"'Carol, what's going on in there?'
"Steve and I both stopped, our hearts pounding. My father was standing outside my door. Thank God I had locked it!
'"Nothing, Daddy,' I said, trying to control my voice, 'Steven and I are just studying.' "'Well,' he said, try and keep it down, all right?'
"'Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry we made so much noise.' And then he left and went back to the living room.
"Steven's cock was still hard inside my dripping hole and as soon as it was safe, we began pumping again, slower this time, and maybe a little more quietly. As my climax built up inside my body, I pressed my hand to my mouth in an effort to control my hoarse gasps of pleasure. The bed was still squeaking, but there wasn't much we could do about that. We had tried fucking on the floor once, but I wasn't too crazy about it. My ass was sore for a week afterwards.
"'Oh, Steve,' I whispered, fuck me harder now. I can feel it… I'm going to come! Slam your cock into me! Fuck me. HARD!'
"Steven smiled lewdly down at me and started to really fuck, slamming his cock all the way in and all the way out, using long, deep strokes at full speed. Wow, it was just too good. I felt the pressure building inside me and then, suddenly, I just seemed to burst wide open, the dam inside my cunt collapsing, letting my hot fluid come pouring out from my stuffed hole. Hot groans of lust being satisfied seemed to come from every inch of my sweating, writhing, quivering body. I bucked up and down on the bed, draining the last few drops of pleasure from my cunt until I was finally satisfied.
"Steve, hard inside my sopping cunt, still hadn't come yet. I looked up at him through half closed eyes and smiled. 'Oh, baby, that was great. Now I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your load splashing all over inside my hole.'
"That suited Steve just fine. He started banging away at my slippery cunt, thrusting his meat in and out, in and out until finally he groaned with lust and I could feel the shaft of his beautiful, hard cock expanding inside me.
"'Alright, baby, here… here it comes, all for you, baby, all for you!'
"I moaned with pleasure as I felt the scalding, thick globs of his come spewing from his cock, drowning my already drenched cunthole. With the muscles in my twat, I milked his tool, sucking the last precious drops of his sperm out of his prick. Then I held it inside me until I felt it going soft. As soon as he pulled it out, he rolled over onto his back and relaxed while I slid down on the bed.
"His cock was gleaming in the light with the mixture of our come coating it. I pressed my face to it and breathed deeply, letting the smell fill my nostrils. Sticking my tongue out, I licked it softly, tasting its flavor. Steve had his eyes closed while I gave him the pleasure he deserved.
"After licking his cock, I moved down to his balls, licking them and then sucking them into my mouth, one hairy sphere at a time until he was moaning uncontrollably with desire. While I sucked his nuts, I stroked his growing cock in my hand until it was nice and hard. Then leaving his balls, I ran my tongue up to the head of his cock and
licked it with feathery strokes until it was throbbing with every touch, begging quietly to be sucked.
"Hungrily, I opened my mouth wide and buried his cock inside, deeper and deeper, until I had engulfed almost all of it.
" 'Oh, Carol, suck it, baby, suck my cock!' Steve moaned quietly as I bobbed my head up and down, sliding his prick in and out of my mouth just like it were a hot, wet cunt. As I sucked him, I stroked and squeezed his nuts until, finally, his head was rolling back and forth on the pillow, his body again inflamed in lust.
"It didn't take long before he was ready to come. If you don't mind my saying so, I am an expert cocksucker-I can make a guy shoot within a matter of a minute or two. Anyway, his cock seemed to be growing harder inside my mouth and I could feel his nuts getting all tight. I started sucking a little faster, at the same time applying a little more pressure with my mouth; something a cunt can't do. He grunted a few times and then he shot his load. I sucked his cock as deep as I could, swallowing at the same time as his hot, thick load spurted from his cock-head, filling my mouth.
"Gradually, the amount of come diminished until there wasn't anymore at all; just the thick, heavy flavor. And then his prick started going down. I let it soften inside the warmth of my mouth and then I released it. Steve pulled me down on top of him and pressed his mouth to mine.
"'Thanks, baby,' he said, 'it was really great.'
"It always made me feel good when I was told that I was a good fuck or a good cock-sucker. I liked feeling I could do something better than someone else.
"After resting for a couple of minutes, Steve and I got dressed and I walked him to the door. As we passed the living room, my folks looked up and gave us both a look of disapproval. I think they knew all along what we were doing in the bedroom. Shit, they aren't stupid. I wondered if they were going to say anything to me. They did.
"As I started to walk back to my room, after Steve left, my father called me into the living room. 'Carol,' he said, 'I think you should sit down. I want to have a talk with you.'
"I sat down in a chair across from him and listened to him drone on for ten minutes about why I shouldn't have sex and why I should protect my reputation, and on and on until finally I looked at him and asked if he were finished. I explained that he was beginning to repeat himself. He looked at me as if I were a hopeless case and then told me he was finished. I thanked him for his thoughts and then went back to my room. I wondered when Uncle Henry was going to call me. I hoped it would be soon."
The preceding case history deals with a problem that is all too common today on the American scene: the neglected daughter. The subject of this history had her first sexual experience, culminating in intercourse, at the age of fifteen, where she was not only introduced by her boyfriend to fellatio, but to cunnilingus. Although this can be considered somewhat normal, her predilection for fellatio moved out of the bounds of what is thought to be normal.
It is interesting, in this situation of incest, that although the subject was residing with her parents, her choice for an incestual relation was an uncle instead of her father.
After interviewing Carol, it was felt that her sexual permissiveness was due to the lack of attention and recognition, if you will, that she received from her parents. Fully aware of her body, she found that by using it she would at least gain some of the attention she so craved. Although not exhibitionistic to the point of exposing herself completely, she would on every occasion wear clothing that would reveal as much of her body as was socially acceptable, such as see-thru blouses and extremely abbreviated bikinis.
As stated in her narrative, she was perfectly satisfied in her relations with boyfriends. However, she still craved the affection of her father. He, being rarely home, she was forced to find someone with whom she would be able to identify with and vicariously enjoy the affection and attention she knew she would receive from her father if he were ever home. Hence, her uncle.
It would also appear that there is a possibility that at the time of her first incestual act with her uncle, though physically mature, she was still but a mere child, emotionally speaking. This particular thought was brought about by the manner in which she "seduced" her uncle, via what may be referred to as an obscene phone call, administered in the hopes of exciting him sexually.
In this manner of verbal exhibitionism the subject is resorting to a sexual tact used chiefly by mental and emotional deficients. Referring to this subject, Prof. Richard von Krafft-Ebing states in his monumental work, Psychopathia Sexualis: