Gwennie and Her Family
"You might say I was luckier than most girls because my parents were wife swappers-not that they ever told me they were-not until after Ronnie and I got to fucking and dad got to screwing me, and mom got to fucking Ronnie. What I'm talking about here is the swap parties they began having when I was only a little kid, about ten years old. And they had a lot of parties. Daddy manufactured display cases for stores and had plenty of money; that's why we could afford a 15-room house out in G-, complete with a cook, two maids-the works. My parents always made certain the servants were out of the house when they had a swinging party, but I suppose the servants still knew what was going on.
"I always knew when mom and dad were going to throw a party, because they would always send me and Ronnie to bed early. (Ronnie's a year older than me- and he's got a peter as big as dad's. I've never been able to figure out whether dad's built small for a man or whether Ronnie's hung big for a boy!) But I'd never go to sleep. Out of sheer curiosity I would creep from my room and hide behind the big post on the darkened staircase and watch the funny body games my parents and the other guests played. I say funny because at the time, as young as I was, I didn't know the meaning of 'switching partners.' During those early years, I knew almost next to nothing about sex, except that little boys were built different from little girls. I would marvel at the different positions the men and women would use when they screwed each other and had fun. At the time, as young as I was, I still realized that the men were sticking their things in the women's pee-holes and that all of them derived a good deal of pleasure from the act. But I didn't know why. It all seemed rather silly to me. Many of the men and women would moan about 'coming,' and I thought that was silly, too. What did they mean by 'coming'? How could they come anyplace when they were already there? After I got older and began to masturbate, I knew too well what they meant! Boy! Had I been dumb.
"Sometimes Ronnie, my brother, would watch with me, and while we spied on what was going on downstairs, we'd play with each other. You know, play nasty. I'd toy with his peter and he'd finger my cunt. Now and then he'd try to stick his dick in me, but he never could succeed. Either he'd have a half-hard or else-I guess maybe my pussy was too tight. Anyhow, Ronnie could never get his dick in me. I don't think we ever tried real hard, until about a year ago; then we didn't have a bit of trouble.
"I enjoyed watching what my parents and their guests did to each other. Sometimes the men would get on their knees and put their heads between the legs of the women; I knew what they were doing and often wondered how it would feel to have a tongue licking my hole. The women would also put the men's things into their mouths, and naturally I pondered if a man's peter tasted good. I decided it did, after I began sucking on Ronnie's dick and he began licking my pee-slit. We did that a lot, sometimes three and four times a week. We finally stopped when we got older, when we were about 11 and 12. By then we felt too ashamed to continue. Even so, I never forgot the group games my parents and their guests would play. After the games were finished the couples would pair off, twisting themselves into all kinds of shapes and positions and doing all sorts of things. Finally I would get tired of watching and sleepily return to my room-often crying softly from loneliness.
"I also worried because I didn't have a thing like Ronnie and dad and the men I saw at the parties. It seemed to me that it would be so much nicer to have a prick than merely to have a little slit; and sometimes I think r hated mom and dad. They never really loved me, so I felt. They loved only each other and themselves and all the people they played nasty with. Why didn't they have more time for me-and Ronnie-if they loved us so much?
"For years I watched the goings-on at these parties, and then, as I got older, I rapidly learned the score about fucking and sucking, not so much from boys, though I got laid twice before I got Ronnie to hop me, but from sex books my parents had in their bedroom. They had a whole bookcase full. I was probably the only fourteen-year-old girl for miles around who knew what a dildoe was. I suppose my mother must have had a dozen or more of them-all sizes and shapes. She must have been a nympho, because I know for a double fact she used to masturbate herself off with them when Dad wasn't at home; and she always used them at the parties to screw other women with, or to have them screw her. She sure was queer. No, that's not the word. I know now. I remember hearing mom and dad use it- bisexual. That's what mom was. So was dad, I guess that's why mom sucked other women's pussies and dad went down on pricks…
"I don't really know why I made up my mind to have my brother screw me. I've done a lot of thinking about it, and in my opinion, I feel that one of the reasons was that I wanted to see if I could do it. I don't know. Maybe I was trying to prove that I was attractive. I do know that Ron had a real groovy prick. Not so thick and big around, but wow! It must have been seven or eight inches long, with a real big head. Like I said, Ronnie and I had sucked each other a good deal when we were kids, but had stopped when we got older. Before I got him to hop me, I guess three years or more had passed without his seeing my puss, or my seeing his dick. Then it happened.
"I was taking a bath when Ronnie walked in on me, not knowing I was in the bathroom. I was just getting out of the tub, dripping wet-and bang! All of a sudden, there was Ron, gaping at my naked body. I was surprised, but not horrified. I enjoyed having him look at me. Right away I saw the front of his pants begin to jerk to life as his prick started to get hard. Ron just stood there, frozen, staring, bug-eyed. He sure was embarrassed.
"Making no attempt to cover myself, I smiled seductively. 'Well, silly, don't look so shocked. Haven't you seen a naked girl before?' Suddenly, I felt elated, a newly found strength racing through me, as if I were God and could do anything.
" ‘No, I ain't never seen a girl completely naked!' Ron said hollowly, but making no move to leave.
"'You mean you just take their panties off when you diddle them,' I giggled. 'Just the same, you're sure getting a big one by looking at me! Come on, silly. Let me see! Take it out and let me see how big it is.'
"Ron looked afraid, then grinned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick. What a beauty it was-long, hard, and full of veins-like a giant worm with a big head that was eyeless. I began getting excited as I pushed myself against him, took hold of his peter, and skinned back the head.
"'OW!' Ron gasped. 'Don't squeeze the head so hard. That hurts!'
"Right then my nipples began to get hard and ache and my tits began to rise and fall faster. How I wanted that big cock to eat into my cunt! Why not? I asked myself. You'll never have a better opportunity!
"I put my arms around my brother's neck, still squeezing his peter with my other hand, and shivering with want and desire as his hand sneaked up and began playing with my pussy. His face was directly above mine, his eyes hot and excited. Looking into his eyes, I whispered, 'Kiss me, big brother.'
"He hesitated, fear and indecision fighting each other. 'This ain't right,' he said in an odd voice. 'We shouldn't be doing this. You're my sister!'
"'So what?' I asked in a level voice. ‘I want to, and you want to-don't you?'
"'But if mom and dad found out! Shit! They'd kill us maybe-in spite of what they do!'
"'They won't find out,' I said determinedly, pulling his face down to mine and pushing my mouth tightly against his. His lips parted and he accepted my tongue, drawing in on it; then he shot his own tongue within my mouth, and I took it, rolling it, paying with it, twisting it with my own. Both my arms enclosed his neck, while Ron's hands began roaming over my behind and stroking my legs and back. We became lost in each other, lost in mutual desire, our mounting passion erasing all thoughts of blood ties, or any sign of relationship that might be strong enough to make us desist from what we were doing. When our lips were hot and our tongues ached from the frenzied giving they provided each other, we separated to come up for air. I was so hot I felt like exploding. With his skinny chest rising and falling like a bellows, Ron gawked at me, staring at my nakedness, his hands fondling my knockers, all thoughts of my being his sister having vanished in a deep whirlpool of lust. Possessed by the fuck-hots, he was now only a young man who wanted to sink his peter into the cunt of the girl standing before him. I wanted his cock, too. Suddenly I wanted his groovy dick in my mouth!
