As he moved to a kneeling position between the legs she had spread wide in readiness — his big cock now standing erect through the opening of his shorts — I felt my breath catch in my throat. My knees shook when Terri reached up to grasp his prick. She whispered something I couldn't hear through the buzzing that filled my brain, and then she began to tug at his shorts. He was out of them in an instant.
As he flung himself on top of her, his mouth locking on hers, one hand squeezing at her tit while the other slipped beneath the cheeks of her ass, she once again grasped his prick and struggled to guide it home. I began to undress.
I felt a searing flame rush upward from my cunt as he gave a powerful thrust downward, plunging his cock deep into her eager little pussy, and the soft moan that escaped her lips was not a childish cry — it was the sound of a woman being fucked. She was no cherry, not by along shot, and her purring alone was proof enough of how much she loved a good fucking.
By the time I had stripped myself bare, Daddy had settled into a steady stroke that carried his cock deep into her upraised cunt, then he withdrew it until only the head remained between the changing lips. Her heels were dug into the bed, her body arched into a bow, and I could clearly see the union of their bodies. Ready to come, just from the excitement of watching, I joined them on the bed. I knelt beside them, purposely letting my tits hang down so that the nipples brushed against the moving back of my father, and I began to stroke him with one hand. Across his hard and hairy ass. Lightly, down into the crack of his ass. Between his legs. Feeling the firmness of his balls, holding them and feeling them move as he fucked. Without moving from between Terri's legs, he raised himself and threw his arm around me, pulling me to him. We kissed.
Terri's leg, raised and bent at the knee, was between us, and it felt silken and soft as it moved against my belly and my cunt. I could hear her breathing heavily as she writhed against the cock that was piercing her, and I found myself reaching down to stroke her tit.
The perfect little tit felt delightfully rigid through the thin nylon, and the hardened nipple seemed to burn my stroking palm. I had meant to hold off — to let Terri have a good fucking before I got my own — but that was forgotten now. I needed some. And I went after it.
Terri was going to have to share that cock.
"Let her sit on your cock, Daddy," I said, pulling away from the two of them. He smiled, knowing what I was going to suggest, and slipped his cock free. I stroked his hard shaft, wet with the juices of their fucking, released it as he rolled onto his back, and said, "If I have to wait for my cock, I'll need some tongue to keep me going." And I quickly moved to straddle his face.
Even as my knees were sinking into the mattress and I was lowering my ass and cunt down over his face, I felt him reach up eagerly to grasp my thighs, pulling me down. I closed my eyes as I felt the first licking of his warm, wet tongue, a licking that began at the front of my cunt and ended when it had reached far back into the crack of my ass. When I opened my eyes — an eternity later it seemed — Terri was facing me, kneeling, one leg on each side of his body, getting ready to lower herself onto the rigid prick she grasped in her trembling fingers. The gown had been cast aside. She was totally naked.
As she let herself slowly down onto that beautiful cock, I could actually see the pink little lips of her pussy spread wide to accept it. Her face looked dazed. Her eyes were glassy, her lips slack. As Daddy's tongue licked deep into my cunt, I found myself reaching out to stroke the base of his cock, the hard flatness of his belly. His tongue licked faster.
I could feel it moving hungrily back and forth between the lips of my pussy, stretching out to stroke at my clitoris, probing deep into my vagina. My hips pumped back and forth as if I were fucking, and he kept his head high between my thighs, licking and sucking whatever he could reach. A red haze seemed to fill the air between me and Terri.
She was moving herself in tight little circles above his pumping hips, and I could see her little cunt opening and closing like a flower as his cock slid in and out of her. I leaned forward, far forward, bracing one hand on each side of Daddy, and very gently placed my lips on Terri's delectable tit. It tasted sweet, clean. She put one hand on each side of my face, holding me there, and the bed groaned loudly as she began frantically pumping her hips above the cock that was in her.
I sucked her rigid little nipple between my lips; nipped it once with my teeth, and then lifted a hand to her shoulder and pushed her backward. I knew she was ready to come; I knew Daddy was ready to come, and I wanted in on the action.
It was exactly like doing the sixty-nine, except that the cock I leaned forward to lick was partially covered by an almost hairless little pussy that weaved and bobbed before my eyes. With Terri leaning far back and bracing herself on her hands, I was able to touch my lips and tongue to the base of his prick, the crisp hair of his pubis, and my new position let him do a better job on my cunt. Better and better. Faster and deeper. Faster. Licking the right spots… Faster…! I began to come.
The wet heat inside my cunt built like a volcano. Suddenly, it erupted. I pressed my quivering cunt down tight against his face, moving it, and I trembled as he greedily sucked the juice that flowed from inside me. And then the two of them followed suit.
