouth after the three of us went to bed. His fourth come was the 
last, though. My sifter used her mouth on me a couple of times, and of 
course, I ate her. We sucked each other at the same time, with me hoping 
that it would stimulate the man to another hard on. It didn't do much good 
though. He would get up semi-hard and then I sucked on it for a long time. 
But he was good just for the four comes. 

He hung around with us for a few months, then he drifted away. Sometimes I 
wonder what ever happened to him ... why he left us. Maybe it was because he 
wanted my sister to suck him-which she refused-or that they argued about him 
fucking her. Whatever the cause, he left after a few months. 

About six months ago, I met this man in the office where I work. He was new 
there, one of the salesmen. He started flirting with me and, as usual, I 
took up with him. I had noticed the first day he was there that he had a 
huge cock. I mean ... I'm always looking at a man's crotch, and sometimes I 
can see the outline of his prick beneath his pants. This man seemed to have 
a large one, and when he asked me to go out with him, I didn't hesitate. 

That first date, after dinner and a few drinks, he drove me out into the 
hills. It came about by a mutual-although unspoken-understanding. He parked 
the car and started kissing and feeling me up. Not being the coy, shy type 
of girl, my hands went immediately to his prick. When I took his cock out, I 
found that it wasn't as huge as I had figured. Oh, it was nice and thick, 
but when it came up hard, it wasn't very long at all. I didn't really mind 
this. A cock that is thick and long is sometimes difficult for me to suck 
... but I think it's fun to try and take a huge prick in my mouth. 

This cock, thick and short, was easy to handle. Although it stretched my 
lips almost out of shape, I could take the full length of it without any 
problems. He wasn't at all surprised when I went down on him ... instead he 
was glad. 

While I sucked him, he played around with my titties which he had exposed. 

After I had swallowed his come, he told me he was married and that his wife 
didn't care much for cock sucking, but that it was his favorite type of sex. 
I told him I didn't give a fuck about him being married, that I would suck 
him as often as he wanted. 

Before he took me home, I found out that his wife didn't care about him 
having girl friends, that they had been involved in swap groups, that his 
wife had developed a preference for sucking pussy. 

That was what gave me the idea. 

I told him that my sister would rather eat snatch than suck cock or fuck ... 
and that he should bring his wife to our apartment some evening. 

I mentioned this man and his wife to Sue, and she was quite eager to have 
them over. We made arrangements for them one evening. 

The wife was stunning. She was about thirty years old, and extremely 
beautiful. Her hair was dark, and she had huge tits that almost seemed to 
make her top heavy. She was wearing a miniskirt that showed off her slender 
thighs to perfection. Immediately, she and Sue took a liking for each other. 

After a few drinks and conversation, we all went into the bedroom and 
removed our clothes. Sue was delighted with the wife's body, and she 
couldn't keep her hands off the woman. While her husband and I sat on the 
bed playing around with each other, my sister started fondling and kissing 
the woman while she stood in the center of the floor. We watched as Sue went 
to her knees and cupped the woman's naked ass in her hands, drawing the 
triangled pussy toward her mouth. The woman stood with her legs wide apart, 
shoving her pink, moist cunt against my sister's face. Sue tongued and 
licked the woman's cunt until she shuddered with an explosive orgasm. After 
that, the four of us crawled onto the bed. 

Sue and the slender woman started sucking each other, with the woman on the 
bottom, her face shoved hard against my sister's hairy pussy, her fingers 
pulling the ass-cheeks wide apart. Sue, clutching the woman's thighs, was 
slurping happily into the hair--rimmed grotto. The man and I watched them 
for a moment, then I stretched out on my back, my thighs wide apart. He 
threw a leg across my head so that his cock was hanging down close to my 
mouth. I grasped the cheeks of his ass and pulled that thick, short prick 
far into my mouth. Then, when he started licking my snatch, he began to fuck 
me in my mouth at the same time. 

And our father walked in. 

That's right. For two years the son of a bitch never even showed up, and now 
... without even knocking on the door, the bastard walked right into our 
bedroom while we were tangled up with this man and his wife. 

"What the goddamn hell...." he snorted. 

I shoved the man from me, sat up in the bed and stared at the bastard. Sue 
had struggled from the tight grip of the woman when she saw our father. The 
man and his wife tried to conceal their genitals, fear in their eyes. 

"What the fuck do you want, you drunken bastard?" I said, anger blazing from 
my eyes. Sue and I made no effort to cover up. We hated this man with a 
passion, and we didn't give a damn what he thought or saw. "Get your fat ass 
out of here ... now, before I have you thrown out." 

