James Wilson: American incest patterns

B: Oh, they'd talk about money all the time. How they were going to Europe for the summer, or going on a cruise, or their old man taking them out in a yacht. Shit, I felt cheap and miserable.

A: You felt inferior.

B: I guess you could put it that way. I felt sore, angry.

A: With the girls?

B: Naw. Those dumb shits weren't bright enough for me to feel sore about. I hated my old lady for pushing me at them.

A: And filled with anger, you couldn't perform sexually.

B: That's about it.

A: What did you do?

B: For a while, I didn't do anything. But things got bad for me. My grades at school went down, and my old lady was always after me.

A: Did you masturbate during this period?

B: I tried to jack off but I couldn't milk out any cream. I felt miserable.

A: Is that when you turned to your aunt?

B: I didn't exactly turn to her. It all came about by accident.

A: Tell me about it.

BOBBY: It all began the day I had to date a real dumb shit of a girl. Her old man owned a big car agency, and had a snootful of dough. My old lady was after me to date her for months. She wanted to get in good with the girl's mother. After taking a lot of nagging, I finally gave in. She was my age, about fifteen, but had been fucked before. Several guys I know who dated her told me she was a lousy lay. At any rate, I took her to a drive-in movie and started fooling around. She was wearing a mini and so it was no problem sliding my hand up her leg and feeling her snatch. It was all wet.

"Are you going to fuck me or just fool around?" she asked. Clearly, I was too slow for her.

"Sure, sure," I replied, quickly. "I'll screw you. What gave you the idea I wouldn't cock your cunt?"

"From the way you just fool around," she replied, coldly. "Most men who date me get right to the point without all this bullshitting around. Are you going to give me cock, or not?"

"Here?" I asked, startled. "In the movie? Aren't you afraid people will see you?"

She looked at me in a cold, superior way. "You are dumb aren't you?" she asked.

I sounded defensive. "What are you talking about?" I demanded to know. "Dumb about what?"

"About the way a girl likes to get dicked," she said in a contained voice. "Don't you know it turns on a girl like me to be watched? I love to have an audience. My mom is the same way. Dad has to call in men friends to come watch as he fucks Mom. She gets real excited to have other men watch. And so do I."

That statement almost floored me. The last thing I wanted was someone watching me while I boned a girl. I had always associated sex with privacy. And this dumb twat from a rich family wanted to be gawked at while she got her cunt drilled out. She disgusted me. My cock-bone went limp almost immediately.

"Well?" she kept asking. "Is it going to be here in the car or not? That old guy in the next car keeps looking at us. It'll turn him on to watch us fuck. Bet he sits in his car and jacks off."

I became angry. "I don't care whether or not the old fart jacks off or not. I'm not used to being stared at while I fuck."

"Don't be such an old maid," she retorted. "You sit still, and I'll straddle you. The old guy will be able to see me heave back and forth. I'll let my tits spill through my blouse. The way they swing back and forth will turn him on but good. And while you're dicking me, I'll scream out about getting myself fucked. It'll be good fun, and exciting too."

I shook my head. "Horseshit on that," I exclaimed. "I don't need an audience, and don't want one." I tried to reason with her. "Suppose I just go down on your cunt the way I saw my dad do to my mom?"

"No way," she replied. "Tongue is okay for a starter. But I want something stiff up my cunt to end up with. Either you fuck me right here and now, or not at all. And I'll never date you again. And neither will anyone of my girl friends." She folded her arms. "What's it going to be Buster?"

"Okay, okay," I mumbled. I didn't want to be blackballed by all the cunts in my class at school. My old lady would get sore at me.

In an almost vicious way, she reached down, unzipped my fly, and yanked out the dick. Its limpid state rather surprised her.

"Don't I turn you on, or are you some kind of fairy?" she asked. "You haven't even got a good-sized bone on."

"It's up to you to get it up," I replied. "If you want me to fuck you, go down on me." A bit of mouth action always straightens it up.

She looked puzzled. "The old guys I fuck have to have mouth play. But all the kids from my class already are boned up. Something must be wrong with you," she said looking at me in a cold and suspicious way.

"Just go down on me and don't ask too many questions," I told her with cold anger. "So far you haven't even showed me your cunt."

She looked relieved. "Oh you're the kind that has to look to get turned on. Okay," she said pleasantly, "have a look. And if you want to kiss it, I won't object. But don't get carried away with tongue. Tantalize me, and lick it up a bit. Then, when I'm really wet, I'll straddle you and pump out a fuck."

"Don't be so Goddamned impatient," I said, angrily. "I love to smell hot cunt."

She took hold of the hem of her mini and pulled it up to her waist. Then, wriggling a bit, she managed to push down her panties and expose bare ass. It was kind of dark in the car of course, and so I slid my hand over the bush. To my surprise, she hardly had any hair. That kind of turned me off, too. I had always associated a good cunt with a lot of hair. My mother had a lot of hair around her box.

Throwing her legs wide apart, she said in a loud voice, "Eat me. Eat my cunt. Come on, roll that hot, wet tongue over my pussy, and don't stop until I give the word."

She was talking in a real loud voice, and I know it was for the benefit of the old guy in the next car. He kept ogling over at us, and trying to see inside. I knew he could lip read from the slow and careful way she mouthed each word. She was spelling it out by him. She really was a perverse cunt I was thinking. At any rate, I did go down on the exposed cuntal slit. Although she didn't have much fur around the box, the smell and heat turned me on, and my dick began to lengthen. And I really threw myself into the act of lapping her twat. It did taste good.

"Raise up." I called to her. "I want to lick your asshole too."

"My asshole?" she echoed, surprised. "What do you want to do with my asshole? That's not the place you're supposed to suck."

That made me sore. She wasn't cooperating at all. Everything had to be her way, or not at all. Typical of all the rich bitches in my class, she was utterly spoiled and self-centered.

"Goddammit," I hissed up at her. "I said asshole." And without further argument, seized her hips and threw both legs upward. Now, her buttocks were partially exposed and so was her shit spot. For reasons I could never explain to myself, the sight, smell and taste of a woman's ass had always turned me on. I often thought of sticking my tongue into the hole behind when I jacked off. Now that I had the opportunity of lapping ass, I didn't want to hear objections, or get an argument. Of course, I realized that not all females were sensitively attuned to that particular region. But even if they were not, it couldn't do any harm to take a few minutes and let me have my asshole suck. But this spoiled girl started to put up a howl as I dived down behind her back and strained to get my tongue up her bum hole.

"Don't," she wailed as though I was trying to rape her. "Not there. That's not the right place. I want you to lick my cunt and then fuck it. Don't you know I shit back there?" she asked, and her voice reflected her own inner horror. The thought that anyone could be filthy enough to stick his nose up her brown turned her off in no small way. And that really did make me sore, and more determined to eat her ass.