His one hand slipped away from my tit, down to my bare leg, then moved up between the cheeks of my ass and touched my cunt from the rear, and then he asked, "Does that maybe give you an idea?"
"It gives me sort of… backward ideas," I said, then laughed as I turned to kiss him again. I helped him undress. My gown stayed on because he wanted it that way. He said he liked the feel of it.
And it did feel good against my naked skin. Static electricity caused it to cling to the dips and hollows of my body as he guided me onto the bed. It rasped deliciously against the smooth spheres of my breasts, making my nipples come alive, and I could feel the ruffled hem lightly touching me in a line across my buttocks. The hem slipped into the small of my back as I knelt on the bed, leaning down on my elbows.
The old man had his hands on my waist. I could feel one of his thighs touching the back of my leg. The mattress sank as he moved between my legs. I spread them wider. His hands moved from my waist down to the naked skin of my upraised buttocks. I could feel the sweat in his palms. As his fingers tightened on the big spheres of flesh — little — he had called me — plying them, kneading them, I lowered my face until it was almost touching the sheet my long red hair fell around my face. I clenched my fist so tight I felt my nails digging into my palms as I felt his stiff cock brush against my leg. I knew he was watching his hands work me over, deliberately being slow, and I wanted to scream at him to get on with it. I shifted myself backward, meaning to press myself against his cock. He moved at the same time.
He had moved back. His hands went to my upper legs. They held me. I felt his face against my ass. No — his lips! I closed my eyes as he planted wet, soft kisses on the bottom curve of one buttock, then the other. He bit me gently once or twice, then touched his tongue to the spot he'd bitten. His mouth moved closer to the center, licking, kissing as it moved. I put my head back down between my forearms. My titties swung beneath me, nylon teasing my nipples. I felt his tongue press itself into the smooth crack, very near my asshole. I purred like a kitten.
"He's going to eat it again from behind!" I thought excitedly. I tried to spread myself so it would be easier for his tongue to lick away the fire that was running wild between the lips of my slit. But I wasn't so lucky. Not this time. I felt his tongue move slowly — so damnably slow — upward. And his hands left my legs. I felt them go beneath me on the outside of my gown. They formed two warm cups beneath my tits. My ass was tickled deliciously by the hard hairiness of his belly. One hand left my tit. My breath rattled loudly in my throat as, an instant later, I felt the head of his cock slip inside me. Just the head. Guiding it with his hand, I suppose, he moved it from side to side, up and down, in small circles that were tortures from heaven. Each move of that cock brought a moan from my lips.
"Do it… Do it all the way m! Bang me with it. Bang me!" I pleaded through clenched teeth. I tried to push myself back fully onto the warm meat that I knew lay beyond that knobbish head, to swallow it with the wet mouth of my cunt. Easing away so he could continue the voluptuous torture, he said, "Is that how you like it? You like to get banged?" I whimpered a weak, pleading, "Yes."
And then he banged me.
His cock plunged into me with a force that pushed me forward on my knees. I felt the head of it pound against something deep inside me. I felt the soft lips of my pussy sink inward as they attempted to cling to the hard flesh that slipped between them. He was in so deep that the crisp hair above his prick was touching the sensitive skin of my ass. He reached beneath me and once again grasped both my titties. His hands felt good through the nylon… even better than when I was naked. I tried to follow as his cock inched out of me.
But then it was slamming into me again… and again. His hands tightened around my tits as he used his grip on them to provide the leverage he needed for those long strokes of his cock. He was leaning over my back, his face resting just above and between my shoulder blades, and his breath was hot and damp through my gown. As he pumped faster, I felt his balls touch my leg. I reached for them.
They were hard as the cock I felt inside me. I gave them a gentle pressure that caused him to moan in passion. Faster and faster he drove himself in and out of my cunt. I was close to coming, my whole body tingling in anticipation, and I rocked back and forth on my knees, trying to hurry myself to that moment when the muscles, the nerves, the whole of my cunt would ignite in fiery orgasm. His weight was suddenly heavy upon me. I gave his nuts one last squeeze, then sprawled full-length on the bed, my legs flying wide.
"You've got the cunt of a Goddam princess," he panted. His hands were trapped beneath me, still on my tits. "The best cunt this side of a wet dream." The cheeks of my ass were flattened beneath his weight. He was between my long legs, fucking with short, choppy strokes because of our new position. "Tight as a rubber. Tight… like a cunt should be." The words poured into my ears with each stroke of his cock.
