Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

As I said, I'd been getting mine. Ma had been bedridden the last three years of her life, and I used to run around a lot. I always hated school, and I'd quit when I was 14 and worked as a flunky for a wealthy family across town. And, that would be another whole book for you-what people like that expect for a few lousy bucks a week, from the son to the father and even the chauffeur!

I knew it was useless to fight him. He'd only hit me again. I'd seen him beat my mother senseless, when she crossed him. When he got his tool exposed, it was soft. He look it in his hand, jerking it a little, leaning over the bed. "Dom no got hard on," he leered. "But Ella suck it good, like Dom see her suck boy's cock in car, huh?"

He straddled my chest, trying to shove his prick into my mouth, but I kept my teeth clenched and he got mad. He began to slap me, first one hand then the other, until I grabbed his hands and begged him to stop. I told him I'd do it, and he stopped hitting me.

When I took his fat, dirty prick in my mouth, I wanted to throw up or bite it in two, but I was scared. He got hard pretty soon, but he didn't want to come that way. He pulled it out, leaned over and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth, while he dug his nails into my breasts, working his fingers until I wanted to scream. Then he spread my legs, and put his big, calloused finger inside me. He kept mumbling all the time about, "you big woman, like Mary"-that was my mother-"you got nice cunt, good fuck-Dom know. Dom see fucker in car."

His cock was big and stiff, now, and in spite of how I hated the bastard, I found myself getting worked up and hot. I hadn't wanted it in my mouth, but now I began to wonder if a cock that big would be better than the ones I'd been used to. He didn't give me much chance to enjoy it. He was a big pig. He just rammed it into me, pumped away a few times, and shot his load into me! He was so heavy on me when he let down, I could hardly breathe. I managed to roll him off, but he grabbed me by the hair and one breast. "Now, you suck Dom hard again!" He shoved my head down to his slimy cock, all wet and covered with juices from both of us. He was pinching my breast so hard I wanted to scream, or just pass out, but I was too scared to. So I just took that soft, slimy thing into my mouth and sucked it as hard and as fast as I could. While I was doing it, he moved my body around so that my cunt was on top of his face, and he began sticking his tongue and finger into my box.

I'd been screwed, from front and back-not in the ass-hole-but I'd never had anyone lick my box or stick their tongue into it before. After his big cock, his tongue felt good. It was hard to describe-like it was soothing and different. It made me unconsciously work harder on his cock, and he got all excited when I began to move my hips. He put his hands around my ass, running a finger up my ass-hole, but gentle-and we came almost at the same time.

He was different, all of a sudden. He kissed my cunt gently, then ran his tongue all over my ass-hole. I had swallowed his load, and I wanted more of what he'd just done. So I kept on sucking him, and he went right back to cunt-sucking and licking, and this time, I had a wild, full orgasm. It seemed to please him, and he took his cock out of my mouth, turned around, laid me on my back and sucked me again-and another wild, fast come.

We had an unspoken agreement, after that. Twice a week, we would have a sex orgy. And he was the only man I was having, at that time. But I had a purpose. I was working toward the day I could blow that ugly joint. I knew what kind of loving I wanted, and it wasn't his. Sometimes, I'd con him into just sucking my cunt, which always was good, without me having to fuck him or suck him off. I was saving my money, and stealing from him, to get away. I was 16, almost 17, before the time came. Even then, he forced it. I had been screwing the man where I worked, and his son, who was in college, for a twenty every once in awhile, and I was stashing it away, ready for my takeoff.

I came home this one Friday night. It was Dom's payday, and I knew he'd cash his check and get loaded. I had worried about Julia a lot, but was sure that I kept Dom satisfied sexually so that he would lay off her. I found out later that he'd been trying his damnedest to get her to fuck and suck, but she hadn't. She was too scared to tell me, even though I was more like a mother to her now, than an older sister. But, when I stepped into the door, all hell had broken loose! Julia had locked herself in the bathroom, and he was trying to break down the door. He was stark naked, and roaring drunk!

I couldn't think straight. Julia, who was then 16, was crying and pleading with him not to hurt her. Dom was so loaded he hadn't even heard me come in. I grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen stove-it was one of the old-fashioned, iron kind-and I hit him! He fell like a rock, blood streaming from his bald head. I made Julia open the door, and quieted her down enough to make some sense. I told her to pack what she could, and I would do the same. I got my money, and took a hundred and forty bucks out of Dom's pocket, and we left. I called the police from a pay phone, told them he had tried to attack my sister, and I'd hit him. Then we got a bus out of town.

I don't know nor care, to this day, what happened to my father. He was a pig. What I did, I did out of fear, even though at times, I did get some sex kicks from him. It was only when he sucked me, gentle and good, that I ever enjoyed it, and I'm not using that as an alibi, either. lived in a steel town in the Midwest, and Julia and I headed for California. We had more than five hundred dollars when we started out, and I knew I could go to work at something, right away, so we got a fairly nice furnished apartment and I went to work as a waitress, the first week. The second week, Julia got a job as a carhop in a drive-in restaurant, so we were all right, money-wise. I didn't realize just how much I had come to hate men, until I threw a cup of hot coffee into the face of a guy who was pinching my ass, and lost my job. As I was on my way out, Georgia, a sexy redhead that worked there, stopped me and gave me her address and phone number. "Don't worry, kid," she said, "I know how it is. Come on over and see me tonight, and we'll work something out." I'd told her a little about us, how me and Julia were hacking it, and all, and it made me feel good to have at least one adult friend I could talk to.

I called her that night, after checking the want ads for waitress jobs. Julia worked nights until midnight, so when she asked me to come over, I did. I'm not trying to kid myself, nor anyone else. I guess, in my heart, I knew Georgia went for women-and that she went for me, especially. But I knew one thing: I didn't want to go out and be pawed or screwed by any of the jerks in the restaurant who made passes all day long. I often tried to remember how I'd felt when my boyfriends were screwing me, but somehow, I couldn't. All I could remember were the times that Dom had sucked my cunt, gentle and good. If Georgia hadn't started it that night, I guess I might have. She was good-looking, but in a hard, mannish way. Customers at the restaurant didn't fool with her much, she was always blunt and fast-talking with the guys. But when I got to her apartment, she was different. She had her hair fluffed up, her makeup soft, and she was wearing the prettiest, frilliest, sheerest negligee I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but stare at her full, uptilted breasts, with the pink nipples showing so saucily through the filmy material. And she had the nicest thighs and ass-all woman, and beautiful. But the big shock was when I looked at her cunt. She had shaved it! All I could think of, at that moment, was how Julia's twat had looked, before she had pubic hair. I'd read or heard that, when a woman has full, protruding lips on her cunt, it means that she has masturbated a lot, or has had a hell of a lot of fucking, and I wondered, then and there, which had made Georgia's cunt lips stick out so much. She just stood there, smiling, watching my eyes take in her entire body. Then she walked over, put her hands on my cheeks and gave me an open-mouthed kiss.