"Quickly dropping to my knees, I took his stiff prick in my hands, gazing intently at it and fondling it gently with my fingers.
"'What-whatcha going to do?' he asked. 'If you keep fiddling around with-I-'
"That's when we both got a surprise! That's when Ron's peter shot off its load of come, jerking as it spurted out a thick white stream which plopped onto my chin and lower neck! I knelt there, astonished, the come slowly dripping off me.
"'Uh-I-I-I-' Ronnie began, not knowing what to do or say. Glancing up, I saw that his face was burning red in embarrassment. Then he found his voice, snapping defensively at me, "Well! What-what did you expect, with the way you been fiddlin' around with me! Shit-damn!'
"'That's okay,' I said, wiping the come off my chin and neck with a washcloth.
"Ron stared at me, and I said, 'Don't worry, I'll lick the come off your peter and suck you to another hard.'
"Once more I took his dick, which was now getting soft, and began licking the come that was slowly dribbling from the head. It was then that I made the startling discovery that I liked the taste of come, which reminded me of a warm, thick soup, even though the seasoning was a bit too tangy, I pressed his peter-now jerking into hardness once more-to my lips and began licking every inch of the beautiful thing, working my tongue like a tiny mop. When I came to the slick, wet head, I engulfed it with my mouth, my lips tightening around the hot flesh* Then I pushed my mouth down over it until my nose was almost touching my brother's curly prick hair. Ronnie-he writhed in passion as I held his cock imprisoned in my mouth, with the head grazing the back of my throat. Quickly, however, I withdrew and began steadily to suck the juicy head.
"'You-you gotta q-quit!' he suddenly said, pushing my mouth away. 'Or I'm gonna come off again. I got a headful of steam and it won't wait.'
"Wiping my mouth, I stood up. ‘Well, fuck me then. If you haven't got a rubber, we can use a baggie to wrap around your cock!'
"My suggestion surprised my brother. 'Who told you that guys use baggies when they ain't got cunt-rubs? I didn't think girls knew about such things.'
"'One of my girl friends told me,' I lied. 'Besides, I got diddled by a guy once and he used a baggie.'
"'Yeah-who?'
"I laughed. 'None of your business. Do I ask you the name of the girls you lay?'
"Ron looked nervously around the bathroom and, fingering his peter in an absentminded sort of way, lowered his voice. 'Well, I got rubbers okay, but where we gonna do it-in here on the floor?'
"'Don't be stupid,' I said, and slipped into my robe. 'You go get a rub and I'll go to my room. You can screw me there-and be careful that none of the servants see you leaving the bathroom or coming to my room. They might get ideas of what we're up to. But I don't think we have to worry; they're all downstairs.'
"Ron hesitated. ‘I dunno… Dad won't be home till about six, but suppose mom…? I dunno…'
" ‘She had a one-o'clock appointment at the beauty parlor,' I said, 'so she won't be back for at least another two hours. Go on now-get the rubber. And don't forget to put your cock back into your pants before you leave the bathroom.'
"We didn't have any trouble. I mean by that, none of the servants got wise to anything. Five minutes later Ron was in my room and, after locking the door and seeing me lying naked on the bed, waiting for him, with my legs wide open, he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. I watched him as, with fingers that trembled with excitement, he slipped the rubber over his hard peter. Then, almost falling over his own feet, he crawled between my thighs, a look of frantic lust on his wide face.
"'Not yet,' I said firmly. 'You've got to suck my boobs first.'
"He crawled right up beside me and began drawing in furiously on my nipples. He made loud slurping sounds, sucking like a hungry little baby, going from tit to tit and holding each one with both hands as he sucked. I held his head as he sucked, holding him tightly in my arms and helping him get all the tit that he could. When I had had enough, I reached down and pulled at his balls. 'Shove it in me, honey,' I panted. 'Go ahead-fuck me!'
"Easing himself between my anxious thighs, Ron tried to mount me, but he was clumsy in his efforts, no doubt from nervousness. I whispered, 'Let me have it. I'll guide it in. You just lower-yourself-wait now! Let me get hold of it!'
"I took hold of his peter with both hands and planted the head in the center of my cunt. 'Do it, big brother,' I panted. 'Shove it to me-fuck me!'
"He pushed and I felt the head slip into my vaginal opening. OHHH! His prick felt like a little bit of heaven!
"'Hurry!' I urged in desperation. 'Get it all in!'
"Ron lowered himself more, and slowly, but steadily, his solid, sizable peter slid into my vagina. Finally it was all the way in, right up to his balls, the head feeling as if it were pushing against the inside of my navel!
"'BOY! You got a tight one,' Ron said excitedly as he slipped his hands under my behind. 'You're g-gonna be-a-a good lay.'
"I wrapped my arms around his neck, and, beginning the up and down movements, he began working his rubber-covered peter inside me, pushing it in, pulling it out. Almost automatically, I began twitching my butt in responsive movements to match his own, sometimes our loins meeting with such force that the wind was almost knocked out of me. I moaned and cried, almost out of my mind with lust. I couldn't have cared less that Ronnie was my brother. He had a good, hard cock and knew how to use it. That's all that mattered. Cock-crazy, I began making throaty and choking sounds. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself! And the more Ron screwed me, the louder the noises became.
" ‘Faster! FASTER! F-Fuck me faster!' I pleaded. Ron began hunching me almost savagely, and I began working with greater effort to capture his increased speed-and I succeeded, riding with it fiercely until I felt myself being tossed into the heady torrent of a big come.
"'Uhh, I-I'm going t-to-tooo-' I began, sounding as if I was strangling.
"'So-so am -I!' Ron muttered. He gave a tremendous lunge, ramming in his peter as far as it would go and holding it there. 'Uggggg,' he gasped, his entire body giving a gigantic shudder. Even through the rubber that covered his peter, I could feel the come-mush spurting out of his cock and seeking escape.
"My own response coincided perfectly with his-a burst of pure sex. I felt as if my intestines were being torn apart, as if my cunt were being chopped into tiny pieces. Then it came, explosive and quick, the most wonderful feeling a girl could possibly experience-a come to end all comes.
"Ron and I lay there, his body collapsed on top of mine. We were drained, completely exhausted. Gently we kissed, again and again, our hands exploring, fondling…
"We made love regularly after that, Ron and I, at least once or twice a week. Sometimes Ron even slipped into my room at night, or I into his, but only on those nights when mom and dad had been drinking heavily and we were sure that booze would keep them sleeping soundly.
"Looking back on it, I don't guess there wasn't anything Ron and I didn't try, except cornholing. He even wanted to try that, but no sir! I wouldn't let him, telling him that for a boy to stick his prick into a girl's asshole was nasty. But we made up for it by doing other things-eating each other, for instance. We were lucky there, as Ron liked to eat my pussy as much as I enjoyed mouthing his peter. Often we'd do a sixty-nine, just like we'd seen our parents and their friends doing at parties.
"We always had the most fun when mom and dad were away from our estate. Like one night last fall. Mom and dad had gone to a party, and we knew they wouldn't be home until the early morning hours, all of which meant that Ron and I would have plenty of time to enjoy each other.