I closed my legs so I could feel more of him. As if the closing had caused my cunt to tighten around his prick, he gave a deep grunt of pleasure, then pounded himself into me even faster than before. The bed shook violently beneath us. He bit the back of my neck.
I came with a blinding intensity, scissored my legs against the sheets, then came again. My head rolled from side to side, I saw only a brilliant red that penetrated my closed eyes.
I was dimly aware of him straining hard against my butt, holding his cock at its deepest for what seemed an eternity, and then there was the good feeling of wet warmth being hosed inside my cunt. The first stream filled me with the thick fluid. The next spurt caused me to overflow. A final stroke of his prick and I could feel a trickle of it flowing stickily from my cunt, beneath me. A few warm droplets spattered on the cheeks of my ass as he slipped it out and rolled away. He took me in his arms.
"You always did dig it dog-fashion, didn't you?" He asked me a long time later. I was almost asleep in his arms. I mumbled something senseless and he repeated the question. I smiled, kissed him and shook my head.
"Never had it that way before. What made you think so?"
He had one arm beneath me, his hands on my ass, and he pulled me closer against him. "Don't you remember that night? The second time? The things you said?"
I touched my finger to his lips, then threw my leg across his body and snuggled closer to him.
"Shhh! Of course I remember it. But I don't want to talk about it. That was a long time ago." My pussy was touching his leg… just barely.
"You talked about doing a lot of things that night. Blowing me, stuff like that. I ain't been able to get 'em out of my mind… All this time." He moved his leg high between my thighs, pressing it hard against my cunt. It felt good. I saw by the look on his face that he was getting horny again. His cock was half hard when I felt of it — and getting harder.
"We'll do them all," I promised, thinking to myself, "With the exception of that — I'm no cocksucker!"
It was the truth when I thought it. When he left my room that night, it wasn't. After you've fucked your own father, things like that don't seem so bad. None of them. He had to talk me into it that first time. And I don't suppose it was as hard as it should have been. I tried to stall him off by telling him there'd be other nights, and he just reminded me how hard they'd be to arrange. And all the while his cock was hard in my hand, and I kept remembering the way I'd so innocently kissed it a few nights before. That hadn't been so bad, had it? I asked myself at one point. And, after all, hadn't he gone down on my pussy? What was the difference? Really? What was the difference?
"All right, I'll suck you off," I said finally, then added, as though it made a difference, "but I don't want you to come in my mouth."
I guess I went about giving him that first blowjob just as professionally as any whore who ever lived. I know my actions gave me the same exciting, whorish feeling I'd had that night I called him into my room. It went off like I'd done it a million times.
His cock was sticky with dried come and, just like a pro, I went to get a cloth to wash it off. He was sitting with his legs over the side of the bed when I came back. I locked the door, then asked, "Any more special requests?" I let my hips roll as I walked to the bed.
"Do it any way you like," he said, stroking my leg as I sank down beside him. He seemed puzzled by my casualness. But I wasn't casual inside. Inside, I was feeling that whorish excitement. It didn't show, however, as I carefully washed the white remnants of come from his erected prick with the wet cloth. I laughed when the cold cloth caused him to shiver. Just like a pro, joking with a trick.
The rest of it was whorish, too. I stood and, looking down into his face with my eyes lidded and my lips slightly parted, very slowly and deliberately slipped my gown off over my head. I dropped it at my feet. It made a nice cushion for my knees when I knelt beside the bed, between his legs, and took his cock in one hand. With my other hand I reached out to touch his nuts. He put both hands behind my head. I felt him pulling me toward his cock. I let myself go easily.
Holding his prick upright with my hand and resting my elbow on his leg, I touched my lips to the dark-colored head. I kissed it again, at the edge of the foreskin. His hands urged me to do more. With my lips only slightly parted, I put my mouth over the tip of his prick; it had no more taste than any other part of the body. I parted my lips.
As he felt me take the tip of his prick into my mouth, he pulled harder on the back of my head, trying to force it deeper; I lowered my head until all the rounded knob was inside my mouth. That was as much as I could take; my mouth was opened so wide I could feel a dull ache at the hinges of my jaw, but that was all I could take. He was too big.
I drew on his cock until I felt my cheeks hollow with the suction, and he began squirming on the bed. My fingers moved up and down his cock, slipping the outer skin back and forth over the hard core, and my tongue swirled crazily over the spongy knob in my mouth…
He came suddenly to his feet, his hands still behind my head, and my tits were against his legs. That felt good. I cupped his balls with one hand, lightly, just tickling them, and my fingers literally flew up and down his rod. His legs began to shake, he bucked at me, and a moment later I was wiping from my chin, lips and mouth the part of his come I hadn't swallowed. "Dad," I said, "you're a good one for breaking promises."
