Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

I was flabbergasted and forlorn, when Julia took off. She just left a note. She had fallen in love with another prostitute we both knew, and went to New York City. I was at loose ends for a long time, so long that I got desperate enough to start hanging around The-, a lesbian bar in Hollywood. But they were too commercial, too blunt and brassy for me.

I'm still loose and still looking. When I find someone like Julia, I'll settle down again for some real loving. Meantime, I know a few good one-night-stands-a couple of the other girls who work at the same studio go the route, but there's nothing permanent. Meantime, I guess I'm lucky. I can always get a John to go down on my cunt. When I do, I just close my eyes and pretend it's a woman-maybe Julia."

That the brutal Dom, the father, was responsible for this, is unquestionably true, but he is not entirely to blame. Recall, if you will that Ella (and later Julia) was able to endure sex with a male, even though she did insist that the men perform cunnilingus on her as a prelude to regular male-female intercourse. This indicates strongly that, given the right circumstances, the right approach from the right man, both of these women could conceivably enjoy a good sex life-perhaps even a marriage. If the husband of either were understanding, and willing to perform cunnilingus to orgasm, a sound basis could emerge for a solid relationship.

But the basic hate that both feel for men, and the fact that they consider prostitution an "easy" living, precludes any such happening in each case. Again, each girl is fooling herself that she can attain full sexual satisfaction only from a woman. That either would seek professional help is improbable. They have deliberately slanted their lives toward lesbianism, and a great amount of self-pity is involved in this case. Neither woman has ever honestly given heterosexual love a chance. They base their opinion of heterosexual love on the irrational, brutal and unfeeling attitudes of a father who was at best, little more than a beast.

It is only conjecture, of course, on the part of those who know of these women, and their background, but most agree that "if'-and it is only that-either or both of them should ever discard the hard veneer of hate they wear, and look at an attractive, honest and understanding male, they might yet assume a normal man-woman relationship and abandon their lives of prostitution and lesbianism. The chances, however, are very slim.

Briefly, the story of Betty, whose aunt led her into lesbianism. When she was 16, Betty's parents died. She went to live with an aunt, whom we'll call Helen. Betty was an introvert, extremely religious and shy, and she was unhappy with her aunt, who was a widow, and a swinger.

After three months, Betty stated that she wanted to enter a convent and become a nun. Since the aunt was protestant (actually, she was much more an atheist) this horrified her. She would have no part of it. Instead, she insisted that her niece join her in "Living it up," as she put it.

Betty lackadaisically went along with the idea, but she did insist that she attend an all-girl Catholic school. Betty quickly made friends at the school, especially two close ones, with whom she often spent evenings, and whom she invited to stay at her house. Unfortunately, both these girls were lesbians, and in a way, were the leaders of campus rebellions at school, advocating sexual freedom, the abolishment of "stuffy, outdated uniforms" and freedom of speech and action, to the ultimate degree of license.

Aunt Helen welcomed these girls with glee. They seemed to want all the things that she desired and, surprisingly enough, for Catholic girls, they seemed very modern and progressive. In fact, they were so much so, that Aunt Helen invited the girls to make her home their headquarters, any time they chose.

Betty became uncomfortable in the presence of all three. She felt, as she puts it, "Like a complete square-a fuddy-duddy." But that was soon to change.

Although they were minors, and she was responsible, Helen often served cocktails to the girls. One weekend, when they were all out by the pool, both Celia and Corinne, the two friends of Betty, drank too many cocktails. Helen wasn't far behind, and, in the spirit of fun, one of the girls suggested that they go swimming in the nude. Helen, Corinne, and Celia promptly proceeded to strip and cavort in the water, but Betty, who had had a lesser amount of alcohol, retained her bathing suit.

As the alcohol flowed and the day wore on, Betty was stripped of her suit, and joined in the merrymaking. Toward sundown, all four females ended up in the bedrooms, sprawled out naked, sleeping off the effects of too much liquor. Betty was out like a light, because she had consumed far more than was normal for her to handle gracefully. In her own words:

I awoke to a pleasant sensation. I couldn't identify it, at first. I was a virgin, and although I had masturbated a little, I don't think I knew what an orgasm really felt like. I lay there, slowly realizing that someone was playing with my private parts. I was enjoying it, and I realized gradually that someone had their tongue inside me, and was grasping my fanny cheeks. I was astonished, then afraid to look to see which of the three it was. Finally, I started to buck and pitch, as whoever it was hit the right spot inside my vagina. I looked down and just as I exploded in my first real orgasm, I saw the smiling eyes of my aunt staring at me, her mouth working busily on my vagina. We had two double beds in my room, and I looked over and saw Corinne and Celia, upside down, so they could lick and suck the other's vagina.

I'm not a dummy. I quickly decided that I liked what was happening. I'd seen both the girls naked before, but never had seen Aunt Helen completely nude. I guess I was more surprised at her than at the others. Before I had time to really think, Aunt Helen had crawled around, and was straddling my face. I remember how I began to get all eager and hot, when I looked up and saw that large, wet vagina so near to my mouth. I also could see her ass-hole, and, oddly enough, it excited me, in a strange way. In fact, I propped myself up and began licking her ass-hole first, gradually working my way down to the wide-spread lips of her cunt. She was licking and sucking, and running a finger up inside my anus, or ass-hole, if that's clearer-and I wanted to get my mouth on the lips of her cunt. I wanted to get my tongue darting inside. She let herself settle slowly and gently on my face, and I went to work. She knew how to control her own cunt, while she brought me to orgasm, and we came together, writhing and wiggling in delight so that we actually rolled off the bed! We sat there, laughing, watching the other two come to a mutual orgasm. I guess I had a little hangover, (I've learned since that I'm exceptionally hot when I have a hangover) because, suddenly, I wanted to do it again-but with either Celia or Corinne.

I was astounded that night at the many ways a woman can satisfy another woman. I also learned that my aunt had been a lesbian since before my uncle died. She had dildos (imitation penises which can be strapped to the hips of a female and serve as a penetrating device), and she showed us how to masturbate using many common things, like candles, wieners, a banana, and Helen even used a cucumber!

We had a lot of lesbian orgies after that, but I began to wonder why all the gimmicks, when there were so many men around who were panting to get their dick into a woman. When I asked Aunt Helen, she laughed and said, "Go ahead, sweetie, try them."

It wasn't hard to take her up on it. The family that lived next door had two boys, both in their early 20's, who had been asking me for dates for months. I accepted one with the youngest, Ron, a blonde, good-looking animal. I'd seen him in swim trunks, and I knew that his tool would be big and hard-better than any of the devices Aunt Helen preferred.