"A light rain was falling when he came to my bedroom about eleven o'clock that night, after we were sure that all the servants were out of the way. Once Ron was naked and on the bed with me, he began kissing me on the eyes and feeling my boobies. Ever so gently, he slipped a finger into my wet cunt and began a rotating movement, eliciting from me a soft moan of pleasure. Once more, so very naturally, our lips met in a long and lingering Frenchie, a very passionate slobber, our tongues twisting as living things.
"'I'm-I'm gonna fuck you to pieces,' Ron breathed. ‘I'll bet I use a whole box of rubbers on you tonight… ‘
"I was hoping he would, knowing that the more cunt-rubs he used, the more come I'd get. I'd gotten into the habit of drinking my brother's come directly from a rubber after he finished fucking me. As I explained, I enjoyed the stuff; I enjoyed the taste; I also felt I was deriving strength and health from his fuck fluid.
"'Let me suck you off before you fuck me,' I said in a voice that quaked with desire. Beads of sweat had begun to pop out on my forehead. Twisting on the bed, I clutched at Ron, one hand fastening on his shoulder, my other going to his stiff cock. He kissed me once more, this time on the neck. "Lean back,' he whispered. 'I'll bring it up to you.'
"Smiling, I relaxed against the pillow, and, raising himself, Ron got into the proper position, crawling over me, so that his peter was only inches from my mouth. He adjusted himself to a better kneeling position, his knees on each side of my ribs. Leaning forward, he held tightly to the head of the bed, his head bent, his eyes gazing downward, watching as I took his cock in my hands and shoved the sweet head into my mouth. Then, very suddenly, Ron raised himself, pulling back with a motion that deprived me of my feast, the prick jerking from my mouth. Looking up, I snapped, 'Now cut it out! That isn't fair. Give it to me.'
"This time he was all business and rammed his cock fully into my mouth. 'W-Wait,' he said. ‘D-Don't suck it yet. I don't want to come too fast. Just let me fuck you a little in the mouth first.'
"Once more I relaxed, though I retained my hold on his peter, to make sure that he wouldn't cram it down my throat and gag me. I tightened my mouth around his cock and slowly he began fucking me, working his cock in and out of my mouth. I let him do it that way for a few minutes; then I pulled his prick out and said, 'That's enough of that. I'll suck it. But first-raise up a little so that I can suck on your balls…'
"Ron raised himself slightly. 'L-Like this?'
" ‘Uh-huh. Hold it like that,' I moved my head slightly and sucked in the loose skin of his bag, pulling on it and rolling it between my teeth. Finally I gathered air into my lungs and went to work on his cock, licking and sucking on the wonderful head. I really gave it to him, at times munching down on the head and pushing the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit.
" ‘Ohhh,' Ron sighed. ‘W-Wait… I-I don't wanna come yet. We'll do a sixty-nine!'
"Without waiting for me to reply-and how could I with a mouthful of prick?-he quickly reversed his body, turning around over me until his face was only inches from my butt. Spreading his legs slightly, Ron carefully lowered himself, so that once more his hard peter was moving toward my mouth-at the same time moving forward and dipping his head between my thighs, to the gash covered with hair. Taking his prick in my hands, I guided it into my mouth and began sucking, knowing what he was about to do. Right then, he was looking at my cunt with glowing eyes; then he ran his tongue delicately through the silky hairs, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. With two fingers he deftly parted the lips of my gash, and I knew that for a time he would pant-gaze at the bright redness of the inner cunt. He did it then. Placing his mouth to the gaping little cunt-cave, he thrust in his tongue as deeply as he could, the tip curling, sliding along the slick wetness, the soft wetness, the dark wetness, moving in slow, calculated circles, licking, washing, seeking, searching. Uh-huh, Ronnie sure loved to eat pussy. He had become rather experienced and knew better than to rush like crazy toward my cunny-clit, avoiding it completely and confining his efforts to my pussy lips, sucking on them, at times plunging his tongue deeply into my vagina.
"In the meantime, I continued to suck on his peter. Then, moving his tongue in the opposite direction, Ron began licking down in that space between my pussy and my butthole. He loved doing that. I didn't mind because the sensation was always a wonderful one. He did it slowly and expertly, finally coming to a silent halt at my little tight ring. OHhhhhh! Ring-around-the-rosie went the tip of his tongue, each lick a tiny tango of joy, each swipe a simple sin of pleasure…
"For many minutes Ron licked my shithole, my globes of butt enclosing his cheeks. Slowly, never hurrying, Ron retraced his path, returning to my flowing cunt, his lips becoming a tiny O that now fastened to my taut clitoris. He sucked then-harder and harder-his teeth nipping the tiny-tiny finger at times.
"Nor was I idle. Having put my arms around the small of my brother's back, I pulled him closer, as if to consume completely his peter. As it was, I had so much of his cock in my mouth that his balls moved against the bridge of my nose. I munched down on the head, pulling heavily, as hard as I could, on the bulb of slick flesh.
"At last I had to come, no longer being able to hold back. Transported instantly to heaven, I came off, my juices pouring into my brother's sucking mouth. He mumbled, giving me the signal, and I tensed, preparing myself for what I knew would instantly follow. Ahhhh! That split second swelling of his peter! The tenseness of his balls! The machine-gun shiver the length of his peter! I got it!-my mouth quickly filling with his de-warm and thick and salty. Quickly I at the same time sucking in on the head, wanting to drain him of every last drop. Actually, that is one of the best features about sucking a prick-sucking on it after the boy comes, getting the last few drops and feeling the hard flesh grow soft in your mouth. I like it! I think cock-sucking is really groovy…
"For a while, Ron and I rested, I playing with his peter all the time. Within ten minutes or so he had another hard, and after I slid a cunt-rub over his prick, he fucked me, this time giving it to me dog-fashion.
"It was a pretty good fuck, and as he was slipping his cock out of me, I urged him to hurry and slip the rubber off. 'I've got a thirst that's out of this world!'
"Ron laughed. 'Okay, little sister-but hey! I got myself an idea. Why don't you lay on your back and I'll pour the come into your mouth. You know, like you was drinking from a cup. Huh-you like that idea?'
"His suggestion appealed to me and I got on the bed, Kneeling over me, Ron held the rubber in his hands, moving it over my mouth. 'Okay, You ready, sis?'
"'Uh-huh,* I said, ‘but pour the come out slow. I want to taste it.'
"Slowly he tilted the end of the rubber, and presently the soup began dribbling into my mouth and I tasted it, rolling it over my tongue before swallowing. I was getting the last few drops when Ron had what he considered another bright idea. He wanted me to fuck him in the ass! I laughed at him. 'What do you expect me to do,' I asked, 'grow an instant peter?'
"'Doncha know what I mean? We can slip in mom's bedroom and get one of her make-believe peters! You know, one that's got straps. You can strap it on and fuck me. Come on now, sis. Let's do it. I do most everything you wanna do.'
"The idea did fascinate me somewhat, and I agreed. Slipping down to our parents' bedroom at the end of the hall, we went to the closet where mother kept her collection of phony pricks. We finally selected one that wasn't too large, one that was in a small flat box labeled The Mighty Midget. Made of plastic, The Mighty Midget was about five inches long and an inch thick, and had four straps-one for each leg, one for the waist, and one that ran between the cheeks of the wearer's ass.
