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.
CHAPTER FOUR
… I'LL DO WHAT SHE WON'T
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.'
We both knew what he meant when he said it.
That was how I got him away from her in the first place.
I took the vibrator from its hiding place beneath the panties in the bottom drawer of my dresser while he quickly stripped himself naked. He sat on the bed, watching intently. His hands were folded across the brownish hair above his cock. His young looking face was flushed with eagerness; the same eagerness sparkled in his eyes. I decided I'd really please him tonight, give him, as Ed Sullivan would say, 'a really good show'. I stood with my butt touching the top edge of the dresser, the mirror behind me. My feet were far apart.
The vibrator was made of pink plastic that felt cool in my hands. It was shaped like a prick, only bigger than any prick on the face of the earth, and it was very smooth. I twisted the base of it, watching his face as I did so, and a low buzzing filled the room. The plastic cock came alive in my hands. I kissed it; he always got a kick out of that, said I treated it just like his.
Then slowly, the way I knew made him the hottest, leased the tingling vibrator down the smooth column of my throat, holding it in one hand and sideways so the full length of it teased my skin. I let it move teasingly down the upper slope of one tit, feeling the vibrations begin to excite me as it approached my nipple, and with my other hand, not even thinking about it, really. I reached down to spread the front opening of my panties. My nipple sprang out to meet the vibrator.
The contact was like sticking your finger against a live electric wire, except the shock began at the sharp tip of my tit and ran through my body until it reached my booted toes. And it was a good shock. I moved the steadily pulsing vibrator in a slow circle around my nipple, letting it thump delectably against the rouged little tip, and when I could stand it no more I eased the smooth plastic down to the soft underside of my tit. My breast jiggled from the vibrations. I closed my eyes and dug my teeth into my lower lip as I repeated the entire ceremony on the smooth white flesh of my other tit. The tingling was almost unbearably pleasant. I could feel a similar tingling in my clit…
Letting the hand that held the humming vibrator move down so that the throbbing false-cock was roving across my belly, moving closer to the hand that held my panties parted so he could see the black bush and pink frontal lips of my cunt, I opened my eyes long enough to see that Press's hands no longer lay across his upper groin. He was sprawled back on the bed, one hand on his cock, moving slowly, and the other hand rubbing hard at his balls. I pressed the buzzing rod against the hard little hill beneath my panties, the one at the top of my cunt.
Put it in… Let me see you fuck yourself, he pleaded from across the room, and his thickly-muscled chest heaved as his hand moved faster on his prick. His lips were curled back over his teeth. I was hoping he'd stop before he came. That was for me.
I gritted my teeth and flung my head back as I touched the vibrator to the inside of my thighs, just above the boots. My cunt was crying for me to hurry, to drive it home, but the slow torture would, I knew from experience make the final scene even more satisfying… for both of us. I took the vibrator in both hands.
Holding it low between my legs, with my hands on its base, and the smooth, cock-like tip pointing straight up toward my waiting pussy, I slowly bent my knees. My hands moved the buzzing device upward; the room was filled with its droning. I eased it through the slitted panties.
The lips of my pussy turned to jelly at that first touch of the vibe! They always do! It nearly slipped from my trembling fingers. My thighs tried to close; my will and the hot yearning in my cunt was all that kept them open. Once again I touched the vibe to the outer lips of my slit. I heard myself moan softly. My legs trembled as I slowly eased the round top of the vibe between the lips of my pussy. They closed around it.
Tiny needles pierced the pink flesh that was touched by the vibe; my lips — my cunt-lips — seemed to shudder around the shaft they gripped. I gave myself more of the thrilling rod, shoving it deep with a quick lifting of my hands, and my entire cunt was filled with its sensually buzzing length. My clitoris was tight against it, and I could feel the fleshy little pip being flicked back and forth as if a million little elves were pounding it with hammers, each of them determined to make me come just for him. I began to fuck myself with steady strokes of the vibrator. My cunt poured juices down its length.
