Claire Adrian: Incest, A Way Of Life

"… It wasn't difficult to get my father to lay me. It was during last summer, and I was attending special classes at school for extra credits.

"My father suggested to my mother that she take Bob, my little brother, to her mother's farm for a week's vacation. I could not go because I was in school. Although mom wanted a vacation and a visit with her parents, she hesitated to leave me ‘to run wild.' But after much persuasion by dad, and with his solemn promise to look after me and not leave me to do as I pleased, she reluctantly agreed to the plans.

"I disliked visiting with relatives and tried to avoid going to my grandparents' farm, but mom insisted that I ride down with the family so my grandparents could see me and I could pay my due respects. Dad and I left mom and my little brother at the farm and started home. It was on the return trip that dad began his questioning.

"'Di' honey,' he began, ‘you know, you're getting to be quite a young lady. Tell me, have any of your dates tried to have sex with you? Not that I care, mind you, because I realize that girls your age have sexual urges. It's only that I want you to be careful and not get pregnant. Have you have you ever had intercourse with a boy?'

"'No, daddy,' I lied. 'I've never let a boy do anything like that to me.' The nerve of him! Did I ask him how many times a week he screwed mom? Why tell him I had lost my cherry at thirteen and had been fucked dozens of times since then? It was none of his business.

"My reply seemed to surprise dad, and he glanced curiously at me. 'Well, if and when you do let a boy do it to you, make sure he wears a rubber. I suppose you know what a rubber is, don't you?'

"'Of course, daddy,' I said, smiling. 'After all, we do have sex education in school, though I've never seen one close up… ‘

"Looking back on the chain of events, I suppose it was about then, right there in the car, that I made up my mind-to seduce my father. I knew it wouldn't be away from the house. I also knew that hots for me. I could tell by the way he glanced at me sometimes, with a look of longing in his eyes, especially when I was in shorts or wearing a bikini. And so I made up my mind to get him to fuck me. Why not? He was a good-looking guy in his late thirties, and the fact that he was my father didn't bother me in the least. Yes, I would get him to fuck me, but I'd have to be careful about how I went about it. I decided to act real innocent and await the proper moment, the right opportunity, for action.

"Dad didn't say any more about sex until after we got home and had eaten supper. Then, while we were in the living room, dad asked me if I'd like to see a rubber. I said yes, and he went into the bedroom and came back with one. Unrolling it and letting it dangle, he held it out for me to feel, and said, 'I could show you better if I put it on a real penis. But we know that's impossible.' He laughed nervously. 'I don't suppose you've ever seen a real penis? No, of course not…'

"I could really have told him something then, but instead, I continued with my little Miss Innocence act, at the same time getting a nasty thrill over what we were doing. I also decided to shock him a bit.

" ‘No? daddy,' I said, ‘they don't show us real cocks in sex education class. Oh, this rubber feels so slick and smooth!'

"Dad's eyes widened at my mention of the word 'cock' and he asked me where I had heard such a 'dirty' word. And did I know anymore?

" ‘Oh, Daddy,' I said, laughing, ‘words like "cock," "peter," "fuck" and "cunt" are written all over the school walls. Naturally a girl can't help but see them. That's when I threw out the invitation. 'What I'd like to see is a real cock, one that's big and hard.'

"My emotional reaction up to this point was once of combined pleasure and some guilt. I also sensed dad's intense pleasure in the discussion. I, too, felt that I was indulging in forbidden pleasure, and as wrong as I felt it to be, I had no desire to terminate what we were doing.

"Dad became very excited when I said that I'd like to see a real cock, and I could see the front of his pants begin to jerk as his prick began to harden-only I pretended not to notice a thing as I began rolling up the rubber. I could almost see the little wheels of his mind spinning and I knew what he was thinking. If only he made the right decision. I didn't want to ask to ask to see his cock…

" ‘Honey lamb,' dad said, almost in a whisper, 'would you like to see my penis? You can even slip the rubber on it if you want! Would you like that?'

"'Oh yes, daddy, I would,' I said, pretending excitement. 'I'd just love to play with your cock. Will you make it get big and hard for me?'

"Grinning stupidly, dad stood up. 'Let's go into the bedroom,' he croaked in an odd voice. ‘I'll lie on the bed and let you look at it, and you can play with it.'

"I followed him into the bedroom and, sitting on the side of the bed, watched him lie down and unzip the front of his trousers; then he pulled out his prick, which was very large and very hard. It was truly the biggest prick I had ever seen, and I immediately wondered how it would feel to have that lovely thing shoved between my legs. I leaned closer and stared at the eight-inch pillar of flesh. Then dad reached into his pants and pulled out his balls, after which he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his peter.

"He said, 'Doesn't it feel warm? Hold it tightly, but don't squeeze it. Ahh, that's the way. Now move your hand up and down; that's how a man is masturbated. That's something you'll have to do to your husband after you're married. Th-That's the way, honey… just keep doing it like that.'

"It was obvious that he was undergoing an intensely pleasurable experience, and I must confess, my own pussy was beginning to twitch. I decided to hurry things up. I wanted his prick in my cunt, not in my hand.

"Dad said, his voice quivering, ‘See, baby, how your movements pull the foreskin back over the head? Ahhhh… that feels good. But don't stop, sweetie. Keep jack, keep masturbating me…'

" ‘But, daddy,' I said sweetly, 'don't you want me to put the rubber on you? I know from sex education class that when a man gets excited his cock spits out semen. You don't want to come all over the bed, do you, daddy?'

"Daddy laughed crazily. 'That's right. I forgot about that. Okay, baby. Put the rubber on me and then you can finish masturbating me, and honey, would you mind if… if I played between your legs while you masturbate me?'

"HA! Dear old dad was getting more daring! There was a hint of a plea in his voice as he said, 'Wouldn't you like me to finger it a little? Wouldn't you like that?'

"I looked straight into his eyes. 'Oh yes, I'd like that, daddy,' I said. ‘but you've got to promise you won't tell mom or anyone else if I let you finger-fuck me!'

"Dad sat up on the bed and smiled. 'Finger-fuck!' he echoed. 'Say, are you sure no boy's ever gotten in your pants?'

"It was my turn to smile. 'I didn't say that I had never let a boy diddle me with his finger. But do you promise?' I knew he couldn't tell anyone, but I wanted to keep on with my 'gullible' act.

" ‘Great Scott! No, darling!' dad exclaimed, and I felt he was marveling at my 'innocence.' 'I wouldn't dream of telling anybody. How could I?'

"'You promise?' I insisted.

"'Of course, I promise, my little dear. This is only between you and me. Nobody will ever know.'

"He put his arm around me and I squirmed and giggled as he gently squeezed my firm breasts. Oh, how I wanted his cock in my cunt, but I knew I couldn't rush matters. As it was, I knew I was making progress, particularly when he said, 'Tell you what, sweetie, let's take our clothes off. We'll be more comfortable that way. I'd just love to see you naked.'