"I looked at the other boxes on the shelf. One was labeled The Amazing Rectal Unit, and, opening it, I saw that the device was slightly curved, about five inches long and perhaps the thickness of a pencil in girth. The thin portion terminated into the handle that contained two batteries. Clicking it on, I saw that the thin portion, which you shoved up your asshole, vibrated! Now wasn't that something? I did some fast thinking, deciding that I'd shove that shivering thing up my rectum while I screwed Ronnie. My eyes caught another box labeled Amazing Vibrator. I removed the gadget from the box and saw that it was about four inches long and shaped somewhat like a cock, only without head and balls. Made of plastic and hollow, the vibrator contained two batteries, the source of power that caused it to vibrate. Uh-huh! That's what I'd do: I'd shove the vibrator up my cunt while I ass-hole-screwed my brother.
"Once we were back in my room, we went right to work. Ronnie watched, fascinated, as I shoved the Amazing Vibrator up my cunny, after which I began fumbling with the dildoe straps, managing to get the plastic dick strapped around me without too much difficulty. Boy, oh, boy! Did I feel icky with that thing sticking out in front of me!
"Ronnie started to laugh. 'Sis, you sure look funny wearing that phony cock!'
"The vibrator stuffed up my cunny felt like a water-melon; yet it wasn't really uncomfortable. ‘You want me to cornhole you, don't you?' I said to my brother. ‘So get down on the side of the bed.'
"Ronnie got into position, getting down on his knees and leaning his head over on the bed. He pulled his butt-cheeks apart, waiting for my entry. After greasing the dildoe and clicking on the vibrator buried in my snatch, I began to work the goofy gadget into Eon's rectum, pushing on it slowly until I felt the base bury itself in his rectum. ‘H-How does it feel?' I asked.
"'Kinda big, but okay I guess,' Ronnie grunted. 'Go on, screw me, sis.'
"'Just as soon as I get the rectal unit up me,' I said. I picked it up and slowly pushed the nozzle up my hind end, clicking it on after it was completely in. WOW! What a feeling-a double feeling really. I mean with the vibrator shaking the foundations of my cunt and the rectal unit shaking the crap out of my back end. With the humming and all coming from the two devices, I felt like a mechanical woman as I began dildoe-screwing Ronnie in the butt. We'd been at it, oh, maybe a minute or more when I happened to glance toward the door.
"There, standing in the door way, were mom and dad!"
In Gwendolyn T- we are confronted with the Castration complex (also known as penis envy) in operation, along with female hostility toward the parents. There appears to be no sibling rivalry.
In every female, usually when she is very young, there is inevitably a period in which appears a feeling of envy and covetousness for both the male sex organ and its symbolic equivalents (we see this envy at its height in the words and actions of the more violent Female Liberationists, who, in their efforts for "equality," would "castrate" the entire male sex), with the girl feeling that she has either been deliberately deprived of a penis (usually by her parents) or has lost or misplaced it. This castration wish may be simply episodic with some patients, but with others it can be central. It follows, too, that the exacerbated desire to possess what women believe themselves deprived of by Fate, or by their mother or father, is an expression of a fundamental dissatisfaction which some people believe to be Woman's lot. In fact, the conviction that what they feel themselves deprived of is exactly what other people have is common to patients of both sexes and is found in all analyses. Demand and jealousy, spite and despair, anxiety and inhibition, admiration and idealization, inner void and depression-all these are among the varied symptoms of this state of deficiency; yet it is interesting to note that only women relate this feeling of deficiency to the very nature of their sex-as if they were saying: "It is because I am a woman." One must take this statement to mean:,' do not have a penis, and that accounts for my weakness, my inertia, my lack of strength, my lack of intelligence, my dependent state, (and/or), even my illness. This leads to: All things considered, my predicament is common to all women; therefore I can only hold them in contempt, as I do myself. It is they, the men, who command everything of value, all the attributes which render them worthy of being loved and admired.
It was this feeling, this complex, that motivated Gwendolyn T-, the proof more than apparent in her words and actions.
Let us consider fellatio, the mouth/licking/sucking of the male sex organ, an act that is considered both normal and natural, when performed between male and female. There is nothing "perverted" nor "immoral" about any oral act (even anilingus, the licking/kissing/sucking of the human anus), provided the act is mutually agreed on and enjoyed by both partners-or at least is not repugnant to either of the partners.
Why then the social and legal taboos against oral-genital acts?
In truth, the prohibition is strictly a moral one which has been handed down to practically all Western civilizations because of conservative interpretations of the pre-Hittite code of the people of Asia Minor, one that was written 2,000 years before Christ arrived on the world scene; also of codes taken from the Jewish Talmud and the Christian Bible.
These religious interdictions against oral-genital acts are based not only on moral grounds but also on the sin of Onan, or the "wasting of the male seed." The sin of Onan was not masturbation as many falsely think, but coitus interruptus (from the Latin: "to pull out"), in which the penis is withdrawn from the vagina immediately prior to ejaculation. In early times, many thousands of years ago, it was considered a moral and a sacred duty to produce as many offspring as possible, as so many people were killed off by war and disease. Any orgasm that did not serve this purpose was considered "sin" and "waste."
It is indeed paradoxical that now, many thousands of years later, while science searches in desperation for a supercontraceptive to control runaway world population, the moral message of "seed waste" is still being handed down to each new generation. Of course, sexologists warn against coitus interruptus because the practice may lead to male impotence.
In the words of the famed Doctor Kinsey: "Our culture considers that social interests are involved when the individual departs from the Judeo-Christian sex codes by engaging in such sexual activities as masturbation, mouth-to-mouth genital contacts, animal contacts, and other types of behavior which do not satisfy the procreative function of sex."
Be this as it may, oral acts to orgasm, temporarily replacing coitus, are not abnormal. As explained by Doctor Abraham Brill, the renown psychiatrist and author of Lectures on Psychoanalytic Psychiatry: "We call them perversions [fellatio, cunnilingus, etc.] only when they absolutely dominate the sexual picture, that is, when they are fixed. Indulgence in these acts does not stamp those practicing them as abnormal, nor those who use them in pre-coital foreplay."
Doctor Albert Ellis, the famed psychotherapist and sexologist, actually recommends the genital kiss, or what he refers to as "oral petting," unless the partners have a strong, psychological aversion to the acts.
In fact, oral acts are often necessary! As explained by Doctor David Reuben in Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Sex (but Were Afraid to Ask):
As a form of heterosexual activity incidental to penis-vagina intercourse, mouth-genital stimulation is not only perfectly all right to practice, but in many situations desirable.
It provides the final surge of stimulation to assure the firmest erection in a man and brings a woman to the point where her orgasm should occur rapidly and vigorously. One of the best methods of assuring orgasm in the so-calied frigid woman and encouraging a strong erection in a questionably potent man is this powerful form of total sexual stimulation.
We have spoken of the castration complex (and/or penis envy). Are we saying that all women who fellate their husbands are motivated by penis envy, that, by fellatio, they are psychically attempting to "castrate" their husbands? No, we are not. Generally speaking, women fellate their lovers-husbands or otherwise-for the same reason that men cunnilingue women: basically because they want to give intense sexual stimulation and/or pleasure to their partners, enjoy the act, or for other reasons, such as to prevent pregnancy, etc. However, when a woman prefers fellatio over and above other acts, it is to be strongly suspected that she is being motivated by the castration complex.
