Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

Space does not permit a lengthy discussion on how promiscuous parents influence their children, either directly or indirectly. It will suffice to point out that the teenager motivated by the incestuous impulse (no matter its origin) must have a ready and willing sexual accomplice; so called "swinging" parents are, beyond question of any reasonable doubt, the most cooperative of all adult partners. What can we say of Mr. amp; Mrs. H. T-? They are perverted in a social and a moral sense; yet we can not conclude ipso facto, that they are suffering from any form of psycho-sexual pathology. To arrive at such a conclusion would require a separate study.

Gwendolyn herself presents a case of complete depravity (we use the term in the usual colloquial sense); her penis wish, coupled with slight hostility which later vanished when she began having sex with her father and her mother, completely dominated her superego; her incestuous acts did not project any trace of guilt upon her ego.

The prognosis for Gwendolyn is dark. We cannot predict any kind of moral future for her. Nor for any girl who has incest on her mind and works at making her dream become reality.

Diane and Her Father

NOTE: The reader will recall that we introduced this subject in the Introduction to this work. To reiterate: Diane, motivated by the incest impulse, was determined to have sex relations with her father; in order to facilitate the seduction, she subtly excited him by pretending interest in his "fatherly" (?) talk on sex in marriage. However, we do recommend a review of the Introduction, in order for the reader to fully comprehend the implications of this case study.

We resume where we left off in the Introduction- with Mr. W-'s performing cunnilingus on Diane-in Diane's own words.

"With my father's tongue spinning around in my hot box, I couldn't help but moan in an agony of bliss. Believe me, the intensity of the rapture I was experiencing was almost too much for me. I felt I was almost delirious with sexual delight. How to explain it-as though I were sinking into a giant ocean of feathers. I had to do it then! My body went rigid! My eyes rolled upward, and I emitted a shrill, screaming gasp, one that skidded on the verge of a shriek! And tiny shrill noises shot from my nose-like steam escaping from a kettle. Dimly I was aware of my father's tongue being drawn into my cunt, felt it lapping, and felt a warm fluid flowing from within me. Ohhh, coming was so… so very good!

"And the giant bliss stabbed me again-all kinds of lightning running through my loins. Again I yelled, a high-pitched yell, and once more my body was taken over by convulsive jerks of such intensity as to almost throw me off the bed. How much time passed before my convulsions stopped? I don't know. One minute? Two? Three? I don't know, but finally I lay still. Still, daddy continued to lick me, slowly and gently. At long last, he drew his face away to examine my cunt at leisure once more. Dividing my wet lips and stretching them wide apart with the fingers of both hands, he gazed with sensual delight on my sexual treasure.

"I lay back and let him do what he wanted to with me. He leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue on my tiny pee-hole and, curious, I asked him what he was trying to do. 'Just don't move, sweetie!' he whispered. Move? Why should I? Almost crazy with passion, he pushed his tongue forward and kept forcing it, I winced. 'Daddy! Don't! You're hurting me!'

"He withdrew, and then slid his tongue downward, forcing the tip of it into my rectum. Ahhhhh, it felt so good back there. For several long minutes he sucked inside this tiny forbidden hole, and then returned to my pussy, going to my clit. Once more he started to suck, and once more my pussy began to throb, my clit swelling and stiffening. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. Father pulled his mouth from me and again stared at my cunt. I wanted to ask him if he enjoyed looking at my pussy as much as he enjoyed sucking it, but I thought better of it. I lay back. Daddy gaped and gawked. He must have stared for several minutes. Anyhow, I became impatient. Without saying a word, I wound a leg around his neck and drew his face forward, more than his kneeling position could withstand.

"'Go on, daddy/Do.me!" I said as he continued to resist. He just stared! Can you image that? I finally got tired of his slowness. Exerting all my strength, I crushed my father's face to my pussy. 'Suck it, daddy. Suck it!' I said, and kept my leg around his neck, holding his mouth to my cunt until he put out his tongue and began working it on my excited clit; then, very gradually, I released the pressure of my leg and slowly lowered it. I lay back, looking down at father, my eyes filled with triumph. But, while I was close to success, I still did not have-his big prick in me-and that's what I was really after. Ahhhhhhh, he was really going at me, his tongue a thing alive, pushing up higher in me, licking all over the interior of my cunt, as completely as a mop would go over a kitchen floor. Oh yes, I knew that daddy had to be an experienced pussy-lapper.

"I began twisting my body, moving it in time with his lap-lap-licking. Then another climax hit me-a long and drawn-out one that caused me to lose all sense of time, place and feeling. As if a blackness had fallen around me, I saw nothing. It was as though I had been suddenly struck blind. My body was tossed to and fro on the bed, and I could feel it, could feel the creamy discharge flowing from the folds of my vagina, a steady flow that ran gently down his quivering throat. Never before, in my whole life, had I been so excited, so utterly and completely filled with lust, so agitated.

"After I had finished coming, he stood and looked down at me, smiling and wiping his face. Somehow, his steady gaze made me feel uncomfortable.

"I sighed. 'Daddy, what are you looking at?' I saw that his peter was as big as an ear of corn! Only prettier!

" 'You have such lovely breasts,' daddy said 'They are like two nicely rounded grapefruits that have been sculptured in alabaster-and you have such a delicate pink navel… ‘

"Laughing, I said, ‘Oh, daddy, you talk like a poet. Tell me, what does my pussy look like?'

"My daddy thought for a moment. 'A lovely mound of honey, whose doorway is a pretty slit covered with red-gold curls.'

"'Oh, daddy, you-' I giggled, feeling good all over. A delicious tingle ran through my pussy and my nipples began to itch. I wanted his mouth on me again.

"'And your darling face is flushed with the bloom of youth and health,' daddy said.

"'Do it again, daddy… Suck me-and, daddy, I love it when your tongue slides into my rectum. Do that too, daddy.'

"For the next ten minutes my daddy made me come and come and come-and come some more. When daddy finished with me, I had the cleanest pussy and butt-hole ih the whole town. I was also completely drained. I could tell that daddy had also had enough. As he lay down beside me on the bed, I asked, 'Do your jaws ache, daddy? You sure munched me a lot, daddy.'

"'Only slightly. I know how to do it. I do it to your mother a lot, you know. I'll be able to suck you again in just a few minutes, my little darling.'

"Ah, but that was not what I wanted, but I did not tell daddy that, pretending I was still ignorant about the sexual things that men and women did to each other. Instead, I said, very coyly, 'Daddy, if husbands suck off their wives, don*t wives suck their husbands* peters?' I finished with what I considered a master stroke of pseudonaivete. 'Or don't husbands enjoy having their things sucked?'

"Daddy began to breathe more rapidly. Glancing down, I saw his prick quiver with a quick series of rapid jerks. He had a nice-looking peter, a normal-sized circumcised peter. This I knew from sex education classes in school, a part of which had dealt with the various sizes of the male organ and myths concerning the male prick. As I remember, Miss J- said the average cock was about six inches long when erect. I often wondered how many real cocks Miss J- had seen and enjoyed. She was an old bag in her thirties and rather pretty, even if she did have kind of fat legs.