James Wilson: American incest patterns

"Keep still!" I hissed, "Let me suck your ass for a few seconds. It won't do you any harm, and it will really turn me on." All the time I was speaking, I was also trying to shove my tongue between the fleshy cheeks of her ass and clear up the shit hole.

"People are looking," she cried. All of a sudden, this crazy broad who claimed she was turned on by an audience got shy about the old man in the car alongside of mine.

Prying both ass-cheeks as far apart as possible, I gurgled, "Keep still. I can smell ass, and it smells great. Now, let me suck a while and then I'll eat cunt. But keep still," I ordered as I shoved my tongue forward and into the stink spot.

The girl had no alternative but to obey. I had such a firm grip on the flesh of her buttocks, she had to remain still. Slowly, I worked my tongue all the way past the fleshy slope of ass and into the hair-studded-rectum. The long, crinkly hairs brushed into my nostrils and ticked my eyes and chin. They sent out a tingly sensation that snatched hold of my prick, and really made it stand up stiff and straight. A little more of the asshole suck, and I'd want to put it in in a very few minutes, I pulled my shit-stained face out of her bottom, and straightened.

"Okay," I breathed heavily, my eyes shining and my prick as rigid as a poker. "Time for the fuck. Lay back and I'll cream you right on the front seat." I pointed to the old guy in the car alongside of mine. "He's still looking," I assured her. "He'll probably jack off as I fuck you. Doesn't that turn you on, baby?" I asked with a wide smile.

To my surprise, the girl recoiled and looked at me as though I was dirt. "Get away from me," she spat. "Anyone who would stick his tongue up my shit spot must be crazy. And do you expect me to kiss you on the mouth, now?" she asked. "Never!" she answered her own question. "I'd never kiss an asshole lover."

This attitude made me sore. "For crissakes," I retorted. "It was your asshole. Now, spread your legs and I'll stick it in. And keep your mouth shut," I advised.

But this was one bit of advise she refused to accept. "Fuck you," she cursed at me. "I'd just as soon screw a pig. Now, zip up your pants and take me home. I want no part of you." And then she really let me know where I stood with her and her snobbish friends. "My mother warned me not to go out with you," she said, her eyes blazing. "She said you lived on the wrong side of the tracks. My girl friends warned me too. Now, I know they were right. You're filth. You're dirt and not good enough to take out a girl like me!"

Hearing her call me filth, and make fun of my low social standing, I lost all desire to fuck her. My cock wilted almost immediately. Nodding, I said in a low voice, "Okay you snobby bitch, I'll take you home and I'll be glad to get rid of you. And I got something else to tell you, your shit does stink, too!"

I took the girl home and dropped her off. That experience soured me about taking out any more girls from the so-called upper classes.

But if I took out a poorer type girl, my, old lady would nag and nag. My life became a misery. Finally, I was glad my summer vacation came up. Mom sent me to visit her aunt in a distant city. She hoped the aunt would talk sense into me and convince me I ought to continue dating girls from the wealthier families. I was happy to get out of the house for a while…

ANALYST: How old was your aunt?

BOBBY: About forty at the time.

A: And did she seduce you, immediately?

B: No.

A: Then, you made the advances?

B: in a way. Maybe it was half and half. I needed a fuck, and Auntie had no scruples about letting me dick her.

A: What gave you the impression, she would consent to an incestuous affair?

B: I didn't know she'd go for me, particularly. But I did know that Auntie Lil loved her cock.

A: She was sexually permissive.

B: I guess you could say that. She belonged to one of those swinger clubs; you know the kind. They meet every so often, and swap partners.

A: She involved you in this swap club? You're only fifteen years old.

B: Naw. Auntie Lil didn't get me involved in the club. I happened to walk in when the club was in session. I got an eyeful.

A: You inadvertently arrived when different couples were engaged in sexual fornication?

B: That's right.

A: Including your aunt.

B: Right again.

A: Of course, your aunt is a single woman. A widow or divorcee?

B: Hell no! She's married to a helluva nice guy.

A: And your uncle swings, too?

B: Tries to swing. The trouble is the poor guy is impotent. Has trouble getting it up. The swinging is supposed to help his cock.

A: Your uncle actually watched you and your aunt have sexual relations?

B: Yeah. It turned him on, and enabled him to get a bone on. Matter of fact, Uncle Lou encouraged me to fuck his wife. Every time I balled her he was able to climax, too.

A: Start from the beginning. You arrived, at your uncle and aunt's home, and they weren't expecting you.

B: Right. A swing party was going on.

A: What did you do?

BOBBY: Mom gave me enough money to take a plane to get to my aunt and uncle's place. Auntie was expecting me on the bus. That's how we got our signals mixed up. At any rate, I arrived at the airport, and no Auntie or Uncle. So, I grabbed a cab and gave the cabbie my auntie's address. I was going to surprise her. It turned out that they surprised me.

Uncle Lou was well-heeled and lived in a big home out in the suburbs. In fact, the home was kind of isolated. But when my cab drove, up I, was surprised to find a lot of cars parked around the house. I paid off the cabbie and went up the steps but something told me not to ring the bell. Something told me to open the door and kind of ease my way inside, and look around before I made my presence known.

When I opened the door, and looked in I was shocked to discover the huge and rambling living room filled with bodies. Naked bodies.

And some were balling, some were sucking, some were watching and jacking off. Everyone was doing something sexually exciting. I had heard about swing parties and guessed right off that Auntie and Uncle were hosting just such an affair. I was so startled that all I did was stand quietly at the door, and watch.

My cock jumped up.

All kinds of couples could be found in embraces around the room. Different kinds of couples, the kind not usually found together in open society. Black and whites, old and youngs, pretty and ugiles. Each couple was different. I guess that's how they got their kicks. For instance, in one corner this great, big nigger buck who looked like he was a truck driver was sucking the cunt of this fragile, aristocratic looking blonde lady who looked as though she lived in Nob Hill. She had ear rings, and diamonds on her fingers, and an aristocratic look about her. At the moment, she was seated on the edge of a couch with her legs spread wide apart and her blonde-haired cunt fully exposed. Before her, on his knees, this big, black buck was busily engaged in the act of eating white pussy. And from the expression on his face, he certainly loved his job. His round, white eyes kept rolling, around as his long, red tongue darted and stung at the distended lips of cunt. Every now and then, he clamp a mouthful of those silky pussy hairs between his thick, niggery lips and pull on them.

As he kept eating white cunt, the blonde lady kept moaning. "Oh eat me, nigger man. Clamp that big, black mouth over my lilly white cunt. Lick it up. No one eats pussy better than a black man. Hurry, and blow me, hurry!" she kept on moaning. "Hurreee."

This scene made me so hot that I unzipped and let my tool ease out, slowly. Ever since I reached the age of puberty, I knew I was well hung. And when I looked around the room at all the older guys, I realized that I was better hung than most of the grown men.