Another fact to be considered is that while millions of women fellate men, very few actually consume the semen after the male ejaculates, and those who do, preferring to do so, are known as spermaphagists. These women equate the seminal discharge with the strength represented by male virility. The male has a penis; they do not. The semen represents male strength, power, domination. They desire to consume this power, either to "drain" it away from the male and/or to "share" the strength he possesses.
Psychiatrists are in agreement that the majority of female spermaphagists are motivated by penis envy.
Again, there is a parallel in complete cunnilingus. Many oral-oriented males, unfamiliar with the fact that the female does not ejaculate, have described to me the acme of feeling experienced by the "warm come" of the female "shooting" into their mouths.
Such association that a man makes should be obvious. While the lubricating Bartholin secretion of the aroused female could never be described as erupting in a flow or "shooting," the power of suggestion and familiarity with his own orgasmic function recreates the infantile pleasure so strongly that the oral erotic male.cunnilinguist may imagine that it is really happening. By the same token, there are some female homosexuals, i.e. lesbians, who describe in glowing terms the "warm flow" coming from a female love partner.
It is symptomatic of Gwendolyn T-'s condition that she enjoys consuming male semen, all of which indicates her domination by the subconscious desire to castrate: the penis envy wish. She does not have a penis; thereby, by consuming semen, she acquires one.
We recall her words: "I also worried because I didn't have a thing like Ronnie and dad and the men I saw at the parties." Later: "It was then that I made the startling discovery that I liked the taste of come, which reminded me of warm, thick soup, even though the seasoning was a bit too tangy." And still later: '"I'd gotten into the habit of drinking my brother's come directly from a rubber after he finished fucking me."
All this is a clear indication-this spermaphagy-of penis envy.
Gwendolyn's hostility toward her parents ("… sometimes I think I hated mom and dad. They never really loved me.") also plays a role, although it is not the dominating factor in her libido. By seducing her brother, Gwen was really striking out at her parents, "getting even" as it were doing that which was expressly forbidden. And what is a greater taboo than incest?
As was pointed out in the introduction to this work, girls often use sex as the medium for expressing their hostilities, and if they are pushed along the road of resentment by the impulse of penis envy, they'll either submerge themselves in fellatio or promiscuous intercourse-usually both-or, very readily, they'll seduce their own brothers and other boys, adult males, and even their own fathers!
Gwendolyn T- is an excellent example.
"There, standing in the doorway, were mom and dad! They just stood, staring at me and Ronnie, their mouths wide open, the sight oЈ me fucking my brother in the ass sobering them up somewhat. About that time, Ron noticed them and he made a noise that reminded me of a chicken that's chased by a man with a brand new ax! I must admit I was making funny gurgling sounds. I still don't remember pulling out of my brother's hind end and yanking the dildoe from his asshole… As for the rectal stimulator in my own behind, I think it must have slipped out. It had to, because the next time I recall seeing it, it was lying on the rug, purring and vibrating like wow!
"Mom's voice broke the strange silence. 'Oh God, Harvey!'-that's my dad's name-'She's using one of my best dildoes-and my new rectal unit!'
"Mom walked across the room and slapped me across the face. ‘Oh, you dirty little son of a bitch,' mom yelled. 'Using my brand new rectal unit and one of my best dildoes. Take off that cock this instant! Harvey! You had better have a talk with your daughter! You hear me!'
"Dad would have had to be dead not to hear her. He looked at me, as I removed the dildoe, and his eyes, narrowed. I began feeling good all over, noticing how his eyes were eating up my nakedness.
" ‘DID YOU HEAR ME, HARVEY!' mom yelled again.
"'Uh-huh, Esther'-that's my mom's name. ‘I'll talk to her.'
"By this time, my poor frightened brother had fled to his room, and now mom, having snatched the dildoe from me, grabbed the rectal unit from the rug, clicked it off, and turned to leave the bedroom. She turned at the door and peered strangely at me. 'Gwennie,' she snapped, 'are you-humming?'
"Nodding, I pulled the vibrator from my cunt and clicked it off. Mom grabbed it from my hand and, shaking her head in disgust, stormed from the bedroom. I stood staring after her, not thinking about covering my nakedness. Then my eyes caught my father's. Clearing his throat, he closed the door, blinked at me, and said, ‘Gwennie, it's a… it's not exactly considered proper for a girl to have sex with her brother,' He sat lazily down on a wing chair, belched, and continued. 'It's-uh-it's considered immoral.'
"I could see the huge bulge at the crotch of his trousers as I ran over and boosted myself on his lap. I enjoyed even more his shocked expression. Alniost automatically he put his arm around my waist, and I could see that he was becoming both excited and embarrassed at the same time. 'I don't think what Ron and I were doing was any worse than what you and mom do at parties,' I said matter-of-factly. 'I mean fucking and sucking and all that! Ron and I just wanted to have some fun, too… ‘
"Dad's eyes widened in surprise. 'Well, yes, but-uh-ah-'
"Twisting my naked butt on his lap, I asked, 'Don't I make your cock double-hard, daddy? So hard that you'd like to-do something with it?'
"Dad gave me a hard squeeze with his arm that was around my waist, and with his other hand, he began nibbling his palm over my pussy mound. 'What would you suggest?' he asked in a husky voice, his breath quickening. 'Hmmmmmm. You are growing up. You've got nice-breasts and legs and-you'd better get off my lap, Gwennie!' He laughed oddly. 'You're making something hurt…'
"'Like maybe your prick?' I asked coyly, getting off his lap. Somehow I knew I was going to get him to fuck me. I knew, too, somehow, that mom wouldn't mind too much, if at all. At least I figured she wouldn't-not after what I had seen him and her doing at various parties. Why, mom and dad didn't think a thing of fucking and sucking other men and women in front of each other! And I said, 'Why, don't you show me how big it is, daddy? I'd love to see it. I'll bet you've got a pretty cock… ‘
"Smiling, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and held it straight and firm for me to gaze at. 'Is that you want to do, just look at it?' he asked in a voice choked with desire.
"I didn't say a word. I merely went to the bed, lay down on my back, opened my thighs and held out my arms. Bluntly I told him, 'Shove it in me, daddy. Give the a real hard fucking!' I was positive that he couldn't have backed down, even if he had wanted to. He was too hot. Watching him remove his clothes, I wondered if he had a cunt-rub. Probably not, because mom and other women he was used to fucking all took pills. I didn't mind taking the chance of getting knocked up, deciding that getting diddled by my father was worth it.
"Quickly he crawled between my thighs, all the while staring at my young body.
"'Daddy,' I smirked, 'isn't this "immoral"? I mean for a father to fuck his daughter? And what are you staring at?'
"Not a blemish,' he whispered, as if talking to himself. 'So white, so very lovely.'
"I opened my thighs wider, making an attempt to keep my own body from shivering. I was suddenly very excited, almost desperate for his prick, my reasoning being that if my brother could give me a wild screwing, what could an experienced fucker like my father do for me? I was more than a little anxious to find out.
"'Put a pillow under your butt, Gwennie,' dad said. ‘I'll be able to give you a better riding that way-and I don't need to ask you if you've ever had a peter before. I suppose you and Ron did more than fuck each other in the butt!'
"After I placed a pillow under my loins, dad began teasing my pussy lips with the head of his dick, moving it just within the folds of moist flesh, sort of rotating it, then rubbing it freely down against that little strip of no-man's-land between my cunt and butthole.
