Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

It awakened all the desires in me. I was glad that she was telling me, with her tongue and her lips, that she was a lesbian! Now, I could have that same sexual thrill that Dom had given me, only it would be better-I just knew it would. Georgia didn't say a word, even when I began to rub my body against hers and feel her shaved pussy. She poured two drinks-martinis-and pointed to the bedroom. I took my drink and found she had laid out a beautiful, sexy negligee for me! I put it on and went back into the living room. She had put out the lights, and had lit two candles.

All I remember was that I thought "This is the way lovemaking should be. Not brutal, like Dom, and other men wanted it. Soft lights, quiet atmosphere, and the warm glow that the martini was imparting." She poured a second martini, and we just sat there, as if we'd planned and rehearsed this whole scene a hundred times. It just felt good. I was completely relaxed, yet, I was alive with anticipation. I studied her lips-full, firm, strong-looking, and I fidgeted, wanting to feel them on my body-and on my cunt.

I was the one that made the first move. I reached over and touched her nipple with my fingers, saying what beautiful breasts she had. I let my hand move down to her cunt. I opened her negligee and ran my fingers over the bare lips, then moved one finger inside and massaged her clitoris. It became hard and insistent, and she leaned over and we kissed again. We set the drinks down and just kissed, running our hands over each other's breasts and buttocks, gradually working off the gowns. When we were naked, we lay there, rubbing our cunts together in gentle rhythm, kissing deeply, massaging each other's nipples and the cheeks of the other's ass. When Georgia put her fingers inside me and worked my clitoris, I was ready to come. But she prolonged it, setting every bit of flesh she touched afire. At last, she spread my legs and began tickling the flesh all around my cunt, with her tongue. I couldn't stand it, and I grabbed her hair and forced her mouth down onto the lips of it. She came into me with her tongue like she was starved. She used her tongue and her fingers to bring me to an orgasm within a minute!

It was sheer joy-so much so that I couldn't wait to get my lips over her vagina, stick my own tongue and fingers up into her, beyond those luscious, naked cunt lips! I changed positions with her, and she guided my tongue with her own fingers. I got a special kick out of that, and licked and sucked her fingers too. I was happy that I could bring her the same thrill she had given me, and I didn't want to stop, even though I knew she'd had two orgasms. She made me stop, and we lay there, having more martinis, kissing, talking, telling each other what was coming in our hearts-love. It was a new thing for me, to love someone sexually, and she was as gentle as could be. I loved her. I wanted to give her happiness, every hour. For the first time in my life, I knew what love was-how it felt.

I stayed all night that night. Julia was frantic, but I called her in the morning and explained. Georgia wanted me to move into her place, but I explained about Julia, and we just agreed to be lovers. Besides, I had to get a job.

I began making the rounds that day, and by the end of the week, I was getting more disgusted and frustrated each moment. All any man seemed to want was some easy lay. Oh, there were plenty of jobs, but they all had that one condition-"some fucking on the side, baby." They didn't come out and say it, but they let you know.

I took one job. It lasted just one night. When the cook, who was part owner of the joint, nailed me in the kitchen after closing, I knew I'd had it. He was brutal. He grabbed my cunt and pinched, like I was supposed to enjoy it, while he held my neck with his other hand and tried some slobbery kisses.

"You're nuts, baby," he said as I was walking out. "You could make twenty times a day what those chintzy tips amount to, if you'd get smart." It bugged me, all the way home. After all, I had been screwed enough times to know that it wasn't half-bad, with the right person. True, it didn't do a tenth for me what Georgia's mouth and tongue did, but, I needed to make some money.

I called the cook next day, told him who I was, and asked him what he would pay to sleep with me. He surprised me when he blurted out, "Baby, fifty bucks a crack would be reasonable, with that body." I told him to come over, and bring his money. Inside a half-hour, he was there. But I wanted to find out some other things, so I played it as if we had a date. I maneuvered it so that he was dying to suck my cunt, long before we fucked. And, it was good-not as good as Georgia (any woman is always better, because she knows the spots to work on,) but he was as good as Dom. In fact, he loosened me up so that when he shoved it into me, it wasn't too bad. He wanted me to suck him off, but I wouldn't until he offered me double. I just did what I had to. I closed my eyes and sucked as fast and hard as I could, until he came. I spit it out, and when he wanted to kiss me again on the cunt, I let him.

That was my first commercial sex. I never did look for a job after that. My big problem was telling Georgia, and especially Julia, what I was doing, and what I'd determined I'd keep on doing.

Georgia was furious. I didn't have to tell Julia for a time, but Georgia came on like gangbusters. We had the wildest sex orgy ever, that first night I'd fucked a man for money. She stormed, cried, pleaded with me to abandon this crazy idea, and come and let her take care of me. I assured her that it was just for money, and that my real love was hers, and we finally settled on my going on as a prostitute, or call girl, or whatever you call it, but she would be my lover. She was possessive, from the start, and very jealous. But I didn't realize the lengths she would go to protect her love from me. She got half loaded one night and went down to the drive-in where Julia worked. She spilled the whole story to Julia. When Julia came home that night, she was pale and upset, not knowing how to bring up the subject. I knew something was bothering her, so I asked her point-blank.

"Are you a lesbian-and are you a call girl?" She came out bluntly. I just nodded, but I walked over and put my arms around her, telling her I could explain. She pushed me away.

"I know what you're going to say," she cried. "Tell me all about that pig of a father, and how he made you what you are. Well, I've got news for you! Every rotten thing he did to you, he did to me! The sucking, the screwing, the letting him suck my cunt! And you don't see me out fucking those others pigs for money. I'd rather push cokes and hamburgers till I drop, than let those filthy pigs fuck me!"

I don't know how to tell you what was racing through my mind. She was telling me that she'd been used by my filthy father, just as I had. But there was something else in her eyes, and in her voice. She was telling me, I knew instinctively, that she wanted and needed the same kind of love I had-the kind that Georgia had provided. Maybe she didn't even know it, but Julia also wanted lesbian love. She was crying and I was crying. We almost automatically moved into each other's arms, murmuring and blubbering apologies and endearments. Then, our mouths found each other's, and the moment I felt her tongue come into my mouth, I knew that actually, Julia and I were more than just sisters by blood, we were sisters under the skin-sisters in desire and need! Once our hearts were laid bare, it went as smoothly as it had with me and Georgia. She began to murmur, 'Oh, Ella, I've wanted you to love me for so long, but you never would. I wanted to reach out and just touch you, kiss you, beg you to love me-but I was always afraid. Love me now, Ella, love me all over, every way."

We stayed up all night that night, talking of our father, the pig. She told me that our brother had also fucked her, when she was only 10, and that he had often sucked her cunt, after that, and made her suck his cock. We let out all the stored up anger and need, that night. We kissed and caressed every part of the other's body. Georgia was forgotten, and later, I faced her with the truth-I was in love with Julia. Georgia agreed to take whatever love I could give, when I could give it, but it didn't last long. She hooked up with an older woman, and we eventually lost track of each other. Julia and I were in seventh heaven. I found it easy to pick up three hundred dollars a week, and, over my arguments, Julia eventually became a prostitute also. Things were going fine for us, for over a year. We paid bellboys, taxi drivers, anyone-to steer suckers to us. We played it safe, though-only a phone number, until we made sure the guy was all right. Then, this guy suggested the modeling bit. It's as safe a way to contact customers as can be, and it's all legal.