"You filthy, no-good sluts!" he roared at us, weaving in the doorway. "So, 
this is what you do, is it?" 

"It isn't any of your fucking business," Sue said, as angry as I. She got up 
from the bed and stalked toward him. The old man suddenly swung his hand out 
and struck her. Sue cried out in pain as she fell to the floor, her arms and 
legs flying in all directions. She sprawled on the floor, her thighs wide, 
pussy fully exposed to his drunken gaze. 

"You cunt licking Lesbian!" he shouted at her. "And you ... you cock sucking 
whore!" He pointed a finger at me. "Is this what I raised you to be? What 
kind of girls are you anyway?" 

"You ... you daughter raper! Don't you start calling names," I shouted, 
forgetting all about the man and his wife. I jumped from the bed and stalked 
before him. With my legs spread, hands on hips, I leaned close to him, then 
spat a mouthful of spit right in his whiskery face. "Now, get your fat ass 
out of here before I slap you silly." 

My father drew back a hand and slapped me-hard. It rocked me back on my 
heels, but I didn't fall to the floor. I had been expecting it and braced 
myself for it. It seemed as though the slap had triggered not only me, but 
my sister as well. She jumped to her feet and both of us tied in to him. We 
beat him with our fists and scratched his face with our fingernails. Being 
so drunk, we didn't have much trouble in pounding him to the floor. Sue 
started stomping her foot into his stomach, but I pulled her away. 

"Wait, Sue," I said. "Let's fix the son of a bitch good. Come on ... help me 
tie him up." 

With the man and his wife cowering on the bed, my sister and I pulled nylons 
out and tied out fathers hands behind his back, then we wrapped the nylons 
around his ankles. Rolling him onto his stomach, we pulled another stocking 
from his ankles to his wrists, behind him almost double with feet and hands 
behind his back. He couldn't move, but he was hollering his fucking head 
off. I pulled out some adhesive tape and placed a strip across his mouth. 
Sue and I stood over him then, looking down at our father as he squirmed 
around, trying to get loose. 

I went into the kitchen and came back with a sharp knife. His eyes grew big 
when he saw the knife, and he started struggling harder than ever. But I had 
no intention of cutting him up, no matter how much he deserved it. Instead, 
I began to cut his clothing from him. Sue helped me, and it wasn't long 
before we had him naked-the same as the rest of us. 

"Okay, you daughter fucker you," I hissed. "You like to fuck your daughter 
... well, you're going to get more pussy than you ever had in your drunken 
life! First, I'm going to take this used-up cock of yours and suck it until 
you can't come anymore ... then you know what's going to happen, you 
daughter raper? You made Sue suck your filthy cock, didn't you? Well ... 
after I finish sucking you until all that comes out is blood, Sue is going 
to sit on your drunken face and fuck your nose until you drown in her pussy 
juice!" 

The man and his wife, seeing what Sue and I were doing, were no longer 
afraid. They came off the bed and stood over our trussed-up father. 

"Need some help?" the wife asked, ready and willing to torture the old fart. 

"Not really," I said. "But ... do whatever you want with him. He deserves 
it." 

The woman went to the dresser and picked up a hair brush, then she brought 
it back and stooped on the other side of my father. She rolled him over onto 
his side, then she started clawing at his ass-cheeks, working the handle of 
the hair brush between them. 

"I'm going to shove this hair brush up your asshole, old man," the woman 
said. "I heard what your daughter said, and any man who would rape his own 
daughter, then make her suck his dirty cock off, well ... I'm going to enjoy 
this very much." 

And with those words, the woman plunged the handle of the hair brush up my 
father's asshole. He grunted with the pain, but with tape over his mouth, he 
couldn't scream out. She began to thrust the brush in and out of his 
asshole, and after watching her for a moment, I lay down so that my face was 
in front of his cock. It wasn't hard ... not yet. I took it in my hands and 
jacked it a bit, then opened my mouth and sucked the limber prick between my 
lips. I grasped his hairy balls and squeezed them as hard as I could, not 
caring if I hurt him or not. After all ... that was the idea-to hurt him. 

It took a long time, but I finally succeeded in getting his cock hard with 
my mouth. Of course, all this time I was sucking him, the woman was driving 
the brush in and out of his asshole. 