"'Quit playing around, daddy,' I said, annoyed, holding open my arms for him. 'Shove it in me and let's get going.'
'He glanced at me, a worried look on his face. 'You sure you can take it all?' he asked.
"'I know I can,' I said, my voice desperate. 'Just push it in and start riding me!'
"Trembling, dad eased his wet knob forward, slowly inserting it into my hot little fuck box, never hurrying, giving my lust plenty of time to lubricate the cockpit with the necessary seminal juices. I looked down between my legs and saw that his rigid cock was half buried in the thatch of hair crowning the center of my crotch, the boring head tempting my desire and drawing waves of wantonness from me. Then, as if testing my appetite, he withdrew completely, so that the head was barely touching my cunt. Agitated from the frustration of sexual need, I threw my legs around him, almost savagely, the heels of my feet digging into his ass, and attempted to pull him forward so that his cock would spear my greedy cunt. Dad must have realized that he had teased me beyond the point of no return, for he permitted the pressure of my legs to draw him into me. At first the head entered, rather slowly, and then, as he assisted my thrust, he moved into my cunt with such rapidity that our pelvic bones crashed together, our pubic regions became one vast hairy jungle.
"'UHhhhh!' I gasped from the swiftness of his entry. How good my dad's prick felt! Even ten times better after he began to fuck me. It was then that I found out the difference between "boy" fucking and "man" fucking. Whereas my brother had merely raced his dick in and out of me, straight up and down you might say, Dad used a much different method, not only moving in and out, but alternating the speed of his thrusts and withdrawals. At times, he'd give me a series of quick short jabs, there suddenly change to several Song thrusts, pushing his cock into me as deeply as he could-or he'd stop for a short moment, and then sort of grind his peter into me with a sideways rotating motion, this latter technique making me feel that he was trying to scrape the walls of my vagina. Either way, it was impossible, for me to know what to expect from him, which made his fucking all the more exciting and pleasurable. The size of his prick also helped. While dad's peter wasn't as long as my brother's, it was a good deal thicker, this making the fit of his tool very tight, stretching my pussy to its utmost and making it possible for him to enter and withdraw with an increasing and "subtle regularity, with a special kind of rhythm that began sending us to heights of pleasure impossible for me adequately to describe. OH! It was sheer paradise, the best fuck I had ever had!
"'P-PUSHhhhh!' I moaned, my desire frantic. I could feel a tiny ribbon of sweat forming on my upper lip, but ignored it, as well as dad's hot breath which puffed steadily against the side of my neck. I wanted the sensation to last and last, to last forever; yet I knew I was fighting a losing battle. T-FUCK-m-me!' I wailed. 'I'm g-g-g-e-tt-ing-r-ready to-c-c-c-c-ome… ' My fingers clawed at his back, my own lustfulness causing every muscle of my body to tingle. My calves cramped. My head spun; yet I managed to meet his every thrust, working my hips in perfect timing with his own movements. Then dad began fucking me faster-and harder- pulling my hips violently against him, giving me the impression that he was trying to force even his balls into my pussy.
"I began gasping with steady pants that jumped from my throat with an increasing regularity. From what seemed to be a universe away, I could hear the sweat-sweet skin of our stomachs smacking together with dad's every plunge, then clinging together slightly at contact, only to pull wetly and, seemingly, reluctantly from each other as he retreated and prepared for another assault.
" ‘Uhl! Uhl! Uhl!' Dad was getting wild-then: 'N-NOW! N-N-NOW! C-COME, S-SWEET GWENNIE, C-COMEEEE!'
"I did! And we did! Together! We shot off so tremendously that for a moment I think I almost passed out. How can I describe the feel of pure come in my cunt! It was the first time I had felt it; the first time an unrubbered peter had ever spurted nakedly into me. Charge after charge of come streamed from his cock, flooding my cunny and driving me out of my mind. Instantly I began working my inner muscles, clamping down on the length of his peter, pumping and pulling from him the final drops, all the while crying and moaning and making animal-like noises.
"Then, like an empty sack, daddy collapsed on top of me. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him. ‘Oh, daddy… you fucked me so good!'
"What did mom think about dad's fucking me? Well, mom didn't blow her cool too much about it; she was still too mad about my using her dildoe and rectal unit. I can be positive of this because, later, that night, I sneaked down to the bedroom and listened at the door. Dad explained that he had made love to me because I had wanted him to and because he felt that since Ron and I were screwing, he might as well show me how to do it right.
" ‘Sex is one of the key pleasures of a healthy emotional life,' dad said, 'and if the child's to enjoy herself, she might as well be taught by someone she loves and trusts.'
"'Is she any good at it?' mom asked.
"'She's a good lay, nice and tight,' dad said. Then he mused, 'I wonder how good she is at sucking a cock-but maybe she and Ronnie haven't gotten around to that yet.'
"Listening at the door, I smiled, deciding I had quite a few surprises in store for my father. Then I heard mom say that as long as dad was going to teach me all about love, she might as well break in Ronnie! Dad thought this was a good idea, and asked if she thought it was a good idea if the four of us would ball it together. He finished with, 'I'd enjoy seeing you make love with a teenage boy. I don't suppose you've ever fucked a boy that young, have you, dear?'
"Mom laughed lightly and said it would be especially nice breaking in Ronnie. 'I agree with you, Harvey. I think I'll enjoy watching you and Gwennie screw. That's almost half the pleasure-watching others do it.'
"Then dad laughed and said that he and mom were a couple of voyeurs, and she replied that maybe Ronnie and I were bisexual and that the four of us might have what she called a family get-together.'
"That's exactly what happened the very next night. After mom and dad had called us to their bedroom, they explained that since Ronnie and I had been screwing-well, why not keep the fucking in the family. Mom didn't use the word fucking,' but it was obvious she meant exactly that.
"Ronnie and I were all for the idea, and very shortly he and I and mom and dad were naked and ready for action. I walked into dad's arms and we kissed, I delighting in the way the tip of his hard peter poked at me. But I played it real cool, acting real dumb. 'Oh, father,' I sighed, 'I do so want to suck it. Show me how… 'That got him going and he sat down on a vanity stool and opened his legs. I got down on my knees before him, at the same time watching mom and Ronnie. I now knew what mom meant by watching. Wow! Looking at other people enjoying themselves with sex was interesting and exciting. I supposed that was why my parents and their guests always had so much fun at their parties.
"Mom had sat down on the bed, and Ronnie, his peter hard and sticking out, stood before her, gawking at her huge tits-two big white mounds topped with brown-red berries. 'Feel them, Ronnie,' mom whispered. ‘Play with them. You want to.'
"Bending down, Ronnie began feeling mom's tits, at the same time attempting to work himself into a position that would enable him to suck her big nips-but she said, 'No, wait! Let me get on the bed. You'll be able to do it easier that way.'
"Mom got on the bed, lying sideways over it, with her legs hanging over the side. I think that then she was hinting for Ron to go down on her, but instead, he knelt on the rug beside the bed, bent his head to one of her nipples and began sucking, slurping away like a newborn baby. Since she lay with her thighs open, I had a real groovy view of her cunt. She did have a nice slit and a thick mass of curly brown hair.
"I suppose Ron finally took the hint, for he moved his mouth from mom's tit and began licking and kissing her stomach; when he reached her pubic hair, she opened her thighs even wider, sighing and whispering, 'Suck me. Show me how you did it to Gwennie.'
"Kneeling before dad, between his hairy legs, I took his cock in my hand, and he instructed me on how to suck his cock. I played it cool, acting like I had never had a pisser in my mouth before, 'You don't put the entire cock in your mouth, Gwennie,' he said softly. "The way you do it-first you lick my nuts,' He pulled up the skin on his balls. 'From there, you lick the underside of my peter, moving your tongue slowly until you reach the head. That's why I like it there, on the head, because that's where all the sensation is. You lick the head all over and every now and then push your mouth down over it. Then you take as much of my cock into your mouth as you can; just pretend you're trying to swallow it-and as you go down on it, lick and suck as hard as you can. I want you to swallow the stuff when I, come, otherwise I won't be able to enjoy it so well. I think you'll be able to take the full load. But keep right on sucking when I come; that way you'll get all of it. You understand all that, honey?'
"'Yes, daddy,' I said, moving my mouth down to his balls, which I began to lick. Rapidly I moved my tongue, sliding it up the side of his prick, while dad leaned back and watched me, his eyes bright and shiny. Gradually I worked my way toward the head-that's what I really wanted-and when I reached it, I engulfed it with my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down over it. All the while I kept my tongue moving and never for a moment forgetting to apply a steady suction. I really sucked my father, going at it so furiously that my spit began sliding down his prick, finding its way into his thick pubic hair. I licked and sucked and munched down hard on the spongy head, at times squeezing the hard prick flesh between my fingers.
"Dad began breathing heavily and squirming slightly on the vanity stool. Then he leaned back against the dresser and slid down somewhat, croaking in a voice that burned with pure sex, 'Gwennie, ease a-a finger into my asshole and suck a little harder.'
"I did so, having little difficulty in getting my index finger up his hind end (up to the second knuckle) and began moving it in a circular motion; also I began sucking him harder, tightening my mouth around his hot cock. Anxious for the taste of his come, I decided to hurry the blow job and make him pop off as soon as possible, I also watched Ron and mom out of the corner of my eye.
"Ronnie had his head buried between mom's thighs and was sucking her for dear life, his hands fastened on and her legs wrapped around his neck and head. They were really having a ball. 'Higher!' mom whispered. 'I-I'll telllll y-you-uhh-there!' A long moan crawled from her throat. ‘S-Suck-i-it-right-there…'
"Then mom went sort of nuts as she had her come. She pressed her hands to my brother's head and her legs began kicking straight out, while her head rolled back and forth on the pillow. 'Hhkh-ohohohoko!' she cried, 'SSssssuuuckkkkkkkk mmeeeeee!'
"As for Ronnie-I have to give him credit! He kept right on slurping away at her cunt, drinking in her juices…
"Faster and faster I moved my mouth over dad's peter, my tongue forever busy, flicking incessantly over his screaming flesh, drawing the come from his balls into his cock; and I succeeded in my efforts. Lust made him frantic and, grasping me by the ears, he began moving my head up and down over his cock at an even faster rate.
"'H-HAR-D!' he blubbered. 'I-I-uhhhhh… ‘
"At that instant his come shot forth, a geyser of the creamy stuff. Dad tried to press my head down all the way on his cock, wanting to bury it in my throat, but I clamped my mouth around the base of the head and held fast, knowing that if he pumped his cream down my throat I would not be able to enjoy the taste of it. Dad groaned and shook and shivered, while I tasted and swallowed. I kept pulling on the head of his peter, delighting at how his come kept spurting out, in a stream that got weaker and weaker. Then there was nothing at all.
"Dad pulled my mouth from his softening cock. I was breathing heavily, a thin line of come dribbling from one corner of my mouth. I looked up and smiled at dad, then placed my cheek against his thigh. His come had tasted so sweet; it reminded me of buttermilk.
" ‘I loved doing that to you, daddy,' I whispered. Til suck you off anytime you want me to.' I glanced over at mom and at Ronnie, who was standing in front of her, fucking her in the mouth as she sat on the side of the bed. She had her arms locked around his waist, and he was holding her head to his cock with his hands, while he hunched her, working his peter in and out of her mouth. Then he began crying, 'I'm shooting, m-mom! I'm-I'm coming-i-in-your-uhhhhhh!'
"I heard dad whispering to me, 'Gwcnnie, I'll go down on you now,' He stood up and indicated by his manner that he wanted me to sit on the vanity stool. I had another idea, one I felt would be more exciting. I looked over at the bed, where mom was lying sideways, flat on her back, with Ronnie between her legs, standing on the floor and preparing to mount her. Grinning like a little imp, he was rubbing the head of his cock up and down over her cunt lips, no doubt teasing her.
"'Will you hurry up and fuck me!' she ground out.
"Then Ronnie shoved it to her, boring in until his cock was buried to his balls, making mom gasp with pleasure and surprise. 'Y-You're-g-good fucking, mom!' Ron muttered and began working his hips. Mom began sighing and pinching her own nipples. She sure loved to fuck, and I thought of the time I had seen her doing it at a party with three men. One man had fucked her, another had sucked her tits, while she sucked off a third man who had knelt over her.
"'How about sucking me on the bed?' I suggested to dad. 'I'll lay next to mom-okay?'
"That was agreeable to my father, and I got to the bed, lying down next to mom and pushing my butt to the edge in order to give him plenty of room. Glancing at mom, I saw that she was lost in a whirlpool of lust, her eyas glazed, her mouth slack, grunting every now and then as Ronnie gave her cunt an extra hard jab.
"'H-Howw-is it-m-mommm?' he asked. 'Am-I- f-fucking you okay?'
" ‘U-uhh-huh, b-but-d-don't-s-s-stop!" she panted.
"I felt dad's hands fumbling with my tits, and then he surprised me by crawling up over me. He enclosed me in his arms and I cooperated willingly as he French-kissed me, my lips glued tightly to his. I was in a hurry, but dad took his time feeling up my tits, my ass, and running his fingers into my cunt.
"'Dad, aren't you going to suck me?' I finally asked, getting worried and becoming impatient. I got the idea that maybe he was going to fuck me instead.
"'Yes,' he mumbled, 'but I want to kiss you all over first.' And that's what he did, the nasty man, kissing me tenderly, not even missing my sweet little bungy hole, which he tongued for several long, delightful minutes. Dad then requested me to open my legs as far as possible, showing me the precise position he wanted for cunnilingus. Presently he knelt between my legs, appearing as anxious as some of the high-school boys I had dated.
"Dad began by brushing my cunt hairs with his lips and nose, no doubt inhaling the sweet pussy smell. I had doused my pussy liberally with perfume and I presumed he enjoyed the fragrance. Very carefully-at long last-he slipped his long tongue into my cunt and went right to work by burying his mouth against my slit. I lifted my hind end slightly as his tongue found my clit and skillfully began working it, his tongue moving like a drunken worm. Apparently he intended to tease me a bit, for he withdrew his tongue and began licking my thighs; he also began fingering my asshole with the tip of his forefinger. Hot now-no, sizzling!-I threw up my hips so that my wet cunt lips tried to capture his tongue, which was furiously working through my hairs. I began to twist and squirm, even more than mom, who was carrying on beside me on the bed. 'Daddy, daddy!' I begged. 'D-Don't tease me so! Make me come!'
