I handed her the cocktail and settled myself on the opposite end of the long, super-soft couch. She was lounging back against the arm with one leg hanging down to the floor and the other curled under her luscious butt. She had a smooth, tanned stomach that flowed into a softly rounded belly. Her ripe, rounded thighs joined her torso and formed a beautiful crotch. A deep notch lay in the center, formed by two thick, firm labia. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to accommodate the steel-hard erection I couldn't seem to lose. Her eyes furtively scanned the bulge in my slacks. I saw a spark of lust glitter briefly. Don't ever let a woman tell you they don't watch cocks; they do. And for the same reason men look at cunts.
Taking a long pull on her drink, she asked, "Well, Jack, how do we begin? Do you rape me, or do I just hope for a cure?"
"Look, baby, let's just cut the games. You tell me about your hang-ups. I didn't have time to study your history file. We'll go from there," I replied firmly.
My tone shook her a bit, but she took it straight and said, "I can't stand normal sexual relations with men and I'm about to be married to Carl Dawson, whom I love very, very much. Now, Jack, what kind of odds would you give a marriage where the wife can't stand the feel of her husband's penis in her vagina?"
"About one in a million, if the guy happens to be a fag," I shot back truthfully. "Now suppose you tell me why cock turns you off."
"I don't know… at least not for sure. As a matter-of-fact, just holding this clever highball glass gives me a slight case of nausea," she exclaimed. "But the drink is marvelous; so mild, can I have another?"
She was being clinical. Penis, vagina… next thing I knew she'd be reciting Gray's anatomical glossary. Shit! Sex was emotional. Robots would fuck if they had feelings!
She'd practically drained the subtle booze in two gulps. I thought about warning her about its potency but fixed her another blast instead. I needed to get her guard down and make her open up, literally. The image produced by that thought made my cock throb harder.
As I handed her the second drink and settled down next to her I decided to take a shot in the dark. "Pam, will you be perfectly honest with me, no matter what question I ask?"
She tensed slightly, then relaxed. "I'll try, Jack."
"No matter how ugly the answers may be?"
Her head dropped as she considered, then raised up and her blue eyes looked determined. "Lay 'em on me Jack! If I'm going to whip this problem… I understand that cooperation is necessary."
I watched her closely as I popped my first question. "Did your father ever fuck you?"
Pay dirt! Her eyes widened in shock and she nearly spilled her drink. Then her eyes dropped and her face turned crimson.
"How did you… I've never told anyone… nobody…"
"Tell me about it, from the beginning!" I urged gently.
She straightened up, braced herself with great effort and took a long, deep swig of Pernod. "O.K… But I don't know how that could be pertinent. But a deal is a deal, and I promised to answer all questions honestly."
"Yes, you did, even if the answers are ugly and painful," I replied. "Why not commence at the beginning. How old were you?" Her eyes stared past me as she recollected, and tears welled up in them as she haltingly related her incestuous encounter.
"I was fifteen, and absolutely adored my daddy. He was the most handsome, virile man on earth. Dark, curly hair, with a ruggedly handsome face. And powerfully built. His physique reminded me of the drawings I'd seen of Greek gladiators."
As she talked her body relaxed and the tears in her eyes were replaced with a passionate glitter.
"At fourteen my adoration somehow changed into another, more intense form. I wanted more than his casual affection. I wanted his love. But that belonged to my mother. She was the center of his universe; she and my brother Rod.
"I'll never forget the hot desire in his eyes as he watched my mother. At fifteen I finally put together the cause of that look. Mother was an inordinately sensual woman, and the sounds from their bedroom, right next to mine, would awaken me from a sound sleep. Moans and groans of lust and desire made my flesh crawl when I finally realized what they were, and the activity which caused them. As the expression goes: my mother was a whore in bed and a lady elsewhere. In the vulgar vernacular-she loved to fuck!"
Pam's eyes now were half-closed and she leaned against me slightly. I carefully placed my arm around her shoulder and held her against me as we leaned back into the softness of the huge couch. She had said 'Fuck.' That was a good sign. The Pernod was working.
"My other rival was Rod. Being a boy, his activities were far more interesting to Daddy than mine. Between Mother's throbbing cunt and Rod's little league activities, Daddy's time for me was nil."
"Soon after my fifteenth birthday something happened that triggered new confidence in me. It was mid-summer and I had just returned from a swimming party with the family. Mother and Dad stayed in the kitchen to have coffee, while Rod and I bounced into our bedrooms to change from our suits into regular clothes. Suddenly I remembered that I had left my ditty-bag on the kitchen table and walked back to retrieve it. Mother was talking intently to Dad.
"'Bill, we are not going again, and that's final. George Leonard is a perverted lecher. His eyes never left Pam for a moment. I thought he'd ejaculate right in front of everyone,' she exclaimed furiously.
"'Well, honey, you gotta admit it, Pam has one helluva shape. And in that little bikini… well, ya can't blame a grown man for a natural reaction,' Daddy countered. 'Or could it be you're a little angry at George 'cause he didn't pay his usual amount of lecherous attention to you, baby?'
"'FUCK YOU!' cried my mother angrily. 'Any day I can't compete with my own daughter… '
"Stunned at this startling new situation, I slipped back upstairs and pondered. Then I stripped off my bikini and examined myself in the mirror. I, too, was astounded. Last year I'd been a scrawny, leggy little girl. The mirror image before me was of a fully developed woman. My breasts were full and firm. My buttocks had swelled in firm, full roundness and my legs and thighs looked great.
Although delighted, I thought nothing more about the new me until two weeks later.
"Mother had journeyed to Florida for a month to care for my ailing Grandma. I took over the cooking and housekeeping. I was very happy because now I only shared Daddy with Rod.
"But something was really bugging Daddy. He seemed very tense and moody. Instead of his affection, I got sullen looks and irritable mumblings. It was obvious he missed Mother. Then it struck me! He wasn't getting any sex! The thought burned in my brain as I finished the dishes. It persisted as I trudged up to my room. Then fate took a hand.
"As I slipped into my darkened room and walked over to my bed to snap on the bedside lamp I noticed a large shaft of light from the bathroom and heard the splash of the shower. Wheeling in the dark, I beheld my father through the open door of the bathroom. He was in the shower, with the shower door wide open. He no doubt thought I was still downstairs and had neglected to close the door leading to my bedroom. It was a common bath connecting my bedroom and his.
"His powerful body was turned with his back to me. I'd never seen a man naked before and my legs turned to water. I sat down on the bed in the dark and watched. Suddenly he turned around, and there, projecting from a thick, sopping thatch of crisp pubic hair, was his cock! It was enormous and erect."
At this recollection Pam's hand moved involuntarily into my lap and came to rest on the bulge in my slacks. An electric shock coursed through my crotch as her warm fingers lay on my throbbing, steel-hard phallus.
"It was magnificent, and yet a little frightening-particularly since I'd never seen a male organ before. Yet somehow, it was very desirable to see. The large, crimson head, with its thick swollen ridge, and the thick, powerful shaft was breathtakingly exciting. His testicles really made my spine tingle. They hung down like two hair-covered avocados: full, firm and ripe between hiS heavily muscled thighs.