"Loving daughters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Burke Evan)

INTRODUCTION

… Terri was nervous as I led her into the room, my hand resting gently on the slight indentation of her waist. I felt a slight tremor course through her slender young body. She looked at Daddy, lying on the big double bed, wearing nothing but his shorts, and then her big innocent eyes were once again looking questioningly into mine. I heard her take a deep breath. She wanted to run, I knew, but she also wanted to stay.

She wanted to say… and be fucked, just as we had planned.

Daddy looked surprised, but both of us — me and him — knew that he was pretending. For weeks I had hinted that I wanted to bring my little sister to bed with us, and he had made no objection. He had not openly agreed, but he had made no objection.

And now she was here.

He raised himself up on one elbow, as if he were startled to see her there, but there was no way he could mask the desire that was in his eyes. It seemed to flash in the dark pupils. His tongue flicked out to dampen the thin line of his lips, and I could see that his cock was already hard and pressing against the front of his shorts. I closed the door behind us.

"She knows about us. She's known for a long time," I said as I crossed the room toward him. Before he could reply, I bent down and kissed him on the mouth, my hand going to the front of his shorts. I gave his cock a squeeze, then ended the kiss and turned to take a good look at my little sister.

She was enough to stiffen the cock of any man. Slim, even for a girl of thirteen, but slim in a way that was a promise of delightful things to come. The sheer green nylon of the short little gown that ended very high up on her smoothly tanned young thighs revealed the rounded little apples of her tits. She wore no bra — as her titties were only now approaching the stage when she would need one and the little nipples were seen as darker circles at the dome of each breast.

At the center of her transparent bikini panties was a hint of darkness — perhaps it was made by the hair that was beginning to sprout around her cunt, perhaps it was not — and on the insides of her thighs showed a flash of white, the end of her tan. Her eyes watching the floor, a nervous hand touching her long blonde hair, she shuffled from one foot to the other until I motioned for her to join us on the bed.

My hand was still squeezing the wonderful hardness of Daddy's prick through the cotton shorts as, entranced by the exquisite beauty of her tempting young body, I watched her timidly make her way across the room. Her bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor. I felt a warm wetness building in my cunt.

"Baby, you don't have to do this," I heard Daddy whisper in a voice so thick that the words seemed to run together. I was sitting with my hip pressed against his naked thigh, with only the thin material of my dress between us, and I felt his muscles tighten into knots. Then Terri was there.

"I want to do it, Daddy," she said, her lower lip trembling and her voice breaking. She seemed ready to cry. "I love you. I love you just like Brenda does… and I…" Sobbing, she threw herself into his arms.

I slipped my hand from between their bodies, watching as she pressed her face against his naked shoulder, her body shaking. She was sprawled between his legs, her little belly over the swelling cock I had just released, and she had slipped her hands beneath his shoulders. She gave a small whimper; then, like a swimmer diving into freezing water, she slithered upward and locked her lips to his.

Time seemed frozen. Then, slowly, as if he had fought and lost a battle, his hands began stroking her body. They moved slowly down across her shoulders, in to the small of her back, onto the cheeks of her rounded little ass, and they paused there. They flexed on her pretty ass, playing with the yielding flesh. She wiggled between his legs.

Her gown had worked its way up above her rump — or maybe he had tugged it there — and his hands began to ease her panties down, revealing her delightful little ass. It was untanned, very white in comparison to the tan of her legs. I was standing now, my legs feeling very weak, and I watched his fingers probe at the little cleft between her buttocks. I saw the pink flesh of her pussy for an instant as her ass lifted in reaction to the caresses of his hands, and then his wrist was blocking my view.

A moan escaped his lips as her small hand shot between their bodies, finding his prick, and then he rolled her over. Her panties were stretched tight between her thighs. Her pussy was a pink slit framed by a pale golden fuzz. Her eyes were very big in her childish face. Violently he jerked her panties off, then threw them on the floor.

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 a long 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 be withdrew it until only the head remained between the clinging 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 in 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, 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 hairs 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 lurch 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 fucked, 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 nails 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, and I watched in breathless silence as she reached down with two fingers of one hand 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 clamped 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 my flesh being spread wide by the head of a cock. In others 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.

Incest. A word that will cause a feeling of the deepest revulsion in many of those who hear it spoken; a word that will be misunderstood, or inadequately understood, by even more.

Incest. Perhaps the most deeply entrenched taboo in Western society. Forbidden by moral codes, forbidden by most religious customs, and in certain circumstances where it is not forbidden by law, it is at least discouraged. It is, surely, our strongest sexual taboo.

During the last two decades we have seen the stigma that was once associated with other "different" forms of sex begin to lessen. When, around 1955, the subculture of mate-swapping began to surface, it caused quite a furor. Many tried to write it off as a passing fad, and those who engaged in swapping were widely condemned. Today, though society has by no means given its approval of the practice, it has recognized that swapping is the personal business of those who engage in it, and that society has neither the need nor the means to control it. The taboo has not completely vanished — but much of the stigma has faded.