"This time dad didn't fool around. This time he buried his mouth in my vagina and began rotating his tongue over my hard clit. I jumped, partially from surprise and partially from pleasure, when he slipped a finger into my asshole. His other hand slid upward across my pulsating belly, reaching for my tits.
"Then mom popped off, crying out like she was in some kind of torment, bouncing up and down on the bed so hard that she almost shook daddy's mouth from my dripping snatch! And my big brother began grunting as he poured the load from his balls into mom's cunt.
"Dad was really sucking me now, boring in with his mouth and driving me nuts with his tongue. While my hands beat the bedspread, a series of low moans began escaping my throat; then dad began-I guess you'd call it "masturbating my asshole'-and that did it! I banged off, almost screaming as I came! 'DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!' I cried. 'SUCK ME HARDER-H-HARD-ERrrrrr!' It seemed that I just kept coming and coming; yet I still noticed what Ron was doing-crawling over mom to fuck her in the mouth…
"After that first night, mom and dad and Ron and me got to making out with each other two and three times a week. Dad got the idea that perhaps it would be a good thing if Ronnie and I began swapping with them at parties, but mom vetoed his suggestion on the grounds that we were still too young for such freewheeling sex. She said some of their friends had big mouths and might blab to the wrong people that underage kids were screwing around with adults. Uh-huh. There was always some snitch who might louse up a good deal. But naturally that didn't stop the four of us from having fun in private, almost always in mom and dad's bedroom, late at night.
"After a week or so, we even got to doing what dad referred to as 'pluralism,' which seemed like a pretty icky word to me-blahh! You know, I mean like singular and plural. Anyhow-the four of us got to having 'pluralism,' which means that the four of us sometimes all got connected together-like we were one body! I didn't mind that at all, not even when I sucked mom's cunt. I liked going down on her and enjoyed it when she blew me. Ronnie and dad felt the same way-about sucking each other's cocks, I mean. But what I liked best of all was the fact that we took turns choosing different combinations to diddle in. Mom, she liked to lay on her back and have Ron suck her off while I'd kneel over her face. Dad would stand in front of me, and I'd blow him as she ate me. Another way we'd do it-I'd get between mom's-legs and eat her snatch, and Ron would fuck her in the mouth, eating dad at the same time, who'd be standing in front of him. Dad liked it best when I'd blow him while he sucked off Ron who would kneel over him. Mom would stand in front of Ron, and he'd lick her cunt like wild, getting double pleasure as dad sucked him. Now and then mom and I would do a swinging sixty-nine-and do you know what? We even fucked each other using dildoes, but I never enjoyed that too much. It seemed rather silly to me, for the two of us to use imitation cocks when dad and Ron had perfectly good flesh-and-blood peters. Of course, a dildoe never had to get a hard on, but it never felt as good as a real peter either.
"Ronnie, the nasty boy, really enjoyed grouping it. That way he could always cornhole either mom or dad, though I think mom enjoyed getting fucked in the ass more than dad did. I remember the first time Ron hopped mom in her tail end-tailgating it,' dad laughingly called it. That first time-Ron didn't even have to ask mom. She suggested it to him.
"We were standing around talking about what to do, and mom said, 'Ron, honey, why don't you do it to me in the back end. You said once that you always wanted to do it that way to Gwennie, but that she would never let you. I'U kneel by the side of the bed and suck off Gwennie while you fuck me in the behind. Do you want to?'
"Did he! 'Sure, but won't it hurt when I shove it in? But sure, if you want me to,' Ronnie said. He stood there fingering his cock, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
"Dad said, 'Gwennie dear, how about blowing me at the same time that your mother eats you?' He glanced at the bed. 'Trouble is, I don't know how I can brace myself, since you'll be lying across the bed. I know, I'll use the back of a chair.'
"In the meanwhile, mom had gone to the dresser and returned with a jar of vaseline and a box of kleenex. Motioning for me to get on the bed, she sat down and opened the jar and, when I had spread out on the bed, she got to her knees in front of me, by the side of the bed. Turning slightly, she greased Ronnie's stiff cock, then wiped her fingers on several kleenex tissues, saying, 'Ronnie, dear. All you have to do is-center the head of your cock on my asshole and push. Shove hard "on your cock and don't worry about hurting me. Your father does it to me that way a lot, and I'm used to it.'
"Dad, crawling on the bed and moving over me, got into position, his big dick only a few inches from my mouth. As hard as it was, it stuck out almost straight, and I knew he'd have to lean down and bend over a chair in order to get the head in my mouth. Waiting, he said, ‘I'll wait until Ronnie gets his prick in your mother's ass and until she begins sucking you before I give you my cock. It'll be easier that way.'
"Mom leaned over the bed and me, her mouth only inches from my pussy, and pulled her ass-cheeks apart. Ronnie moved in behind her and began pushing the head of his dick into her bung. 'It-it's in!' mom gasped. 'Shove! Shove it hard!' Ronnie did and mom, her eyes widening, let out a tremendous sigh, a sort of Ahhhhh, which meant that Ron had butt-hopped right up to his balls. Then, putting his arms around mom's hips, Ronnie began hunching her. With a dreamy look on her face, she lowered her mouth to my pussy and began sucking, her tongue slicing in quick and sure, lapping right for my clit. It seemed to me that every time Ronnie gave her a lunge, her tongue shot into my cunt with more force. I don't know-it could have been my imagination.
"Dad, his knees on each side of me, moved higher up, sort of raising his loins as he leaned over and braced himself on the back of a chair that he had placed close to the bed, a position that placed the head of his cock against my mouth. Parting my lips, I let the head slip in and began a slow gentle sucking. I tossed my arms about his hips and pulled down slightly on his rear. Taking the hint, and knowing what I desired, Dad began slowly to hunch in my mouth.
"I suppose mom and dad and Ronnie and I would still be grouping it if one of the servants hadn't reported us. I wish dad had given the cook her raise. If he had, I wouldn't be here and Ronnie wouldn't be in that icky boys' school. But we'll be out in a short while. Dad's hired the best lawyers in the state."
While Mr. and Mrs. Harvey T- were arrested and charged with "lewd and licentious cohabitation with minors" and "contributing to the delinquency of minors," they were later released, without going to trial, the district attorney declining to prosecute on the grounds that the evidence (only the testimony of a woman who cooked for the T-s) was too inconclusive and circumstantial. However, Gwendolyn and Ronald, her brother, were placed in juvenile homes.
Space does not permit a lengthy discussion on how promiscuous parents influence their children, either directly or indirectly. It will suffice to point out that the teenager motivated by the incestuous impulse (no matter its origin) must have a ready and willing sexual accomplice; so called "swinging" parents are, beyond question of any reasonable doubt, the most cooperative of all adult partners. What can we say of Mr. amp; Mrs. H. T-? They are perverted in a social and a moral sense; yet we can not conclude ipso facto, that they are suffering from any form of psycho-sexual pathology. To arrive at such a conclusion would require a separate study.
Gwendolyn herself presents a case of complete depravity (we use the term in the usual colloquial sense); her penis wish, coupled with slight hostility which later vanished when she began having sex with her father and her mother, completely dominated her superego; her incestuous acts did not project any trace of guilt upon her ego.
The prognosis for Gwendolyn is dark. We cannot predict any kind of moral future for her. Nor for any girl who has incest on her mind and works at making her dream become reality.