Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

I had my first fuck when I was 12, but I'd been sucked and fingered a long time before that-regular. In fact, I can't even remember when it was that I first had a man suck my cunt and finger-fuck me. I do remember the first time I had it shoved up my ass. It was when I was 10, and my older brother-he's dead, now-did it to me.

My father was away, then, and we were on welfare. There was a man who ran a little store on the corner, and he used to coax me to let him play with my cunt-he'd finger me and lick it, and I'd let him put his cock in between my legs-just rubbing it, not putting it in. He'd give me candy and cookies and stuff to eat, and believe me, I was hungry.

One day, he told me he'd give me a whole dollar if I let him put his prick in my mouth. Hell, for that much money, I'd have let his whole family do it.

I don't think I was scared. I was too used to having my body used for sex. Kids at school-even one girl-had felt me up every day, it seemed, and the boys were always running their fingers into my snatch, goosing me, putting my hand on their cocks and all that jazz. And my brother and father were always after me, finger-fucking and feeling and coaxing me to jerk them off or suck them off-and, remember, I was only 10.

This storekeeper just took me in the back room and took out his big, hard cock. He sat down on a bench and I knelt between his legs. He made me take off my clothes first, and while I was sucking his cock, he was trying to tickle my cunt with his toe-he had his shoes off. I remember it tasted kind of sour, at first, but after I got used to the size of it, it wasn't too bad. Towards the end, when he was pushing hard on the back of my head with his hands, I sort of enjoyed it, and when he shot into my mouth, I just swallowed it. He wanted me to do it some more, but I wouldn't, so he laid me on the floor and he sucked my cunt while he played with his prick. He shot again, and he made me feel awful good when he plunged his tongue in and out of me, rubbing hard against my good spots. If a 10-year-old can come, I did.

I used to do it for him all the time after that. He tried to get it into me, but it was too big, and I cried, so he stopped trying that. And he gradually cut down on the amount, until at the last, I was getting only a dime or fifteen cents. But he always gave me lots of good things to eat.

Then one day, while I was going down on him good, in walked my brother, Hal. You'd think maybe he would have beat the hell out of the old guy, but he didn't. Instead, he just stood there, grinning like a fool, and he said to the scared old man: "Might as well finish it, Mr. Billum, 'cause it's gonna cost you plenty." And, believe it or not, we did. Hal made the storekeeper give him five dollars, right then, and he made him agree to give him five dollars a week from then on. You'd think he'd have thought about me, but Hal was thinking of Hal. In fact, he rang my 13-year-old sister, Ella, in on the deal, and upped the ante to ten dollars a week. It was a couple of nights after Hal caught me blowing the old storekeeper's cock that he tried it with me. I was coming home from school and he met me a couple of blocks from home. He knew there would be a mob around the house, so he waylaid me and took me to a garage that a bunch of the boys used as a clubhouse. He had it all arranged so nobody would be there.

"Okay, baby," he said, unbuckling his pants, "now you just give old Hal the same kind of blow job you give that crazy old man at the store. No nonsense, or I beat the livin' hell out of you." When he took it out, it was soft, but he jerked it a little, while he stuck his finger in my cunt, and it got pretty hard. I was always afraid of him, and by that time, sucking a cock didn't really bother me, so I just went to work on him. He made me lay down on my back, while he straddled my face, and he actually fucked me in the mouth, with hard, fast pushes. He came in a minute or so, and I had to swallow his come, because he still kept on pushing it down my throat.

After awhile, he got up and told me to stay the way I was. He straddled me, and tried for a couple of minutes, to shove his cock into my cunt. He rolled me over and tried it from the back, but it just wouldn't go in. He was going nuts from trying, and he kept on jerking off all the while. He got up and told me to stay put-on my face. He went to the sink and lathered up his hands with soap, and rubbed it all over his cock. While he was doing it, his cock got all hard and stiff and he came over, rubbed some soapsuds around my cunt and my ass-hole, and then he knelt over me again.

He didn't even try to get inside my cunt. Instead, he shoved his prick up into my ass-hole. It hurt like hell and I hollered, but he just lowered his weight down on me and kept pumping it in.

Hal didn't have a feeling of mercy in his body. He just went on, almost every day, making me suck him off or letting him fuck me in the ass-often, both. Once in awhile, he would lick my snatch, but he never had any patience, and I often used to have to masturbate afterwards. In spite of everything, I used to get hot when he would do things to me.

I think that by the time I was 12, I must have been really asking for a real fuck. My old man came home, this one Saturday. He showed up a couple of times a month, in the open, but he sneaked in some nights late to screw the old lady and, I found out later, two of my sisters. He had a big fight with Hal, over money, and when he knocked Hal down, my brother kept mouthing off dirty things about how his sisters were cheap cocksuckers and whores. He even named names like the storekeeper, Mr. Billum, and some of his friends that he used to sell us to. My daddy threw him out, but that night, he took me for a walk. He said he wanted to talk to me about what Hal had told him. We went to a little park-like strip of grass, with some bushes and trees, and he asked me right out if I'd been fucking and sucking. I told him the whole story, right up to the night before, when Hal and a friend of his had double-fucked me-Hal in the ass while his friend was having me blow his cock.

You'd think a father would be wild with rage, but not mine. All it did was get him hot as hell. I could see his pants swelling, and at the end, he put his hand on my one tit, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "So my Lucy is all growed up," he said, playing with his cock. "How about being nice to your daddy?"

I didn't have any choice. He pulled my head down and forced his cock into my mouth. I admit, I didn't fight. I was afraid of him, too. So I gave him a real blow job. When he came, and I swallowed it, he like to went wild. He took my pants off and began to finger-fuck me with one hand while he jerked himself hard again with his other. Then he spread my legs, knelt between them and shoved his cock in. He was like Hal, no mercy or thought about me. But he had almost made me come with his finger, and it felt good to have a cock inside me. He was hitting places that Hal and the others had never reached with their fingers or tongues. And he put his hands up under my ass and lifted me up so his prick went in real good. When he came real quick, I hadn't come yet, so I kept on working my ass and my cunt muscles, and he got another hard on and kept right on plunging it in. I came real good, and when he went soft after he came once more, I started sucking his cock again.

After that, he used to come over to see me a couple of times a week. At least, he was a little gentle and sometimes, he would give me a little money-a quarter or fifty cents.

Hal was running with a tough gang, and he knew I'd finally had it in my cunt and he organized a regular "trade" for me, from among his gang. I was making about ten or fifteen dollars a week when I was 12-as a low-class prostitute.

Then I got gonorrhea from one of those jerks. I didn't know anything about things like that, but it hurt like hell and I went to the school nurse. She guessed right away, and sent me to a doctor. That blew the whole story out in the open. Hal just took off. We never saw him again. He went to Detroit and was killed there when he and another kid smashed up a car they had stolen.