Once I had his cock up hard, I really started sucking him. As I said, I as 
going to suck his prick until nothing came out but blood. I kept a tight 
grip on his nuts, creating as much pain for him as I could. It took me 
almost five minutes of sucking on his cock before it gushed the come out. I 
swallowed it quickly, and after I finished him off, I didn't pull my mouth 
away, but continued sucking on his deflated prick. And when I say sucked, I 
mean I sucked. I sucked him harder than I had ever sucked a man before. I 
was having all sorts of orgasms during this, too. The woman, growing tired, 
allowed her husband to keep the hair brush pumping in and out of my father's 
asshole. While I sucked his prick up hard again, they took turns fucking him 
with the brush. It took longer for my father to come off this time, but when 
he did, I received just as much-if not more-come as I had the first time. 
Then he went soft on me again. 

As before, I continued sucking his cock. 

I brought his juice out of his balls a third time, although it took me 
almost twenty minutes now. 

After I had been sucking on his prick for almost an hour and a half, my jaws 
grew tired. They ached from holding my mouth open for so long, and I had to 
pull away to rest. 

"Let me," Sue said, dropping down to take my place. "I may not like it, but 
I'll help you suck his filthy cock until he bleeds to death!" 

She then took over with her mouth, and my father squirmed around as if he 
was having the time of his life. I took over the hair brush and fucked him 
up the ass with it. The wife had become so excited by now that she crawled 
down between Sue's thighs and started licking and sucking on her cunt while 
my sister sucked our father. The woman's husband squirmed his face 
underneath my squatting ass and began tongue fucking my pussy. It was wild! 

Sue brought our father to his fourth come, then, the same as I had done, she 
continued sucking his cock until it was hard again. Although she had become 
ill that time when he made her suck him off, she didn't this time. She drank 
down his come and continued sucking pricks ... it was the idea of getting 
back at him. 

Not being used to cock sucking, my sister's mouth became tired quickly. I 
again took over and she used the brush. The woman, still in position, sucked 
my pussy and her husband sucked my sister's. Again I brought my father to an 
ejaculation-his sixth. 

We continued abusing him like that for about five hours, and the brush never 
was pulled out of his asshole until all of us were just too damned tired to 
continue. We left our father tied up in the bedroom while the four of us 
went-still naked-to the kitchen and had a snack. It was almost four in the 
morning by now. 

After we ate, we went back to the bedroom and started all over again. Sue 
squatted across our father's face and started rubbing up and down. She 
pressed her cunt down until his nose went up her slit, then she fucked 
herself this way while he struggled to breathe. Every so often, she would 
lift her hairy pussy up to let him take in great gulps of air, only to slam 
down on him again. She did this for almost half an hour, then I did the same 
thing, keeping his nose shoved up my cunt until his eyes bulged and his face 
turned purple, before I would let him breathe. 

After I finished, the woman fucked herself off with his nose. After she 
finished, I ripped the tape from his mouth. 

"Please, Donna," he whimpered, "untie me. I won't hit you again ... I won't 
hit Sue, either. Goddamn ... you two-you four-have just about wore my poor 
cock out." 

"Shut your fuck mouth!" I hissed. "I didn't take the tape off so you could 
talk. I pulled it off so you could suck a little cock!" 

"No ... not that!" he said, looking at the man's throbbingly hard prick. 
"Christ, Donna ... I'll do anything but that! I'm not a cock sucker ... let 
me suck your pussy again ... Sue's cunt ... the woman's, anything but suck 
cock!" 

I motioned for the man to straddle my father's face. He was willing, and 
when he had his swollen cock head brushing over my father's lips, I had to 
slap the bastard real hard to make him open his mouth. 

"You bite his prick and I'll chew yours off ... balls and all," I told him. 

He wouldn't suck the thick cock, and the man had to fuck him in the mouth. 

It didn't matter though, because the results were the same. 

The man humped up and down, driving his cock in and out of my father's 
mouth, his balls banging on the stubbled chin. It wasn't long before the man 
shot his load of come down my father's throat. The old man gagged and 
choked, but he swallowed it all. by this time it was daylight and all of us 
were too tired to keep it up. We left our father tied up on the floor, and 
when the man and his wife left, Sue and I crawled onto the bed and, wrapping 
our arms around each other, our naked bodies pressed tightly together, 
titties mashed against each other's, we went to sleep. 

We woke up in late afternoon. 

Our father was snoring on the floor, the hair brush still jammed up his 
asshole. His cock was swollen up large and stiff again. Both Sue and I were 
amazed that it remained so hard after what we had put it through. We untied 
him while he slept, then went into the kitchen and fixed ourselves some 
breakfast. 

When we had finished, sitting there naked and drinking coffee, our father 
came in, his cock jutting before him and his hairy balls swinging below. 

"Good morning, girls," he said, nice and polite. Without asking, he poured 
himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with us. 

"Goddamn ... you two sure put the old man through an awful lot last night," 
he said. "Don't you know you could have killed me?" 

"I don't see any great loss to the world," I told him. 