Oral sex — such as cunnilingus and fellatio — was once considered by many to be the most perverted of sexual acts. It was condemned as "unnatural" and was illegal in many states — even when practiced by a man and his wife, in the privacy of their own bedroom. While this act remains forbidden by statute in some states, such laws are rarely enforced — except in cases where minors are involved — and oral sex is seen in a new and much brighter light.

Anal intercourse is known to be used by a great number of couples, and the mention of this act no longer creates the revulsion that it once did. If not completely toppled, another taboo has at least been weakened.

Homosexuals, both male and female, have gained a new acceptance. Without putting it in writing, without changing the statutes that have discouraged and suppressed acts of homosexuality, society has finally conceded to these people their right to behave as they choose so long as their acts do not infringe upon the rights of others.

Yes, most of the taboos have faded away into limbo; and others are faltering. This is due in large part to the great advances made in psychosexual knowledge during recent years; due to studies such as the Kinsey reports, which showed such acts to be much more widespread than had previously been thought. It was information obtained from such studies that created a new atmosphere in which such acts are seen as small parts of the sexual scene rather than the "sick" acts of a "perverted" mind.

But what about incest?

Incest, of course, refers to sexual relations between members of the same family — between brother and sister, between mother and son, between father and daughter. The relationship may be homosexual such as a lesbian experiment between two sisters: or it may be troilistic (troilism is sex involving three partners) such as the case described by Brenda at the opening of this book. Still, it is incest.

The actual sex act may be oral, it may be anal, or it may be ordinary copulation; but, if it involves two members of the same family, it is incest.

And it is the one taboo on which Western society has refused to yield. There is little evidence to indicate that it will.

Much of the rationale upon which society bases its condemnation of the incestuous relationship springs, of course, from genetic and biological factors. There is certain evidence that pregnancies which result from intercourse between closely related couples show a high incidence of genetic complications in the offspring — deformed or mentally retarded children. This is the basis of the laws by which many of our states forbid marriages between close relatives, such as first cousins.

A much larger portion of the arguments against incest, however, are based on custom. There was a time when it was the duty of a daughter — nearly her sole duty — to bring a husband into the household, thus expanding the size, the wealth, and the strength of the family. Virginity was highly prized, especially during the Victorian era, and a girl was expected to remain a virgin until marriage. For this reason, all contacts with male members within the family structure were closely supervised, rigid separation of the sexes was imposed. Even the most innocent of contacts between brother and sister, for instance, were condemned and punished, and the child was guided outward — to expand and strengthen the family. To err was to live forever in guilt.

Edward M. Brecher, in his book The Sex Researchers, reports that Henry Havelock Ellis, one of the first and most famous of those who have explored the intricate world of sex, had his first sexual experience with a young cousin' who came to visit. Though the event is described as very mild and timid, young Ellis, raised in the strict Victorian era of the mid-1800s, seems to have borne the memory to his grave.

For years, the book reports, Ellis was totally incapable of enjoying sexual intercourse, never achieving ejaculation until he was well into his thirties. Then, when finally he chose to marry, Ellis chose a lesbian to be his bride. He knew of her lesbianism, and is said to have accepted it. Anna, his wife, brought her conquests into their home.

It was only after the death of his wife, the author reports, that Ellis was able to achieve full sexual gratification — and he found it with a former mistress of his deceased wife. Brecher attributes much of the sexual problems of Havelock Ellis to the lingering guilt in his mind — guilt brought on by an affair so mild that it would go unnoticed today.

So it is that society enforces its customs.

But this work will not concern itself with the milder forms of incest — the innocent kissing and fondling of children — and it will not attempt to explore the full spectrum of such relationships… It will, instead, focus on one aspect of the subject. Daughters and fathers.

In these pages you are going to meet daughters and fathers who obey no rules but their own, daughters and fathers who choose to violate the moral codes imposed by our culture, and you are going to hear, in their own words, with no apologies, why and how they do so.

You are going to meet the people who have passed the barrier against incest, the barrier that Freud described in the following manner:

… Respect for this barrier is essentially a cultural demand made by society. Society must defend itself against the danger that the interests which it needs for the establishment of higher social units may be swallowed up by the family; and for this reason, in the case of every individual, it seeks by all possible means to loosen their connection with their family — a connection which, in their childhood, is the only important one.

… The parents' affection far the child may awaken his sexual instincts prematurely to such a degree that the mental excitation breaks through in an unmistakable fashion to the genital system. If, on the other hand, the parent is able to postpone this excitation until later, the affection can perform its task of directing the child in his choice of a sexual object when he reaches maturity.

… Time has been gained in which the child can erect, among other things, the barrier against incest, and can thus take up into himself the moral precepts which expressly exclude from his object-choice, as being blood-relations, the persons whom he has loved in his childhood.

"The barrier against incest," Freud continues, "is probably among the historical acquisitions of mankind, and, like other moral taboos, has no doubt already become established in some persons by organic inheritance. Psycho-analytic investigation shows, however, haw intensely the individual struggles with the temptation to incest during his period of growth and haw frequently the barrier is transgressed in fantasies and even in reality." While many researchers dispute Freud's theory of organic inheritance of the "barrier against incest", most will agree that the barrier is frequently transgressed "in fantasies and even in reality".