"I can't… I can't… I can't!" Terri cried incoherently, thrusting her cunt down to meet the powerful throb of his hips, leaving no room for me. They strained against one another, groin to groin, trembling as they came. Terri slumped backward. As if in slow motion, I watched his prick slide free from the quivering lips of her pussy, saw his prick release one last silvery spurt of semen, and watched her collapse onto her back, their legs tangled together, his hairy balls were almost touching her little cunt.
His prick was wet and shining with the juices of their fuck, and a few pearls of come had beaded in the black curls of hair above his cock. I licked them up, tasting the familiar saltiness of his come, and I put my hand around his cock. It was fast going soft.
"I can't go again, Brenda," he said from between my thighs, and I felt his hands drop away from my body, felt his hair brush against my naked legs as he lowered his face from my cunt. "I couldn't fuck again if my life depended on it. Not now." But I had already thought of a surprise for him.
The surprise lay spread before my eyes — pink and coral and tempting, surrounded by a shimmering halo of pale golden fuzz, with here and there a sparkling diamond of his come. Terri's cunt.
Without really thinking about it I had decided to eat her cunt.
"You've got two daughters for lovers now, remember?" I reminded him in a voice that was more teasing than serious. Then, because I knew that he would be more easily aroused if he could watch what I was about to do, I shifted my body over so that I lay with my cunt near his face — my tits against his side, my face very close to his prick and his nuts — and very close to the open pussy of my little sister. We were ready.
As I took his sticky, limber prick in one hand and his balls in the other, leaning down so close that I knew he would be able to feel the touch of my breath, I kept my eyes on the delicious little box that lay between Terri's thighs. Though she was beginning to come out of the stupor that always claims a woman after she has been flicked, her slim legs were still draped over his, her gash in front of my face.
I lifted his cock and fitted the sticky flesh into my mouth, tasting the sweet-salty-tasteless come that coated his prick, and I heard Terri's breath rattle in her throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt his shaft begin to swell slightly inside my mouth, and then I released him… and went after my little sister.
Daddy slipped away from us as I used my hands to lift Terri's ass from the bed, and I knew then that he had clearly understood what I wanted to do and I knew what he would do.
Her fine little pelvis seemed to twitch as I lifted her butt and draped her thighs over my shoulders and for a moment I was afraid she would try to pull away. Then I kissed the center of her pussy and her reaction told me that was the last thing on her mind. Her fingers clawed painfully — but pleasingly, oh, so pleasingly! — into the back of my neck, trying to draw my face into her sopping little pussy, and her thighs trembled against my shoulders. I resisted her.
Hold your pussy open, Terri, so. I can see it, I said and it was all I could do to whisper the words. I shifted myself into a kneeling position, using my shoulders to raise her ass so high that she was resting fully on her own. I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two fingers and pulled apart the tempting lips of her tight little cunt. It was gorgeous. As she spread it wide before my eyes, revealing the inner flesh that was slightly darker than the pink lips — slightly puckered from fucking — a trickle of come was released from inside her. I went after it like a cat goes after cream. I felt Daddy coming after me.
In the same instant that I clasped my mouth tight over her dripping little pussy, sucking hard as I sought the delicious come she had drained from his cock, I felt his hand reach beneath me to grasp my tit. I felt a hand swipe upward between my legs, stroking my pussy; and I felt my flesh being spread wide by the head of a cock. In other words… I felt wonderful.
I was near the edge of the bed, with my ass raised high in the air, and that allowed him to fuck me while standing. Let me tell you, there is no better way. Add that to the cloudy white come Terri was serving from the priceless cup of her pussy and you will see that I was getting the best of everything… from two people I loved. Cunt and cock. The best of them both.
In front of me, squirming in reaction to the darting of my tongue, the delicate sucking of my mouth, was a pussy that any woman would envy and any man would desire. It seemed to flex around my stroking tongue; it seemed to struggle to draw me deeper into its tasty flesh. And behind me, behind me… behind me!!
His heavy cock pumped steadily in and out of my cunt, spreading me wider than he had ever done, reaching deeper than any prick I had ever known, exciting my throbbing clit beyond imagination. I could feel the hair at the base of his cock teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass with each inward thrust he made, and I could feel the lips of my cunt being drawn outward each time he withdrew. For the second time that evening, I was getting ready to come. Terri beat me to it.
Her thighs tightened spasmodically around my neck, she almost smothered me as she used both hands to hold me tight against her cunt, and her clit went prick-hard between my lips. Her cunt was slack and wet.