"Why did you come here last night?" Sue asked him. 

"I don't know ... feeling low, I guess," he said, brushing his hair back out 
of his eyes. "I haven't seen you girls for so long. I was feeling lonely." 

"Fine ... keep on feeling that way and leave us alone," I told him. 

"Listen 

"No, you listen, you drunken sot," Sue said. "You never did anything for us 
since we were born ... except rape me! We don't owe you anything ... last 
night was just a sample of what you'll get if you show your ass up here 
again." 

"Please, I won't take another drink," the old man said. "I ... I ... well, 
about last night: I really enjoyed that, girls." 

"Tough ... go find you a fat old bar girl if you need some pussy," Sue said. 

"No ... I mean something happened to me last night. Once you girls had me 
tied up that way, well ... that was nice." 

"You mean you liked that?" I said, hardly believing my hearing. "Why ... you 
masochistic old fart!" 

Our father looked sheepish, ashamed of his admission. 

"I've got an idea, Donna," Sue said, looking speculatively at him. "Let's 
let the cock sucker stay ... make him a pet, you might say. We can do all 
sorts of nasty things to him." She looked at me, then back at him. "And you 
won't say a fucking thing about it, right?" 

"I ... no, I won't say anything," our father said, flushing deeply with 
humiliation. 

"Just think," Sue said, trying to convince me, "we can make him do all the 
housework for us ... we can make him do anything we want." 

"I'm not so sure," I said doubtfully. "What about our sex life ... where 
will we hide him then?" 

"Why hide him?" Sue grinned lewdly. "Let him watch us ... maybe he'll learn 
something." 

So, our father became our house pet, so to speak. We forced him to do all 
the housework, even making him wear a tiny little apron to conceal his cock. 
Of cours he's never allowed to wear clothes at all. And that includes when 
we have guests. We make him serve us absolutely naked, and most times his 
cock is standing up nice and hard. 

I finally quit working in the office when I found this job as a nude dancer, 
which led me right into television commercials. I make enough money so that 
I can support my sister and father quite well. Most of our friends, of 
course, are sexually liberated and find it fun to have our father waiting on 
them with a hard cock sticking out. Needless to say, our father no longer 
drinks. He has no reason to ... besides, I keep his cock and balls so 
drained, he's too tired to think about boozing it up. Most of his big 
stomach is gone now, too, and he actually looks better ... physically 
speaking. We allow our guests-men and women-to have their way with him, too. 
It has worked out to be a satisfactory arrangement all around. 

Donna and her sister have realized a sadistic nature to their sexual 
personalities. It is assumed that their father has had incestuous desires 
for his daughters for many years, only realizing them after Donna left the 
home and took her own apartment. 

It is indeed a strange relationship between the two daughters and father, 
but not at all an unusual one. 

CONCLUSION 

Incest and Oralism apparently follow a pattern. Many times I have been told 
oral-genital relations are initiated by incestuous participants because of 
fear of pregnancy. 

Most of us know that the oral cavity-the lips, tongue and mouth-is highly 
sensitive to pleasure. Although the genitals have long been thought to be 
the center of nerve-tingling sexual excitement, more and more people are 
discovering that mouth-genital relations are quite pleasant ... even to 
total sexual fulfillment, excluding all other forms of sexual expressions. 
Most of us are aware of the enjoyment of kissing, and those who have been 
initiated into the pleasures of sex, naturally gravitate to oral-genital 
relations to some degree. Many of our learned authorities still consider 
fellatio and cunnilingus to be a perversion if it is carried through to 
climax. 

But the pendulum has been swinging in the opposite direction of thought 
lately. Whether this new thinking has come about by the sexual freedom of 
the "permissive society" is not fully understood. Most researchers of sexual 
behaviorism are beginning to believe that oral-genital relations are not a 
perversion, per se, but an aid to those who are unable to enjoy 
genital-to-genital sex because of a defect which makes it painful or 
unpleasant to them. 

What with so few pleasures left in a troubled world, who can rightfully say 
fellatio and cunnilingus-as an end to sexual relations-is wrong or right for 
any individual. What we can say is that-under the present conditions laid 
down by society-incest is a moral wrong ... although not necessarily a 
physical or mental wrong. It depends on the individuals point of view. 

With our changing society ... with our questioning of moral values that have 
guided us for so many decades ... we find more and more incidents of incest 
and oralism coming to the fore. Whether this is actually a form of protest 
against hypocritical laws and society, or if the world's population is 
finally becoming honest with itself, we do not know. 

Maybe-if the trend continues-we will understand why the sudden rise in 
incest and oralism. 


THE END