But how frequently?

Statistics on the frequency of incest are difficult to came by, and even mare difficult to judge as to accuracy. Most cases of incest are revealed only when, through some other occurrence, such as the pregnancy of a minor, the law becomes involved. This, of course, is only the tip of an iceberg. It is difficult to judge the size of the iceberg itself.

The late Alfred Kinsey, during research for his Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, asked the 4,441 women who were interviewed if they had experienced sexual contacts before adolescence. Nearly one in four reported that they had; and, in 609 cases where the older males were identified, only 52 percent were strangers, friends or acquaintances accounted far 32 percent, and the rest were members of the family. Uncles accounted far 9 percent of the first sexual contacts of the women interviewed, brothers, accounted far 3 percent and the other 4 percent were introduced to sex by their own fathers.

These figures represent the percentages of the 609 cases in which the first sexual contact was identified, of course, and it may be inaccurate to attempt to extend them to the full survey. Still, they indicate that a startling number of young females were — and are — first seduced by a member of their own family. And seduced may be an inappropriate term. It seems reasonable to assume that there are many cases where the daughter take the initiative, leading her own father dawn the primrose path that leads to incestuous intercourse.

If the Kinsey report can be accepted as an accurate cross-section of the sexual habits of the human creature — and mast researchers concede that it is exactly that — then the number of people who have engaged in intercourse with members of their own family must be truly staggering. As a matter of fact, many researchers have argued that, if the Kinsey figures were inaccurate in any way — it was because they underestimated the number of people who have engaged in the sexual practices not readily accepted by our society.

The recent changes in the family structure are another fact or that must be taken into consideration in any objective study of incest. The Kinsey study was published in 1953. In that year the family was, in mast cases, headed by the father. He was respected as the one who provided. The profile he presented to his child was probably much stronger than is seen by the daughter of today, and for that reason she may well have been less likely to attempt to hurdle the barrier of incest by which they were separated.

Today, in ever-growing numbers, women are gaining equality within the family structure. They work. They contribute to the support of the family — and the father thus becomes more human, and more approachable, in the eyes of his children.

In 1953, the year of the Kinsey report, people were far more reluctant than today to admit that they had engaged in sexual behavior which might be considered antisocial. Thus, considering today's atmosphere of greater sexual freedom, it seems reasonable to conclude that a new study of sexual attitudes and experiences would find an even higher number of women willing to admit that they had engaged in incestuous intercourse.

Youth of today is more aware, sexually, than the young people of years gone by, and it may well be that this awareness will lead to an increase in intra-family sex. Only time will tell. But it is a certainty that the children of those couples who engage in the mate swapping to which we have referred will, in most cases, become aware of the activities of their parents. The effect of such a discovery is hard to predict and will, of course, vary in each case; but it may be that many children, seeing one barrier fall, will feel free to abandon their own moral codes.

The youth communes, too, are another attack upon the traditional structure of the family, and the effect may be tremendous and far-reaching.

In many of these communes, where all property is shared, nudity is accepted without comment, and there are no traditional husbands and wives, even sex is a communal item. "Making like", it is often called — and the responsibility for the rearing of the children is often shared among the members of the commune.

In such an atmosphere, the child is likely to find it difficult to find a father-image with which she may identify. When the mother is shared equally between several men, and the child receives both her affection and her discipline from more than one "father", it seems highly unlikely that her mind will erect what Freud called the barrier against incest and erect may be the key word in Freud's writings on the subject.

Raised in such a commune, knowing the females are shared, feeling an equal affection for the male adults of the household, and reaching puberty — is the child likely, if aroused sexually, to make a distinction between her natural father and another? Probably not.

The attitudes of the other members of the commune, of course, will bear heavily upon the development of the child. It may well be that the parents, following their instincts, will maintain the taboo against incest. Perhaps they will not. But the tremendous number of communes now forming across the nation does seem a point worth watching. This final destruction of the family unit could be the first signal that society is shedding its traditional taboo against incest. During the coming years, as the children of these communal families reach puberty, we may well see a tremendous increase in the incidence of sex within the family.

Many members of these communes will no doubt return to the mainstream of our society, picking up the moral codes from which they have attempted to flee. Others will take their place. The communes may be a permanent thing; they may fade into oblivion.

But they are surely the most concerted attack ever made upon the accepted structure of the family and the barrier erected against the incest taboo.

Will the barrier fall? Only time will tell. This book does not pretend to hold the answer to that question. Time and research will provide that answer. And the book is not about the people society calls "hippies"; nor is it about communes. It is about the people next door. The businessman with the lovely young daughter. It is about the people who, perhaps, work with you, or attend your church; the daughter may go to school with your own daughter. For it is a fact — like it or not — that incest does occur.

The people you will meet within these pages are real. The stories are their own, and so are the words. Sometimes sordid, sometimes heartbreaking, each of them is true. They are case histories of daughters and fathers…

… Daughters and fathers who ignore the barrier against incest.