rear.
I reached down to touch the silent vibrator as I thought about the night he'd showed me I could.
We were lying in bed, naked, looking at a book of dirty pictures he'd brought up from his room. It was about a month after we'd made it for the first time, and I was just beginning to learn about the things that really turned him on. Looking at dirty pictures was one of those things. He had a real collection. This was one of the best, all in color, and full of beautiful broads making it with guys who were hung like mules. I had my hand on his cock and could feel it getting harder each time he turned a page. I was turned on, too.
'Ever see a girl take it like that?' he asked, stopping at a two-page sequence of color photos that showed an unbelievably statuesque young blonde being fucked in the ass. I blinked as he held the book up so I could see more easily. I'd never known a girl could be fucked back there. But this girl was.
The first photo showed her standing and bending forward at the waist, her head resting against a table of some sort. Her hands were behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass and spreading them wide. Her voluptuous tits hung beneath her. Behind her stood a naked man, his cock aimed at the ass she held ready. In the next photo, he stood with his groin pressed against her buttocks.
He might have been simply fucking her from behind — except that in the following photos they had somehow managed to show the penetration of his cock. The head of it rested against her brown little asshole in one. In the next it was gripped by the rubbery-looking circle. Other photos showed him reaching beneath her to hold her big, delicious-looking tits as he fucked her in the ass. Close-ups of her face showed her lips drawn back from her perfect white teeth, as if she were coming.
'She really looks like she's busting her nuts, don't she?' I heard him say, and tore my eyes away from the pictures. He looked very excited: I turned the page. 'She must be some kind of freak,' I said. I felt his hand stroking my cunt.
'Lots of women, like it that way. Lots of women'd rather have it in the ass than any other place,' he said, rubbing his hand down across my cunt and reaching so far between my legs that I felt the tips of his fingers touch the smooth globes of my ass. I realized, then, that he was hinting he wanted to fuck me there.
'Are you trying to tell me something?' I asked bluntly. He kissed me once on the lips, his hand still stroking, then said, 'Only that a lot of women like it in the ass. You might be one.'
I said dubiously, 'I'm afraid it'd hurt like hell.'
'Not the way I'll do it,' he said, his voice trembling as he dropped the book of photos. As his hands urged me over onto my belly, the anxious tone in his voice told me he was almost desperate to do it that way. His hands shook as he stroked the yielding flesh of my buttocks. I pressed my cunt down against the sheets.
'Such a fine little ass… I'd break it in gently. Never hurt it.' He was between my open legs, bending low to kiss the creamy cheeks of my rump. 'I'd just give you a little the first time.' He kissed me on the right cheek, then the left. 'And you'd love it. I know you would.' His hands pried my buttocks apart. 'We'll grease it up, so it doesn't hurt. So it feels good… like this.'
And I felt him press his face hard against the crack of my ass, his lips centered over the tight little entry. The thrusting of his tongue, straining for entry into my ass, caused me to claw at the sheets.
Dimly, I realized that he had done it this way before, and I saw a picture of him doing it that way to Faye. I made up my mind. If he wanted to put it in my ass, he could put it in my ass. I'd do anything before I'd lose him back to that old bitch.
I said softly, 'Promise you'll go easy this time,' and was rewarded by a deep probing of his wet tongue before he left me and went to get the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. He was back in a moment.
He sat beside me on the bed and dipped his fingers in the greenish-white grease, then carefully rubbed it on the head of his cock. It made his cock glisten. Then he reached for me. Just before I closed my eyes I saw him dip one finger in the jar and withdraw a thick gob of the Vaseline. It felt cold as he touched it to my ass.
'Get up on your hands and knees,' he commanded. I did.
When I felt his greased finger probe at the circle of my asshole, I clamped my teeth tight and closed my eyes, and I felt myself shaken by a flash of pain as his finger slipped inside me. I managed to stay quiet as he moved it in and out. Then he was kneeling behind me. His hands pushed my knees far apart on the bed.
'It'll be easier if you hold it open,' he said, and I felt his cock probing at the greasy crack of my ass. I leaned forward until my forehead was resting against the cool sheets, then reached back with both hands, grabbed the soft flesh of my ass and held it ready.
The first pain was unbelievable! My asshole was being ripped apart! Tears rushed from my eyes as I felt myself being stretched to take a cock where I was never meant to have one. I cried out against the sheets. I tried to writhe away from the cock that was spearing me… And then, just when I thought I'd go crazy from it, the pain reached a peak and began to diminish. It was still there but it was dimmer, more bearable, and I remember knowing that the pain was less because his cock had passed the restraining barrier at the rim of my ass.
I could feel it inside me, sliding back and forth through the tight passage he'd lubricated with the Vaseline. It filled me. No, it more than filled me. It packed me. That's the only way to describe the tightness I felt in my ass… I was packed.
After that first rush of pain was over, I became more aware of the other sensations. His hands clutching my belly. His cock-hair tickling my bare rump. The increasing speed with which his prick slid in and out of my rear as he bucked and heaved behind me.
And, just as the feel of his cock was turning my pain into pleasure, there was a great squirting of come that caused his cock to slip from my hole and left me once again feeling the pain.
I ached for a long time afterward, and I argued like hell the next time he wanted me to take it in the ass. And the next. Each time, though, I gave in, and each time the ache was less. And then it was gone, and I suppose my reactions were pretty much like those of the blonde in the photos. I loved it.
From a tight little girl who was frightened and needed her asshole greased, I had been transformed into a woman. My rear had opened like a flower, gotten so large I could take him easily. Hell, I could even take a few inches of that big vibrator.
Now, smiling to myself, I lifted the vibrator and kissed it. Press — Dad, that is — had no idea what I always thought when I did that. It was my secret joke.
'I kissed the vibrator because that was what I used to take him away from my bitch of a stepmother in the first place.'
There can be no doubt that jealousy was the primary motivation behind Wanda's incestuous tendencies. She detested her stepmother, as she makes perfectly clear in this first portion of her narrative, and expresses an almost sadistic pleasure over the knowledge that she is taking the older woman's place in the arms of her father.
Unlike many subjects who are willing to discuss the commission of incest, Wanda does not seek to justify or mitigate her actions by attributing them to love or spur-of-the-moment impulses. Instead, she simply describes her acts in the most carnal way possible, leaving the interviewer and the reader to draw whatever conclusions they wish.
A brief look at Wanda's past may make these conclusions more accurate.
Wanda was an only child. Her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. She was raised by a series of aunts, with her father coming to visit when possible. These visits grew to be the great moments in her young life; she looked forward to them with eagerness. And, of course, she idolized her father. His visits meant ball games, trips to the park, new clothing and toys. She and she alone was the object of his affection. He might kiss her aunts in a brotherly fashion, but it was clear that he loved her the most.
This was the life Wanda lived until she reached the age of twelve.
Then came the announcement, a pleasant one at first. She was getting a new mother. She would once again be able to live with her father. At first she was pleased. Soon, she found that their outings came less and less frequently, and that they had to be shared with Faye, her stepmother. Faye also shared in the affection of her father. And Faye was allowed to discipline her. She came to hate the older woman.
Only at a much later time did Wanda see her own sexuality as a means of regaining her father's full affection. This she did with a vengeance.
The oralism and analism described by Wanda seem to support Wayland Young's theory that the destruction of the taboo against incest is likely to lead to the destruction of all taboos among the partners who engage in incest. This, however, may be a hasty conclusion. It must be remembered, as is revealed by certain portions of