Hot come exploded deep inside my gash, spurting from the cock of my father, at exactly the same second I felt myself reach a coming that was one for the books. For just a moment he held me like that, letting me writhe on the end of his dick, and then we collapsed across the bed. Daddy fell between us, and it was a long time before I could find the energy to raise my head and look at my sister. She looked exhausted, satiated. I winked at her.
"I had made a wise decision. Daddy would need someone when I was gone. Terri would be that someone. She would love him, as I had done. She would care for him, as I had done. She would fuck him, as I had done. A wise decision. One I was sure I would never regret."
A wise decision? One she would never regret? In view of the existing moral code in our society, that conclusion on the part of Brenda seems highly premature. For, even if the incestuous relationship between the father and his younger daughter should avoid discovery — as was the status of the affair at the time this case-study was made — Brenda is certain to be forever affected by the knowledge that she has not only violated the strictest of our moral taboos but that she must also bear the responsibility for whatever tragedy may befall Terri as the result of this situation.
Though Brenda deliberately avoids any expression of feelings of guilt, it may well be that the introduction of her younger sister into the incestuous affair was simply a method of easing the pangs of guilt that must surely have been present. An act — any act — becomes more acceptable to the human mind when it is known that others are so engaged. The burden of guilt becomes lighter when it is shared.
In these previous pages we have seen a case where the daughter was clearly the aggressor in the incest and one where the parties involved have thus far escaped the consequences of their actions. Many do not escape these consequences so easily, however, and many females do not yield so easily to the hidden, but natural, incestuous desires.
Mom says I'm a damned fool. My case-worker, Miss Taylor, says the same thing, only she says it in words that I only half understand, words that're supposed to show how damned educated she is, I guess.
Whenever Mom comes to visit me here at Juvenile Center, it's the same old line of shit. First, she puts on her bawling act, complete with the bit where she slobbers all over my neck and pats my shoulders raw, and then she says, "Why don't you tell the truth? You might as well tell the truth. You think I don't know that man?"
Miss Taylor is worse. The titless old bitch always sniffs through that horse nose of hers and comes on with something like, "Your total lack of co-operation shall be difficult to justify to my superiors, Melody. Why not mitigate your situation by divulging the truth?"
Fuck her! Fuck them both! How can they know the truth about what happened when I don't even know the truth myself? How?
That's what I've been trying to do — get the truth together in my own mind; the real truth, not the truth everybody seems to want to hear. I've been thinking on it for weeks, trying to find an answer to that question: Who is to blame?
It would be easy enough to blame it all on the old man. A dead cinch, as a matter of fact. That's all they want to hear. All I'd have to do would be start bawling, then come up with some shit like, "He told me we were going to wrestle, then, next thing I knew, he had… he had his thing in me!" and they'd all pat me and say, "Poor, poor child!" Fuck them! It wasn't that way at all.
Maybe the old man was to blame the first time it happened. I guess there's no way you can excuse rape, especially the rape of your own daughter. But it's a fact that if I'd known then what I know now, the whole thing would never have happened. How many broads have said that, I wonder.
I was twelve years old, cherry, and dumb as they happen. I mean, I knew from nothing. I knew I got that funny little ache in my pussy sometimes, and I knew it got worse when I rubbed it, and I knew it finally went away if I rubbed it enough, and that was the extent of my knowledge about sex. A real brain.
I knew that boys were beginning to give me a new kind of look since my boobs had started to grow into hard little knobs that ached almost all the time, but I can honestly say I didn't connect those looks — or even the few sneak feels I can recall with anything like fucking. I was pretty dense in those days.
It never entered my empty little head that the new curves that were forming on my body — a new roundness on the under-curves of my butt, a slight flare to my hips, slightly more padding on my thighs — had much to do with the new way the old man was treating me, either. I knew he'd changed somehow; that was all.
He'd always made a big thing out of wrestling around with me, tickling me and all that, and all that had suddenly stopped. Instead, I'd sometimes turn around to find him watching me in the same kind of way the boys at school did, looking at my ass and long legs in that way that'd cause that warm feeling inside me. Mom had noticed those looks too, I realize now, because more than once I saw her glaring at him. I heard them yelling their heads off at one another about it another night, and I remember wondering why my own father wasn't supposed to look at me. That fight ended like all the rest. She stomped out of the house, headed for her sister's place, where she always went when she was pissed, and the old man proceeded to get drunk. Which was what he always did when he was pissed at her.
It was on a night like that that my old man copped my cherry.
He'd come home early from the docks where he worked as a stevedore, and, out of the clear blue sky, he'd handed me a present. I squealed with delight when I opened the box and found a green knit minidress, the sharpest I'd ever seen. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.