But I wasn't mad about it. Not at all.
We did it all during the months that followed.
Every way, every time we got a chance. And somewhere during that time, Mom got suspicious. I guess she could see a change in us. She almost caught us a couple of times, and after a while I was certain she knew. Still, she couldn't prove a thing. That didn't stop her from making accusations, though… especially when I came up pregnant…
Even when I tried to make her think it could be the baby of anyone of a number of boys, she still screamed and called the old man a son of a bitch, and when she got the cops out to the house and give them her story and a line of shit about how she couldn't handle me and wanted both of us out of her house, they brought me hereto Juvenile Center.
They can't do anything to the old man, of course, unless I break down and tell like they want me to. Mom keeps hounding me to say he made me do shit. They'd leave me alone if I said that, I guess. But is it the truth? I can't find the answer.
Then there's the baby. I feel it more every day…
Eventually, of course, the truth was known. Melody's father was punished under the laws of his state. A case that clearly illustrates the two most dangerous aspects of daughter-father incest: pregnancy and the possibility of arrest. Though Wayland Young concluded that the genetic dangers of incestuous pregnancy have been greatly exaggerated — and even if there were no dangers — a child born in such a manner faces certain social problems. If the child is kept my his mother, those around it may always consider it something of a freak. Adoption laws in some states, on the other hand, require that prospective parents be told if the child is one born of incest.
Due to the widespread belief that such children are certain to inherit undesirable characteristics — a belief that is the subject of continuing debate and study among researchers — prospective parents are far less likely to adopt a child thus conceived, beautiful and intelligent as the child might be. Many states however, have recently done away with such archaic laws.
Most people who violate the taboo against incest, however, are aware of these dangers and wise enough to take precautions. Unlike Melody, who was so naive about sex, many of these couples are extremely sophisticated about sexual matters… and they satisfy their appetites by the most sophisticated means.
Faye, the cold old bitch, was stoned out of her mind before ten o'clock. Twice in a row she sloshed gin down the front of her hundred-dollar lounging pajamas. Both times. Dad refilled her glass and laughed along with the titless old bitch about her clumsiness. I waited until he led her off to her room, where she could sleep off her daily fifth, then I went to my room and got ready…
When my stepmother sacked out, I was a standard teen-age chick-black hair that was long and straight, slightly hip. Tight white denims that weren't quite tight enough so's she could bitch about me showing off my ass, a loose blue sweater that just hinted at the tits beneath it. Five or ten minutes later, when Dad came into my room, I was a woman who could match any of those cunts who posed for the dirty pictures in those magazines he constantly bought. As a matter of fact, I'd picked up a trick or three from those magazines.
The outfit I kept hidden in my closet was black as midnight-black thigh-high boots with stiletto heels that left a strip of white thigh showing between them and the silk panties that were slit down the front and back, and a heavy black belt with brass studs. Nothing else. Rouge circled the sharp nipples of my small high tits, making them look larger than they really were. My black cunt-hair puffed through the open front of my panties. The belt fitted snugly into the dip of my tiny waist, held there by a heavy brass buckle. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. The white bottoms, of the cheeks of my ass showed beneath the panties. The heels of the boots were so high that my rather boyish ass seemed fuller when I wore them. Another slit ran down the center of the back of the panties. That made them convenient… any way you wanted it.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall," I'd said, laughing as I looked at the reflection of my ass, my long legs, "who's the hottest fuck of all?" and seen Dad coming into my room as I said it.
"You are, Wanda — you're the hottest fuck of all," he said, then put his arms around me from behind. I watched the reflection of his hands reach up to cover the reflected peaks of my knockers. He tweaked the nipples. I pressed my butt against him. He had a fine hard on.
"Only with you, Press," I said truthfully. Now that the old bitch had conked out we could drop that "Dad" bullshit. We were lovers. "You know that, don't you? You're the guy makes me hottest. You know I'd never done… those things… until I did them with you, don't you?"
"I know," he said, his hands crawling away from my tits, over the heavy belt, onto my panties. We were talking about giving head, giving ass, real ass, things like that. He turned me around.
"Will you do it tonight, Wanda?" he asked, his hands now exploring my ass through the flimsy panties. He spread the rear slit wide, his fingers went between my buttocks. I put my arms around his neck, letting my hard nipples move against the front of his pajamas, and I said, "If you want a show, you'll get a show. I promise, I'll, do what she won't."